Morning rush at the campsite showers. Water hissing everywhere. Germans and Dutch yelling, laughing loud. Line’s endless. Corinne and I wait forever. Half-hour drags. Finally, one frees up.
“Go on, Melanie,” she says. “You look pissed.”
The Contact
“No, you first. You got here before.”
She slips in. Door ajar seconds later. Corinne peeks out, topless, panties clinging. Water steams behind her. “Come on! Cabin’s huge. Don’t wait like an idiot.”
“Uh, no… I’m good.”
“Always so shy…”
Door shuts. Stupid me. If I freeze on something this small, sharing a shower with a girl, I’ll never get laid. Water roars louder. I knock.
“Come in, it’s open.”
How’d she know? She’s under the spray, eyes shut, head back. Body sleek, tanned all over. Slim curve, no gym tone. Pubes trimmed neat—short triangle, edges razor-straight. Never thought to do mine. Mine’s wild bush.
“Get in here!”
I fumble clothes off. Her eyes lock on me. Heart hammers. Bra drops. Panties slide down. Hands cover my pussy. She smiles warm, not mocking. Reaches out. I take her hand. Pulls me under hot jet.
Liquid soap squirts. She rubs my shoulders. Chest. Arms. Then tits—both hands, slow, firm circles. Nipples harden under palms. Electric jolt shoots through me. Eyes flutter shut. Mouth opens. Body tenses.
The Indiscretion
She circles behind. Soaps back. Hands sneak front, squeezing tits again. Down to ass, kneading cheeks. Thighs. Squats for legs. I melt into it.
Stands, presses against my back. One hand on tits, thumb-finger pinching nipples. Other slides down belly. Lips on neck. Kisses trail. Tongue licks earlobe. Fingers brush my bush. Middle one teases slit.
Water pounds. Soap smells apple-sweet. Palm cups my pussy full. I gasp soft. Finger pushes in slow. I spin. Crush mouth to hers. Tongue rams deep.
She thrusts finger hard. Pistons my cunt. I hike leg on shower ledge. Open wide. Her hand grabs tit, twists nipple. I moan loud. “Oh fuck yes… so good… love it… harder… ha… ha…”
Raucous laughs cut through. Water shuts. German girls mimic my moans. “Ha ha ha!” Bitches. Panic hits. We dress wet, bolt out. Dash past giggling teens.
Corinne heads to tents. I yank her to woods edge. Sit on log. Tears come. She hugs me. Kisses forehead. “Shh, it’s okay. That was hot. You’re fine.”
I lean in for kiss. Need that shower rush again. She pulls back. “You sure you’re into me? Might be too soon. Couldn’t resist your body.”
“Yeah… no. It was you forcing it. Felt good. Thanks. But I crave cock really.”
“Knew it. You’re the type needs pushing. We’ll help. Promise.”
“Don’t tell the others!”
She nods. Wipe tears. Walk back arm-in-arm. Tents glow faint. Everyone sleeps. Hearts pound. Cross paths with quiet camper. He nods, clueless. Slip inside. Secret safe. Buzz lingers all night.