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Sweat dripped from your forehead to your brow. The warm and humid air makes your clothes feel heavy, sticking uncomfortably to your sweaty skin. You curse under your breath.
This stupid heatwave.
You knew this heatwave would be going on for at least a week, you recall from listening to the news haphazardly while getting ready to work your mid shift at the cafe.
Aah. the mid shift. The shift where you encounter an influx of customers looking for a quick pick me up on their lunch break, kids looking to get a nice sweet treat after school, and setting up the cafe for the closing shift team. Terrific.
You sigh, finally arriving at your destination after a long eight hours of standing on your feet, waiting tables, collecting orders, smiling to each and every customer you greet. It wouldn’t be so bad if the weather was more normal, but in this heat? Anyone would be feeling a little crabby after a few hours.
Opening the front door to your apartment, you loudly groan as you throw your bag on to the couch and kick your shoes off your feet at the entrance mat. All you wanted to do was crack open a cold one, maybe even light a cigarette (or use your dab pen) and enjoy some alone time on the balcony this evening.
But first, you oh so desperately NEEDED to cool off in the shower. You headed to your bedroom to get some comfy clothes to change into after your shower.
Opening your drawer, you chose a pair of cotton grannies and a large and old oversized T-shirt. You opened the bottom drawer to look at your options for bottoms, but decided it was simply too hot to wear pants.( Eh, you live alone anyways so)
As soon as you turned your heel to make your way into the bathroom, you shrieked and dropped the bundle of clothes in your hand.
There at the balcony door stood none other than Pierrot. Hand at the handle of the door, the door itself slightly ajar, and his eyes looking frantically at yours.
“Pierrot! Dear lord, you can’t just come in unannounced like that!”
“My lady, please forgive me, I just couldn’t wait to see you. I left the circus grounds as soon as I could. Jester canceled our matinee shows this week due to the heat wave, so we only have our evening shows scheduled. If my lady allows it, I wish to spend some time with you before heading back to perform for the evening.”
Your time with Pierrot was brief and sudden, yet you welcomed his odd character into your life almost immediately. You still didn’t like it when he came to your home unannounced, but that type of behavior was typical of him.
Pierrot stood inside your bedroom, towering over you yet twiddled with his thumbs seeing you upset at the sudden intrusion.
Looking up at him, you sigh and pick up your clothes from the floor. “Alright, alright. We can hang out after I wash up. Today was hectic and I just want to scrub off the sweat in the shower”.
Pierrot looks in your direction, staring at the floor with a bashful look on his face, and a big red blush blooms across his cheeks.
You raise a brow.
“What’s up Pierrot? Is something wrong?”
“M-My lady, is it okay…if I may ask, perhaps…c-can I help you wash up in the shower? No silly business, I just want to be of service after a long and hectic day.:”
You stand quiet.
Your legs ached, your arms were sore, and your spirits were so under, they were basically six feet buried underground.
You hum for a moment.
The thought of someone scrubbing at your scalp and running a soapy net sponge across your body sounded…heavenly.
You looked at Pierrot and thought about it. He was gentle and kept true to his promises. So the odds of him not being true to his words were…low. You look up at him and clear your throat.
“...okay. But no silly business! Got that?”
Pierrot perked up with a cheshire grin as soon as he heard you grant him permission.
With a wave of your hand, you led him to your small bathroom nestled to the side of your bedroom.
Sliding open the glass door to your shower, you turn the knob to the right temperature, just a tad cool to ease your skin after a hot day.
You turn from the shower to Pierrot, a slight blush blooming across your cheeks.
“Pierrot, I need to get undressed now. Promise you won’t look too hard or judge?”
You couldn’t help but feel insecure. You didn’t have a model body. You had cellulite, a pudgy belly, scars, even though you shaved yesterday you knew you had stubble across your legs and armpits.
You were on the edge of shooing Pierrot out of the bathroom when he lifted your chin with his gentle hand.
When your eyes met his, you saw his loving gaze with hearts on his pupils (literally how does he do that?! But that will be a question for later)
“My lady. It is an honor to see you in all of your glory. You do not need to feel so insecure. I have fallen in love with every single part of you, imperfections do not hinder the devotion I have for you, my dear. Now please, strip. I want to help you after all”.
You gulped and nodded.
Slowly, you unbuttoned your jeans and let them drop to the floor, stepping out of them. You kicked off your socks too.
Next you slowly slid your shirt over your head, dropping it into the heap along with your jeans.
You started to reach your hands back to unclasp your bra, but Pierrot guided your hands back down and unclasped it for you.
You slid the bra down and dropped it onto the floor and instinctively looked down. What would he think of your body? You crossed your arms across your chest quickly, but you felt a tap at your shoulder.
“My dear, please do not feel embarrassed. We are almost done. You just need to remove your panties”.
Your hands found the waistband of your briefs, and you paused before finally rolling them down to your ankles, stepping out of them and exhaling the breath you were holding.
You removed the hair clip that held your hair up and laid it out on the counter.
When all was said and done, you finally stepped into the shower.
The cool water flowed from the crown of your head down to the tips of your toes. It felt refreshing.
You stood under the water for about a minute, eyes closed, and forgot about the tall man beside you.
Pierrot signed softly. He could not believe his eyes. His darling, naked as the day she was born, in her full nude glory, was the most beautiful thing his eyes would ever see.
His eyes trailed down from her breasts to her belly, down to her hip dips and dimpled backside, and he had never felt so much love and desire like this before. Was that a tattoo underneath your breast? A small tattoo of your favorite flower flowed underneath your sternum. Would you ever get his name tatted on you? He’d get your name tattooed across his chest if he could, though Jester surely would find the idea ridiculous. He’d float the idea by you in due time.
How she could feel undesirable and insecure was beyond him. He wanted nothing more than to stroke your skin, grab at your love handles and dimpled ass, and moan sweet praises in your ear. Things you ought to hear about your beautiful body. To him, you were breathtaking, a goddess in her own body. If you allowed it, he would gladly thrust into your cunt and make you look at yourself in the mirror while in the act, so you could see the utter beauty you were to him, how wild you made him. He would caress and leave marks all over your neck, breasts, and tummy, daring anybody who came close to you. You were taken. You belonged to him. What sounds would you make with all the pleasure he would give you? Would you scream his name as you came on his cock? God, if only he could bend you over the sink and pound you from the back-
“-Pierrot, I think I’m all ready for you to start.”
He looked up again, and saw you squinting at him from under the shower head. Right. He was here to help you bathe. Nothing more. “Pierrot, control yourself!” he scolded himself mentally before looking at you again. You handed him the bottle of shampoo first.
He took off his gloves and grabbed the shampoo bottle, pumping a couple spurts in his palm.
Then, he started massaging the citrus fragranced soap into your scalp.
You were anxious about Pierrot washing you with his sharp claws, but when you felt his touch, you were surprised at how soft his hands felt. Soft and smooth with a tingly touch due to his sharp nails. They tickled pleasantly across your skin as he deeply massaged his fingers. You exhaled loudly, making him stop.
“My dear, am I hurting you?”
“No, just amazed at how good you are. You could be a masseuse!”
You chuckled softly, and Pierrot couldn’t help but smile. Hearing his lady laugh always made his heart melt.
You had already started scrubbing your ears, neck, and face with your African net sponge all lathered in your floral scented body wash, when Pierrot motioned for your hand. He also pointed at the body wash and you grabbed it before handing it to him.
Pierrot lathered the soap in the sponge and started with your left arm, scrubbing gently across your forearm to your shoulder. You couldn’t help but laugh when he raised your arm to get to your armpit.
“Sorry if there’s stubble, I usually shave every few days”.
“My dear, something so trivial as body hair does not make a difference to me. You are still beautiful regardless”.
You thank him as he repeats the motion to your other arm. This felt…nice. The simple domesticity kind of pulled at your heart strings, and you suddenly understood why couples loved to bathe together often.
He then started scrubbing at your neck, and moved his way downwards to your chest. You were about to stop him once he got to your breasts, but he quickly yet gently wiped across them without any hesitation. You sighed. He was clearly not trying to cop a feel or linger around the area for too long. Phew.
He scrubbed down your belly and suddenly dropped to the floor to get to your feet. You raised a brow and looked down to see what he was doing, and he motioned for you to raise your leg so he could get to your soles. You lifted them and laughed again, you couldn’t help it, it tickled!
“How are you feeling my lady? Do you wish to talk about your day? I could lend an ear to hear of your troubles”.
“Well… today was nothing too out of the ordinary. I got the same type of crowd I usually get. Businessmen looking to get their coffee fix, kids and teens looking into getting a matcha or frappe, a few not so pleasant customers, you know… the usual. But with this heat, man- it feels like I’m working in the pits of hell!”
Pierrot hummed. “I see. The heat wave is predicted to last around a week. May I suggest wearing light clothing under your uniform? That may help you feel a bit more comfortable”.
You nodded. If only you could wear linen or cotton clothes. You had to wear the button up uniform shirt, but luckily you were able to wear jeans.
Suddenly Pierrot stopped. He had scrubbed all the way up your legs and whole back. Meaning your intimate areas were last. He held the sponge a few inches from your pelvis.
“M-my lady… do I have permission to clean you….ah… down here?”
You looked down and locked eyes with him. He looked so…innocent. Eager to hear you say yes. You thought about it for a moment. Pierrot was always kind and eager to be a positive part of your day. To be honest, he looked kind of…cute. You stared down at his sheepish smile, noticing the bright red blush sprinkled across his cheeks and nose. You gave him a closed eye smile as you placed your hand over his, and guided it towards your middle.
Gently, you lathered the soapy sponge on your pubic mound.
Pierrot lets out a small gasp at your suddenness. His lady allowed him to touch her most precious, private area? He saw stars as he stared at your intertwined hands gliding over your sensitive area.
Pierrot so desperately wanted to do more than cleanse you. Seeing you in this vulnerable state sent his blood boiling and made his pants tighten. As much as he wanted to drop the sponge and caress your cunt, he just couldn’t. He had to keep to his promise. He would be patient. He was a gentleman, not a creep (unlike that damn Harlequin).
You let go of his hand and finished washing your private areas yourself. A comfortable silence filled the space between you two, and the only sound was the shower and you rinsing off any leftover soap and conditioner.
You turned off the water and Pierrot was already holding a towel for you to dry off. You thanked him and dried yourself off before wrapping the towel around you.
“You brought your change of clothes in here, correct? If not, I can go fetch them from your room.” Pierrot said.
“No need, I laid them in that basket right next to the sink! It’s just a big plain T-shirt and some undies” you replied.
He nodded and fetched those for you as you squeezed the excess water out of your hair.
Grabbing the clothes, he looked down at your panties and frowned. Someone such as you should be wearing the finest of silks and laces. He made a mental note of your size, he would for sure be getting you some more beautiful undies, perhaps even a set, later. For now, these will do.
He squatted down in front of you holding the briefs open, and you stepped into them before he shimmied up the briefs up to your thighs before you took over and slid them up fully. He then took your shirt and helped you put that on too, with you putting your arms up and him sliding it down your torso.
“Alright, now that I’m all changed, let me brush my hair before we chill in my room”. You said while parting your damp hair and brushing some parts away from your face.
You felt a tug at your hair and looked in the mirror. There stood Pierrot, holding a lock of your hair and gently gliding your hairbrush down from the middle towards the top. He held the strand up to his face, as if analyzing your hair.
“Wow Pierrot, you didn’t need to do all that. I could brush my hair on my own. It’s no biggie, I mean, you already kinda bathed me…”.
Pierrot stopped and looked at you through the mirror. “My lady, if I may, I want to do this for you. If you could please just relax. I enjoy this”.
You looked back at him through the mirror surprised. “Oh. Okay! Whatever floats your boat!” you send a smile back at him before looking down and allowing him to detangle the rest of your hair.
When all was said and done you both ended up on your bed watching TV. You scrolled through all the channels hoping for something interesting would pop up, and you ended up landing on a reality TV show about bounty hunters and the complications of catching their felons. Trashy, but entertaining, one had to admit. You also had your dab pen in your hand, taking a few hits to really relax after such a long day. You melted further into the pillows, the hybrid strain of weed hitting your system and making your mind and body melt into a blissful, floaty buzz. You offered Pierrot a hit, but he declined, stating he had to be sober for his performance later this evening. (In reality he had never tried smoking, and he didn’t want to make a fool of himself in front of you).
You ended up snuggled against Pierrot’s side. He took the liberty to wrap an arm loosely around your shoulder, it was still a bit warm so he didn’t want to make you uncomfortably hot again.
He knew his time to go was coming up quickly, but he really didn’t want to leave. He could always lie and tell Jester that you were feeling unwell and asked for him to watch you while you were sick, or he could say he forgot he was supposed to perform tonight, but he knew that wouldn’t work since the whole troupe had a morning meeting regarding the matinee cancellations.
With one last glance at the clock near your bedside table, he sighed softly before unwrapping his arm and getting up from your bed.
“Time for you to head back?” you gazed up at him through your lashes, a tinge of redness laced your sleepy looking eyes.
“Yes my dear, as much as I wish to stay, I don’t want to get in trouble with Jester”. He kissed the back of your hand and walked to your balcony door and stopped before turning back to you.
“My dear, do you wish for me to do something else before I go? I can make you a quick meal. Or if you wish, I can return later after my show is done. Oh, would you like to come see the show again? I wouldn’t mind carrying you there.”
You looked at the TV and then at him. You were so comfortable here on your bed. Your legs were aching and your hips and forearms hurt too. Honestly, you were done with the day. Your body agreed that staying in bed was the best option.
“No thank you Pierrot, I don’t want to hold on to you any longer and have you running late. Besides, I’m thinking of ordering my favorite food tonight. I kinda think I should treat myself after a long shift at the cafe”.
“I see. Well then, I shall get going. Enjoy the rest of your evening, my dear.” With that, he slid the door closed and jumped off from the balcony. How he did that without any injury was beyond you, but you were too high to question or care about it.
You looked up at your ceiling and thought about your time with him today. Pierrot was sweet and a little eccentric, and you couldn’t believe that you allowed him to do something as intimate as bathe you.
God, is this what having no romantic partner does to you?! Jesus. You remember how his hands felt across your body, and blushed. Thank god he couldn’t see how wet you were getting, with the constant water droplets blending in with your arousal. You could still reach into your drawer and use your vibrator, but you were also too tired to play with your pussy tonight.
“Ugh- whatever, I just need to chill and eat some good food tonight”. You roll over to reach your phone and open the food delivery service app.
After placing the order, you lay back and stare at the ceiling. You had a closing shift tomorrow, so you could sleep in a little in the morning. Maybe you can stop by the circus to say hi? Or invite Pierrot to see a movie with you later this week? A new thriller had caught your eye, maybe he’d be into it. You stare at the TV with a smile on your face, happy for the relaxation Pierrot provided for you.
Meanwhile, Pierrot had the biggest grin on his face while entering his tent. He had seen his lady in her purest form, and the image and texture of your skin would linger on his mind for the rest of the evening. He’d have to deal with the tightness in his pants later tonight after the show, but for now he’d hold off.
He’d gladly offer to bathe you again and again, maybe even join you in the future. Who knows what the future had in mind~