Anirudh's lips curled into a subtle, contented smile as his eyes rested upon his aunt's silhouette, basking in the attentive ministrations of Eleanor.
Eleanor's touch was a symphony of softness, a gentle caress that belied her years, and as it glided over his skin, it evoked a sense of pure delight. The rhythmic dance of the water in the surf-style bathtub painted her nightgown with patterns of wetness, each droplet accentuating the contours of her figure. The fabric, now a second skin, clung to her form, revealing the secrets beneath with a teasing transparency.
As Eleanor's hands glided lower, Anirudh felt a surge of warmth, a primal response to the proximity and the tenderness of her touch. In a moment of impulsive generosity, he proposed, "Aunt, this bath is grand enough to share. Why not join me and let's wash away the day together?"
"Preposterous," Eleanor retorted, a mix of amusement and sternness in her voice. "Helping you is one thing, but sharing the bath is quite another."
"Yet, what's the difference? We've shared such moments in the past," Anirudh countered, his expression one of guileless charm.
"Childhood innocence has its limits," Eleanor began, but her words were cut short as Anirudh, with a playful flourish, pulled her into the bath. The element of surprise was on his side, and Eleanor, unprepared, found herself tumbling into the embrace of the water.
The splash echoed through the room as Eleanor emerged, her nightgown now a sheer veil, betraying the intimate details of her undergarments. "You scamp, have you no respect for your elders?" Eleanor's voice was laced with mock outrage, yet her anger was but a fleeting shadow.
"Respect, indeed," Anirudh replied, his tone light and unrepentant. "I merely sought to repay your kindness, to offer you the comfort of my assistance in return." With that, he captured Eleanor's hand, his gesture at once bold and tender.
"Come now, I'm well aware of what's on your mind..." Eleanor swiftly disentangled herself from Anirudh's grasp; this young man was becoming increasingly bold!
"Auntie..." As Eleanor was poised to rise from the bathtub, Anirudh spoke with a sudden, profound tenderness.
"Hm?" Eleanor was momentarily stunned.
"Your bosom is a vision of loveliness..."
"..." Eleanor felt a wave of breathlessness; what was this young man uttering?
"Might I have the honor to touch them?" Anirudh's gaze was transfixed on the peaks that were now fully revealed, rivaling Aurora's own exquisite mounds, a treasure of the highest order!
"..." Eleanor was on the verge of a full-blown rage...
"I'm in such distress..." As Eleanor was about to unleash her anger upon Anirudh for the first time, his imploring eyes were like a splash of cool water, dousing her fury in an instant.
Looking upon Anirudh's flushed face, his upright stature, and his eyes brimming with the mist of spring's desire, Eleanor released a gentle sigh...
"Anirudh, do you not have a sweetheart?"
"No..." Anirudh shook his head, perplexed by his aunt's unexpected inquiry.
"And have you... ever been close to a woman?" Eleanor wavered for a brief moment before pressing on.
"No..." Anirudh shook his head once more, resolutely. Although he had recently been in intimate proximity with Aurora, nearly crossing that line, such details were not meant to be shared with his aunt.
Upon hearing Anirudh's response, Eleanor let out another sigh. At nineteen, with his lineage, he would have been a seasoned suitor in the city's high society. Yet, he remained untouched by the fairer sex, no wonder his behavior was so erratic.
"Only here, and nowhere else, is that clear?" With the wisdom of a mature woman, she recognized the turbulent surges of youth in the late teens, and with a heart full of affection for him, she reasoned that a little touch would be no harm at all.
"Agreed..." Anirudh's heart leaped with joy. His suggestion, made almost in jest, had been met with her surprising consent...
Eleanor delicately lifted her right hand, allowing one side of her strap to slide down in a graceful motion...
Anirudh's throat constricted as he swallowed hard. It was as if his veins were teeming with a million ants, their relentless nibbling creating an itch that threatened his sanity. A tantalizing tickle below his belt suggested an imminent eruption, a strange and heady sensation that left him giddy with delight.
His hand extended slowly, betraying a slight tremor. Eleanor, sensing his tension and having cast aside her inhibitions, took the initiative to guide Anirudh's hand to her chest.
Once more? Anirudh's inner wolf howled with elation, basking in the euphoria of his good fortune!
As Anirudh's fingers brushed against Eleanor's sacred peak, her body convulsed with a sudden shiver, akin to an electric current racing through her veins, an entirely novel and uncharted feeling.
Time appeared to stand still at this juncture, and they remained in this tableau for several seconds, with Anirudh particularly captivated, feeling the tenderness of the sacred peak and gently massaging it a few times, the euphoric sensation nearly obliterating his sense of self.
Eleanor emitted a delicate sigh, striving to quell the mounting intoxication in her heart, observing Anirudh's rapturous visage, and softly inquired, "Is it pleasurable?"
"Mmm... yet there's a lingering discomfort..." Anirudh murmured, feeling as though he had been transported to a celestial realm, the tingling, enrapturing sensation causing him to lose all sense of self!
"Discomfort?" Eleanor was bewildered.
Pleasure intertwined with discomfort?
"Yes, Auntie, this part is uncomfortable, could you assist me?" Anirudh gestured towards his own colossal form, which had already breached the water's surface, his expression a picture of desperate entreaty, as the fiery passion ignited by Aurora but doused by the train conductor, erupted with full force!
Eleanor's visage instantly crumpled...