You leaned close to him to whisper the answer. Your warm, scentless breath touched his cheek, and it touched his heart in a way that he hadn't imagined. As the sensations melted together, he found that the way it felt was new and inspiring. It was sweet and endearing. It was love. He inhaled deeply and held onto your breath in his brain. Your fingers were softly resting on his bare chest and there was a certain fluttering in his stomach that he would never have admitted to, especially not to the Troupe.

You were wearing a simple shirt, with nothing else beneath it. He pressed against you so tightly that he could feel your ribs. He wondered what holding your whole naked body in his arms would feel like; forming a half-stiffened penis in his pants. Normally, that feeling was the most awkward. When stiff, it would stand up flat against his belly easily. But now, it's merely a bulge. The half-mast has the troubling property that it doesn't want to stay down and doesn't want to stay up. So, it kind of pokes ahead, impressing itself on the person in front of him. And adjusting it would garner more attention. So, he tried to shift his weight on his legs to make it slip to the side. However, as you were standing, he couldn't grind his hips around to make it slip into a less pokey and more streamlined position.

"Unnecessary," you said and continued pressing into him. He used the opportunity to make steps to shuffle the half erection sideways. It was very tantalizing to know that he could try to make a move. He let his left hand drop and brushed against your belly. The coolness of the water was refreshing. The cleanliness was a respite from the dust and sweat sticking to the rest of his body that he had grown accustomed to. He looked up and smiled into the air enjoying the woman next to him and the wonderful medley of sounds from the trees creaking, an occasional fish snapping for a fly, your soft breath coming in and out, and a creature starting and stopping its climb up a tree.

"Do you want to feel?"

"Come again?"

"I know that you can't usually see me, but I figured you'd be well used to feeling."

"It doesn't mean it's not embarrassing!"

"I don't mind," He teased and gently lifted up your fingers. He felt your soft fingers, slightly damp from the water. It felt very intimate for him to touch you right now and you rubbed your thighs together in anticipation. Letting go of your fingers, he let you move your hand freely. Quickly, the tips of your fingers touched his cheek. It was a little sticky in the way that sweat feels on a humid day. You were amazed at the aura he was projecting, yet he was in no way intimidating.

You gently felt your way up his temples to his forehead. His eyebrows were thin; forehead was clear and smooth. Everything was quiet. He could sense the trance that he got when he was touched, but this felt even better. He guessed that you were enjoying the gentle touching from the pressure of your body against his, but he respectfully withheld from his carnal desires. At least for the moment.