Soapy Seduction in the Bathhouse
“Time to lather up and wash our bodies, I suppose.”
“Ah, yeah. We can’t just soak in the bath forever...”
“Hehe. Then let’s head over to the washing area together. Oh, you too, Sister Viola.”
“Yesss, Sister.”
One side of the bathhouse wall had a row of low sinks where you could sit. It was the spot where that nun with the light purple hair—Viola—had been flaunting her pussy and asshole at me earlier, beckoning with her hand. Not like modern showers with actual showerheads, of course; just a line of sinks and bathing stools in front of a long mirror.
Isabel and Viola, both naked, swayed their plump, jiggly asses in soft curves as they approached the sinks, motioning for me to come over.
After scalding my erection down a bit with hot water, I shuffled over hesitantly. Isabel glanced at Viola, their eyes meeting in some silent exchange. Then she flashed me a pretty smile and explained how to use the sink.
“As you can see, this is where we wash our bodies. But there’s one thing to keep in mind.”
“...What’s that?”
“We nuns wash each other’s bodies to build camaraderie and deepen our understanding. I hope the faithful finds it pleasing.”
“Y-You wash each other?”
“Of course. Now, Sister Viola, would you mind helping out again?”
At her words, naked Viola plopped her taut ass down on a bathing stool like she’d been waiting for it. Isabel circled behind her, unfolded another stool, and sat so close her voluptuous breasts nearly brushed Viola’s back.
I stood there dumbfounded, watching from the side.
“First, lather it up like this...”
Isabel rubbed the wet soap and washcloth together, creating a froth of white bubbles. Once she had enough, she wrung out the cloth, letting all the foam pool in her palm. And then...
She slipped her hand under Viola’s armpit and grabbed her breast outright.
“Mmngh... ♥”
Feeling the soft foam and her hand’s touch, Viola drew her knees inward, letting out a sweet moan. Isabel’s hands glided gently over her breasts with the white lather, swish swish ♥, spreading it shallowly across the full mounds. Viola’s cheeks flushed as she surrendered her body, panting softly. I could see those huge tits squishing and yielding under her fingers.
Isabel kneaded Viola’s soft, squishy breasts to her heart’s content, then looked up at me standing there. Our eyes met, and I asked in a trembling voice,
“Um, aren’t you supposed to use the washcloth?”
“Yes, but this way we can clean every nook and cranny with our hands directly. A cloth might miss spots, right, Sister?”
“Y-Yes... ♥ ...Ah!”
No, there’s nothing it misses. What the hell.
“Haaah... Mmngh ♥”
Still standing there blushing like an idiot, I watched as Isabel kept up the rhythmic fondling.
“Haa...”
Her foam-covered fingers circled the huge areolas, drawing a sticky schlurp from Viola as she stuck out her tongue. Anyone could see this wasn’t just washing—it was pure caressing. And she was putting on this show right in front of a little boy whose head barely reached her waist, like it was nothing.
“Ngh... !!”
Her arousal spiking from the breast play alone, Viola’s eyelashes fluttered as she hit a light climax. She caught her breath, then squeezed her thighs even tighter, hiding whatever was going on between her legs.
She was fine flaunting her naked body to tease me earlier, but apparently showing this level of sluttyness was a bit embarrassing even for her.
Isabel finished her sticky fondling show for my benefit, then rinsed Viola off with water from a wooden bucket.
“That’s how you wash each other~”
Supporting the limp Viola from behind, Isabel stroked her navel and lower belly while grinning at me.
Huh.
“Hoo... That felt good.”
Viola whispered as she recovered, then slipped back into the bath. Isabel, still planted firmly on her stool with her big ass, patted the one Viola had just vacated—tap tap—beckoning me to sit.
The seat was... pooled with a ton of pussy juice Viola had leaked, mixed with the wash water into a shallow, sticky film.
Viola glanced at it from the bath, blushing as if she hadn’t expected it.
...Sit there?
Even if it was amateur acting, if we’re doing it, we do it right. I couldn’t point out the subtle difference in the clear water and say, “Looks like pussy juice, I’ll sit somewhere else.” So with a small sigh, I approached.
Squelch.
“..............”
Trembling slightly, I lowered my ass into the pussy puddle. The thin towel did nothing to stop the sticky liquid from seeping through, clinging slickly to my small cheeks as it soaked in. The clear mucus permeated the fabric and spread across my entire butt without dripping back down.
...Feels even grosser than being naked.
Isabel smiled prettily across from me, naked and eye-flirting. It pissed me off.
“Turn around. I’ll wash your back.”
She flashed that signature benevolent smile, bewitching me again.
“I-I’m embarrassed, so no need right now.”
“Oh? I see.”
Isabel scooted her stool closer and said,
“Then... would you wash my body...?”
She leaned back, arms behind her, thrusting out her voluptuous breasts in a sultry pose.
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Not that I mind getting fondled, but after watching her toy with me so leisurely, I wanted to make her pant under my hands. She might even enjoy it, but being the one dishing it out felt pretty damn good. Plus, groping a woman’s body was fun as hell.
Isabel spun around on her stool, baring her smooth back to me completely. Her damp dark blue hair cascaded halfway down, clinging wetly.
I rubbed the washcloth and soap like she had, calmly building foam, then wrung it out with a squelch to coat my hands.
“Alright... back first...”
She swept her hair aside.
Slide...
“Ah... ♥”
As my foamy hands caressed her back, she let out a sweet voice, wriggling her waist and ass. Unless her back was an erogenous zone, this was deliberate acting to humiliate me.
“A-Are you okay?”
“Mm. Don’t worry... Faithful Raoul has such gentle hands. They feel so soft and good... ♥”
“Thank you...”
I let my strokes brush teasingly close to the sides, grazing near her breasts without touching, building her impatience. As I caressed ambiguously with the foam, Isabel glanced back with a dissatisfied look, then narrowed her eyes seductively, urging me on.
“Mm. Faithful, don’t be shy—come closer.”
“Okay...”
I scooted my stool up until my chest nearly touched her back.
“Hey, I can’t reach like this...”
“Jeez~ How long are you gonna wash just my back? Time to do my breasts too... ♥”
She tucked her arms between her thighs, wiggling her squished ass coyly. I wrung fresh foam from the cloth and slowly brought my hands to her chest.
A glance in the mirror showed us side by side, her profile gazing down at my reaching hands with lewd eyes.
“Alright... I’ll wash them.”
“Yesss... ♥”
Squish.
“Aaang... ♥”
Cupping her huge breast from below, she let out a genuine, intoxicating moan—not forced like before. I spread the foam wrist-flick style across the whole mound, then circled softly with my palm, pressing gently.
“Mm, mmngh... ♥”
Her shoulders shivered under my touch as she panted sweetly, lost in the gentle sensation. I set aside any pretense of just washing and started kneading her breasts like a lover. Occasionally squeezing the flesh for stimulation, or deliberately grinding my palm over her bulging nipples.
Exposed to my subtle caresses, Isabel melted defenselessly into pleasure, her body going limp and slumping naturally against my shoulder. Her damp hair stuck to my chest. With our bodies so close I could look down and see her tits squishing,
She tilted her head up, face flushed with lust, praising me.
“G-Good... You’re doing great... ♥ Just keep going like that. Breasts need a thorough cleaning everywhere ♥”
“Got it.”
I followed her words, caressing every corner. Stopping the palm rub on her stiff nipples, I crooked my middle fingers to lightly scratch both tips.
“Hii, hiit ♥!!!”
Her foam-coated nails grazing the edges sent her head snapping back with a dumb moan. Overwhelmed, she shook her huge ass, grinding it against the stool every which way.
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How much time passed? In the bath, three nuns watched our lewd play with melted faces, whispering “Ooooh... ♥” But we ignored them, reveling in the debauchery.
Isabel lifted her head from my shoulder, straightening her back rigidly.
Squelch.
Squelch squelch... ♥
Her arms pinned straight at her sides—out of my view, but the faint wet sounds up front told me what she was doing.
“Mm. Mm. Mmngh. Mm ♥”
Her voice broke intermittently with the schlick schlick.
Pussy...
She was seriously masturbating? Her arms weren’t shaking...
A mirror glance showed her thighs twitching, wrist working furiously between her legs at an angle that screamed “my pussy.”
Schlick schlick schlick schlick... ♥
“Ah, aaang... Mmngh. Haaang. Haaa... ♥”
Jesus, this slut. I ramped up my rhythmic fondling to match her secret masturbation, helping her along. Squeezing and shaking her breasts just shy of pain, fingers scraping nipples.
“Ngh! Aaang... ♥!!!”
Clamping her thighs over her hands, ass quivering, Isabel climaxed. Looking at the stool, pussy juice squirted from her ass crack.
“Hiiiuuuu... Hiiiuiuuu... ♥”
Unable to control herself, she ground her ass into the pussy puddle she’d made.
Thud.
Limp again, she slumped her head back on my shoulder, nestling into me and breathing sweet gasps.
“Faithful...?”
“Y-Yes?”
Snapping back, she glanced over with pretty eyes.
“Ask me again next time too... ♥”
She caressed my hand on her lower belly.
“Sure...”
As I started to reply, the bathhouse door slid open with a rattle.
“........................S-Sisters. What in the world.”
A nun I didn’t recognize stared at us in shock.
No way. I was just getting into it too...