Hamilton Smut [@smutilton]

Self Touches - G. Washington

Contains: sex

Pairing: George Washington x fem!reader

Word Count: 681
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The cold water shocked her body as she stepped into the cool water of the lake. She shivered and forced herself to walk further, refusing to go any longer without cleaning herself. The bushes rustled nearby and she rolled her eyes, it was inevitable. Every time she bathed in natural waters, soldiers gathered in the bushes to watch and frankly she didn't mind.

She knew she was one of the only women the got to see in their days at camp and it was rare that they saw her unless they were wounded or their uniform was in desperate need of stitching.

What she didn't know was that to the right, boyish soldiers were watching her but to the left, there stood the commander-in-chief, making no real effort to keep himself hidden from the moon's rays. He watched her in not a hungry, desperate way that the soldiers did. He watched her with respect and with knowledge of how the female body worked. He wasn't new to this and he was a grown man, experienced and smooth.

George watched as she waded waist deep, using her hands to wet her torso, watching as her nipples hardened with the brisk air.

Her body turned so she was facing George completely, meaning to give the soldiers a nice view but when she made eye contact with the smirking general in the trees, she bit her lip and closed her eyes.

Her hands were no longer moving, they were dancing across her skin and into her hair, pushing it back. She then slowly walked back to shore, swaying her hips in a womanly manner, bending down to retrieve her soap, flashing herself completely to George. A dark growl emerged from his throat, his eyes darkening and his want for her growing as she floated back into the water, this time turning over onto her back, swimming for a few moments, letting her hair soak before she washed it.

The water no longer felt cold as her body became hot with desire for the man in the trees.

She slowly washed herself with the soap, washing her hair in a seductive way that George never thought was possible. Her hair that was usually in a curly bun now clung to her body shaping to every beautiful crevice.
Forgetting about the young soldiers who were gawking in the bushes, the woman rocked her hips from side to side as she washed her arms above her head, putting on a show that would make any man's' pants tighten at one glance but George was ahead of the game.

He had pulled his cock out of his trousers when she had flashed him all her glory, his hand sliding up and down on his hard member.

The dancing woman in the lake trailed her hands downward to a place that was aching to be touched. The soap cleaned her and when she was done, she tossed the soap on the land gracefully and proceeded to put her hands wherever they wanted to be.
Her hand slipped below the water and into her slit as she rubbed herself back and forth, opening her eyes to meet the general's who was continuing to pleasure himself.

She watched as his large hand and fingers spread his precum over his cock, touching himself like a woman would. As he touched himself, she slipped two fingers in herself and moaned out loudly, matching the rhythm George had, imagining it was him shoving his cock into her tight hole, fucking her against the trees he was engulfed in.

No longer caring about being heard, the woman let out cries of pleasure as she reached closer and closer to her climax, never breaking eye contact with the commander.

The two went wide eyed and came with each other, carrying out their highs and letting out a last couple of groans of pleasure.

After the woman finished herself, the men in the bushes quickly ran off with bulges in their pants and the lady slowly exited the lake with a confident stride speaking five words after she gathered her things.

"I'll meet you in your tent."