The campsite showers buzzed with noise. Germans and Dutch hogging stalls, laughing loud. Corinne and I waited half an hour. Finally, one frees up. She dives in. Door cracks. She’s topless, panties clinging wet.
“Come on, Mel, room for two. Don’t wait forever.”
The Awakening
Heart slams. Last night’s fire talk echoes. Virgin shame. Guys flop soft. Girls’ softness tempts. Fuck it. I knock.
Door swings. She grins under spray, eyes shut. Body sleek, tanned head to toe. Slim curves. Pubes trimmed sharp triangle. Mine? Wild mess. Never thought to groom.
Strip awkward. Hands shield pussy. Shame burns. She smiles warm, grabs hand. Pulls me under hot jet. Soap squirts. Palms rub shoulders, chest. Down to tits. Slow, firm circles. Nipples peak hard. Electric jolt rips through. Eyes roll back. Mouth gapes. Breath hitches.
She spins behind. Soaps back. Hands cup tits again, thumbs flicking. Ass kneaded deep. Thighs slick. Squats low, legs shiny. Rises, body presses mine. Wet skin sticks. Lips graze neck. Kisses trail. Tongue licks ear lobe. Shiver explodes.
Right hand rests on bush. Finger teases slit. Palm cups mound full. Heat builds. Apple soap scent mixes steam. Gasp escapes. Mound pulses. Finger nudges in slow.
Can’t take it. Spin fast. Crush mouth on hers. Tongue invades deep. She rams finger home. Pistons wet pussy. Leg hooks ledge. Opens wide. Left hand grips tit hard. Pinches nipple sharp. “Fuck yes, oh god, deeper… ha… ha… yes!”
Pussy clenches. Juices mix water. Thrusts quicken. Build so close. Body shakes. Moans bounce off tiles.
The Act and Secret
Laughter cuts. German chicks outside. Mock my gasps. “Ha ha ha!” Panic spikes. Rip away. Grab clothes wet. Dash out half-dressed. Barely button up.
Drag her to woods edge. Collapse on log. Tears hot. Shame floods. She hugs tight. Soft kisses cheek. Whispers sweet. “It’s okay, babe. So hot back there.”
Lunge for passion kiss. Chase that high. She pulls back gentle. “You love me? Or just the rush?”
Admit truth. Not her. The force. The touch. Needed push. She nods. Got a girl waiting home. But lonely hurts. Offers more cuddles anytime.
“Want cock really. Boy to take me hard.”
She laughs soft. “We know. Need force. We’ll help. Promise no word?”
Plead yes. Tears dry. Hair damp. Arm in arm back to tent. Giggle like besties. Secret burns sweet inside. Pulse still throbs. Pussy aches unfinished. Oozes thrill. Crossed line. No regrets. Crave more forbidden. Virgin no more in ways that count. Society blind. Here, raw truth.