She purred softly and leaned her head against the yielding wall of the shower.She purred softly and leaned her head against the yielding wall of the shower. "Rub harder," she purred pleadingly. I pushed in harder, down around her spine and between her shoulderblades, trying to ease the pressure of 120 or so hours of flight time. Although the computers on board had taken much of the effort off her hands, none of us were completely relaxed-- just sitting makes me tense sometimes. She purred softly, collapsing against the showerstall wall and letting me hold her up as I rubbed her. I slowly worked my way down and began caressing her hips and buttocks; the sounds coming from her muzzle were positively ecstatic. She moaned softly as my hands pressed into the tight flesh of her thighs, as much for the massage as for the soap, kneeling down and working down to her calves and finally her feet. "I'd like to do this part when we're dry." "That sounds wonderful," she sighed. "Would you like me to wash you as well?" "Please... but be quick. I don't want the soap on you to dry suddenly and give you a rash." "It won't be that long," she replied, smiling and trading places with me, running her soap along my chest with her paws. I suddenly understood why she had reacted so vocally to my touch; after four days of wearing the same clothes and sitting in the same position, just to be touched by another person was sheer bliss, never mind that she was massaging me just as firmly as I had her. |