WIP Wednesday – Portals to Risnar, Book 1

              She didn’t know when her head dipped down so that her chin rested on her chest. Jeannie wasn’t aware when her eyelids sank down, closing off the bright white surroundings. She didn’t know she dozed in a twilight consciousness, somewhere between wakefulness and sleep. All she was aware of was the gentle warm pulse of water raining down on her, of the strong and yet caring hands that worked to cleanse and relax her shoulders, arms, back,  and thighs ... of the palms gently brushing over her stomach, moving over her ribcage, cupping her breasts...

              Jeannie snapped to awareness, jerking away from Kren. He started, moving back half a step, his eyes going wide. He made a questioning sound.

              “Hey! Watch it, Mister Touchie-Feelie,” Jeannie said, covering her breasts with her hands and trying to ignore how they tingled from his touch. “Those are off-limits.”

              He stared at her, his expression confused and a little irritated. Kren threw his hands out wide, as if to say, What’s your problem?

              Jeannie wondered how he could not understand about touching a woman’s chest when the sanctity of her pussy hadn’t been in question. Hadn’t he ever had to deal with boobies before? Didn’t the women of Risnar nurse their children? Did the men of this planet go around grabbing ta-tas as whim dictated?

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