My Servant Is An Elf Knight From Another World

Chapter 827  Bathroom Break, Part 1

Allure was the word I was thinking of.

The only word I was seeing in the misty white of vapor, hearing the trickle and splash of running water, feeling in the touch, the electrifying tenderness enveloping my body.

Allure was everything and everywhere.

Especially her…

I forgot how ridiculously big and fancy Amanda's shower was the first time I had used it. You can move and stretch a number of paces in any direction you want without having to worry about bashing into any of the shining porcelain walls that surrounded you.

But then you put just one more person together with you, and suddenly you realize you're no longer left with much room to work with, suddenly the space becomes ridiculously small in her presence… try to move an inch, adjust yourself once, and you'll bump, touch, and feel every inch of her in the attempt.

Which I'm sure was exactly as she planned… this mischievous little vixen.

Glistening so squeaky clean and pristine amidst layers of soap and water on the outside, yet within her was an obscenity, a dirtiness that can't ever be scrubbed clean no matter what.

"Excuse me…" Amanda whispered coyly, leaning out and reaching for one of her exotic brands of shampoo, deliberately-inadvertently grazing me lightly with her body as she did.

And I repeat, being unable to move a step, there was no actual way for me to 'excuse her' without directly stepping out of the shower. So, like passengers inside a heavily packed compartment, we continued to be squished against one another; Amanda reaching and reaching - but never actually taking.

"Hm, where did I put that, I wonder?" She mused in willful ignorance, reaching further, pressing firmer, her hand aimlessly rummaging through dozens of her fancy bottles. "Can't seem to find it anywhere, that's so strange."

"Here," I said, shooting a hand past hers and plucking out a bottle I used the same night before. "Good soap. Very bubbly. Very soapy. You can step back now."

Amanda happily took my suggestion, stepping away and making sure to bump every single one of our limbs in the process, before just silently standing in her place wearing a rather enigmatic smile in the relentless spew of cold, white steam.

Just inches away, her bare body. Laid out there with absolutely nothing to obscure, no divine white light, or thick clouds of smoke to leave anything to the imagination. I could see every drop of water splatter against her skin, cascading down every ample curve.

When she moved, I'd see her rousingly sway, wobble, before eventually, she'd gradually settle, and when she walked, her thighs would always touch… oh, and she had such lovely, long legs, I never noticed just how shapely and defined her -

"Get my back for me?"

I blinked, and all of a sudden, the soap bottle was thrust into my hands again; bare before me, Amanda had turned away, eyeing me sidely with that same unknowing smirk of hers.

"Um, I'm sure you've scrubbed your back like millions of times without- "

But before I could say anymore, Amanda abruptly shot into a fit of loud, violent coughs. Echoing across the bathroom walls so loudly, so viscerally, and still with that stupid smile on her face, so utterly fakely.

Either way though, her message got through to me loud and clear.

"No rush, alright?" She said, swiping away a bundle of mushy blond locks over her shoulder. "Gently. Thoroughly. As long as it takes."

And now I'm facing her back - or rather her back was facing me; those small shoulders of hers, so rousingly round and… and shoulder-y. The way she was curved, the slight arch of her spine, faint little dimples on her skin, all trailing, all leading downwards to her voluptuous…

I blinked once, and started to squirt.

The soap, I mean…

Touching her felt… well, obviously, it felt nice, pleasing, a bliss at risk of erupting… but it also felt strange. Through the foam, the bubbles, and the satisfying thrill, Amanda felt hot. Gliding my fingers across every inch of her back, the curves of her waist fitting perfectly in my palms, all throughout, there was just this dissonance of warm and cold pulsating back at me.

It was all I could think about for some reason.

"You're so quiet," Amanda rang aloud, the ambiance bouncing back, reverberating her voice in a low sultry acoustic.

"Focusing…" I echoed back.

"You're so shy."

I squirted another coating in my hand, stowing the bottle back in its place.

"Focusing."

"Don't get me wrong, it's cute, but I expected you to be more accustomed to all of this. I mean - haven't you already done this with Adalia? From what I heard, you seemed to have had tons of fun."

"Okay, first of all, that was different."

"Different?"

"Secondly," I continued on. "Do all you girls share a singular mind? How do you know about that?"

"Different on?" She pressed again.

"Adalia's was…" I thought for a moment. "Hers was educational."

"Educational?"

"And innocent."

"This is innocent."

"Innocent? You? I don't think you even know that that word - "

"Oh, c'mon, you…" suddenly, she whirled around again - there was a brief blur of dissipating mist and whipping gold, and atop my shoulders, her arms blazed, her fingers entwined at the back of my neck, locking our bodies close. Amanda looked up endearingly at me, her warm, ample chest pressing against mine. "I'm not saying that you should do anything rash… but it'd be nice if you could do… something… you know? Even a gentleman knows when to stop being one, right?"

"Except I know me better than you do," I replied, keeping my trembling, wanting hands firmly at my sides. "I let loose for even a second… and I'm all over you before you can even let out a sound."

She giggled keenly. "And you're talking as if I wouldn't want that…"

"You're not feeling well, Amanda."

"Unfortunately," She sighed, finally letting go and relieving all pleasurable pressure, much to my relief, and according to the hard swelling between my legs, also much to my own dismay. "Okay, groping and fondling may break my bones, fine - but words? How about some words, then, hm?"

"Words?"

"Your girlfriend is naked and embarrassing herself for your pleasure," She said dryly, crossing her arms and accentuating her bare, perky breasts as if trying to prove a point. "If there's really nothing you have to say to that, then I - "

"There's gonna be a special room in prison for me if I say all things I'm dying to do with your body, believe me," I said.

"Now that's better," She said, beaming wide. "You can keep going - just try and keep it PG if you can help it."

Was she really fishing for compliments from me right now? Of all the places? Of all the… fuck it, whatever…

"You're… hot, Amanda."

She gave an encouraging nod. "And what else?"

"You're very pretty," I went on. "You're also extremely cute."

"Spoken like a true romantic. It's no wonder you go so many girls falling head over heels for you."

"Um," I searched for more things to say. "You have very nice breasts too."

"Oh, that didn't take long for you to get there," She said unabashedly. "While we're still at it, just what part of my breasts do you find so very nice?"

I gaped at her. "Seriously?"

"Hey, you brought it up, not me."

Touché.

"I… like how they look," I began, wondering how the hell I even got here. "...their size. Not too big - like petite. I like how they feel in my hands when I touch them."

"Yes, I'm quite proud of them too, actually," Amanda said, copping a feel of them so casually, my retinas bursting into metaphorical flames at the sight. "Come to think of it, they're roughly about the same size as Adalia's, don't you think?"

"No comment."

"Obviously, not as big as Ash's but…" She glanced at me, more in wonder than anything else. "...hey, whose breasts do you prefer over whose?"

Oh my God. Lookie over here at detective Amanda. Asking the hard-hitting questions that everyone's dying to know, truly.

"Yeah, not today…" I said, turning away figuratively and literally away from the discussion. The wall's my new shower-mate now. "There are just some questions in the world that shouldn't be answered, Amanda. You know that."

Okay, you're right," She relented, the wet pitter-patter of her feet scooting her closer. "I shouldn't have trapped you like that. That's my bad. There's really no right answer to that one, huh?"

"You think?"

"But if given no other choice…" Amanda mused on, an eager tone brimming with her voice. "Obviously, you would have chosen mine, right? Without a doubt."

And then - before I could say another word, she went and seized me from behind, trapping me in her arms, her tight grip.

"Don't say a word," She said, vigorously nuzzling me with her lips. "Before this is over, I'll make sure you get your answer."

Then she began to move again. Her softness, her blazing warmth, and the sensation of her breasts rubbing against my back like zaps of electricity rousing me in more ways than once.

"Amanda, what are you…?" I stammered.

"Shh…" her arms began to stir, her hands stroking slow circles across my chest. I could feel her breath on me, quivering, like gusts of blazing hot desire. "It's my turn, okay? I'm just returning the favor, is all."

"Favor?"

"Mmm-hmm," She sounded, a wicked smile leaving with her breath, as she moved, her body, her entirety, stroking me in waves of tantalizing pleasure. "You wash my back, I wash yours~"

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