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The Sewers. A rather cliché place to wake up without any recollection of how you got there. And yet here Gloria was. Walking along a maintenance tunnel, stepping over the disturbingly thick puddles along the floor, and trying not to think of how filthy every surface around her is.
These surfaces included her clothes, of course. She had woken up on her back, and both her lovely silk shirt and khakis were stained, not to mention slightly damp. The temperature in the tunnels was also just cold enough to make her want to cross her arms, but that would just get sewer juices on her arms. So, she was compounded with uncomfortability. All she could do was keep walking, and hope someone had built a laundromat and shower into a nearby crevice.
...thinking about it now, she’d not seen nor heard anyone else in the tunnels. If she took off her shirt, at least, then the moisture cooling her back would be at least slightly better. She took a second to really analyze her surroundings; despite the darkness that permeated the caverns, she scanned every visible inch of the sewers to ensure nobody found her topless. Once she was thoroughly convinced she was alone in the tunnels, she reached for the hem and pulled it up. She got all the way to her chest before--
“So what’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?” Immediately, she slammed her shirt back down, and set to scan her surroundings, before realizing that voice came from above her. Though she had every right to be scared of it, she felt more occupied with ensuring her modesty was protected. So, with no fear of death, she looked up.
It was an interesting sight, to be sure. Looking down on her was a dark-skinned – wait, no – tanned feminine figure walking on the ceiling. And, while she may have defied gravity, her clothes did not. Her rather excessive jewelry and short, semitransparent skirt hung towards the ground, giving her a very odd appearance, if standing on the ceiling wasn’t odd enough.
“...I could... ask you the same?” Being forced to think about too many abnormal things at once could be dangerous to her mental health; at least, that’s what Gloria read somewhere. So, she chose the perfectly healthy coping mechanism of “Just roll with it.” Surely, this gravity-defying gyaru would lead her to something closer to normal.
“Well, I live around these parts, so it’s kinda rare to get human visitors.”
“You live in the sewers?”
“Well it sounds odd when you put it like that, but I do indeed.”
“You’re one to talk about ‘odd’, you’re walking on the ceiling”
“You were about to throw away a perfectly good shirt”
“...Alright, Touche.” Gloria paused a moment. “...You wouldn’t happen to have a shower where you live, would you?”
“Yeah, but just the one.” The blatant foreshadowing flew clean over Gloria’s head as she all-but-begged to use it.
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“Well, here we are” Proudly proclaimed the lovely, now-floorbound lady as she gestured to the very clean-looking front door built into the side of a sewer pipe. It even had a fancy knocker. She twisted the knob and stood back, allowing the hinged door to slide into the wall, revealing a rather plain-looking apartment behind. Strange, how even this slight bit of normalcy seemed abnormal when comparing the room to the owner. “The shower’s just through this door to the left, you can leave your clo--”
Gloria rather rudely cut off her gracious host by slamming the bathroom door in his face. Not that Lavender minded, he’d only just noticed himself pitching a tent through his thong. The fabric-covered member throbbed, and a single drop of pre forced it’s way through the tip. He didn’t realize how much of an effect Gloria’s tits had on him, but he’d never been this hard before. A thought crossed his mind, what if he hadn’t bothered stopping her? He could have stared at her uncovered breasts for hours without her noticing. Then, the water came on behind him, and another opportunity presented itself.
Hot water, soap, and towels were the last things Gloria thought she would miss, but now that she had them, she never wanted to be without them again. The solitude of the shower also let her contemplate the strange situation she’d found herself in. She imagined herself trying to explain all this to her coworkers. ‘I woke up in the sewers, found some tan lady who walks on walls, and she let me use her shower before leading me to the surface.’ It sounded like something that came out of a dream. In fact, she even pinched herself to try and wake up, to no avail.
“I put your--” Gloria jumped again at the sound of her voice, assuming much the same position as she did when they first met. “Oh, sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. I’m washing your clothes, there’s a clean set of pjs out here you can borrow.”
Gloria cleared her throat, “…Thank you, er…” It was here Gloria realized she’d never asked her name.
“Lavender” she said, as if she’d read her mind.
“Well, thank you Lavender, you’re very generous.” With that, she returned to washing herself.
“Actually, I was hoping you could help me with something, favor for a favour, y’know.” Somehow, the spelling difference was audible.
“...Can it wait until I get out of the shower?” There was an oddly uncomfortable chuckle from the other side of the shower curtain.
“No.” In one motion, Lavender whipped away the thin curtain separating them. Despite Gloria hastily covering herself, they both got very good looks at every inch of each-other's bodies. Lavender, who Gloria incorrectly assumed was a she, was just as naked as she was. The thick, throbbing shaft erected from his lower body demonstrated that very clearly. Somehow, it was just as tanned as the rest of his skin, which she’d only now noticed was incredibly smooth and hairless. She idly wondered how it would feel to the touch, and was the-- hang on, she’s thinking this about the guy who just barged in on her shower! She fixed her gaze upwards and looked into his eyes, which were more interested in traveling along her body.
Her body was incredible. The figure in front of Lavender was nothing short of divine. Her breasts alone had made him hard as diamonds while wrapped in fabric, but now they were only covered by a trail of glistening water droplets, and an arm that pressed them together. They were large, but just barely not large enough to cover her midriff, upon which he was very surprised to find developing abs. The skin was very smooth, but the definition was undeniably there. Further down were her hips, which were beyond ‘child-bearing’ and closer to ‘child-mass-producing’. In fact, despite how generous her thighs were, they were so far apart that she had a very noticeable thigh gap. And, placed delicately within, was a beautiful mound of well-kept pubic hair; a small detail that really completed the look of the scene in front of him.
After the very long second they spent staring at each-other, Gloria was paralyzed with indecision. She wasn’t exactly sure how far she was supposed to take the ‘Just roll with it’ approach, but this certainly seemed too far. “S-So, is this the favor? Peeping on me in the shower?”
“Well, Looking is nice, but…” He let his hand finish the sentence, wrapping it around his member and letting it pulse in his grip. Her back was quite literally against the wall, and it was very obvious what her deceptive host wanted to do. She was trapped, really. If he was hiding that thing in a skirt and thong, who knows what else he could be hiding? Though it bruised her ego, her only option was to submit and hope he makes it painless.
“...Alright, I-I’ll do it.”
“Ah, thank goodness, I’d hate to make you do anything you didn’t want to.” The irony hit her like a truck when she realized that his remark wasn’t a taunt. He was being 100% genuine and had no plans to force himself on her. The knot in her stomach vanished, and she considered taking the opportunity to back out. But between the graciousness of her host, and her belief that one good turn deserves another, she felt herself hesitating. And, to be honest, she was still curious if his skin felt as smooth as it looked.
So, with the mood much lighter, Gloria uncovered herself and moved over, giving him enough room to enter the shower with her. His eyes were very obviously fixed on her nipples as he stepped inside, and he wasted no time in getting physical with them. His hands reached under her chest and began slowly fondling her slowly, letting the vibrations he sent through her chest reverberate and fade out before jiggling them again. It was like watching a child play with a new toy.
And, also similar to a child, he seemingly gained a craving for milk. He latched onto one of Gloria’s nipples and began rolling his tongue around it as if it were soft candy. She responded by doing some molesting of her own, grabbing hold of Lavender’s dick and stroking it, letting the residual soap on her hands coat the shaft.
The sound of water rushing may have hid their soft gasps and moans, but it was clear between them that they were getting into it. Their hands began exploring more, Lavender letting his fingers trail along her abs, Gloria giving his soft ass a squeeze. Eventually, his mouth unlatched from her breast and he craned his neck upwards. The height difference was just barely enough to prevent him from easily reaching her lips, so in an awkward move, he settled for nuzzling her chin. Luckily, this seemed to be enough for her to get the hint, and they locked lips.
There wasn’t much foreplay here. Seconds after they started the kiss, Lavender’s tongue made it’s way to hers, letting them swirl and dance around each-other. Gloria was pleasantly surprised that Lavender’s taste lived up to his namesake, and a pleasant, flowery flavor filled her mouth.
They became more brazen as the make-out progressed, letting their wet bodies grow closer and slide against one-another. His cock eventually slipped out of her grip, and seemed to guide itself between her thighs, nestling in very comfortably against her lower lips. The kiss broke, and they looked into eachother’s eyes for a spell. There was an expectation present in Lavender’s eyes. He had to know she wanted it just as much as he did.
A subtle nod and a smile was all the consent he needed, and he wrenched his hips back. The well-lubricated tip of his cock pressed into the opening, and with a confident thrust, he let himself in. And then, he began moving, allowing Gloria only a second to breathe before the fucking really began. The smooth skin ground along her inner walls at a frantic pace, giving her further breathing difficulties.
In response to the merciless assault, Gloria could only clutch her lover closer, letting her breasts envelop his slender body. Her hands caught his ass in a deathgrip, treating them like stress balls owned by an overworked CEO. Pulling and stretching on the plush, stretchy flesh seemed to gain a positive reaction, and hearing his moans cut through the noise of the shower gave her an odd sense of satisfaction.
Lavender had never known such heaven. His entire body was coated in warm, soft sensations, from the warm water of the shower, to the beautiful tits surrounding him, to his dick being practically milked by the woman attached to them. She’d even started playing with his ass, which meant it was only a matter of time before she found…
“...What’s… this?” Gloria, in between gasps for air, managed to find two words to moan into Lavender’s ear. As if to indicate exactly what she meant, her finger prodded at his swollen backdoor, hidden deep within the canyon of his generous behind. Instantly, he froze. His dick twitched erratically deep within her, and he moaned the louder than he’d had done before. At first, she didn’t quite realize what she’d done – then she felt something flow into her.
A single touch of his pronounced asshole had set him off like a firehose, and he was now painting her insides white with his cum. The hot water showering her felt frosty compared to the burning liquid pumping into her. It filled every free inch of her pussy, and eventually began leaking out, despite the large, throbbing blockage.
Eventually the flow stopped, and he leaned into her chest as if they were fainting pillows. Gloria, however, was not satisfied. Judging by Lavender’s still-hard cock, neither was he, and the water on her back gave her very interesting idea. Through a slightly awkward maneuver, she positioned him directly into the stream of water, letting his squishy ass reflect most of the water. Then, she reached for his cheeks, and very suddenly spread them open.
Suddenly, it felt like the earlier situation had been reversed. Now, Lavender clung to her while uncontrollably thrusting his hips, squirming in a vain attempt to get away from the water. His second orgasm came much quicker than the first, and Gloria very much enjoyed the double-edged sensation of getting fucked and filled at the same time. Eventually, she settled into a comfortable position on the shower floor and let the desperate femboy tire himself out on her.
They’d both lost track of time, but eventually, Lavender ran out of energy, cum, or both. The water had gone cold, and Gloria was surprised she could feel Lavender softening through the multiple layers of cum coating her insides. Beneath them, a long, thick trail of assorted sex fluids ran with the water into the drain. Her back, chest, and every part of her below the waist was coated in a thin veneer of the lewd cocktail.
Slowly but surely she managed to lift him out of the shower before turning it off. Of course, he was completely deprived of energy after that animalistic display, not to mention ripe with the stench of sex. The irony of getting into a shower only to come out dirtier wasn’t lost on either of them, but there’s no cleaning to be done in a cold shower. So, with a more concerted effort, Gloria carried Lavender out to the sewer-apartment’s living room and laid him onto the couch, before joining him.
Surely the water would be warm again after a nap. And maybe another quick round with him on the couch..