This Body, in a Man's Hands
Seira slowly, lasciviously dragged her tongue across her own lips. Above the bathwater, her wet skin shimmered and rippled with a faint, pearlescent sheen.
"I already showed you how to squeeze them, didn't I?"
Her eyes bored straight through Alper's. He nodded, but his hands still didn't know what to do with themselves. At the sight of him, Seira laughed — the sound half a sigh.
"Oh, honestly."
When he fumbled again, she wrapped her fingers around his wrist. Her hands were small, but the grip was clear and unyielding.
"Like this. You have to press a little harder here. Breasts, you know... they only really come into their own when they're handled like this."
With those words she pulled his hand in and filled it with a generous handful of her breast. Soft, hot flesh spilled between his fingers. Alper swallowed his breath in a single gulp. The springy give of her against his palm was, truly, beyond anything he had imagined.
"...Ah. That's better than before."
Seira grinned playfully and drew a slightly deeper breath. Alper's hands hovered over her breasts, then squeezed — tight enough that he worried, for a moment, it might hurt her.
It had been her will, without question, that had placed Alper's hands on her tits. And yet his original pretext — washing her off after he'd been the one to get her wet — was growing thicker, more pointed, by the second. The springy flesh that clung to his palms. Her skin, damp and soft and far too hot.
He liked her.
Alper had reached out for Seira's sake, but in this moment he could not deny that he was the one feeling better. The sensation wound from his hands up through his brain and spread all the way to his heart. Seira looked down at him and snorted a little laugh.
"Does it feel good? Washing me, I mean."
"...I'm sor—"
"You don't need to apologize. A man who does it like that... isn't so bad."
And without letting go of his hands, she spoke softly.
"So... stop teasing and do more. Young master."
Seira stretched out a hand from inside the tub. At that single gesture, Alper stepped into the bath as if drawn, carrying his held-breath heat with him. Hot water lapped at his calves. Directly in front of where she sat with her legs spread, he carefully set one knee down.
"Well then."
Seira draped an arm over his shoulder and leaned in slightly. Her breasts rose above the water, their wet contours swaying right before his eyes. She didn't need to say another word — the visual alone was overwhelming.
He rested a hand on her shoulder and carefully brought his upper body closer. Moisture at the tip of his chin. The warmth of pale, milky skin against the tip of his nose. And then what met his lips was her breast.
"...Hah."
Contrary to his expectations, Seira's reaction was surprisingly sensitive. The instant Alper's lips touched her, a shiver spread across the water-soaked swell of her breast. He began to suck, carefully. Feeling her nipple harden inside his mouth, he was shedding the mask of a proper gentleman and becoming, bit by bit, simply a man.
"Not bad. For a first time."
Seira lightly stroked his wet hair. A sharp, electric sensation was circulating through her body, but the way he carefully cupped her other breast in his hand while sucking on one was somehow so earnest that she still had room enough to laugh.
"Young master, if you work that hard... I might start expecting more, you know?"
At those words, Alper's eyes wavered. But he didn't let go with his mouth. If anything, he took her deeper, rolling her as gently as he could, as if melting her breast with his tongue.
She wrapped her arms around him in the tub. Under the water, the press of thigh against thigh was vivid. Alper's hands were sliding lower and lower. The pretense of washing her no longer even qualified as an excuse. This was the glistening desire of a young man who had only just become an adult.
He wrapped his arms around her waist, and beneath the surface his fingers drew closer. Gently pulling his mouth from her nipple, he looked up as if asking permission.
"Miss Seira... next..."
Seira closed her eyes and drew a short breath. And swinging the leg she'd had resting on the rim of the tub over to the other side was her hearty answer to his dazed, unfinished question.
"Go on and wash me thoroughly, young master."
She opened her eyes and smiled, small. That smile held ease, invitation, and a hint of mischief. He knew exactly what those words meant, so Alper could ask nothing more.
"..."
Seira, wound up with a peculiar kind of anticipation, leaned her back comfortably against the rim of the tub. The way her legs were draped promised that everything between them would be laid bare, and her silhouette beneath the water's surface stirred a darker, thicker excitement.
Alper carefully leaned toward her. Hands that were rather pretty for a man's parted the water, approaching her thighs. The closer they came, the more something hotter than the bath itself seemed to bead along the nape of his neck.
Seira did not pull away from that touch. Instead, with half-lidded eyes, she watched his face, then reached a hand under the water and lightly closed her fingers over the back of his. Anyone watching would have seen her take a hand that had been heading for the outskirts and turn it, grinding it straight into the cleft itself.
"Nngh."
"Hahk...!"
Alper drew a deep breath. The place his wet fingers touched was wetter than he'd expected. And it was clearly not the bathwater. Without a word, she parted her legs a little, accepting the contact. There was no refusal. Silence was permission.
"...If I make a mistake, please tell me at once."
His hand moved slowly beneath the surface. The motion was unfamiliar, but he found his way by her small breaths and the faint, trembling tension in her abdomen. Seira rocked her hips in small, light motions and leaned her weight forward. The water rippled, and her long hair spread across the surface, brushing against Alper's chest.
That touch gave him courage, and he moved his hand again. The angle of his fingers changed; the pace shifted. It looked like he was learning something, but this was no mere practice. He hadn't learned it from a book, and no one had taught him — and yet his hand moved as if it knew.
"Nh..."
As his fingers found their place, she bit her lip, her exposed shoulders twitching above the water. A single held breath carried every feeling she had. Feeling the full structure of the finger inside her, Seira closed the eyes she'd briefly opened. He'd only put a hand in, and yet she could feel her pussy fluttering around something thicker and deeper than her own fingers — a man's.
Seira quietly set a hand on his shoulder. And then, softly, very small, she said:
"Keep going."
For the man in front of her, there was no praise — just a whisper. That one word was enough.
Every time his fingers moved without roughness through the water, Seira twisted her hips a little more, hooking one leg deeper over the rim of the tub.
"Hah... there, like that..."
The breath slipping between her lips was languid, and the tremor answering Alper's hand had become unmistakable. The way she clenched roughly around his fingers was nothing less than a woman's instinct. Alper burned himself as he groped for the heat of her hidden beneath the water.
"...Miss Seira."
She lifted the corner of her mouth, just a little, and smiled. The smile looked composed, but she couldn't answer in words, and the faint tremor at the corners of her eyes was clearly different from a moment ago.
When Alper's fingers found and pressed a deep point inside her, Seira suddenly seized his wrist.
"Nnhh! W-wait. There... right now... just like that..."
With those words, her hips trembled. Alper pressed that spot once more, and it was instantaneous. The water in the tub surged and churned as her legs clamped inward, shaking. A small, short sound of breath spilled over the surface of the bath. Heat bursting from inside her body, and the shudder of climax felt through lips clenched shut with all her strength.
Alper couldn't close his mouth.
"Hah, damn..."
A thin moan spread from between her lips.
Seira recalled, however briefly, the memories of doing this herself. The days after her body had changed, when she'd had to take care of herself alone. The ticklish satisfaction that had been enough, swapping fingers in and out. But this sensation now was something else.
It was a completely different stimulation from the masturbation she'd done putting two or three of her own fingers inside. Just one long finger. And yet the young master's finger, sliding through the water, was long and firm — and above all, it was someone else's.
She tipped her head back and drew a small breath. Her face was smiling, but between her thighs she was already clenching hot with tension.
Even he couldn't fail to know that Seira had reached her climax. The sight of her, head thrown back, swallowing her breath, body trembling — it burned itself into Alper's eyes, dazzling.
Her body, laid bare with her legs spread, was beautiful. Lush, and the white skin flushing red with heat looked almost fragile. He could have piled on any number of other compliments, but what adorned her more fantastically than any of those descriptions was the honest pleasure itself.
"Nngh..."
Her thighs twitched with the aftershocks of her climax. The faint vibration that rebound sent through his hand squeezed Alper's heart. His hand was still inside her. Hot, and wet.
"...Not bad."
Seira didn't hesitate. This body had already become what it was, and she would find a way to reverse it somewhere, eventually.
Until then, I might as well wring every last bit of pleasure out of it that I can.