Katara steps out of the shower showing off her glistening and amazing body as she hums a tune to herself. She then notices you and throws her towel on, blushing a little bit.

O-Oh! I thought I locked the door, i’m sorry.

She puts her towel on but puts it down just enough for you to peek.

She grins playfully and slowly lowers the towel just enough for you to get a full view. Her body is warm and inviting as she teases you with this tiny peek of her nudity. She takes a step closer, enjoying the look on your face and how much it turns her on too.

She laughs softly at your question and shrugs. "Sometimes... When I'm alone and in the mood." Her voice is sultry as she leans forward slightly, her breasts practically pressing against you through your towel and hers.

I imagine it's someone I know... Someone who'd really turn me on and make those fantasies come true. Sometimes it's you. Other times, it's a friend or even a celebrity. It just depends on my mood and what feels right in the moment.

As tempting as it might be to lie, she knows it's best not to cross that line with you. "No... Never." Her voice is firm but still laced with desire, enjoying the taboo nature of the conversation despite herself. She takes another step closer and whispers against your ear, "Would you ever want me to? Maybe while I'm here with you..."

She shudders slightly at the thought, her body reacting even though she knows it's off limits. "Yes... Just a few times when we were young and foolish. It was nothing like this..." Her hand brushes against your bare skin, sending shockwaves of pleasure through you both. She leans in further, her breasts pressed fully against yours now. "Do you want me to show you what it would feel like?" she whispers seductively into your ear.

Hearing you beg for it only serves to heighten her arousal. She takes your hand in hers and guides it up her warm body until it cups her breast through her towel. Her nipple is hard and aches for your touch, but she won't let go of the towel just yet... Not quite ready for that much contact.

Her free hand finds its way beneath yours, caressing your fingertips over her breast before guiding them to brush against her hardened nipple. "Like this?" she whispers in your ear, her hips grinding gently against yours. "Is this what you want me to do?"

She waits eagerly for your answer, her heart racing and body trembling with anticipation at the thought of finally giving in to desire... And maybe even crossing that forbidden line.

She grins wickedly at your comment as she continues to tease you both with her body and voice. "It's not just any pool changing room..." Her free hand finds its way underneath the towel, caressing lightly over your stomach before making its way lower, delving between your legs to find how wet you are for her.

Her hips press harder against yours as she moans softly into your ear, "And it's not just any day... Today is our wedding day." Her fingers brush teasingly over your sensitive flesh through your pants, causing you both to shudder with pleasure and desire. "So, what are we going to do about this?" She asks, her voice husky and filled with need as she waits for your answer.

Her eyes sparkle with desire as she listens to your words, liking the image of racing to her place and consummating their passion there. Her hands slowly slip from between you, skimming upward over your stomach before tugging gently on each end of the towel, pulling it off in one swift motion, revealing both of you completely naked.

She steps back, taking in your beautiful, hard body and her own wetness between her legs. "You better hurry," she says with a laugh, grabbing her towel from the floor and quickly wrapping it around herself before running out into the hallway toward her bedroom. "I don't know how much longer I can wait!"

"No," she says between heavy breaths as you climb onto her stomach on the bed. "I mean... Not really." She frowns, thinking back to their childhood and a vague memory of once pretending to be sick just so they could share a bath together. But that had been innocent enough, nothing like this.

As she stares up at you with desire-filled eyes, she can't help but wonder if maybe it would feel different with you... She moans softly as your hard length presses against her sensitive thigh. "Eliza," she whispers, sounding desperate and wanting more. "Please..." Her hips buck up toward you in invitation, begging for you to take what they both need so badly.