Chapter 4 #2
Even with me on his back, Kex traveled much faster than when I was traipsing behind him. He wasn’t even winded after traveling another hour or so when we finally reached a crystal-clear river flowing gently through the forest.
Excitement gripped me, and I wiggled until Kex set me down. A little stiff, I limped to the edge of the water and sank to my knees.
First, I tried to wash my hands, but when the goo stuck, I gave up and cupped water in my dirty palms. Before I could bring it to my lips, Kex stopped me and handed me his water bottle.
I shook my head and pointed at the river.
He shoved the bottle at me again. I took it and he mimed draining it.
I reluctantly drank the last few mouthfuls and he took it back, then filled it up from the river.
He reached into one of the pouches on his belt and pulled out what looked like small pine needles.
He held them up to me, as if they meant something, then stuffed them into the bottle.
He capped it, and shook it a few times, set it aside, and gestured for me to wait.
Maybe it was some way to purify it. I shrugged and turned back to the river, looking around for a suitable rock, something a little abrasive but not too scratchy.
Finding a nice wide stone, I fished it out of the river and scrubbed it against the back of my hand.
The goo was starting to rehydrate in the water, but with some rough scrubbing, I got a small patch of skin somewhat clean.
I lifted my hand out of the water to check it, and a spark of hope lifted in my chest. Maybe I wouldn’t be a human chia seed forever.
Excitedly, I scrubbed at more of my arm, but Kex stopped me.
He lifted my hand out of the water and peered closely at it.
His eyebrows pinched together as he ran the pad of a finger over the clean stretch of skin, then he said something in his deep, rumbly voice. He touched the clean part of my hand again, and then a gooey spot, expectantly.
“Yeah, I don’t normally look like this, big guy,” I said, and lifted the rock to my hand and showed him how I was scrubbing it off, and how part of the rock was now a little gooey.
He frowned and stood, walking away. I shrugged and went back to work.
The skin I cleaned was red and tender, and this wouldn’t be a quick or painless job, but now that being clean was in sight my skin felt like it was crawling, begging to be clean.
I’d just gotten my left hand clean and started on my right when Kex returned with some branches in his hand.
He reached down and helped me up, then he picked up his water bottle and led me up stream.
I sighed, not really wanting to go on another adventure, but followed.
The stream curved around some trees and grew louder the further we walked.
We rounded a bend and came out at the base of a waterfall.
It was lovely, streams of pale green water tumbling in thick curtains down from rocks at least fifty feet above.
The spray from the falls felt light and refreshing, but it quickly made the crusty layer on my face feel gooey once more.
Kex led me to the edge of the pool at the base of the waterfall and stepped into the water, pulling me toward him and gesturing to it.
I smiled but pulled my hand away and sat down to take off my shoes.
They were so gross I had to rip the laces free from the goo.
Untying them was nearly impossible. When I pulled the first one off, it took my sock with it, and I nearly gagged at the crusty goo between my toes.
I set the first shoe aside, then went to work on the second.
This one came off without the sock, which I had to peel off my foot.
I glanced at Kex, who was sitting cross-legged across from me.
He watched me with an odd expression, and I felt my cheeks heat.
He met my eyes and gave me a kind smile before returning to fiddle with the branches and sticks he’d collected.
I looked down at myself, then at the pool.
It looked deep, like I could take a real bath, and if there was any hope of me getting truly clean, I had to take off my clothes.
I wasn’t sure if I was brave enough to do so in front of Kex.
Sighing, I stood and stepped into the pool.
The water was cold, but not unbearably so.
I stepped carefully, but the pebbles were smooth and dropped off quickly.
I didn’t want to go too deep, and I crouched so I was covered to the neck.
With a careful glance at Kex to make sure he was focused on his sticks, I removed my shirt and tossed it onto the rocks at the edge of the pool.
The sickening slap made Kex look up, his eyes narrowing on me and darkening, but I just grinned sweetly and unsnapped my bra before throwing it to join my shirt. He couldn’t see into the water, right?
The falls made the surface of the pool rougher, so there was definitely no way he could really see me. I turned my back toward him just in case.
Taking off my pants and underwear was quite a bit harder, and I submerged a few times in the process, but eventually I got them off and retrieved my scraping stone.
My skin felt gross in the water, the thick layer of slime clinging to every inch of my flesh, and I focused on scrubbing, staying away from all the tender points on my side where the monster bird had gotten me. I’d have to deal with those later.
After a few minutes of focused scrubbing, where I nearly got the lowest part of my arm clean, movement in my periphery caught my attention, and I turned to see Kex striding toward me.
My mouth dropped open as he descended into the water, drops glistening from his bare chest, and I couldn’t break eye contact from his hard nipples.
He’d taken off his straps, but was he wearing his leaf covering?
My eyes dropped to the water, but I couldn’t see anything.
I looked up only to find him grinning down at me.
My cheeks burned, and I turned away, determined to focus on my scrubbing.
A long teal arm entered my view, holding something white about the size of my fist. I took it carefully.
It was hard but had a little give. Was this soap?
Warmth surrounded me as Kex’s chest pressed against my back and his arms came around me.
He gripped the hand holding the white blob and pressed it against my arm, still covered in goo, and scrubbed.
Then he brought his other arm around, holding the small branches he’d been fiddling with before, now tied together into a brush.
He brought it to my arm and scrubbed gently, and it sudsed up like soap.
After a few moments of scrubbing, he dunked my arm in the water, and the goo washed away.
I gasped and bounced in the water with excitement.
I turned to grin at him, but his eyes were still dark and intense.
He didn’t seem mad, was he maybe into this?
My stomach bubbled with a different kind of excitement, and he took the soap from me and gestured for me to turn.
I presented my back to him, and he handed me the stick brush, and carefully worked the soap through my hair.
His fingers were gentle, massaging it into my scalp, and then gently through the ends, and it felt so good I wanted to melt into him.
Once he had worked up a rich, creamy lather, he motioned for me to lean my head back to rinse.
I did, dunking under the water to wash it out.
When I surfaced, he ran his fingers carefully through my hair and soaped it again, just as careful to get every inch of my scalp.
Once my hair was properly clean, he pulled me up until I was standing, my breasts out of the water, but with my back still to him.
He carefully washed my back while I washed my front.
We passed the soap back and forth as we worked in silence.
The task was slow and sensual, and he carefully pulled me further up the bank so more and more of me was out of the water as he caressed and cleaned my shoulders, my back, under my arms, and every other inch that rose from the water.
When he got a little lower down my back, he hissed sharply and probed my side. I winced and looked back at him. Worry clouded his face as he nearly yanked me out of the water so he could see all of me, and examined with clinical focus each and every one of my puncture wounds.
Apparently, sexy bath time was over.
He’d noticed, as I had with cleaning a spot on my front, that when the punctures were cleaned of goo, they began bleeding freely.
I wasn’t sure if I should be thankful the goo plugged the wounds, or disgusted and worried about odd bacteria.
After a few minutes of checking me over, noting every bruise and scrape on my upper body as I tried my best to cover my large breasts, he gestured for me to wait, and left the pool and disappeared into the trees.
When the last glimpse of his glistening dark teal ass disappeared from sight, I quickly scrubbed the soap between my legs, trying to get my privates clean before he returned.
It was careful work, but work I really didn’t want to be a group project.
I was working hard on cleaning out my belly button when Kex returned with more leaves and vines, then bent down to make a rather large pile next to the pool.
As he straightened, my eyes were drawn to the long hanging member between his legs and my mouth went dry.
It was hard to tell from a distance if he was as big as he looked.
I mean, the man was large, and he seemed pretty proportional, but the long, deep teal beast hanging slightly erect looked bigger than any dildo I’d had my hands on. And were those ridges circling it?