<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://s300.photobucket.com/user/SociallyToxicBeauty/media/f9baa897-e285-4e2a-92b5-e0eb263a67ea.jpg.html"></a><a class="postlink" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn24/SociallyToxicBeauty/f9baa897-e285-4e2a-92b5-e0eb263a67ea.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/><span style="color: #408000"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Alida</span></span></span></div><br/><br/>Izu had explained why he was naked, though Alida had trouble understanding. She managed though, somehow. She supposed it made sense to not want the clothes wet if they were going to be covering your body all day. It wouldn't be very comfortable after all.<br/><span style="color: #BF0000"><br/>"Now that we have that worked out, you should start washing yourself,"</span>Izu suggested, grabbing the soap and lathering it in his hands before handing the slippery item to Alida. She struggled to keep it in her hands, just barely managing. She was going to reply, but Izu had forced her to turn around and began to gently rub her neck, the soap making it easy for him to glide his hands over her. He was careful in his movements and Alida's eyes began to droop from the lovely sensations.<br/><br/>She stiffened slightly as Izu began to run his hands on her lower back, slipping a finger between her butt cheeks. His hands retreated back up, but found themselves once more at her ass. Alida said nothing, curious as to what Izu was doing. The feeling was starting to feel rather pleasant and Alida leaned forward, her arms coming up to press against the wall as she dropped her forehead on her hands. Her breathing had picked up, and she gave a small whimper at the feeling of Izu's finger dipping into her back hole. He whispered huskily about nothing to be worried about, but she could barely hear him over the pounding of her own heart.<br/><br/>A few minutes had passed by, and during that time Izu's finger had begun gently dipping in and out of her back hole, while his other hand had come to her front side and dropped down to her center. His fingers had started with rubbing small, soft circles on her clit that caused rather nice sensations she had not had before. Her center had begun to ache with a need she didn't quite understand and a heat had begun to flood her womb. Tingly sensations invaded her body, slowly making their way up her spine. Tiny, uncertain whines had left Alida's plump lips as Izu continued his bold exploration.<br/><br/>Alida's eyes were closed as she panted and whimpered. She wanted more but more of what she wasn't sure. She felt like her body was trying to get somewhere, but just couldn't quite get there. Just as she was sure something was about to happen, Izu had removed himself from her and she gave a soft cry of protest. What he had been doing had felt nice and she didn't understand why he stopped.<span style="color: #408000">"Izu..." </span>she pleaded softly. Izu seemed to ignore her as he turned around to face away from her,<span style="color: #BF0000">"A-Anyways. Now that you're all taken care of, make yourself useful and help me wash..."  </span><br/><br/>For a moment, Alida just tried to figure out what happened. Then, with unsure hands, she reached out and began to rub soap on Izu's back as he had done her, her hands kneading the tense muscles until she felt them loosen under her touch. She then wrapped her arms around him, her body pressed firmly against his back as her hands glided over his lean belly and down to his throbbing erection. One hand gently grabbed a hold of him, her slender fingers wrapping around his large girth, while her other hand cupped his balls. She didn't know what compelled her to do so and she realized that they were participating in some rather risky ritual. Her hands began to move, stroking him firmly while softly playing with his balls.<span style="color: #408000">"Izu..."</span>she whispered, her usually light voice heavy with lust,<span style="color: #408000">"Izu want Alida?"</span>she asked.