Chapter 1: Opening Image
The warm, soothing water of the bath washed over my body, a welcome sensation after the sterile, overly air-conditioned atmosphere of the SCP Foundation's site, where I'd spent the better part of my day. I closed my eyes and allowed bubbles to pop and sigh around my body as I slipped further into relaxation.
I've always hated it when people interrupt my bath time, which is a rare occurrence. The only people who'd dare would be Charlotte or Claire, my closest friends.
But as far as I knew, neither of them was on site today. I let out a satisfied sigh and reached for my glass of Rioja.
As I brought the glass to my lips, I heard the door creak open, and my heart sank. I opened my eyes to see a figure hesitantly stepping in, a look of shock and embarrassment on his face. It was John, a young intern who had only been with us for a few months. Instinctively, I covered myself with the bath sponge.
But as far as I knew, neither of them was on site today. I let out a satisfied sigh and reached for my glass of Rioja.
As I brought the glass to my lips, I heard the door creak open, and my heart sank. I opened my eyes to see a figure hesitantly stepping in, a look of shock and embarrassment on his face. It was John, a young intern who had only been with us for a few months. Instinctively, I covered myself with the bath sponge.
"What the fuck, John? Can't you see I'm taking a bath?" I snapped, trying to maintain my composure despite the sudden intrusion.
John's eyes widened as he took in the sight of me, and I couldn't help but feel a slight thrill at his reaction. I've always had a way of turning heads, even when I'm at my most vulnerable and exposed.
"I-I'm so sorry, Dr. Campa," he stammered, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
"For Christ's sake, John, don't make this any more awkward than it already is," I snapped, my irritation rising.
He quickly backed away from the bathtub, tripping over a towel on the floor, before righting himself and offering a weak apology. "Again, I'm really sorry, Dr. Campa. I didn't know anyone was in here, I just... I thought I needed to talk to you about something."
Now that the initial shock had worn off andrea turned around and presed her pussy against the glass letting a clear sight of her cervix while she talks like this is a normal.
"So, John, what did you want to talk about?" She asked, her voice steady and calm, as if she wasn't sitting there completely naked and exposed.
John swallowed hard, trying to focus on anything but the sight of her perfect, shaved pussy pressed against the glass. He cleared his throat, attempting to regain some semblance of professionalism. "It's about the new containment procedures for SCP-342. I wanted to get your input."
Andrea smirked, enjoying the effect she was having on him. She slowly began to rub herself against the glass, her clit throbbing with anticipation like nothing while talking like normal keeping a normal topic.
"Well, John, as you know, SCP-342 is a Class-D reality bender. We need to ensure that its containment is absolute, no matter how much it tries to manipulate its environment."
John nodded, trying his best to follow along, but his eyes kept flicking back to the sight of Andrea's pussy, now glistening with her arousal. "Right, yes. That's why I thought we could reinforce the containment chamber with more advanced materials, andrea pussy fluids now and internaly the intern wants to lick the glass.
"Andrea, I can't concentrate with you doing that," John said, his voice barely above a whisper, his eyes locked onto her cunt.
"Oh, John," she purred, "you should learn to multitask." She leaned back, allowing the water to lap at her breasts, her nipples hardening under the cool liquid. "Tell me more about these advanced materials." teh sight of andrea not shaved pussy wants to make him lick the glass sooo bad as he has a clear view of her cervix as his pussy is getting press against the glass of the showe His knuckles were white, and his breath came in ragged gasps. "Please, Andrea. Let me have a taste."
I looked up at him, my eyes locked onto his desperate gaze. I could see the hunger in his eyes, the need. And fuck, it turned me on. I spread my legs wider, giving him a clear view of my pussy, now swollen and aching with desire.
"Beg for it, John," I commanded, my voice low and husky. "Beg for the chance to taste my cunt."
He didn't hesitate. "Please, Andrea.