45. Lovers' Bath Time
I filled the tub with warm water for my lover, closed my eyes, and leaned back slightly, submerging up to my shoulders. After soaking my body just right, I sat back down in the tub and opened my eyes. Now, with Gyeo-ul nestled between my thighs, I held her close, soothing our weary hearts from the rough sex—and before I knew it, my lust had ebbed away a little. My body... honestly wasn't that tired. But Gyeo-ul looked wiped out.
"...Oppa."
"What, Gyeo-ul?"
"Wh-why do you keep... touching my boobs."
"Can't help it with you sitting like this."
"You're still... hard...?"
"Nah, it's better now."
"Then why do you keep... ."
"They're mine, aren't they? I can touch 'em."
"...They're your boobs."
"Oh, right—possessions, was it?"
"That's... what you said in those pics... ."
Our voices echoed softly through the bathroom. ...Well, she wasn't really pushing me away or acting like she hated it, so her protests didn't carry much weight.
"Haa... this water feels so good and warm. Right?"
"Um... oppa."
"Yeah?"
"You're gonna... try something naughty again, aren't you."
"No, I'm not."
"You said that before too."
"I'm really not this time."
If I'd been touching her boobs with naughty intent, I wouldn't have just kneaded them so innocently. If I wanted more, I'd have gone for her nipples. Sucked on her nape a bit. Nibbled her ears nice and slow.
"I, uh... need to wash my hair. Gonna get up for a sec."
"...Gyeo-ul."
"Yeah?"
"I'll wash it for you."
"...You will?"
"No touching the boobs, then. I'll touch your hair instead."
"... ."
She tried to squirm away from my persistent kneading, but when I blocked her with words, she stood up, grabbed the shampoo from the shelf, and settled back between my legs. In that brief moment, I got a perfect view of her wet back.
...Haa. Maybe it's the warm water, but I'm starting to sweat a little.
"...Hand."
"Hand?"
"You said you'd wash my hair. ...So, hand."
"...Here."
It came out a bit like I was coaxing a puppy, but since I'd offered, she obediently stretched her neck back and offered her hand. I squeezed some shampoo into my palms, worked up a lather, and started massaging it into her wet hair.
"Oppa, be... gentle."
"...Does it hurt?"
"...A little."
Using my fingertips to press into her scalp like acupressure, she let out a small whimper. Taking the hint, I lightened up and massaged more softly—and this time, she sighed with clear relief.
"...Gyeo-ul."
"Yeah."
"Come to think of it, why'd you grow your hair out?"
"...My hair?"
"It was short when I enlisted."
"Just... wanted to try growing it once."
"Wasn't it a hassle to manage as a test-prep student?"
"A bit annoying... but once it got long, I kinda grew attached. My friends said it looked pretty too... so I kept it."
"Yeah?"
"...You know, oppa."
"It suits you better long."
"...Yeah."
By now, I could guess her answers before even finishing the question—my understanding of Gyeo-ul had deepened that much. We'd spent so much time together, shared our emotions, overlapped our bodies countless times. These past few months since my discharge had given us more memories than all our childhood years combined.
"...Your hair's in amazing condition, Kim Gyeo-ul."
"I've been taking care of it."
"So, you use that treatment stuff too?"
"Yeah, did it a few days ago."
"...Never tried it myself, but don't you use it every day?"
"No. Once a week is enough."
"...News to me."
"You're home now, so use mine sometimes."
"Might steal some later."
What can I say... no hair to manage in the army. I used rinse sometimes when I remembered. But I was obsessive about my skin. Still, showering twice a day kept me pretty clean, right? Three or four times in summer. Grandma taught me that.
I lifted the bubbly Gyeo-ul fully onto my lap and washed her hair meticulously, even the back of her head poking above the water. I tilted her neck out of the tub, rinsed with the showerhead, then applied rinse and rinsed again. Fingering her now even softer locks, I settled back into the tub and held her from behind.
After a moment, Gyeo-ul spoke first.
"...I'll wash yours too, oppa."
"So I sit on your lap?"
"You're heavy... ...I'll turn around and do it."
"Heights won't match, will they?"
"Kneel or... you climb on top, maybe... ."
As she stood, her hair slipped smoothly from my fingers. She squeezed shampoo into her hand, turned, knelt straddling me, and looked down at my face while stroking my hair with both hands. The shampooing sounds echoed in the bathroom, but with that view right in front of me, I couldn't focus on them.
"This should work, haat...?"
With perfectly bite-sized breasts and nipples in a lickable color and shape dangling right before my mouth, I couldn't resist taking a nibble. I teased them a bit with my tongue before letting go. When I released her breast, she knelt fully and glared at me, pissed.
"O...ppa."
"What."
"You. Didn't. Finish."
"I was just sitting here, and you shoved your boobs in my face."
"...I was trying to wash your hair, and you suddenly licked my boobs."
"How am I supposed to hold back with them right there."
"...You like my boobs that much?"
"Yeah."
"Is it the boobs... or me you like."
"Both."
I declared my tastes boldly, and Gyeo-ul's face twisted into some complicated mix of emotions I couldn't quite read. ...What guy hates big boobs? They looked even bigger against her slim frame, perfectly shaped, with areolas and nipples just the right size and color—gorgeous all around. And above all, they were on the girl I love. Not that I fell for her because of them.
"...You know, oppa."
"Yeah."
"Honestly... I didn't like having big boobs."
"Why."
"Just... guys staring at me like that all the time."
"I stare like that too."
"...You're different. Anyway, they were uncomfortable. Heavy."
"...Yeah."
"But seeing you like them... sometimes I think it's good they're big... ."
"... ."
"...Sometimes I wonder if it's just the boobs you like. ...But still."
Gyeo-ul stared straight into my eyes, spilling out how happy she was that I loved her. She was so lovable... I wanted to love her even more.
"...Gyeo-ul."
"Yeah?"
"What do I do—getting hard to hold back now."
"Horny again?"
"You're the one making it happen."
"If I don't... you'll pounce anyway."
"No, if you say stop, I won't."
Lust was boiling up again, but more than that, I craved her like in our first time as lovers—yearning, desiring, devouring each other, sharing our feelings.
"...Um, oppa."
"Yeah."
"Today's... really tough. Don't think I can do more."
"You don't look that worn out."
"Right now... I'm okay. ...But if you go at it again like that."
"Like what."
"...Hug me so I can't move, just pound away with brute force."
"... ."
"Mess with my ears however you want, but get mad and go deeper if I bite back... ."
"... ."
"...I don't hate it, but my stamina sucks. Barely exercise. I tire out quick... ."
"...Then no more tonight."
I was insanely turned on, honestly. But I didn't want to force it if she said no. Right now, affection outweighed lust. ...Sure, I'd cum a few times so it was down a bit, and all the body contact had boosted the love too. Anyway.
"Um... oppa."
"Yeah."
"That thing... is twitching like crazy."
"Where."
"That... ."
"Where."
"...Your... dick... it's... moving so much."
"...That's normal. We're both naked."
Of course, that didn't make my erection shrink suddenly—even in the water, she could tell it was throbbing. ...Whatever. There's tomorrow. Plenty of time till checkout. I'll hold off tonight.
"...Oppa."
"Yeah."
"Want me to... use my hand?"
"...Hand?"
"Like last time... but if I do... can you hold back?"
"...That's not holding back, that's just doing it."
"Anyway... ...promise you won't pounce?"
"I said I won't."
"...Don't trust you. So I'll use my hand."
She had every reason to be worn out from me pounding away, but Gyeo-ul stared at my dick and made an offer. ...No way was I refusing.
We got out of the tub and just rinsed the shampoo from our hair. Then, dripping wet, we stood facing each other. Gyeo-ul carefully, awkwardly gripped my dick and stroked it slowly, determined to ease my lust—and in that romantic way, it felt so good.
"...It's, like, super sticky."
"Water washed off all the lube."
"...Doesn't it hurt?"
"The head's a little sore, honestly."
"Shouldn't you have lotion or something?"
"Yeah, ideally."
Worried I'd hurt, she only held the shaft gingerly and stroked—then something occurred to her. She let go, grabbed something, squeezed it into her palm, and worked up a lather.
"...What is it?"
"Foam cleanser. ...Thought bubbles might help... ."
"... ."
With both hands full of foam, one stroking the shaft while the other gently caressed the head—it was weirdly endearing. Not the urge to pounce or ravage her. Just... so cute and lovable.
"...Feels good?"
"...Yeah. Feels amazing."
"Gonna... cum...?"
"...Gyeo-ul."
"Yeah."
"Can you touch lower too?"
"...Lower?"
"The ballsack. There."
"...Here?"
The mood was so compliant, I tested it—and without hesitation, she gently fondled my balls. ...God. Haa.
"That's sensitive... so... super gentle massage."
"...L-like this?"
"...Yeah."
She stopped stroking the shaft and focused on kneading the head and balls—arousal built, but no release. Too light on pressure, just stimulation.
"Gyeo... ul. Grip it... and stroke... ."
"...Okay."
She grabbed my foam-covered dick—leaking precum like lube now anyway—and stroked long from head to base, just like I'd taught her last time. Not super fast, but with the tender ball play added, I erupted messily onto her belly as she stood before me. Unbelievably, after all those times, she milked out every last drop—just like she wanted, enough to keep me from pouncing tonight.
"...Haa, ah... ."
"All... cum... out?"
"...Yeah."
"Better... now?"
"...Yeah."
"...Um... oppa."
"I love you."
I showered her with kisses as she poked at the cum on her belly and glared up at me. No need for words anymore—I knew exactly what she wanted.