...ng and blissfully unaware Katara…
‘There she is.’ Aang had been staring at Katara’s naked back for at least five minutes. It led beautifully up to her smooth, long neck, which curved gracefully into her hair, which was pulled into a sloppy bun.
She was indeed beautiful. He stepped forward gently, and pushed his way through the dense foliage to the edge of the little pool. Katara was still unaware that he was behind her, and the ‘voice’ told him to disrobe. So he did, as quickly and quietly as possible. All too soon he was completely naked, and almost hyperventilating.
‘Just calm down. Kneel down and rub her shoulders.’
He knelt and rubbed her shoulders gently, she gasped, and he lowered his head and whispered into her ear: “Its okay, Katara, its me.” She straightened up even more, but he was relentless in his massage. Soon she moaned, and leaned backed into his hands. He edged her forward, and slid in behind her. Feeling his hardness against her back, caused Katara to make a soft “Oh”, and tense a bit, but he kept massaging her shoulders.
‘Spread your area wider, that way, you can work your way down her back.’ Aang was now rubbing her back, and Katara was emitting little moans and squeals, and wiggling her hips, which were pressed against his engorged member. And Aang also let out a low groan.
“Katara…” He then slipped his hands around to her front, and rubbed her breasts. Katara moaned, and pressed her ...