The baths
From Torg Adventure
"Where do you bathe? That's what I'd like to see next. I desparately need a bath," I said.
"We have a hot springs that we use for bathing. Come this way," she said as she took my hand and led me from her hut. The path she took led into the jungle. After about ten minutes of walking, we arrived in a clearing filled with steam and giggling. Through the mist-dulled air, I could see several naked beauties cavorting in the several pools of hot water. Some appeared to be warmer than others, as the most steam escaped from the pools with the women doing the least activity, lounging in the very hot water.
Lunda took me to the coolest pool. "We start here. You get clean and then move to the other pools. We like keeping the hot ones clean." She dropped her grass skirt and helped me remove my clothes.
"If it would please you, I'd like to wash you," she said with a look of happy anticipation of my answer.
"I'd like that, but only if I get to wash you as well," I replied, thinking it only fair.
"Okay!" she said enthusiastically. Nearby the pool, cloths drying in the sun covered a low rock wall. She went to it and grabbed two large washcloth-sized rags and a small wooden bowl of what looked like sand.
"This is the cleansing sand," she said as she took my hand again and walked into the pool until we were waist-deep. She dipped the rag in the water and dabbed it into the bowl. Then she set the bowl on the water; it floated. She scrubbed at the cloth until a fine suds developed on the surface of the rag. "Okay, get all wet first, please," she said.
I dropped down to my knees in the water, covering my chest, and then dunked my head. The water felt good on my sore muscles, both from the crash and the frantic fucking I'd been doing for the last couple hours. I stood back up, dripping wet.
Lunda gently rubbed the cloth on my chest as I held her shoulders. She methodically covered every inch of my torso, making me turn around slowly as she proceeded. She was very thorough. Once she finished my upper body, she got some suds in her hands and rubbed my face and neck, then, with more suds, lathered up my hair. Her strong fingers were gentle as they traced across my body and head. I luxuriated in the sensation of being washed. "Okay, dunk," she said, with a little bit of a commanding tone.
I dropped again into the water over my head and shook out my hair, straightening up again when I thought I was rinsed enough. Lunda had prepared the rag again with more sand suds. She moved into shallower water and started on my feet, having me lift them up one at a time while I balanced by holding her shoulders. Then she moved up my legs until she got to my groin. She washed my ass, deep into my crack, and my balls with her light, but thorough, touch. By the time he got back to my front, my cock had hardened into a rigid pole sticking out from me. Apparently, the Viagra was working overtime. She had me rinse again. Now it was her turn.
How do you wash her?
