Bath

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Gwen DeMarco, attractive, hot blonde, bridge bunny, portrayer of Lt. Tawney Madison, and the wet dream of four hundred twenty million (so basically, the number is 420,000) adolescent boys, was trying to relax in her room. A lot had been on her mind as of recently; all she needed was someone to give her a bath. That was all Gwen needed: a bath. Not just any kind of bath, though. The kind of bath she always liked. She always loved it when the water was hot (not scalding hot water for clarification) and she used to put bubbles in the water also. DeMarco was now in her 40s and she still would put bubbles in the water whenever she bathed. Apparently, one of the Thermians knew how Gwen liked her bath too, because one of them wanted to give her a bath. Who was that Thermian, anyway? Let's see!

The computer was asleep for the night, so it was not open to commands. Gwen was the one who was put it to sleep after all. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. It was probably that said Thermian who was the one who was preparing a bath for her. Gwen walked to the door and opened it herself. Mathesar was standing in the doorway and he looked pretty excited.

"Lt. Madison, I sensed that you needed a bath tonight," Mathesar started by addressing Gwen by her character's name once again. That was what the Thermians did after all.

"Yes I did, Mathesar." Gwen had so much shit on her mind that she had interrupted what Mathesar was going to say next.

"That's exemplary, Lt. Madison. I need you in the bathroom of the Protector II, your bath is ready now." Mathesar announced to Gwen her bath was ready and to come with him.

"The Protector II has a bathroom?" DeMarco was initially confused about what Mathesar had told her about the bathroom inside the ship.

DeMarco followed Mathesar inside the bathroom of the Protector II, where the former's bath was nice and ready for her. The water was nice and warm (the way Gwen liked it) and there was bubbles in the water, too (also how Gwen liked it). Mathesar knew her so well.

"Exactly how I used to take my bath..." Gwen was surprised by how well Mathesar had prepared her bath for her.

"Lt. Madison, come here, I need to undress you before you go into the tub." Mathesar gestured for Gwen to come to him so he could undress her before giving her a bath.

And so, Gwen came to Mathesar, where he started undressing her. He kneeled in front of her and took her boots off before moving on to the zipper on her uniform. DeMarco started to squirm a bit as she felt Mathesar's hand on her uniform. Within a few minutes of opening it, Mathesar grabbed Gwen's uniform and had her step out of it, leaving her in her maroon bra and lacy red panties.

"Hey Mathesar, I just want you to know that I really appreciate what you did for my bubble bath," Gwen proceeded to explain to Mathesar how she appreciated what he did for her bath. It was like he knew what she wanted.

Mathesar grabbed the waistband of Gwen's panties and pulled them down before gently tapping her ankle, indicating for her to step out of them. So, Gwen stepped out of her panties and Mathesar threw them to the floor, leaving her both bottomless and in her bra. DeMarco pulled up Mathesar and kissed his forehead while he finished undressing her.

"Lt. Madison, undressing you has been such an honor. I've been wanting to see you in the flesh for a long time now." Mathesar proceeded to tell Gwen he wanted to see her in the buff for a long time, ever since he first met her. She had always been onto him and since he kissed her hand, she knew something was up.

"I really appreciate that, Mathesar." Gwen tried standing still as Mathesar unclasped and removed her bra before tossing it with her panties and uniform, exposing her large breasts.

"There you go, Lt. Madison, your clothes are off, you may get into the bath now," Mathesar bent down and grabbed Gwen's discarded clothes, then held them in his arms while speaking to her. "I'll be there to wash you in a few minutes, I have to take these to the laundry room to get washed."

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