Puppy, Part Three

There was nothing like watching Rufus getting ready for bath time to get Sam in a good mood. The way he excitedly bounced up and down, sticking his tongue under the spout, recoiling in surprise at the hot  water, only to forget a moment later and try again. It was so silly, she couldn't  help but giggle  a bit as he got ready to get clean.

When the tub was finally full, it was Sam's duty to turn off the water and help Rufus wash. His fine motor skills weren't the grandest, and he didn't really understand the concept of soap, so it was always a very hands-on activity for her. Still, there was at least one part of the process she... Didn't enjoy.

There was something unsettling about disrobing in front of Rufus, and every week when bath time came around, she put it off as long as she could. He didn't leer or anything, and  there was nothing perverse about his gaze. It was one more of curiosity than lust, but... He never looked away. To him, there was nothing 'dirty' about her nudity, nothing profane or obscene. He didn't understand, couldn't understand, the implications of a woman undressing for him. He was so innocent... And yet, that made it feel even dirtier.

Sighing, she slipped out of her blouse and sweatpants, revealing a matching pair of plain undergarments, a slightly off-peach colored bra, 32C and just a bit tight on her, and very plain panties. Not frilly, not patterned. As she began to undo the  straps of her bra, she became acutely aware of the focus of Rufus' gaze. He was  staring at her chest... Panting... But he was always panting. She had to remind herself that he was only looking where the motion was, not ogling her. Once the bra fell from her shoulders to the floor, after all, his gaze followed it, not her breasts.

Next, the panties. She knew the quicker she got them off, the quicker Rufus would look away, and her shame would subside at least a little bit. And so, with no ceremony at all, she practically yanked them down around her ankles, ignoring the slight discomfort of their stretching due to force. Her short, sculpted blonde pubes briefly caught Rufus' eye, but he quickly decided that watching the panties was more interesting. And just like that, Sam was nude, climbing into the bath with a boy nearly ten years her junior.

She took position behind Rufus, her thighs spreading to press against his bottom, and she set to work cleaning him. Lathering her hands up with soap, she begain to rub him down, making sure to clear away the grime that had accumulated. For a boy who played out in the mud all day, he was surprisingly easy to clean, and he offered rather little resistance, other than whining slightly when Sam accidentally pressed a bit too hard into him. It was cute, to her, how obedient and patient he was. In fact...

A sick urge gnawed at the pit of Sam's stomach. She didn't know what possessed her, but... There it was. She found herself scrubbing down around his thighs, as she often did, and lathering up his legs and lower abdomen,as she often did, and reaching her hand out, wrapping it gently around his soft cock, to get it clean too, as she... Often...

Sam stopped, her blood running cold. Rufus was whining gently in confusion, and when she looked down, a wave of disgust and shame washed over her. Without thinking, she had begun giving her puppy, her poor little thing that trusted her completely, a handjob. He had grown semi-erect in her grip, and his whole body was trembling. Oh god, she thought to herself, what had she done?

Bath time ended abruptly, leaving poor Rufus confused and wet, sitting in the tub without even getting his usual shampoo. Sam didn't even bother to grab her clothes as she ran out of the bathroom and down the hall to her own bedroom. Rufus called after her, barking in distress, but Sam couldn't hear. Locking her door, she practically collapsed in her bed, heart pounding louder than a gong, eyes welling up with tears of self-loathing. What had she done?