Chapter Two - Spirited Away
A warm breeze from the outside air gently lands upon my face, waking me from a dreamless sleep. As I open my crusted eyes, the colors and fine lines of the world return to my vision. The day was still bright, and the sky was deep blue and cloudless. A flock of geese fly by in a V across my window, guiding my eye to the clock.
3:30. The store my parents talked about should still be open. As if on cue, my stomach makes a muffled noise, bringing my attention back to the two of us laying in bed.
Alice was breathing quietly and rhythmically. Her black mass of tangled hair lay just beneath my chin, and her small body was nuzzled against mine. We had been lying like this for so long that I didn't even notice her presence when I woke up. But now that I'm awake, and a little hungry, I start to think about how long I should wait before I wake her up.
There's something enchanting about watching Alice sleep beside me, completely at peace, that puts my mind to rest. Her small chest just barely rises with each breath. With my free arm, I gingerly run my palm down her alabaster skin on her side, down her smooth, soft stomach, into her crevice. My fingers run into a bristly patch, snapping me out of my reverie. Her hair was usually soft as down.
Oh that's right. We're both sticky from earlier.
Unceremoniously, I pull my chest from her back, dismayed to find that we were lightly glued together from sweat. Her quiet breathing sharpens to a hitch before she moans in discomfort. As our bodies detach from each other, our skin makes the sound of a large sticker being peeled from its backing. It's kind of painful.
"Nooo..." she groans. Though I can only see the back of her head, I know she's wincing.
I kiss her on the forehead. "Wake up, darling! It's time for a bath!"
I playfully mask the pain I caused myself when I yanked the tip of my dick from her sticky thigh.
"Oh, but it was so nice being asleep..."
"Come on, we have to get to the grocery store before it closes or it's beef jerky for dinner!"
Fully sympathizing with her post-nap torpor, I make the decision for both of us and hop off the bed. I carefully place my left arm under her chest and the stronger right one underneath her thighs, and lift her up with practiced ease.
Despite not seeing perfectly through my crusted eyes, I rush down the stairs to the ground floor bathroom, her light body making me feel like an athlete as I do so. Her beautiful breasts jostle and shake with each bounding step while she covers her eyes with her hands, afraid of the inevitable crash.
Not so. Like an overweight cat, I still manage to land squarely on my feet, with Alice safely in my arms.
"Alright Tarzan, where's the bathroom?" My naked companion quips sarcastically.
"Ooh ha HA," I grunt, pointing at the door with my head. I mock-lift my leg, as if to kick it down.
"No!" Alice laughs, before turning the knob with her outstretched arm. I carry her inside and use facial gestures to point to the chain for the lightbulb.
"Ooh Ooh Ook."
"I'm pretty sure Tarzan knew how to talk," Alice zings me again as she pulls the switch.
"Jane too chatty today," I retort as I roll my shoulders back, as if to hurl her into the tub. She screams in panicked laughter before frantically jumping out of my arms.
"Is this clean?" She peers over the edge, examining the tub's walls and drain.
"Yeah, it's a bit antiquated, but my parents told me it all works fine."
"Hard to imagine a little old lady taking baths alone in this."
"It's pretty big." I nod in agreement.
"You know, there's probably room for the two of us in here."
"That's the plan," I say nonchalantly as I turn the hot water knob. At least this house had modern plumbing and heated water. I put my hand under the spigot to test it.
"Hmm," I grouse in disappointment as tepid water poured out. Of course, the water wouldn't just be hot automatically. It has to be heated.
"Alice, have you seen a boiler for this house anywhere?"
"Yes, there was some drum-shaped thingy outside," she recalls.
I walk to the front door and put on some shoes. "Lead me to it."
"Wait! We're both naked!"
"That's fine. There aren't any neighbors around for miles," I yell back to the house. "Well, not exactly miles, you know what I mean."
I wait a bit before the naked figure of my fiancée peers out of the doorway. I love the nervous expression on her face as she scans the horizon for people. She hops onto the cobblestone pathway with bare feet, pattering as she catches up to me. A glorious blush graces her cheeks, and even the top of her chest, if my eyes don't deceive me.
"It's on that side of the house," she points as she clings to my arm and walks behind me as if to hide herself from potential onlookers. I, on the other hand, embrace the opportunity for outdoor nudity that our isolation has granted us. It's been a while since I last felt any kind of breeze against my Johnson, and it's awesome.
Looking out into the Arcadian landscape, I realize we could go on nude hikes if we wanted to, with virtually no risk of being bothered. All in our own backyard. My penis grows a little in excitement.
Alice, on the other hand, is still a little anxious. I'm sure she will come around to my idea eventually, but right now she's holding on for dear life. As we turn the corner, she shifts behind me to shield herself. Her stiff cherry gumdrops graze the skin on my back.
"Eep!" She squeaks like a little girl when a brace of ducks unexpectedly starts quacking at us, before rearing away to a safe distance.
"It's just some animals. They're wearing no more clothes than we are. Ah, here's the boiler." I head on over to turn on the hot water.
For some reason, Alice seemed to be studying the ducks carefully.
"Fixed it, now we just have to wait a little bit before we use the bath."
"There's four of them, but only one seems to be male. You think the rest are all his mates?"
"Animals are known to do that. He's a lucky guy. A lucky duck, more precisely," I tease.
