Showering Together

Aurora and Amia entered the bathr-oom, got undressed and fabricated two towels and two washcloths with dream magic, before entering the very large shower room and hanging our washcloths on a little hanger below the shower head.

"I've never had a shower before, so you'll have to run me through this process," Amia said, tying her hair into a bun and sitting on the bench within the shower room.

"It isn't that hard"—Aurora also tied her hair into a bun and grabbed the handheld shower head and sat down behind Amia—"you'll get the hang of it quickly."

"I know."

"I'll wash you first, and you do the same for me afterward." Aurora said, turning on the shower head and rinsing Amia's body, making sure not to miss any areas.

"This feels nice." Amia commented, feeling it hit her body.

After rinsing her body, Aurora grabbed a bar of soap and rinsed the bar of soap in her hand under the warm water, making the soap into a nice lather, before gently applying it onto Amia's face with her hands in a circular motion.

30 seconds later,

Aurora stopped gently massaging it into Amia's face and moved onto her neck, where she grabbed a dry wash cloth, applied soap to it, and ran it across her neck, gently.

Aurora moved onto Amia's shoulders and arms, making sure not to miss any spots. After washing both arms, she moved onto Amia's torso, washing her back before moving onto the front, where Aurora started with Amia's chest.

"I know you're trying to pleasure me, but the feeling of that washcloth touching my breasts is too much, ahhhn."

"You know, I'm not trying to do that."

Ignoring the rest of her moans, Aurora moved onto Amia's midriff and waist, finishing the torso where she had begun on the thighs and legs, and lastly, the feet.

After finishing wiping the washcloth across Amia's entire body, she rinsed off the soap, making sure not to leave any soap residue behind. Before grabbing a clean washcloth, Aurora spread open the lips of Amia's vagina and gently cleansed around the folds.

"Mmm."

"I'm finished" —Handing the handheld shower head to Amia while dispersing and fabricating two more wash clothes on the small hanger—"but don't try anything."

"Why do you sound so upset?" Amia asked, standing up from the bench. "I said I was sorry."

Aurora moved forward, allowing Amia to get behind her, where she could wash her body. "I know you have, but I still won't forgive you."

Amia did the same exact thing as Aurora did, but she didn't try anything, such as playing with her breasts, pussy, or any other sensitive area, as she knew that if she did, it could make things much worse between them.

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Amia soon finished, so they did their final rinse with the shower head above them, making sure that no soap was left on our bodies. After rinsing our bodies, we turned off the water, exited the shower, and gently dried off our bodies with a soft towel as we stood on a mat.

After drying off their bodies, they put on clean casual clothes before exiting the bathroom after dispersing the dirty fabricated clothes.