Anirudh flashed a small smile, his eyes locked on Eleanor as he relaxed under her gentle care.
Her hands were impossibly soft—softer than any young girl's—gliding over his skin with a touch that felt like pure bliss. As the jacuzzi's waves splashed around them, her nightgown slowly soaked through, clinging to her body and highlighting every curve. The wet fabric hugged her full breasts, two little points poking out, and Anirudh felt a rush of heat surge through him. When Eleanor finished washing his upper body and her hands slid lower, that heat exploded into something wild.
"Hey, Eleanor, this tub's massive—why don't you hop in with me?" he suggested out of nowhere.
"No way!" she shot back instantly. Helping him bathe was already a stretch at his age; jumping in together? Absolutely not.
"Why not? We used to bathe together all the time when I was little," he said, putting on his best innocent face.
"That was then, but now…"
"Now's no different—c'mon, get in!" Before she could finish, Anirudh tugged her in. She didn't see it coming and splashed right into the tub.
Sploosh. Eleanor went under, her already damp nightgown now drenched, sticking to her like a second skin. It was so sheer you could see her panties clear as day.
"You little brat, think you can mess with me now?" she snapped, annoyed but holding back her temper.
"Nah, I just saw how hard you were working to wash me—let me return the favor," he said, grabbing her soft hand with zero guilt.
"Nice try. I know exactly what you're up to…" She yanked her hand free. This kid was getting way too cocky!
"Eleanor…" Just as she started to climb out of the tub, he called her name, voice dripping with affection.
"Hmm?" She paused.
"Your breasts… they're gorgeous."
"…" She froze. What the hell was he saying?
"Can I touch them?" His eyes were glued to her chest, those peaks just as stunning as Aurora's.
"…" She was ready to lose it.
"I'm… so uncomfortable…" Right as she opened her mouth to snap at him, his pleading eyes hit her like a bucket of cold water, dousing her anger.
She took him in—face flushed, erection standing proud, eyes hazy with desire—and let out a soft sigh.
"Anirudh, you don't have a girlfriend, do you?"
"Nope…" He shook his head, thrown off by the question.
"And you've never… been with a woman?" She hesitated but pressed on.
"Nope…" He shook his head again, firm. Sure, he'd almost gone there with Aurora not long ago, but no way he'd admit that to Eleanor.
She sighed again. He was nineteen. With his background, most city guys would've racked up a dozen women by now. But him? Not even a single touch. No wonder he was like this.
"Alright, you can touch—just here, nowhere else, got it?" She knew boys his age were ruled by hormones. She cared about him so much—what harm was there in letting him have this?
"Deal!" He lit up. He'd just thrown it out there, never expecting she'd actually say yes.
Eleanor gently slid one strap of her nightgown down…
Anirudh swallowed hard, his body buzzing like a swarm of ants was tearing through him. The tingling itch drove him crazy, his lower half throbbing like something was about to burst—a dizzying, addictive rush.
He reached out, hand trembling. Noticing his nerves, Eleanor took charge, guiding his hand to her chest.
Again? He was screaming inside. I'm the luckiest guy alive!
The moment his fingers brushed her breast, Eleanor jolted, like a shockwave ripped through her—a sensation she'd never felt before.
Time stopped. They stayed like that for what felt like forever. Anirudh squeezed gently, the softness blowing his mind, kneading it a few times as the ecstasy nearly swallowed him whole.
Eleanor let out a soft moan, fighting to keep her head clear. Seeing him lost in the moment, she whispered, "Feel good?"
"Mmm… but it's still… uncomfortable…" He mumbled, floating in a haze of pleasure so intense he forgot who he was.
"Uncomfortable?" She blinked, confused.
Feels amazing and uncomfortable?
"Yeah, Eleanor, it's… down here. Can you help?" He pointed to his massive erection breaking the water's surface, begging her with those desperate eyes. The fire Aurora had sparked—and some train attendant had snuffed out—was roaring back, unstoppable.
Eleanor's face dropped, hard.