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This story was written for Kemper as part of my Patreon request days for October. It contains F/Solo sex involving a consenting adult. :3

Soaking the Cares Away

The scent of orange and other citrus fruits filled the air as the bath ran, rich, lush bubbles rising up from the steaming water's surface as Cara slipped out of her dress and began to unfasten her bra-strap. Tossing her bra aside and slipping her panties down her legs, the mouse was soon naked. She sighed happily, stretching out with her hands over her heads and hips thrust forward, the plump figure of her body trembling slightly as she rose onto her tip-toes, every muscle straining in that oh so satisfying effort before relaxing once more.

Glancing around the bathroom as the water continued to run, Cara soon smiled and slipped away, still naked, out through the rest of the silent and unoccupied apartment. She padded into the kitchen, opening up the fridge and glancing at the bottle of white wine resting in the door. With a smirk however she moved her hand past it, into the fridge itself to pluck forth a can of soda. Plucking open a cabinet soon after she drew forth a bag of gummy candy with its already open packaging taped down, pouring herself a small bowlful and carrying both them and the soda back into the bathroom with her. The door closed behind her, and she squeaked in delight. Now she was ready to relax.

Soon she was gasping, murmuring happily as her body slipped into the hot, soapy water. At the end of a day like together, a day which made the mouse want to treat herself just for hanging on and getting through it in one piece, this was just what she needed. A chance to relax and unwind, filling her mind with pleasant thoughts and putting aside the frustrations of the past that she knew she couldn't change. For a few minutes, keeping an eye on the edge of the tub as she first did so to ensure she didn't make it overflow, Cara pushed as much of her body as she could beneath the water. She submerged her legs, her breasts, all but the grey furred mouse's head from the chin up, feeling the ends of her long dark hair growing sodden and heavy, pulling the as yet un-dampened strands down tighter against her scalp. With her eyes falling closed once she was certain she wasn't going to end up causing a flood, Cara rested. Not asleep, but not really awake either. Clearing her mind of as much as possible and just relaxing in its purest, most meditative form.

When finally her eyes did re-open, a few tears shining in their corners not so much due to any one of the individual frustrations that had landed her here but rather thanks to the sum of all their parts, she drew a deep breath. Indeed the mouse drew in a citrus scented lungful of air so deep that her chest began to emerge from the water, pushing up into the billowing clouds of soap-bubbles that rendered her body almost invisible beneath it. She held it for a few moments, blinking away the tears, then let it go once again. And with it, the last of those frustrations.

The mouse smiled. She reached out with a wet, sudsy arm, flicking the limb clean in the open air, and stretched over the edge of the tub to pluck a gummy worm from the bowl set down on a small, upturned bucket that she had used more than once as a makeshift shelf for her bathtime snacks. She wolfed it down with great delight, followed by another, then a third. Only then did she crack open the soda, taking several long, satisfying gulps. She belched shamelessly, giggling at the pleasant echo of the bathroom walls that seemed to improve all sound emanating from within them, even her attempts at singing.

She ate a few more gummies, took a few more swigs from her drink, then settled back down deeper into the water once more. Her eyes didn't close this time though, and indeed if anything the bashful smile that crossed her face was one of greater enthusiasm and energy, not one of fatigue or peaceful rest. Cara bent her knees, watching as they rose up through the bubbles but never quite broke through the sumptuous layer entirely. She guided them to the edges of the tub, parting her legs more and more until both limbs were resting flat against the opposite sides. Her hands fell between them, landing upon her plump, soaking wet furred thighs still beneath the water's surface, and she squeaked softly as she began to rub and massage those so often overlooked muscles. She sighed, murmured and cooed softly, gratefully at her own touch, working all over and around her thighs, feeling her muscles loosen and relax more and more as the contact continued. Even as the tension evaporated from one part of her body however, her cheeks flushed entirely separately from the heat of the bath, and Cara felt tension building elsewhere that she knew would have to be resolved.

The mouse let slip the most gentle, breathy murmur as she first touched herself. As first one hand, then the other slid a little too far over from her thighs and began to stimulate and rub somewhere... else. Somewhere more intimate. More personal. Somewhere more sensitive and oh so pleasant to touch. She spread her lips apart, shivering at the sensation of the warm bathwater more openly exposed against her nether regions, and squeaked softly as the fingers of the other hand ran through that open space from base to tip, grazing all that lay within in a lazy, meandering line that culminated with gentle pressure applied to the peak of her clitoris, just barely protruding out from beneath its hood.

That finger lingered there, at the apex, and Cara soon found herself moaning more regularly and freely in her masturbation. The other hand stopped simply holding herself open and began to investigate the deeper reaches of her loins, caressing at the clutching opening before gradually beginning to work a pair of fingers into it, then out again, then back in. Cara gasped, and a gentle splash rang out around the tub as the tip of her pink tail burst briefly upward from below the water's surface, sweeping uncontrollably around and stirring up currents below the surface as the mouse's pleasure began to build.

Her legs rose, one foot hooking itself around the outer edge of the tub, the other coming to rest upon the lip of the tub where it met with the tiled wall of the bathroom itself. Cara giggled and squeaked as her upper body slipped a little deeper beneath the water to account for the absence of her legs, wishing to keep her breasts submerged in the soothing warmth even as the water level dipped slightly overall. She moaned as she heard a gentle, familiar splashing sound beginning to ring out around the bathroom. The sounds of her hands in motion beneath the water, creating ripples and little waves that could no longer be ignored. Every so often her hips would rise slightly, bucking or thrusting up against the digits touching them so pleasantly, and on those occasions the splashing would become much louder, betraying the ever growing haste with which Cara was pleasuring herself beneath the bubbles.

She didn't hold herself back by any means, but neither did the mouse do everything in her power to hasten the arrival of her climax in the minimum possible amount of time. She let it rise at its own pace, she let her body dictate whether she applied more pressure, more force and speed, or less. The moaning, squeaking, wriggling and giggling mouse carried herself towards orgasm over five, ten, finally fifteen minutes as little by little the bubbles around her melted away and the water slowly began to cool.

By the time a greater expression of focus began to cross her face, simple light-hearted enjoyment giving way to a more intense, passionately driven set of features as Cara found herself increasingly driven by the pursuit of a now rather rapidly approaching orgasm, the mouse could see her breasts rising up and down beneath the water with every rapid breath she drew. She could see her hands working hard below the water's surface, and her hips pumping up against them, a tidal rhythm established in the motion of the water around her that had already resulted in more than a couple of small overspills at the far end of the tub when Cara managed to hit a sweet spot with her fingers either inside or out.

"Oh. Ohh..."

The splashing grew more regular, the little floods becoming not so little and not so infrequent as Cara rose towards climax faster and faster, less able to manage her pleasure and far less able to restraint the reactions of her body as she tried to do so. The mouse let slip a shrill cry as she struck at her g-spot with the two fingers now driving their way feverishly in and out of her almost as fast as the digits moving in a blur over her swollen clit. Her tail thrashed and a wave of water swamped the bathroom floor as it surged over the edge of the tub. Another shriek followed, and another, and another. God, she was so close now. She couldn't stop. Couldn't hold back no matter how much of a mess she found herself making of the floor beyond the tub.

"Yes!"

Cara wailed, pushing herself up on her heels and with her shoulders against the wall of the tub on which her head lay at rest, albeit thrashing from side to side as her muzzle cried out and her pink ears burned crimson.

"A-aahhh... aahhhh yes!"

She dragged her fingers free from herself as the assault upon her own g-spot grew too much to bear, and as her sodden, dripping body dragged itself almost entirely free from what water remained, back arched and hips raised high and trembling, a hot streak of liquid surged out of Cara in one final flood over the lip of the tub. She collapsed back into the water with a giddy shriek, and it was there she rode out her orgasm, writhing, shuddering, feverishly grinding the heel of her palm against her clit as the fingers of that same hand rubbed gently between her lips, not daring to venture into the clutching depths of her pussy itself any more than she already had.

By the time she fell still, one hand draped over her crotch and the other still holding her right breast, having spent the duration of her climax dancing between the two with frantic squeezes, the remaining water in the tub barely covered Cara's hips. She blushed, giggling and whimpering, overwhelmed by the intensity of her own body's reaction. She'd had fun in the tub before, indeed no bath was truly complete without a quickie. But this... this hadn't been a quickie.

"Holy shit... I needed that."

The mouse giggled to herself, uttering what was probably the understatement of the century. Slowly, carefully, she slipped her legs back down into the tub, and pulled herself into a sitting position in what remained of the water. She looked out beyond the tub's limits, blushing anew as she saw the puddles, the floods, her clothes lying in a sodden heap, her soda spilled, her remaining gummies practically enjoying a bath of their own. And yet... she sighed softly, happily, and lay back down again. She rested there in the shallow, lukewarm water, and closed her eyes in peaceful relaxation for just a little longer.

Yeah, she'd made a mess, and yeah she'd have to spend time and effort cleaning it up when she was finally done soaking the cares away. But... considering how good she felt right then, how relaxed and peaceful and carefree she felt already, it was well worth it.

By Jeeves

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