Master Apprentice
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Is It Hot In Here?
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Nothing like a good relaxing two hours at the Temple Baths after a gruelling mission, I tell you. Of course you feel more tired than when you went in after a couple of sessions in the steamroom and the heat chamber, but... let's just say the naked jump into the cold pool in-between more than makes up for that. And it really drains the tension out of you. Which is just what I need now -- let's face it, I may be a full Knight but sometimes the Council tends to forget that I am a full Knight and not two of them... ah, a Jedi's life is hard, they say.
Though I hadn't interpreted the phrase quite that way until today.
Let's start with the mildest of the dry heat chambers, shall we? Nice one to warm you through, relax those muscles. Breathing is still easy at fifty-five centigrade, and the chenafdara vapour released on to the heated stones every half hour makes for an excellent relaxant. And cold relief. Not that I have one, but... let's say you don't get out of that room without having said 'bless you' at least once.
Today it looks like more than once -- it's quite crowded actually, and people are sitting on the benches rather than lying down, to save space. Sitting fairly close to each other too. The only free space is right at the bottom of the tiered benches, near the oven but also near the door. Well, I haven't got a cold so I don't mind. Pulling the door open, I slip into the embrace of the hot dry scented air... ahhh. Bliss.
I make myself comfortable on the bottom bench, spreading my small purple towel under me. It's too small to cover me, but that's not what it's for anyway. Not here at Temple -- we're all so damn liberal I sometimes wonder how we manage to get each other into delicate situations anyway. Nah, the towel is a mere courtesy. They don't mind seeing what's between your thighs, but they do mind sitting in your sweat. Quite understandable really.
What's between everyone else's thighs is not exactly exciting, thought it's mildly surprising at this time of day to see nothing but males in this chamber. Oh well. There's few places where a single woman would feels less threatened by a bunch of nude men than in the heat chamber at the Jedi Temple, I can tell you. The Force controls all sorts of urges quite satisfyingly, thank you... waitaminute.
I blink, straight ahead, slowly upping my shields so as not to attract attention. All right, safe to look again now I think. Slowly... eyes left. Um, yes. Yes. That is most definitely an erection, almost a full one, lying heavily against its owner's thigh. Hm. Uncut, pink and rather large. Bet he's having fun. Who... oh. Oh... no. No, wait. No. That's... Master Jinn, right? The Master Jinn.
What's worse is that he's looking at me.
Well, no, not looking at me. Looking away very conspicuously now that I've stared him in the face. Oops Master. Not good. But... Jinn? Surely you can keep yourself under control at that age, right mate? Standing up straight and pink at the sight of a woman in, what, twenty seconds? Force. You've got a problem there, Master. A big problem.
Actually, it's got a bit smaller now. And he's still staring at me even though he thinks I don't notice. Hah. Dream on, Jinn. You're one of the few people I've ever seen whose eyes actually qualify as blue, and they stand out anywhere. And they're on me. Naked, very female me. And your little lightsabre is... oh.
Got yourself under control, after all, have you? Well, not exactly little, but presentably limp. I must admit I feel a bit deflated. Would have been the ultimate boost to the ego, wouldn't it, to drive old Master Jinn to distraction with just my shapely body... for all that I prefer women Masters these days, I wouldn't kick Jinn-boy out of bed even though he's, what, twenty years older? Yeah right. Dream on. Okay, so he's come down off it. Good for him. Although...
I have to rein in a chuckle. The thing just... it literally twitched. Oh yes, someone is having problems here... delicious problems by the look of it. Little Jinn is rising again, and Big Jinn fidgets a little, decidedly uncomfortable now. His gaze flits back to me briefly, not at all comforted by my knowing grin, then drifts back to where he had been looking. Without thinking, I follow his gaze and crane my neck to look up at the bench above and behind me... Master Jinn's voice interrupts me, slightly hoarse.
"Padawan." A quick sideways nod of the head.
With a whispered 'excuse me', a slender red-haired youth with a long braid scrambles off the bench above mine and squeezes past me towards the door. His hard cock nearly brushes my nose as he elegantly steps off the high bench.
Oh right, Master Jinn. I see.
I totally see.
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