Elder Blood Witcher 278 Beach-Time-Rub

Reima reveals a wide grin as he hears Ciri give permission, he has her lay on her front as he rubs cream into his hands. Once thoroughly applied he starts applying it to the back of her neck, she s.h.i.+vers at his touch but he doesn't mind it, once finished with the neck he moves on to her arms and shoulders. While Reima isn't a perverse person this is definitely up there for his all time "Experiences", once he's done "ma.s.saging" her arms and shoulders, he moves on to her back and shoulder blades. He trails his finger across many of the whip-made scars and questions "Do they still hurt?"

Ciri "No, I can feel them occasionally but not enough to get in my way." she says while resting her head on her forearms. Having someone give her what essentially amounts to a full body ma.s.sage is quite an experience, while she had felt something similar in the past (Courtesy of her old girlfriend) this was less intense and more relaxing. The sounds of the waves. .h.i.tting the sh.o.r.eline only increase the contentment she feels, one thing she'd change however is the many men she can see taking glances at her... Even more so for the women looking at Reima.

Reima reaches her lower back and starts coating her sides in sunscreen as well, as he hands approach her b.u.t.t she warns him to "steer clear". He reluctantly skips over her gluteus and moves onto her thighs, her legs are thin but muscular and are very pleasant to touch... As an a.s.s man Reima can appreciate well toned proportions, and Ciri, Ciri doesn't lack in any department.

Once done her has her get up and sit on her b.u.t.t, he's about to start applying cream to her stomach when she stops him "I-I think I can do my front..." she says while trying to avoid his eyes.

Reima "Ok, but I'll need you to do my back afterwards." he reveals his trap card causing her to nod.

He starts applying cream to his front while looking around, strangely everywhere he looks he sees people glancing at them... No one would meet his gaze but from the corner of his vision he could see them talking either about him or Ciri. He can recognise why they're staring at them, this isn't a Los Angeles and so everyone else looks average, no incredibly buff body builders running across the sh.o.r.eline in England, that's for sure. He sighs and continues applying sunscreen, while he doesn't actually need it, how else is he going to get Ciri to give him a ma.s.sage?

Once done he lies on his front and badgers Ciri to do his back, she doesn't a leg to stand on should she refuse and so goes ahead, needless to say the feeling was... "Divine?" Having delicate hands run themselves across his body made it hard to stop Little-Big-Reima from standing up, alas, Ciri was done quicker than he was.

Ciri "Right, shall we go for a swim?" she asks with no small amount of excitement, this was, after all the first time she'd be swimming without a pursuit in ages.

Reima "Lets, I haven't swam is quite a while..." he says as he tries to think of the last time he'd actually swam, he's honestly surprised to remember the last time was when Geralt was giving him lessons in the nearby lake... That was surprising on many different levels, I mean, who knew Geralt could launch himself out of the water like a dolphin?

They stroll up to the water, disregarding the stares from the other beach goers and check the waters temperature before walking deeper. Once they can no longer feel the ground Reima starts doing a couple laps to get back into the motions, one thing he hadn't expected was his bodies reaction to swimming however. Even though he was completely restraining his Aura, any wayward water that found it's way into his gullet instantly disintegrated, this wouldn't be noticeable were it not for the leftover salt from the salt.w.a.ter causing an incredibly awful taste to invade his mouth. He eventually resolved himself to just hold his breath if he was swimming, his endurance and Witcher mutations allowed him to not breath for an hour or two anyway, so it didn't really matter.

Ciri was like a fish to water however, her thin build and powerful muscles allowed her impressive speed and mobility in the water. "Reima, race you over there!" she says as she points to an floating orange orb that indicates they shouldn't go any further out to sea.

Reima "Don't cry when I win." he says and immediately dives down before powerfully kicking his legs to reach the orange buoy, he doesn't use his full strength as 1. It'd be unfair, and 2. causing ma.s.sive disruptions in the water would likely draw attention.

With the duo both underwater and speeding through the water at an Olympic level, neither noticed each other as they banged their heads on one another. "Ouch!" exclaimed Ciri as she settled her self into the water, feeling slightly dizzy as if she'd just headb.u.t.ted a brick wall.

Reima himself was completely fine, he did feel bad though so he admitted defeat to her, "You win, you reached it first." he says gesturing to the Buoy next to them.

Ciri pouts, not believing him for a moment but taunts him regardless. "You're fast on land but a slow poke in water, who'd have thought?" she snarkily says to him.

Reima splashes her, "Yeah, yeah. Don't get a big head or you'll start floating." he says before getting a large amount of salt water launched into his face and mouth, courtesy of Ciri.

The two continue playing around in the water, splas.h.i.+ng each other in increasingly large amounts.