Little bluebirds cheeped from the swaying branches outside the window, basking in the pouring sunshine as spindly shadows swept to and fro across Alicia’s room. She watched as the townspeople busied themselves about their business and listened to their shoes clacking against the cobbled paths. The sister mills, largest of Bruhl’s many windmills perched atop its rolling hills, spun lazily in the distance as they towered over houses and shops. Aloft in the air hung the thick, sweet bouquet of fresh bread from the floor below.
Even with the threat of war looming ever closer to Bruhl daily life was continuing serenely as it had for countless years. The daily routines of eating and sleeping, working and recuperating carried on regardless of the threat of invasion. It almost didn’t feel real, that the conflict was being waged in some far off land away from her and her loved ones. Her position with the town watch looking out for imperials was typically uneventful to the point that it felt nigh-futile. She knew, of course, that could change overnight and without warning.
It had been a busy few days with precious little time to herself. She’d been helping out in the bakery downstairs and taking up watches in the evenings before sinking into a restless sleep, haunted by the constant threat of invasion. Today, she was as free as the bluebirds still peeping outside. Her first order of business would be to get a bath and get dressed before heading out into town. Thankfully, the Bakery had been constructed recently enough that it had running water, both hot and cold. It would mean she could bypass heating a large amount of water and waiting a rather long time just to be able to take a bath. Not even half of houses had this yet; having not just water but hot water whenever you wanted it was a godsend.
Alicia retreated from her window and stepped into her little bathroom. She leaned down into the porcelain tub and fitted the plug before turning the hot tap. Immediately water began bubbling and splashing into the bath accompanied by thin whisps of steam a few seconds after. As it filled she returned to her window to peer out for a few minutes more. The windmill still turned, lethargic clouds still wafted across the watercolour blue sky, and the empire still approached.
Of all the people passing, there was one face that stood out to her. With a long lock of hair drooped across his cheek and the rest tied up into his militia cap she recognised him as Noce, a childhood friend and unrequited suitor. They were both members of the town watch and she’d been cognizant of his intentions for her for quite some time, though she’d never really had the time nor inclination to give him a shot and nor had he expressly made his feelings known but she knew from the way he acted around her and the things he said. She respected him, even admired his songs and poems, but she’d never have time to spend with him between the town watch and the bakery even if something were to happen between them.
Still, he was a strapping young lad with his heart in the right place and he’d offered his life in the defence of Bruhl and its people - they at least had common ground there. As he walked by he shot a glance up to her window, looking up right into her eyes. At sight of her he shrank and couldn’t hide a shy smirk, throwing a little wave up her way as he continued on his path. Alicia smiled back and waved to him, watching him walk back out of view.
He hadn’t left her mind, however. With all this extra time today her mind wandered, thinking about where she’d like to go on a date if she’d ever get chance. To just see somebody once or twice a week wouldn’t be fair on either of them, she reasoned. She could do whatever she wanted to in a fantastic world of her own creation, though.
Alicia made her way back to check on the bath and being satisfied with the water level she turned off the tap. She still ran through situations in her mind – what if she did have a boyfriend, someone she could spend all day with today. Somebody strong and caring, muscular and yet soft hearted. She continued to ponder as she removed her clothes, starting with her thin pyjama top before shuffling her way out of the matching pants. It wasn’t until she removed her lace bra that she noticed something was different, her nipples had become erect as her mind found a more interesting avenue to express itself by.
With a glance over her shoulder to her door to check it was closed, she gently slid her fingers across her torso and felt the shape of her body beneath her digits. Lithe, with sweeping curves that any man would die for. She got lucky with her lot in the gene pool and when combined with her personality she was an absolute treasure. Her hands found their way up to her breasts and brushed close to her nipples, close enough for her to hear her them crying out for attention.
She removed her panties and discarded them across the room as she started to feel a growing, pulsing warmth between her legs. There was a distinct slippery wetness and she knew exactly what it meant. With one leg she stepped into the bath and checked how hot it was – not too hot that it was burning her, but not lukewarm either. Perfect.
Submerged, her ample breasts floated to the surface of the water and her hands once again explored her body. The feeling of the warm water against her sensitive pussy made her shudder with a tickling bolt of electricity up her spine. Kicking her legs up on either side of the edge she moved her index along the inside of her soft, toned thighs before moving it further up to the mound of her lips before pushing past the outer barrier to feel the slick juices coming out of her. It was different than the bath water, thicker, smoother. Slowly she moved her hand up and down along the length of her slit and savoured the sensations, rubbing repeatedly until her hips began to thrust automatically against her hand.
She pictured guys from the town, imagined each one of them above her and toying with her pussy, as if it were their hands rubbing against her. With her other hand she pinched and pulled a nipple, twisting and tugging. The sensation made her gasp out and writhe in the water, splashing against the sides of the tub.
She needed more. She could feel her clit stiffen, engorged and in need of attention. She would heed its call, circling around her bloated button quickly with the tip of her index which sent wave after wave of growing pleasure through her. She could feel the heat and tension building in her body more and more and wriggled at her own touch. She couldn’t help but arch her back, her stomach and tits rising out of the water as she instinctively lifted up.
She was enjoying herself too much; she wanted to make this last. Breaking the rhythm she’d built up, she dipped her fingers back down a little to the entrance of her body, ringing her finger around the tight hole that led inside. That led to an intense feeling of needing to be filled – deep. Two slender fingers plunged inside her vagina and made scooping motions to hit all the right spots. It wouldn’t push her over the edge but the feeling was intense, pleasurable, but somewhat unfulfilling. Opening an eye she scanned the room quickly for something bigger and grabbed the first thing within arm’s length she could find. A shampoo bottle – that would do.
She pushed it beneath the water. The air inside led to a little resistance but it wasn’t too much since it was still relatively full. Taking the bottom end she lined it up to her pussy and pushed it in slowly, taking in the length and girth. As it entered her fully her toes curled and she huffed out a whimper. With one hand she moved it in and out of her desperate cunt and began to rub circles into her clit again with the other.
This was what she needed – everything fell away. There was no world now outside of this bath, outside of her. She couldn’t focus on anything except what her body wanted and she was eager to provide it. Rubbing faster and faster made her walls clench around the bottle repeatedly as she got closer to cumming. She felt that it was close, and span her finger around as quickly as she could while ramming the bottle as deep as she could muster.
With a great clasp her vagina hugged the bottle hard, her legs quaked and her head pushed back hard against the warm porcelain. A shudder and squeak followed along with a tingling warmth throughout her body that seemed to bounce around inside her, echoing off the inside of her skin and raising the tiny hairs on her arms. Finally she pulled the bottle out and set it aside before releasing a long breath that contained her frustrations, leaving her feeling light and relaxed. Today was going to be a good day.