Chapter 8 Chapter VII

The next day, Leo asked for a shower, as his personal hygiene had degenerated to medieval proportions.Coolies prepare tubs in bathing tents.He undressed, sat in the hot water, closed his eyes and enjoyed.A few minutes later, someone entered the tent and stood behind him.At first he thought it was the coolies bringing in the water.But he didn't hear the bucket being lowered. He half turned around.It was Bernie, standing at the entrance of the tent, holding the toiletry bag in one hand and the stool in the other. What are you doing here? Help you take a shower, she said. He looked at her in complete disbelief.Their maid is not Muslim but Hindu, so in theory she should be able to be persuaded to help.Even if the maid doesn't want to, there are other servants, any one can do it, anyway, just help him brush his back, flush the water, and pass the towel.Really don't bother her.

I'm naked, he said. In fact, in the past few days, because she had to help him change his clothes, she had already seen all that could be seen. Since you're in the tub, this should be obvious. She unbuttoned one sleeve and rolled it up, every fold neatly, revealing her arm inch by inch, rolling all the way to a lot above the elbow before stopping.Then do the same with the other sleeve. He is not the kind of person who is impulsive when he sees a woman undressing.But she is different.Just seeing her take off her gloves used to be enough to make his heart beat faster.In the study of the Wyden mansion, she was flipping through the encyclopedia, carelessly touching her neckline with her thumb, as if she was not familiar with the structure of her own body.The neckline was actually very reserved, it didn't reveal the shoulders, let alone the chest, it would never look good on other women.At that time, he had seen many women's bodies, but he was still deeply fascinated.

Head thrown back, she said. He does.She scooped up warm water to wet his hair and then soaped it, scratching his scalp lightly with her fingernails.After washing, she scooped up more water to rinse.She set a bucket by the tub to catch the water that was running down. After drying his hair, she sat on the stool by the tub.She took a sponge from the bag she had brought, dampened it slightly with water, and lathered it carefully, as a surgeon prepares for an operation. Her hands were wet and her arms glistened with water.Delicate, delicate and moist skin.His breathing became a little short.She started washing from his left shoulder to his fingertips, and then did the same on the right side.She turned her eyes away, trying not to look into the middle of the tub, because the hot water, though whitened by the soap, could not hide his reaction.

It was warm inside the tent, and the steam dimmed the light.Her cheeks were ruddy with some drops of water.He licked the back of his teeth, and he wanted to lick hers more.There was a small chip in her front tooth that he had been wanting to lick since the first time he went to eat at her father's house. He reached over and undid the first button of her blouse.She stood up suddenly, knocking over the stool. Please don't do that. She walked around behind him, sponged his back, and rinsed.Then she came back to the side, patted his knee out of the water, and motioned for him to lift his feet up on the edge of the tub.

From where she stood, it was hard not to see him from the waist down, unless she was nearly blind.Did she think that coming to bathe him wouldn't elicit such a reaction?What's more, it's her, not anyone else. The sponge brushed against his leg, soft and slightly grainy to the touch.She is very efficient, her movements are clean and firm, without playfulness or lingering. Still, his excitement grew stronger.The sponge brushed his erection.He hissed.As if she didn't hear, she reached out and patted his other knee.Again, she washed almost to the base of her thighs. He half wanted to tell her that it was abominable to turn him on and hold him back, but that seemed a little too harsh.This was Bernie, and she was probably trying her best to pretend she didn't see the rampant erection, all she wanted was to give him a good shower.

She scrubs his chest and belly.He thought it was finally over, but she rolled up her sleeves higher, then knelt by the bathtub.She dived into the water to wash his midsection.He gasped hard.The sponge scrubbed his scrotum, its lower part and sides, and the gentle movements made the skin more sensitive.He swallowed again and again. The sponge climbs up.Move along his spine, brushing the top slightly, then down, then up again.It felt as if she were electricity or wildfire. Suddenly, it was not the sponge that touched him, but her hand.Just passing lightly like a fish's tail.However, he had suffered three long and thirsty years, and even this little contact was too exciting.He came, hips up, face contorted, moaning in uncontrollable pleasure.

When he opened his eyes, she was standing a step away from the tub, her hands resting stiffly by her side.The sponge floats on the surface of the water. It was the sponge that fell off, so you look around, he said.It must have been an accident just now, he couldn't imagine other possibilities. She did not answer for a long time.Then he said: Do you want me to flush the water for you? It seems like there is no other choice.He stood up.She glanced at him and turned away, hastily picked up the bucket that was brought in just now, the clean water in it was prepared for this purpose. Hot water dripped from him.After rinsing off all soap residue, she handed over the towel.

I'm going out first, you put on your clothes. She has already seen him all over, and, although it was just an accident, she just gave him an orgasm, and now she is dignified? When we were husband and wife, you never allowed me to take off my pajamas.Are you sure you are the same person? If God wanted people to sleep naked, He wouldn't have created pajamas, and she's already at the tent door.What's more, at a certain time, no matter what I say, you will still take it off. As time passed, their marital relationship not only did not improve, but became more and more awkward.Instead of going to her at bedtime, he made love to her in the wee hours of the morning, when she was most soundly asleep.

The gap between them will inexplicably disappear for a few days.He smiles more and asks more questions at dinner.And his eyes were very strange, which always made her breathing difficult and her cheeks hot. In those few days, she thought that she kept having erotic dreams every night, and the pictures were very vivid.Until one night, she woke up to find herself naked, with her ankles on his shoulders. She couldn't stop, couldn't stop him, couldn't stop herself.She could only sob, gasp, and moan helplessly. The next day, she asked him to stop.She couldn't be completely controlled by him like this.But of course she didn't say it.She was just stressing how important sleep was to her, and that he was welcome to fulfill her conjugal duties, not when she had to sleep, but at any other time.

He listened to her tirade very quietly.Then he got up and walked away without giving her any answer.That night, he gave her the supreme orgasm with his lips and tongue, and she woke up screaming.Of course, she could only tremble hopelessly when he entered, and he whispered in her ear that one day she would pay him back. The next day, she asked him to stop again, this time harsher.For all her talk, she ended up sprawled on the edge of the bed, her feet on the ground, her legs spread, trembling at the edge of pleasure, completely out of control. She repeatedly asked to stop this nocturnal activity, his eyes became more and more resentful, and the pleasure became more and more addictive to her.She dreaded that pleasure.She was afraid of him, especially when he promised that one day she would beg him to do it.Because she is really likely to beg him.

This situation continued, and every night she didn't know what he was going to do again, and what he was going to induce her to do, and finally she couldn't sleep because of fear.Until one day, she nearly killed a patient from sleep deprivation and distraction. When she got home that night, she bolted all the doors leading to her bedroom, and she never let him in her bed again, even though they lived under the same roof. Because he didn't want to play the role of a dog attacking martyrs anymore, he went to find her while she was asleep.He wanted the chance to hug and touch her, and that she wouldn't act like she was being raped. He didn't intend to go any further, but as soon as he lay down, she rolled over and snuggled up to him.Her body was usually so stiff, but now it became as soft as a belly dancer.He couldn't help it.He took off their clothes and made love to her.For the first time, she hugged him, hugged him tightly, and whispered his name even in her sleep. Leo, she called, Leo, Leo.He was released inside her like a dam burst. He couldn't help being afraid, she bound his heart so tightly, and in the moment of extreme joy, he forgot all his resentment and helplessness.That sweet feeling made him lustful, insatiable, he couldn't stop wanting her, his wife sleeping hot at dawn. Perhaps this can be a new beginning for the two.Maybe he could soften her with his love, sweet as marshmallow, soft as meringue, the thick foam of kisses and caresses would carry her to the sky. He really wanted to experience the taste of newlyweds, the happiness and joy of being intoxicated by the flesh, none of which they had ever had.As long as he is given a chance, one year, one month, or even just one week, he will definitely be able to change her, repair the friction caused by the difference in personality between the two, reshape this marriage, and make everything beautiful and worthwhile. However, she flatly banishes him.They can only drift away.Marriage is like pearls soaked in vinegar, gradually disappearing? The Hindu Kush Mountains in the summer night sky are even more majestic under the light of the Milky Way.Thousands of stars are scattered on the rugged mountain ridges, like countless diamonds scattered by thieves who missed the treasure. Bernie didn't close the tent door. This enjoyment was second only to sleeping in the open under the stars.It's a pity she couldn't sleep.The camp bed, which was usually fine, was stuck on her back like a rock at this moment.She is very familiar, the air is very stuffy, the altitude of Chitra is 800 meters lower than that of the Rumple Valley, and the temperature is obviously much higher.The collar of the pajamas made her throat hurt, and the long flannel sleeves made her arms sweat. She longs for things she shouldn't desire and can't have. She yearns for him. Bathing him was her way of relieving the itch, touching him with a legitimate-looking pretense.Although he has lost a lot of weight due to illness, the results of the daily long-distance trek in the past few months are still remarkable. His body is strong and strong, with strong shoulders, well-defined abdominal muscles, and slender legs. It was wonderful to touch his skin.When she sponged his arm, her wrist touched the hair of his hand, and she almost let go in surprise.She had almost forgotten how different a man's body felt. Or rather, she never knew. It's the sponge that's gone, so look around for it. No, she let go of the sponge on purpose in order to touch him.But she was too shy to hold his dick, it felt very rude to do that.In the end, she only touched him lightly as if nothing happened.She barely touched him, but his reaction was out of proportion. She was both shocked and aroused.During this sudden period, even though she avoided him as much as possible, that memory still made her very excited.Now, his absence has become a kind of physical torture instead.Her skin became overly sensitive with longing for his touch.During his illness, she couldn't take a proper rest in order to take care of him, causing her head to have been throbbing, and now the pain was even worse because of dissatisfaction.The rest of her body was throbbing, too, biological needs coming at the most inopportune moments. She sat up, her fingers running through her hair, her nails hugging her scalp.After a few minutes, she stood up and walked out of the tent. The sky was so full of stars that one wondered why there hadn't been a rain of stars, and it was like an overly embellished gown with pearls and crystals falling in the heat of the waltz.The dead silence is scary, there is an eerie tranquility in the night, the birds are sleeping, and the nocturnal animals are silently stalking their prey. Their tents were about ten meters apart, and she slipped in to check on him.He slept, breathing peacefully and steadily.She knelt down to measure, and his pulse was normal, as was his temperature.He is young and can endure hardships, and he will be back to health tomorrow morning. She tucked the sheets over him.Well, things are done.It was time for her to go back to her tent and try to sleep again. She didn't move, however, and continued to kneel and listen to his hypnotic easy breathing.Then she reached out and touched him again. Her hands landed on his shoulders and crept up his throat, then his jaw along the shoulder line.He had shaved before the bath, but new stubble had grown back and scratched her palm.Her hands trembled, and her whole body trembled, but the force that had drawn her to him was stronger than the legitimate fear that made her tremble. She leaned forward to kiss his neck, cheeks, ears.He still smelled of Castilian soap, the fragrant olive oil of the distant Iberian peninsula.The touch, the smell of him made her dizzy, and what she was about to do was insane. She unbuttoned the collar of her nightgown and pulled it up over her head.He also went to all the countries she had been to, as if they had fled for their lives one after another, away from the scene of the accident together.This incident moved her inexplicably.Still, it doesn't make her act any less stupid.But stupidity has its own gravity and momentum, and rationality and resistance are wiped out when they meet, like a soldier with a spear meeting a colonial army with guns. Her heart hurts.But her skin was finally liberated after a long period of oppression, and it felt so comfortable.Leo, she said softly, just for herself, not for him to hear.Why do I only want you, Leo? She pulled back the quilt she had just tucked in.He was shirtless, his chest smooth and firm.She stretched out a pair of fingers, from the bottom of her throat along the center of her chest to her navel, then lowered her head to kiss the path she had just drawn. Her hand ran further down the middle of his body.She was not surprised to find him hot and straight.It's almost inevitable. As he continued to sleep soundly, she climbed onto the bed and straddled him, carefully placing her weight on her hands and knees.Her nipples grazed his chest.She takes him inside.He never woke up. Her hair gliding against her skin felt strange and obscene.His sheets were messed up, and her knees sank into the cot surface of the camp bed.Every tiny movement of hers brought a frenzy of pleasure.She heard herself murmuring, whispering prayers at the altar of Cupid.What is she praying for?In such an extremely intimate physical union, she felt bitingly lonely and desolate.She doesn't want to do this. Her prayers were answered.A series of orgasms struck.She trembled and whispered in frantic gratitude.Leo, Leo, she murmured.Rio. Suddenly he joined, clasping her legs with both hands, thrusting his hips up, panting heavily.He felt fierce and huge.She came involuntarily again, a surge of pleasure filling her body. But her heart was full of panic.Because he was touching her, drawing down the center of her body like she had just done. Bernie, he murmured.benny.