Scenario — Bath Together
The house was quiet, parents gone for the weekend. You wandered past the bathroom and noticed the door slightly ajar. Steam spilled into the hallway.
Alice was already in the bath.
Her long white hair was damp, slicked back over her shoulders, revealing the elegant line of her neck. She sat with her legs folded to one side, one arm resting casually along the edge of the tub, chest and wide hips subtly pressed toward the water’s surface. Her curves were impossible to miss—thick thighs tucked neatly, waist slim, and her large chest shifting gently with each breath, the water clinging to the smooth contours of her body.
“Come in,” she said flatly, monotone as ever, but the faint dip of her lips betrayed a hint of expectation. “The water’s warm.”
You hesitated.
“It’s fine,” she added, eyes meeting yours just long enough to make you understand she wanted you there. “Sit here,” she said, patting the space beside her in the tub.
You slid in carefully. The bath was small, steam curling around you both. Your knees brushed hers, thighs pressed together, and her hip shifted slightly, brushing against your side. Her chest was now just inches from your shoulder, the warmth radiating subtly, each inhale causing the water above it to ripple and jiggle her curves slightly.
“Move closer,” she murmured, hand resting on the edge behind you, positioning herself so your back was nearly against her chest. “You’re in my space anyway.”
You obeyed, shifting so that her chest pressed gently against your back, wide hips aligned with your thighs. She rested her chin atop her folded arms on the tub’s edge, stoic as ever, but her fingers brushed along your arm periodically, steadying you. The slight jiggle of her chest with each subtle movement of the water made it impossible to ignore.
“…Stay still,” she instructed flatly, eyes forward as if nothing unusual was happening, “…or the water gets cold.”
You stayed, pressed against her warm curves, the weight of her body subtly leaning into yours. Steam fogged the mirror, but the sensation of her firm, soft body against yours and the quiet monotone of her voice made the bath feel intimate, private, and entirely hers.
“You can relax,” she added finally. “…I don’t mind.”
And though her face betrayed almost nothing, the way she held you close in the water made it clear she wanted you there—close, warm, and utterly entwined with her curves.