Once back at home, Karyn wasted no time in getting undressed. She had planned on going to hang out with Jon and spend much of the day investigating the power of the wishing stone (and wish for some bigger bras), but she wasn't going anywhere without first getting out of these nasty clothes and washing up. No matter how close their relationship, seeing him while feeling so gross and sweaty was out of the question.
Jon inwardly winced as Karyn peeled the sticky panties from his tender lips. He still felt downright disgusting, but being out in the open air again was already a tremendous improvement. Looking down at Karyn's bare feet, he saw the tiles of her bathroom floor. The world shook slightly as Karyn kicked the dirty thong off across the room, and then his perspective tilted as she leaned forward, preparing something.
The sudden sound of running bathwater gave Jon something to look forward to. A long hot soak was exactly what he needed. While waiting on the tub to fill, Karyn took the opportunity to use the toilet which dampened Jon's spirit somewhat; this was the part of being her sex that would definitely take the longest to get used to. But a couple minutes later, she was finally stepping into the bath, testing the water with her toes.
Karyn's bath was surrounded by candles and nearly overflowing with sweet-smelling pink bubbles. Some sort of bath bomb, Jon guessed. Being a practical fellow, he had never had much use for unnecessary luxuries like scented candles and bubble baths, but now that he was seeing the world from an entirely new perspective, it would be an opportunity for him to try to understand what the big deal was. Girls were expected to take better care of their bodies to stay fresh and beautiful, so maybe this was an important part of Karyn's routine, and by extension, Jon's as well.
The pink bubbles slowly ascended to meet Jon's face as Karyn gingerly seated herself in the bath. He felt a momentary, instinctual urge to hold his breath, and then he went under. The water was incredibly hot. Not quite scalding, but Jon's sensitivity as a pussy magnified every sensation he experienced, good or bad. The smells of the perfumed bubble bath were somehow less noticeable now, but so were Jon's own smells, which was a plus. Karyn slowly slid down into a reclining position with her knees up, tilting Jon forward so he could look up and see the underside of the bubbles on the water's surface. There wasn't much else to see, apart from her blond pubes wafting in the water like seaweed in the ocean.
Karyn lay still, simply soaking in the bath. It seemed, by Jon's standards, like an inordinately long time to spend just lying there, but he wasn't complaining. Once he adjusted to the water, this was easily the most comfortable he'd been since taking residence in Karyn's panties. The last day had been an endless parade of unpleasant aromas and sticky secretions, and now he could forget about all that, if only for a little while. It was nice to simply relax and enjoy being so intimately connected to Karyn without being constantly tormented by her various bodily functions.
A delicate hand settled over Jon's forehead and stroked the soft hair on his cheeks, breaking his reverie. He wondered whether she had a tendency to play with herself in the bath. Apart from a little self-fondle, Karyn didn't appear to be intent on going any farther -- that particular itch had been well-scratched the night before. Jon didn't care as long as he could continue to soak. Being pampered like this was something he could get used to.
Karyn was moving around, probably washing herself. Jon found himself wishing he had a mirror to watch. It was fun to imagine her bathing, caressing her body, lifting each enhanced breast to wash underneath, lowering a hand between her thighs to scrub beneath...
It tickled. Jon's daydream was interrupted by a loofah rubbing against his face. Karyn clearly wasn't rubbing her tender lady bits as hard as she could, which was fine as Jon had already been subjected to enough abuse since becoming part of her. Karyn's hand seemed to dwell down there for several minutes until, satisfied that her nether regions couldn't get any cleaner, it moved on to other places.
Once the washing was finally done, Jon expected that the bath would soon end, but Karyn had one more thing in store. A hand dropped beneath the bubbles, clutching a purple safety razor. Jon had never watched Karyn shave before, or any other woman. Now he had an excellent view as she put the razor to her ankle and began drawing it up her calf in long strokes. Womanhood seemed to be a time-consuming activity. Karyn spent more time on one leg than Jon ever did shaving his entire face, and he didn't know if she had already done her underarms as well. Nearing the end, Karyn shifted her weight to better reach every part of her luscious thighs. Then she settled back into her starting position, holding her legs apart.
Jon studied the razor as she held it up close. It was studded with tiny bits of stubble from her legs. She was stroking the hair around his face, softly tugging at it again, and he realized he had never seen her pussy shaven before. He wondered what it would feel like to be bald down there and whether Karyn had the nerve to try and find out. She certainly seemed to be thinking about it.
