A Giant's Heart: Chapter 22

Eventually, feeling more than a little creepy spying on her like this, I shuffle and clear my throat.

For a second I thought she’d missed it, but she hadn’t.  The only acknowledgment she gives me is a sly little peek out of the corner of her eye, just enough to let me know she had heard me.  Continuing to sing her lovely melody she turns away from me and stretches out to her full height, arms reaching high over her head and buxom body swaying as fluidly as her brace would allow.  Her arms come down again, her hands running over her wet hair then rubbing down along her thick hourglass figure.  She doesn’t stop there.  Continuing down along her muscular legs she bends right down to slip her hands into the water.  She was waving her bare wet ass right at me!

Staying bent over at the waist she plants her hands into the pebbles of the stream bed and spreads her legs a couple of feet apart.  The dark curly hair of her pussy parts just enough for a little pink peek of her honeypot and her balls and cock dangle free between her legs.  Waggling her ass left and right she proudly displays everything down there.  Scooping up another double handful of water she slowly stands again, arching her back to emphasize her wonderfully shaped backside, then lets the water pour down over her again.  Her hands slide back down, her front this time, to rub her face then over her neck and down to her breasts.  I could not see that side of her but by the angle of her arms I knew she was squeezing and kneading them in the guise of washing up.

She was doing all of this for me and not even trying to hide it.  Every movement beckoning me in for a closer look.  Or even a touch.  She was trying to lure me in with her feminine wiles as surely as a glittering pile of Coin Scarabs tempting a greedy adventurer to plunge their hands into the ravenous swarm.  For a married man like me, with the way I was feeling right now, the swarm probably would have been the less dangerous of the two.

I drop the gourds at my feet and their hollow shells ring out like drums.  “Osa, what do think you are doing?”

Still she pretends not to hear, though she’d have to have been struck deaf not to hear the clattering of the canteens and my clear voice.  She continues washing and swaying seductively and singing softly, the burble of the stream and the patter of the rain accentuating the simple rhythm of her tune as the pine trees seemed to move in time with her.

She was so shameless about her nudity.  So comfortable in her body.  So free and brazen out here in the wild.  She made it seem so…natural, and on thinking about what could be more natural?

“Are you just going to ignore me then?”

Still nothing.

“If you think this is doing anything, you’re wrong.”

Still she sways.

“I guess I’ll just leave you be then.”

Still she sings in a soft pleasant voice.  In my experience women of every race had a sixth sense of knowing when they had a man hooked, Osa was no different.  And hooked I was.  Like I had already experienced with her previously, my mind was telling me to flee yet there I stood rooted to the ground like one of the trees around me.  I KNEW I was thinking with my dick and that knowledge got me exactly nowhere.  A dragon would be easier to slay than the appetites this giantess was bringing out in me.

“Fuck.”  I mutter under my breath.

Unbuckling my swordbelt I let it tumble to the ground.  I get another flash of her amber eyes and catch a cheeky grin before she looks away again.  My magical cloak comes off next, then my jacket, then my shirt.  The cold rain felt good on my flesh.  My boots come off followed by my breeches, socks and undergarment.  The breeze against my naked skin invigorated my body and soul.

Moving carefully through the bushes I drop down the bank to the level of the stream and step out onto the pebbly edge of the flowing water.  Having moved down to her level Osa now towered over me.  At my full height I was now staring straight at her ass.  My bare feet splash as I step into the fresh frigid water and at last Osa acknowledges me.

“Come.”  She waves me forward.

“It looked so refreshing I had to try it myself.”  I lie, as if we both didn’t know what was about to happen.

She smiles kindly and picks up humming her tune.  Stepping forward into the knee deep water I move up to beside her.  She reaches out for support and I provide it, allowing her to rest her great hand on my shoulder I hold her wrist with my near hand.  With her free hand she scoops up more water.  I brace myself as she brings it my way.

“Hahh!”  I gasp as the cold water splashes over my chest.  She holds her hand against me until the warmth of her palm can be felt, her eyes gazing down at me intensely.  “Osa.”

She shakes her head.  She didn’t want me to talk.  Taking another big scoop of water she lets it run down over my head then runs her thick fingers through my wet hair.  Again she holds her hand against me until the warmth of our flesh connected through the chill of the water.  Her other hand no longer just rested on my shoulder.  It was still supporting her but now her fingers rubbed and massaged.  Another handful of water poured down my back followed by a stroking hand that pet from my head right down to my butt.  She was bathing me.  Not as one would a babe, despite our vast size difference, but as a treasured lover.  Feeling me as much as cleaning me.

The cold wasn’t bothering me anymore, all it did was accentuate her warm touch.

The next scoop comes up my flank and into my armpit.  The next down my arm.  Her encompassing grasp massages my muscular upper arm.  Flexing my bicep I hear her take in a hissing breath through her nose and I notice her penis twitch as it swelled just a little.  The humming stops.  With the unfiltered Osa I did not have to guess if she found me desirable.  It was as plain as the sky above.

Beyond the sounds of stream and rain it is silent.  Silent, still, peaceful.  Both around and within.  A palpable energy fills the air between us.

To my surprise she shows restraint.  After letting her eyes linger on my brawny physique for a time she brings more water up to the back of my leg, rubbing up to grab my ass.  I tear my own gaze away from the powerful eyes of hers to take in her flesh as well.  Bent over as she was her large breasts hung heavy from her chest.  Her skin, now completely clean, a rich smooth caramel brown.  Sensing my eyes on her she arches, her hands grip tighter, and she lets out a warm breath that washes over me.  Once more she holds herself back with visible effort and with a shuddering breath composes herself.  Back into the water her free hand goes, then back up to clean my face.  I close my eyes and let the water cascade over me.  I press my cheek, nuzzling deep into the mighty hand that could crush my skull yet touched me now with such tenderness.

Slowly she caresses all the way down my body to the water’s surface.  Both of us were aroused as our cocks quite clearly displayed, to say nothing of the fires the burned in our eyes.  Again Osa contains her lust.  Bringing more water to my body to feel and stroke and clean.  This long rub ends at my hand.  She grips it and gives it a subtle but definite tug in her direction as her desirous gaze urged me to act.

At last I realize that she was waiting for me to make the first move.

Chapter 23