Her Lady in Waiting

Princess Persina massaged the sides of her arms with the fragrant, oily water, feeling her skin slide perfectly over itself, transfixed by the sensation.

Clove sat on the side of the tub, watching her, feeling the heat between her thighs radiate into the stone tiles beneath her. The Princess's nipples sat right below the water line. Clove did whatever she could in her power to stop herself from imagining all she'd like to do to them but failed.

She watched the valley between her breasts compress into tight cleavage as Sina (as the Princess insisted Clove call her) hugged herself in an oily embrace,

"Do you ever have baths like this, Clove?" The Princess asked, not so innocently.

Clove rolled her eyes, smiling at the humour, "No, Sina, these baths are only for you,"

"Perhaps you should join me then."

"Don't be silly, your highness. Chambermaids can't be doing things like that."

Sina slid down into the deeper level of the bath and half-swam her way towards the edge of the tub, her lower back and curve of her ass cresting above the surface of the water,

"You won't be for much longer. Soon you'll be my lady in waiting, a much more elevated position, which should make it easier to share bathwater, no?"

Clove felt her cheeks warm as she pushed herself out the water like a mermaid. In this moment, she could cup her chin and kiss her, but Clove held onto whatever proprietary she had left and resisted the urge,

"Well, for now, I'm still your chambermaid."

"Alright then, chambermaid. Ablute yourself then."

"What?"

"You heard me. Wash yourself at the basin, then come back over here. Sit on the side of the bath. With your legs in the water. Unless of course, it discomforts you."

Sina rotated her body in the water and returned to her original position as Clove began to derobe herself with her back turned to the Princess.

She crossed the room to the basin and took the still damp rag that the princess rubbed across her body moments ago and submerged it in the water.

Glancing up into the large ornate mirror in front of her, she sees that Sina has resumed her rubbing ritual, this time with her eyes closed. She wondered if she did this every night as she bathed or if this display was just for her.

She wrung the rag slightly and started wiping the surface layer of grime off her body. In the mirror, she watched Sina's fingers travel over her collarbones and across the nape of her neck. The rag followed her directions, migrating under and over each breast, down the stomach and up and down the sides of her body.

Realising that she had been staring, Clove snapped herself out of it and re-dowsed the cloth to clean her legs and the tops of her feet. Before she could wipe down any other crevices she thought about the implication before her.

Had this rag rubbed her highness's nethers? Has a dilution of her nectar just been rubbed all over her body?

Looking back at the princess through the mirror, Clove sees that both hands are now below the water, the peaks of her knees jutting out slightly. Her highness's eyes were still closed as her left shoulder slowly bobbed up and down.

Clove gripped the edge of the marble counter as she felt her sex throb. She fought the desire to fiddle with her twat, and instead felt her knee lift itself onto the counter, prying Clove's sex open.

She dipped the cloth again and wrung the dirty water over her chest. Although the drops were small, they felt heavy, and Clove had to manually prevent a gasp.

She watched Sina's head lull backwards and tentatively reached down to wipe the crevices of her inner thigh. The tingling in her clit glowered hotly, demanding to be attended to.

Clove tried to silence it by placing the whole of her palm over her aching slit, trying to press the want for pleasure out of herself but failed.

An audible little, "Oh!" rung out in the bathroom from the Princess's throat.

An eager, persistent throb bloomed in the palm of Clove's hand. Accepting that the princess wasn't watching her...

Clove pressed the tip of her middle finger just over the entrance to herself through the rag, feeling her own wetness spread through the fibers. The Princess's breathing began to fill the room and mingle with the steam.

Clove used the pace of it to slide her finger up and down over herself, thankfully for the slow and steady tempo. She may have surrendered to her inhibitions but she hadn't yet surrendered fully to pleasure.

Feeling nectar gather on her fingers was one thing, but sinking them into herself was another. She wanted to but...

Sina's head began to roll forward and Clove rushed to bring her knee down from the counter, "Are you done yet, Clove?"

"... I am actually."

Clove walked back across the room, Sina waded through the water to meet her. The Princess took her chambermaids hand as she awkwardly lifted one foot over the wide ledge and into the water.

Sina admired Clove's body, soft and supple, and struck with dozens of flecks of tiny lightning bolts along her hips and awning of her breasts. Her second foot descended into the water and Sina guided Clove down the step into the deeper water.

The warm water against her skin offered Clove immeasurable relief. Sina crouched to urge Clove deeper into the water so the length of her entire back could be suspended in the water.

Clove let out a sigh, a decade of work suddenly catching up to her all at once.

The Princess felt the slow release of tension in her lover's body beneath her hands as she moved to rub Clove's shoulders.

With all sense of properness and order melting away, Clove took a moment to enjoy Sina's touch between her shoulder blades, before reaching up to cup her lover's beautiful face and kissing her deeply.