Storm right in and teach Louise a lesson
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| - | Your behavior might be terrible un-English but for now your behavior feels justified. Stopping a boat to take a measly bath, what outrageousness! With those thoughts in mind you storm right into the bathroom where all feelings of anger are swept away. Instead you are shaken to your very core. It feels like a tempest | + | Your behavior might be terrible un-English but for now your behavior feels justified. Stopping a boat to take a measly bath, what outrageousness! With those thoughts in mind you storm right into the bathroom where all feelings of anger are swept away. Instead you are shaken to your very core. It feels like a tempest just swept through you, making your body feel heavy and uncoordinated. For a moment you even lose the ability to talk and breath, being reduced to a child’s helpless level as you stand before the half naked body of Louise Remick, the diamond of the French theater. |
| - | Most of her body is submerged in hot foamy water that reaches just below her elegant breasts. Being half covered in foam doesn’t take away from their godlike refinement. They stand upwards and proud, there are no signs of sagging to be seen, they just perfect. Two globes of gleaming flesh with cute pink nipples at the end. Her feet that she raises out of the water to be cleaned by servant girl share the remarkable skin of her breasts. Even the sole, the lowest point of her body is | + | Most of her body is submerged in hot foamy water that reaches just below her elegant breasts. Being half covered in foam doesn’t take away from their godlike refinement. They stand upwards and proud, there are no signs of sagging to be seen, they just perfect. Two globes of gleaming wet flesh with cute pink nipples at the end. Her feet that she raises out of the water to be cleaned by servant girl share the remarkable skin of her breasts. Even the sole, the lowest point of her body is spotless. No wrinkles or jaggedness to be found. It’s as if she never took a step in their life so her skin still has the smooth baby skin of youth. |
| - | Assessing the situation you become aware of the mixed emotions running through your body. Helplessness before her grace, arousal at her nakedness, embarrassment for your own rudeness and jealousy over her superiority. | + | Assessing the situation you become aware of the mixed emotions running through your body. Helplessness before her grace, arousal at her nakedness, embarrassment for your own rudeness and jealousy over her superiority. So far you’ve noticed the cypress servant girl next to her, the elegant skin on her breasts and feet, but it’s only now that you get a good look at her face. She’s has a green eyed emerald stare that study your posture. Unlike a normal set of eyes they do not blend in with her character, instead they look like shiny diamonds, jewelry on a lady’s body. Her hair is fierce red and a bit curly. She keeps it in a bun but strings of hair fall down to her shoulders. She has big pouty lips that form the most sensual smile you’ve ever seen as they great you warmly across the room. Although her skin is as fair as that on the rest of her body her face still manages to somehow subconsciously inform you of her age. She’s older than you, mid thirties with tons of life experience. Even more an surprise that she can keep her unspoiled looks with all that experience. |
“Oh who is this then? A lost bird who stumbled in the wrong door or a headstrong fox with a goal in mind?” | “Oh who is this then? A lost bird who stumbled in the wrong door or a headstrong fox with a goal in mind?” | ||
Revision as of 09:53, 23 May 2010
Your behavior might be terrible un-English but for now your behavior feels justified. Stopping a boat to take a measly bath, what outrageousness! With those thoughts in mind you storm right into the bathroom where all feelings of anger are swept away. Instead you are shaken to your very core. It feels like a tempest just swept through you, making your body feel heavy and uncoordinated. For a moment you even lose the ability to talk and breath, being reduced to a child’s helpless level as you stand before the half naked body of Louise Remick, the diamond of the French theater.
Most of her body is submerged in hot foamy water that reaches just below her elegant breasts. Being half covered in foam doesn’t take away from their godlike refinement. They stand upwards and proud, there are no signs of sagging to be seen, they just perfect. Two globes of gleaming wet flesh with cute pink nipples at the end. Her feet that she raises out of the water to be cleaned by servant girl share the remarkable skin of her breasts. Even the sole, the lowest point of her body is spotless. No wrinkles or jaggedness to be found. It’s as if she never took a step in their life so her skin still has the smooth baby skin of youth.
Assessing the situation you become aware of the mixed emotions running through your body. Helplessness before her grace, arousal at her nakedness, embarrassment for your own rudeness and jealousy over her superiority. So far you’ve noticed the cypress servant girl next to her, the elegant skin on her breasts and feet, but it’s only now that you get a good look at her face. She’s has a green eyed emerald stare that study your posture. Unlike a normal set of eyes they do not blend in with her character, instead they look like shiny diamonds, jewelry on a lady’s body. Her hair is fierce red and a bit curly. She keeps it in a bun but strings of hair fall down to her shoulders. She has big pouty lips that form the most sensual smile you’ve ever seen as they great you warmly across the room. Although her skin is as fair as that on the rest of her body her face still manages to somehow subconsciously inform you of her age. She’s older than you, mid thirties with tons of life experience. Even more an surprise that she can keep her unspoiled looks with all that experience.
“Oh who is this then? A lost bird who stumbled in the wrong door or a headstrong fox with a goal in mind?”
Your lips try to form words but it’s in vain. You are simply awestruck by her figure, her coolness when faced with surprise and those green emerald eyes that submerge you. Louise continues, speaking perfect English with only an slight french accent.
“Well if you’re not going to talk then why don’t you join me for a bath?” She twirls her toes at you, letting the wet baby like skin rub up against each other. You’re most basic instincts return to you as you manage to form a reply.
