Britwitch
Classically curvy
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Bridget barely moved as he withdrew from inside her, untying her and leaving without a word. Even after the door had clanged shut she remained where she was for a short while. Fresh tears dampened her cheeks as she rolled onto her side and drew her knees up to her chest, wrapping arms around them tightly. She cool feel his seed oozing out of her sex, sticky and thick upon her thighs. But it wasn't that which made her feel nauseous. It was knowing that it was mixed with her own body's treacherous arousal that made her feel physically sick. Knowing that he had done this to her.
"Come here. Time for you to shower."
His words came as a complete surprise when he reappeared in the room. She went so far as to part her lips to ask 'Really?' before stopping herself. Bridget had no clear idea how long she had been in this place and so couldn't begin to imagine how long it had been since her last shower. Not to mention the acts that had occurred in the meantime.
Rising on still unsteady legs, she walked over to him and crossed her hands lightly before her. The cloth covered her eyes and rope surrounded her wrists. She felt a tug and followed obediently.
Soon they came to a halt and she heard a door shut somewhere close. Bridget's eyes blinked rapidly as the pressure around her wrists disappeared and the blindfold was removed and a bathroom came into view with a shower stall in the corner.
"Soap and shampoo are in the shower. Get clean. Use the toilet if you need to."
She hadn't expected him to leave her alone and so to see him leaning almost nonchalantly against the door didn't particularly phase her. The promise of a shower was more than enough to quell any fleeting feelings of embarrassment at being watched.
"Thank you," Bridget replied quietly, desperate to feel warm, clean water on her skin, to wash away the dirt of the last few days, to wash away the traces of him.
Soon surprisingly warm water was cascading over her hair and body. She revelled in it for a few short minutes before setting about washing herself, in case this generosity of his came to an end before she was finished.
Pooling shampoo in her palm she started to wash her hair. It's length and thickness usually meant she took a long time de-tangling and conditioning it. Obviously this was not an option and she settled for shampooing it generously and working her fingers through from scalp to tip as she rinsed it. Soon a fairly smooth sheet of blonde hair was flowing down her back.
Steam was starting to swirl around her and she almost forgot where she was. That she was being watched.
Grabbing the soap she worked it between her palms before trailing it across her body. Soaping her torso, lather clinging to her breasts and running slowly down her stomach. She lifted each leg to wash it and then began to wash her sex. It was more than a little sore and so she worked the soap across it with a greater degree of care. Pushing a finger inside herself to try and wash out some of the seed that had been leaking onto her thighs.
It was then she remembered where she was.
She wasn't at home, she wasn't in her own bathroom, in her own shower.
Brown eyes rose to the balaclava covered face against the door and her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Swallowing nervously, she started to remove her finger from inside herself, reaching with her other hand for the shower head so that she could rinse herself.
"Come here. Time for you to shower."
His words came as a complete surprise when he reappeared in the room. She went so far as to part her lips to ask 'Really?' before stopping herself. Bridget had no clear idea how long she had been in this place and so couldn't begin to imagine how long it had been since her last shower. Not to mention the acts that had occurred in the meantime.
Rising on still unsteady legs, she walked over to him and crossed her hands lightly before her. The cloth covered her eyes and rope surrounded her wrists. She felt a tug and followed obediently.
Soon they came to a halt and she heard a door shut somewhere close. Bridget's eyes blinked rapidly as the pressure around her wrists disappeared and the blindfold was removed and a bathroom came into view with a shower stall in the corner.
"Soap and shampoo are in the shower. Get clean. Use the toilet if you need to."
She hadn't expected him to leave her alone and so to see him leaning almost nonchalantly against the door didn't particularly phase her. The promise of a shower was more than enough to quell any fleeting feelings of embarrassment at being watched.
"Thank you," Bridget replied quietly, desperate to feel warm, clean water on her skin, to wash away the dirt of the last few days, to wash away the traces of him.
Soon surprisingly warm water was cascading over her hair and body. She revelled in it for a few short minutes before setting about washing herself, in case this generosity of his came to an end before she was finished.
Pooling shampoo in her palm she started to wash her hair. It's length and thickness usually meant she took a long time de-tangling and conditioning it. Obviously this was not an option and she settled for shampooing it generously and working her fingers through from scalp to tip as she rinsed it. Soon a fairly smooth sheet of blonde hair was flowing down her back.
Steam was starting to swirl around her and she almost forgot where she was. That she was being watched.
Grabbing the soap she worked it between her palms before trailing it across her body. Soaping her torso, lather clinging to her breasts and running slowly down her stomach. She lifted each leg to wash it and then began to wash her sex. It was more than a little sore and so she worked the soap across it with a greater degree of care. Pushing a finger inside herself to try and wash out some of the seed that had been leaking onto her thighs.
It was then she remembered where she was.
She wasn't at home, she wasn't in her own bathroom, in her own shower.
Brown eyes rose to the balaclava covered face against the door and her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Swallowing nervously, she started to remove her finger from inside herself, reaching with her other hand for the shower head so that she could rinse herself.