Sight Unseen

Chapter Twelve: Asta

{Dis a shower scene. Don't read if you don't like all da sexy nakedness.}

I wish I wasn't blind. I would love to see everything that is Medusa. From what I can tell in the brief touches I've given her, she's a very attractive woman. I've only heard horror stories about her, but she's nothing like I've heard. I sigh softly, making sure that the shower water isn't too hot or too cold.

"Are you undressed yet?" I ask her, closing the shower curtain.

I hear a soft grunt and turn to face her. I wish I knew what her facial expressions looked like. This would be so much easier. But, I also wouldn't be able to stay by her side. I sighed softly, jumping a little when she placed a soft hand on my lower back.

"Is everything alright, Asta?" I could hear the scowl. I nodded, smiling softly. "Just thinking."

I heard her puff a soft sigh, but I didn't hear any clothes on her body, so I guess she's naked. I start to strip my own clothes off, only to be stopped by a hand on mine at my throat.

"Please, let me help you." I can hear her almost begging me. I blush hard and nod. "Please..." I breathe, surprised I can talk at all. She helps me undress, making sure that everything doesn't stick to me and that nothing gets caught in my hair. When I'm down to just my panties, I hear her drop to her knees in front of me. I blush harder and place my hands behind me on the sink counter.

I can hear her shaky breath and feel a warm puff of air against my crotch, which is now trembling and leaking wet. I hadn't realized that she was so close to me. I can feel my muscles shaking, trembling in pleasure. I bite my bottom lip, whimpering softly when she moves her fingers to the waistband of my panties.

"May I?"

I nod softly, not trusting my voice to work at this moment. I grip the counter harder when I hear her groan in held back pleasure. I can only assume that she can see how wet I am with how close she is. I whimper as her fingers ghost across my flesh. I can only imagine how well they'd work their magic to get me off. I bite my bottom lip harder as she rubs the backs of my calves to get my panties off completely.

"Beautiful..." she murmurs ever so softly, barely heard. If I wasn't used to depending on my other senses, I wouldn't have heard it.

"Medusa, the water is ready." I say, if only to distract her from staring at me any longer. I pull the shower curtain open and motion for her to get in. When I hear the water thudding against her body and not hitting the floor anymore, I smile softly and get in, myself. I hear her gasp and groan softly, and I feel around for the soap so I can start washing the blood off of her.

Once I find it, I reach for the water, which she's still standing under, and I mutter an apology as I hit her in the chest trying to find the water. She chuckles and steps back so I can get the soap wet. Once I have a nice lather going, I ask her to turn around. When she does as I ask, I reach out to touch her back. I hear her moan as I touch her, stiffening. I feel my own body react, my n*****s getting hard at her noises. Hadn't expected that.

"Tell me if it hurts, Medusa." I murmur, knowing she'll hear me. I start to rub her skin, gently, making sure I'm not pushing too hard. She hums something I'm not familiar with, and doesn't move as I wash her body. I get to her shoulder and I can feel her wince under my fingers. I pull my hands away and still.

"Did that hurt? I apologize." I don't move until she answers. "It's just tender. Please, continue." I murr in response and place my hands back on her body.