"I am going to to wash your hair first ," she said, her voice trembling with desire.
"I am in your hands," Otis said, closing his eyes.
She let out a sigh and ran her hands through his thick hair, gently washing away the suds with water from the hot spring. Then she took some soapy water and poured it into her hands before rubbing his head. His body tensed under her touch as she massaged the soapy water deep into his scalp.
She could feel his muscles relax and the tension melt away beneath her fingers.
Her lips curled into a smile at the way he was reacting to her touch.
Her soapy hand then found its way down to my back and began to stroke her palm over my shoulders and upper back, then worked her way down my spine, pausing only briefly at the base before continuing on its journey. Her movements were slow and deliberate, and the sensation was both erotic and relaxing.
"Can you stretch your right arm out for me?" the lamia asked.
