Jill hands were gentle as she rubbed Laz's body. It seemed like as opposed to when she washed his back, she was much more subdued washing the front of him. Perhaps you've never had someone wash you before, but it is usually either exceptionally cold and impersonal or something that is sexually charged, but there is the middle ground which is something soft sweet and innocent.
Right now, that's what Laz was experiencing and it brought him a kind of pleasure that wasn't sexual in nature despite being stimulating.
Working her way down, she washed Laz's neck and shoulders, then his chest and sides. She then skipped his waist and washed his legs and feet, all the while she never once looked Laz in the face.
Laz started to think she was going to skip the other parts, but she surprised him with that, returning after washing his lower half.
