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Chapter 7: Closing Time



Isha retreated to the cramped storage room and pondered worriedly about what to do now, moving back and forth through the room. Each step now made small waves through her upper thighs and ass as it swayed side to side, barely contained by the pink thong which was near irrelevant now having been wedged up her ass for some time now outside of making her feel more clothed. It still held some movement back from her bottom and covered most of her pussy, but not nearly enough for what she had. Ashai’s top had done its job thus far of keeping her twins contained, while showing plenty of areolae and cleavage of course.



Isha looked down again at the torn skirt and wondered how she could go the rest of the day with it in this condition.

“I shouldn’t just ditch it completely, I might be able to still make it work. I just don’t know how well though…,” she thought to herself. For a moment, she wished Ashai were still here to at least offer an idea or two, but after what she did to her top, Isha considered it best she was away. Cara would be even better, being able to go home and maybe get her a sharwal or skirt to cover her more properly. Even a jacket or a duplicate of the top she wore would be nice.



“Ok Isha, come on. You’re a Gerudo merchant who makes accessories and weapons. Making something useful from this crap is possible. You just need a bit of time to thi-”

“Helloo? Is anyone here?” Isha’s train of thought was interrupted by a customer. “Nooo, Damn it!” Isha thought to herself.

“Um, Y-yes I’m here.” Isha replied hastily. “I’ll be out in just a moment, I’m…taking note of the inventory. Who’s there?”

“Ah, Isha. I was wondering if you were here. It’s me, Ramella. I’m back in town for a bit to drop off some earnings and wanted to see how your store was doing. May I come in?”



“No! No no, just give me a minute or two and I’ll be out to see you!” Isha replied with nervousness as she had to hurry and make a move. Ramella was a traveling Gerudo merchant, she often did trade with Gorons and Hylians as they often appreciated gems and Gerudo accessories more. Ramella had a partnership with Isha and Cara, doing trade and giving tips on bargaining or pricing with each other.



Isha let out a breath as she picked up the cloth’s remains and began to tie it around her curves haphazardly, anything was better than nothing at this point. Her original use of the skirt would no longer work as the rips were too deep and left too much exposed. Even when something did seem ok, the skirt seemed to move down with a mind of its own leaving her near bottomless.

She suddenly had a risky idea enter her mind, a gamble for sure but it was the best she had. Adjusting her thong for the first time since this morning, Isha weaved enough of the skirt under and over it so she could tie it together like her top was. Four ties later and she had made a skirt that didn’t immediately fall down and covered her intimates. The Sides of her thighs were left open, but at least her front and ample behind were covered well enough.



At least, she felt they were. Her breasts still bunched up as they were made it difficult to see all of her bottom front, making her not notice that a few stray strands of her muff greeted anyone who looked down long enough. Isha always had a hard time viewing her entire ass properly without a mirror, and now was no different with her doctored skirt failing to cover the sides of her cheeks and barely revealing the bottom of them as well. One last rushed look at herself and Isha sighed with relief and nerves, proud she was able to make anything out of what she had. She wanted to feel out the areas it covered more properly but was running out of time and did not want to potentially mess with it further, so she finally stepped out to greet Ramella.



“Vasaaq Ramella, sorry for the wait. I hope your travels treated you well” she said casually with an awkward smile and blush on her face.

Ramella was taken aback by the lovely and well exposed Vai before her, especially having never seen Isha like this. She wasn’t sure if her breasts were about to jump scare her with how they looked in the front tied yellow scrap, and she had never seen so much thigh before apart from her own. Ramella almost stared longer but caught herself before she could get lost in her finer features.

“Sa- Sav’saaba Isha. I um, did not know you had such a diverse wardrobe. Did you pick this up recently?”



“Oh no no, I had several mishaps today with the laundry, then the winds, and then Ashai, came by and, oh it’s a very long story ahaha,” Isha replied while unintentionally laughing forward. The lean showing more of her overflowing cleavage and areola well. Ramella unknowingly started to lean forward a bit as well before catching herself and standing straight.



The two women engaged in casual conversation for a few minutes, both sitting down behind the counter. Isha tried to keep her cool knowing she probably looked ridiculous while Ramelle tried her best to not stare too long at her thighs or bosom.

“Ah right, before I go,” Ramella started while pulling out a gem from her pocket. “I found this opal fragment for cheap when in some wetlands. I was wondering if it was useful at all but I wanted to check with you first, being an expert and all,”



“Aw, why thank you!” Isha gratefully said at the compliment. “Sure thing, let me get one of my smithing tools,” Isha got up and started moving without any tact for her wear. Feeling delighted from her friend’s presence and the opal, her hips swayed vivaciously in the brief steps it took from her seat a drawer. Ramella could do anything but not take notice of her friend’s huge rump in the skirt’s remains. Her eyes widened as she subtly leaned forward to see waves made in her cheeks with each step as the cloth barely covered anything of significance. Isha then started humming and bent forwards to open a drawer to find the tool she was searching for, not knowing of the magnificent view she was showing.



Ramella was baffled at how big her ass looked when not contained by a real skirt or anything. Her tush lightly shaking to the left and right as she searched hypnotized Ramella immediately, it was practically begging to be grabbed or slapped. Eyes wandering and looking more carefully, Ramella noticed a pink slip highlighting the tear of Isha’s bottom, nearly mistaking it for something much more intimate. This sight only lasted about 10 seconds, but it would remain in Ramella’s mind for the next 10 weeks at least.



“Aha, there you are!” Isha finally exclaimed, breaking her spell on Ramella and bringing out a small chisel perfect for the job. Ramella made sure to sit back up straight before Isha turned around, feeling oddly disappointed that she had found it so soon. Isha remained standing while observing the small piece of opal still contained some rock as Ramella scooched closer.

“Hmm, ok this should still be usable for an accessory at least. Let me teach you a thing or two before you leave,” Isha started. Ramella knew she was in for a long session but she never really minded her friends talking so passionately.



“Ores or Gems like this, while small, still contain some elemental properties within them. I hope you don’t run into any trouble out there, but throwing or breaking something like this could be helpful as a distraction or some fire power,”

“Even something small like this? Some Zoras were playing with it dropped down a few times with nothing happening,”

“Oh it can still happen, this one in particular has a lot of earth around it so impacting and getting a reaction from it would not come naturally” Isha continued while picking away the earth effectively from the opal. She was getting into a groove with it as Ramella continued watching with interest.

”Hey you should take a jab or two at this, could help you make some extra rupees along your travels quickly,” Isha said while handing the chisel and fragment to Ramella.



“Oh, uh sure I can try I guess. Just have to clear out the earth from the gem right?” she assumed while picking up where Isha left off, her movements starting clumsily while getting a proper hold of the thing.

“Just be careful to not mistake a part of the opal for earth, or strike too deep. Something like that would cause it to react and exp-”



CA-CHINK



Isha’s warning was interrupted by the sudden crack from Ramella in the opal, which then exploded with water, dousing the two women in water. The two screamed in surprise from the boom leaving Ramella top’s half soaked and Isha wet from head ornament to the end of her heels. Being a smaller opal, the reaction was not large enough to hit anything more than the ceiling and some walls with light splashes of water, leaving all the products and wares intact.



“Oh my goodness, Isha I am so sorry about that,” Ramella said while clearing her hair out and top from the water. Gerudo clothing had some particular design flaws when introduced with water, usually soaking up much of it instead of repelling. Ramella’s top now formed nicely over her standard breasts as it stuck closely.



“You didn’t get too wet as well, did you?” she asked before looking at Isha in a state that nearly made her jaw fall to the floor. Isha’s hair, ornaments, and accessories had clearly been hit but took the impact well, looking somewhat slanted at worst. The real sight to behold began at her chest and the yellow top. Despite hating it, Ashai’s front tie remained intact surviving the blast, hardly exposing more than before, position wise that is. The weak yellow being soaked resulted in the top being 90% see-through, her deep purple nipples now poking as fervently as they ever could. It stuck to her like a second skin and was hard to notice it even existed in the first place. Water continued to drip to the end and off of her nipples while lightly hitting the floor.



Having been standing when the boom occurred, her white skirt was also hit in both the front and back, along with her underwear. The white skirt with green swirls was akin to a soaked napkin sitting on one’s lap for dinner. Not a spot had been missed across her figure, and not a thing would be left to anyone’s imagination of those who wondered and dreamed “What does Isha look like in only her underwear?” With the skirt being essentially invisible, her thighs were bare and nothing was left to properly cover her buns. The wet skin of her junk made them an even better spectacle than before, shimmering and dripping in the store’s dim lighting. The last line of defense, Isha’s Pink Thong, stood no chance against the water, but did the best out of the 3 articles she maintained for better and worse. The hot pink was cooled greatly to a lighter shade, but was not as simple to see through like the others. While her vagina could only be seen up close, the many dampened scarlet hairs surrounding and covering the area were instead beyond visible with virtually no covering now.



As Isha finally wiped some water out of her face, the cold sensation and realization of her situation came crashing down on her like a waterfall as she opened her eyes and looked downward. In her mind, a great scream occurred with her mouth opening for it, but her body was too stunned and cold to let one out. She sent one hand down to her sex and breasts, with the latter making an audible squish as one breasts slid out into the open against her wishes. She looked at Ramella with a stunned expression from her seeing her so bare, neither knowing what to say for a few moments.



“I, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean,” Ramella tried to comfort her friend but her words were lost at the situation and in the view of the beautifully wet Gerudo.

“I know, I know. I’ll be ok, but I think you should go now. I’m going to close up shop for today and you have somewhere to be, right?” Isha said understanding but with an annoyed implication.

“Yea, I do, yes.” Ramella said defeated. “I hope you have a good evening at least and a safe trip home,” Ramella said while heading out. Isha remained covering herself until those last words properly reached her mind. She stumbled near the store front wanting to call her back, but it was too late. She now had to find a way home with her wet remains.



Chapter 8: The Town’s Jewel



Isha turned off the outside lights for Starlight Memories to prevent anyone from coming in for business. While the store now seemed empty, Isha still remained inside contemplating her situation. She regretted turning Ramella away so quickly without at least thinking to ask for help like a spare set of clothes or even a towel! Needing ideas and privacy, she once again returned to the storage room. She figured her best bet at this point was to let the things dry as best they could while thinking of a plan. The Gerudo Vai slipped off her top as her globes settled naturally, in a erotic layer set by the water. She lowered her panties and skirt slightly before simply clicking her heels together and letting them fall naturally with a plop. The little trick brought a light smile to her face. She laid out the garments wherever she could find along with a ruby ore close by to try and help the process. Walking around the room as nude as she sleeps, Isha had to look back and just laugh at the situations she had been through today.



“Oh Hylia, what did I do to deserve this? I’ve been a good enough Vai to not have this happen to me right?” She said to the ceiling in disbelief. Thinking of what to do next, Isha came to a conclusion; she’d just have to risk it home. It was approaching the evening and most people would be taking a class or closing up shop as it got darker. On the other hand, some people enjoyed the night hours with it being cooler and more quiet. A run home in the clothes as they were would quickly devolve into her streaking with her cover slipping or falling off remarkably fast. She could easily envision her humps swinging beyond her control as the top maybe slid down to her abs, if at all. And her ass.



Oh Hylia, they would be as loud as BONGOS once the thong stopped holding them back, as if it did already. A sense of warmth enveloped her thinking of this more, but she knew it was the worst option. The fewer people that see her, the better, and that was best achieved from taking it slow and steady. Looking down at her chest, pussy, and then her ass (as best she could), she accepted the situation and made her peace.



“Phewww, I hope too many people don’t see me…at least they’ll be enjoying me and my natural charms,” she reasoned to herself while holding her perky, damp breasts. The thought of such gave her a slight warmth down below which made her blush and feel like a crazy person.



After about 35 minutes passed, Isha’s clothes had finished drying as best as they could. She could wait longer but the changes would be minimal, she summarized, so best to rip off this embarrassing band-aid. Checking the clothes, they all still felt heavy with water and dripped slowly. Disappointed but not surprised, she tried to wring them out and put them on as best she could.



“Goddess, I hate to admit this Ashai but your idea is best for this scenario. Hope you’re happy,” she said to herself as she performed a front tie on the damp scrap of a top. She then grabbed the skirt and thong combo’s soaked remains and slipped them on, feeling a tingling sensation as she got the thong as deep into her as before. Letting out a quiet purr, Isha walked around the storage room briefly to see if any good adjustments could be made and getting accustomed to the upcoming struggle. Everything felt as cold and heavy as before, her melons and moons bouncing rhythmically with each other as water bounced off or dripped from them. Leaving the storage room, she viewed herself from the mirror once again, fixing what she could of her outfit. She tried to reason with her top specifically, attempting and failing to raise it up and show less of her circles or hide her nips.



As Isha thought of a route to take home that would avoid most people, her stomach swirled with thunderwing butterflies with dread and excitement. A smile crept up on her face as her teeth bit down over her lips, but she quickly batted it away to stay focused. “Ok…Ok Isha, here I go!”



Isha peeked out of the store’s front door to the left and right, scouting which way seemed busier and fastest. It was now dark enough for it to be difficult to see normally without torches or street lamps to her benefit, and becoming darker by the minute. The left was more direct but contained a mother and daughter buying fruits from a vendor, meanwhile the right had an empty vendor that was more out of the way, the same one who saw Isha’s trip up earlier today. Past that were some avenues with little lighting, so it may end up being the best option she figured.



“Augh, of course you’d still be up this late. Well, guess you get a second serving of me then,” she admitted begrudgingly. She began her adventure home in a brisk walk similar to when she left home, only this time with cover 100 times worse. The clack of her heels against the stone felt far louder than ever before, along with the feeling of motion from her legs to her ample chest. Passing by the vendor, she stole a quick glance at her to see a surprised expression on her face. This made her use a hand to try and cover her face as she sped up, unknowingly giving her a better show as she increased the waves and droplets from her posterior. On top of this, it also lowered her bottom garments more to reveal a generous amount of ass crack and the top of her garden.



Continuing through the alley way already embarrassed, she poked her head around the corner of the homes to make sure no one was there. Seeing her chance, she progressed at a standard speed so her drums didn’t start to make any noise. About halfway through, a door behind her suddenly creaked open and a lamp light appeared! Startled, the Vai began to book it as she stepped out and closed their door, turning to see someone running with a big behind but not identifying anything more. She stopped at the next corner to calm herself and check her clothes. Her bottoms were fast approaching the rims of her ass and revealed most of her bush, she pulled them up quickly but was dismayed to see them slide down a fifth of the way upon doing so. “Damn it,” she whispered to herself, having to accept their gravity and them likely not lasting much longer. She was about to check and adjust her top as well before she started to see a light on the floor approaching her slowly. That person probably heard her curse and wanted to see what had happened!



Not wanting to explain herself, she returned to making her way home through the town streets. The next corner had a dead end and what seemed to be someone approaching her position with a lamp. She wanted to let them approach as there was another avenue in between them, but the light from behind turned into her direction. “Oh Hylia, why does this have to happen like this?” she mentally complained and cursed her luck. Not having the time to wait, she made her way down the avenue, dreading whoever she might see with the lamp.



“Sa’oten! Isha is that you?” a familiar voice called out a few feet in front of her. Isha recognized it as Pyra and was surprised, at least she had seen her already today.

“Hiii Pyra, listen, I can’t talk right now. Busy day at work and I’m itching for bed, you know? Ok bye have a good evening,” She blurted out trying to keep the conversation short. Pyra was still surprised at the view though and could not let it go so easily.

“Oh My, are you a streaker?! I had no idea someone would be daring enough to do so. Must be a good feeling huh?”

“W-what? No I am not! I just,”



“Ah I get it, that’s why your clothes this morning looked so daring. You’re trying to practice! I used to streak around my house a bit but wow, I never figured we’d have a town one. Gotta say, I’m glad it’s you of all people. I can never get enough of your lovely figure and certainly your great ass. Perda and I were jealous this morning.”

Isha had to stop for a second and look at her in disbelief from what she had just heard, feeling flustered among confusion and surprise.

“Well, I’ll let you keep on your little streak. I think I’ll nickname you “The Jewel of the Gerudo”! You’ll get up to ditching those clothes soon, as nice as they look on you. Sav’orr!” she said, looking her up and down with a smile and leaving a nice firm smack on her bongos as she passed her. Isha let out a small yelp from the feeling as Pyra walked past her letting out a small laugh. “What just happened??” she thought to herself before remembering her condition.



Moving forwards, Isha’s luck was on her side as few people were on the same streets as her. This good feeling led her to neglect her clothes once again however as her thong skirt was halfway down her figure and her top made her breasts sag greatly from the water. Her body continued to jiggle and bounce in a way that people would pay thousands to see in the coming moonlight. About one minute from her home, Isha stopped in an alley briefly, happy about her progress. She was almost home and almost having a decent time of this, until a sudden current of winds came through with a chilled air.



Isha barely had time to brace herself before the winds reached her and blew against her barely clothed body. Being as strong as the ones earlier today when she saw Ashai, the winds were able to blow her skirt up and out of her hand's controls. Fearing a repeat of earlier, Isha quickly pulled down hard on the dress to make sure it would stay in place. Unfortunately, she did this as soon as the sudden gust was leaving and was the cause of the garment’s damage this time. Thinking she did alright, her face quickly changed from confident to appalled seeing the tatters of her skirt now in her hands and at her feet. The thong remained in one piece, but was stretched beyond its design and loosely hung at her hips. The damp skirt stood no chance for such opposing forces and crumbled under the pressure. In denial, Isha bent down on all fours to retrieve what she could of the skirt. “No No Nooo, you just needed to last a little longer,” she cried out in despair.



Her senses returned slowly and too late as she heard a door creak open behind her and quickly whipped her head around as someone was stepping out.



“Hey is everything alright out her- OH MY HYLIA!” The Hylian Jules reacted as she caught the mythical sight of Isha down on all fours in front of her. She couldn’t believe everything she saw in those few seconds but what she did would be burned into her mind like lightning. Isha’s exceedingly damp and loose pink panties for once failed to cover her grown lips with the light breeze causing the hairs to wave in her direction. The peaks of her ass seemed like whole moons as they reflected moonlight off of them thanks to the fallen wet skirt. While she couldn’t see her breasts, Isha’s expression more than made up for it looking like a deer facing a fire. A red burn marked her face as her mouth was in an adorable O shape. Both frozen in fear held their positions for maybe 20 seconds before the sounds of a neighbor jumped Isha’s reaction time.



With speed akin to Riju’s Lighting, Isha began sprinting towards the next corner in her heels as her big ass clapped with every step of the way. Jules remained in her position seeing and hearing the moment with the pink panties acting useless and decorating the disappearing sight even more. Jules’s neighbor finally came outside and asked what the commotion was about, only to hear her say “There was a beautiful angel…,” before she collapsed.



Mortified about what just happened, Isha continued to run and run, not paying attention to where. It didn’t matter to her, not after how she had just completely flashed Jules in the way she did. Her mind was running more than she was thinking about their next encounter, it just made her want to faint! Isha continued her stride until she had to catch her breath near a small tile spring they had in town. Her heart was beating so fast, her body felt so warm, it was all so dangerous yet exciting. Isha felt her panties at her feet and pulled them up subconsciously, making sure to go as deep as possible within her but to no avail. They were completely spent and loose on her hips now, and far more wet than before which she also did not notice. Catching her breath and gathering herself again, she tried to make sense of where she was now.



She realized that she had overshot her home by about a 30 second walk. “Well, I’m at least closer than I was before,” she at least gave herself. Underwear somehow still clinging to her figure, Isha continued with a wet feeling between her heavenly thighs and a change to her bosom. That last sprint and the heaving she did loosened the top up greatly, now her nipples were exceptionally visible and on the verge of release again. Against her better judgement, she decided to leave it be and just take it slow to avoid another encounter. Isha continued to patrol carefully and keep her senses sharp for anyone coming by, this became particularly difficult as the sporadic clap of her ass cheeks distracted her often.



Finally having made it to the alley with her home, Isha breathed a sigh of relief glad to see her doormat, although it was a little crooked from the heavy winds throughout the day. With no one appearing in the alley, she made her way down the doors to her own. She was practically skipping with excitement letting everything she had swing, bounce, jiggle and shake in delight of how far she had come. She walked up in front of the doormat, opened the door, and stepped inside, immediately sliding against the wall side of the door as it closed next to her. With her legs open, she stretched up to the ceiling and sighed letting out a chuckle from the day she had.





“My oh my Isha, that garden of yours really is huge now. I appreciate the view,”



Her comfort being her downfall one final time tonight, Isha’s eyes widened in horror as she saw Ashai placing several teacups on a saucer on a wood table. “...I don’t own a wooden table,” Isha’s mind suddenly solved as one of many questions she had right now. She looked around more carefully and realized that this house wasn’t hers at all! Neither did she leave her own door unlocked this morning. Isha looked at Ashai one more time standing before her, taking in her beautiful body as she sipped some tea and did a light wave to her. She rocketed up not noticing that the end of her top was caught in the door, causing it to unravel and her headlights tumble out once more in natural bliss. Ashai could only smile at the view and embrace the moment, while Isha was stunned once again.



Not caring to engage with her again today, Isha spun around on her heels and tried to open the door. But it stayed shut, only causing a noise to rattle through the house as Ashai admired the waves and quivering of her absolute dump truck, adorned with the loose pink thong.

“Hey Ashai, is everything all right down there? What’s with all the noise?” A voice from upstairs yelled throughout the house making Isha stop in her position and look up in fear. She then spun around again to Ashai who wore a devious smile across her lips.



“Please Don’t,” Isha silently mouthed with a begging look in her eyes. Ashai strolled up to her and held a finger over her lips, holding the same expression.

“I’m all right girls, just thought I heard something scampering outside” she replied while looking Isha in her eyes. “I’ll be up with the tea in just a moment, still pouring some for everyone,”

“Oh alright, can’t wait to start your book club. Thanks again for organizing it,”



“And thank you for hosting us! I won’t be long,” Ashai finished as she removed her finger for Isha’s lips. “Stay right here, I’ll be right back, alone of course,” She said as she went to take the saucer of hot tea cups upstairs, looking down at her while moving up. Isha had mostly calmed down but was still in shock at everything happening. She remained in place as Ashai instructed, mainly not to cause any noise and raise suspicion from the book club upstairs. Ashai returned downstairs a moment later and got close to Isha so they could whisper and talk.



“I see you took my advice to heart and got rid of those clothes on you. Having fun?” she asked in a sultry tone.

“Of course not, this is awful! She replied in a hushed whisper.

“Mmhmm, you sure seemed happy to walk in and show me your flower wide open like that. Not to mention, I saw you kept my top tie from earlier. I knew you’d like it. I must say though, your style of panties is surprising to me. Or rather, the style you wear them,” Ashai hooked her index finger in the thong at the end of her sentence and tugged it high into Isha, getting a sensitive expression to appear on her face along with a blush.



“Again, shut up! You’re completely wrong about all this, now let me go already,”

“Oh don’t worry I plan to, just one quick condition to that,” Ashai said as she relinquished her finger from the poor undergarment.

“Sometime in the future, I need you to do a favor for me. Whatever I ask with simple compliance. Do we have a deal?” Isha looked at her skeptically and considered her options. What she could cook up could be worse than today, but maybe she’d be lenient?

“Hmm, you know, I’m sure my club would like to know why a nude Vai tried to break into her home, especially after flashing someone so obscenely!”



“Alright alright, fine. I accept your terms for the favor,” Isha said begrudgingly with a pout.

“Good dear, now why don’t you head home now and have a good rest, I’m sure you must be overcharged from the excitement,” Isha simply glared at Ashai while she finished speaking and opened the door properly. Stepping outside, Isha spotted her doormat and instinctively bent down to inspect. “Oh, Thank Hylia!” she said aloud, happy that her luck turned around for this as the key remained under the mat still.



“Thank Hylia indeed,” Ashai muttered as she let off a fast and sharp SMACK to Isha’s cake. It jiggled better than jello and the sound reverberated through the quiet night for all to hear. Isha jolted up at the sudden offense and glared daggers at Ashai, who had a light kiss to blow her way as she finally closed the door and twirled her forgotten scrap of a top. Hurrying to her REAL door with the doormat in tow, Isha placed it down and used her key to walk inside her home finally.



She let out an exasperated sigh while waddling to her bathroom to clean herself up. Reflecting on the day and all its moments, Isha was surprised to admit to herself that she didn’t hate every single second of it. While some parts she could look back on and laugh, she would never want to experience something like this again. But who knows how her luck will turn out for her in the future, or what Ashai might have planned.



For now though, Isha took a nice and hot shower and stayed in a towel for the night while eating some creamy mushroom soup leftovers. She made thorough plans to tackle her laundry early tomorrow morning, having washed two full outfits tonight to prevent this from happening again so soon. With a heavy yawn, Isha shed her towel and decorated herself in her most liked jewelry and nothing else before crawling into bed. Under the covers, her lovely body sunk into the bed as she had a well-deserved and restful sleep.



The End