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The Campground Shower, Part 1
It was the hottest week of July and I was at the campground with my family for our yearly 7 day camping trip. My wife, myself, and two kids, 7 and 9, rough it in the wilderness for a week. If, of course, roughing it means having a generator, air mattresses, and a portable TV, and wilderness if that means occupying a plot of land alongside dozens of other campers.
We had become astute campers, and found the perfect balance between enjoying nature and bringing along our necessary comforts. Our multi-room tent gave my wife and I some privacy, and have learned tricks through the years to minimize insect and water issues. The kids were getting old enough to be more independent, which gave me more time to myself.
The campground had two indoor facilities, each at one end of the property. The buildings were identical, and included a sink with mirror above, and a shower with hot water. The shower stall had a curtain to provide some privacy. I have at all times appreciated the hot showers; they were a much needed reprieve from the busy, tiring days. The buildings were not distinguished by gender. It was a mostly quiet, modest campground, and people were able to take turns using the shower and sink. It wasn’t uncommon to have someone in there while you were showering or brushing your teeth. The whole place had a communal, laid back feel to it.
Since having kids, I have found that the best time to take care of my own needs was early in the morning. Waking up early allowed me to drink my coffee, take the dog for a walk, and most importantly, there was never a shortage of hot water, since I was beating the morning rush. Typically, I’d get into the shower around 6:00 am, shave, get dressed, and the busy day would officially start around 7:00 am. I had fallen into this routine over the last couple years, and had never encountered another soul in that shower room. That’s part of why I liked my morning routine so much. This year, that all changed.
We had gotten to know some of the other families over the years, as many of us vacation the same time of year. It was reassuring to see the familiar faces year after year. This year, however, there was a new family a couple sites down from us. They seemed nice enough. They were a younger couple, maybe mid-30s, with a couple kids, much like my wife and I. The woman had dark hair, and a shapely figure. She may be what’s considered the ultimate MILF type – large, round breasts, a thin waist, and wide hips, with a plump, but firm looking behind.
We arrived on the same day, but they set up camp later than us. As they pitched their tent, I discreetly admired the woman’s ass. She wore tight jean shorts, just modest enough for a mom, but they wouldn’t look out of place on a younger woman. My wife, Eva, smirked at me knowingly as I overcompensated my glare away from the tasty dish next door.
She bent over to push in the stakes, and I could see the faint outline of her butt cheek. Also visible at the right angle was her simple black thong. It wouldn’t have been noticeable if not for all of her moving around and bending over and twisting. On top, she wore a white tank top, with a low-plunging neckline. Placing a different stake in the ground, she bent down and her shirt dropped just enough for me to see the curvature of her tits and her white bra. On her way up, she looked straight at me.
I was wearing my sunglasses, and hoped she hadn’t noticed. Either way, once she was all the way vertical, she smiled and gave a friendly wave. I waved back, trying to ignore the stirring in my belly and loins. As I flipped the burgers and veggies on the portable grill, I admired her flexibility and curves. Her movements were fluid, like a dancer’s. She rotated her hips easily and gracefully. I couldn’t help but fantasize what she must be like in the bedroom.
Later in the evening, my wife and I walked over to introduce ourselves and welcome them to the campground. Her name is Laura. I wasn’t paying enough attention to catch the husband’s name, but he seemed nice enough. He was a rather bland looking man, not especially good looking, but not ugly, either. We made small talk, shared about our kids, and said how we should all have drinks after the kids go to bed at some point in the week. It was all very friendly, tame, and seemingly insignificant.
The next morning, I woke up early, sipped my instant coffee, and savored the quiet dawn. Around 6:00, I gathered my items to shower, etc. Given that I’ve never encountered a person this early, and our site is close to the shower building, I wore my clean towel, and carried my toiletries in a caddy. The cool morning air felt refreshing on my chest and back. As a mid-30s man, I felt confident in how I look. I’m no A-list movie star, but I’m toned and take care of myself.
I allowed my mind to wander off to nothing in particular as I strolled up to the shower house and opened the door. The space is so small, that I immediately noticed the additional presence in the building. It was Laura. She stood at the sink, brushing her teeth. Her mouth was foamy as she turned to smile at me. I immediately took in her skin-tight leggings and tank top. The tight spandex material hugged her generous curves. Her tank top could barely hold in her DD or larger tits. I felt an instant twinge in my cock.
“Hey! Good morning!” She said through the foamy toothpaste. She chuckled, and held up a finger, suggesting to wait a second for her to finish brushing. Once she dried her mouth, she turned back to me, “I see we have another early riser here.”
“Good morning,” I replied. “Yeah, I suppose so. I’ve learned I have to wake up early to have just a little time to myself before the crazy day starts.”
“I hear that. I was going to do my hair and makeup, but I can leave if you want to be…” She started.
“Oh, no, don’t worry about it,” I interrupted. “Really, I meant time to myself from the kids. I can handle being around another adult.”
We smiled at each other with looks of relating to one another and the challenges of parenthood. I took the two steps towards the shower, and had to slide behind her to get there. “Sorry,” I said, as I brushed past her. “This room is so tiny.”
“Oh no I’m sorry! Gosh, I should have made room for you,” she replied.
I pulled the dark green curtain over so I could enter the shower area, then pulled it back to close it behind me. The curtain hung on standard shower curtain rings. There was a small wooden bench between the curtain and shower area for storing things. I set down my caddy, then went to my waist to unravel the towel. I hesitated for a moment, thinking about how she was just a few steps away, practically within arm’s reach. I figured I would only make it weird if I didn’t shower normally at this point.
Unearthing a growing erection, I removed the towel and hung it on the towel hook. I flipped on the shower, and turned the knob so it would heat up. “Did you save some hot water for me?” I asked, trying to break the tension.
“I sure hope so,” she called back. “You’ll have to let me know if I should take a shorter shower tomorrow,” she added.
I wondered about having another intimate moment like this with her for another day, and felt myself grow even more. My plans were for a calming, hot shower, but having Laura there made that a difficult task. With my length nearly fully aroused, I dunked my head under the warm water, and began lathering my hair to try and distract myself. I even put my back towards her to build more separation, if only mentally.
“So, you all come out here every year?” she asked.
“Yep, every year,” I called back. “It’s become kind of a fun tradition. You get to know some of the people up here, so that makes it a little more fun,” I added, my eyes closed and still lathering shampoo into my hair.
As I stepped below the stream of water to rinse my hair, she continued to converse. “Do you have fun plans for today?” She asked.
With water running over my face, I tried to reply, “Ah, well we were thinking about going tubing down the river. Other than that, not much.” I stepped away and cleared the water from my face. “I try and keep things pretty open while we’re up here. It’s nice to have plenty of free time.”
“That’s really smart,” she replied. “I didn’t know you could go tubing down the river, that sounds like fun. We were planning a hike at the state forest a few miles away.”
I was pouring my body wash and starting to lather at this point. With my eyes open, and being reminded of the thin barrier between us, it felt especially intimate to be rubbing soap all over my body with her so near. At the same time, it felt perfectly casual and easy. The contradiction was both confusing and exciting. I was rock hard by this point, and had to fight off my intense sexual urge to pleasure myself as we spoke. I was incredibly aroused at the idea of getting off with her here, but it also didn’t feel quite right. As far as she has indicated, this had not been a sexual interaction whatsoever.
I finally turned around to let the water pour over my back while I was lathering myself. I took a deep breath and stared at the green curtain. Then I noticed something that nearly took my breath away. The curtain was not fully closed. Even completely closed, there may have been a crack of space open, but this was more than a crack. I would guess I had left about a quarter of the length of the curtain open. Looking forward, I was clearly able to see Laura in the mirror, applying her makeup.
My stomach dropped and panic set in. While I have a high sex drive and have my fantasies, I was not a creep and would not do this on purpose. I fear this will be misinterpreted as some sort of advance, and I pause, trying to quickly process what to do next. It wasn’t clear how much of me she could see. Could she just see a part of me? Just glimpses? Did she have a clear view of my gigantic, rock hard erection?!
With a deep breath, I tried to handle the situation as maturely as I could. “Oh shit, I’m sorry,” I exclaimed. “I really didn’t notice…” Then, another calamity struck. Just as I was about to correct my mistake and fully shield my nakedness, some rogue shampoo decided to travel down my forehead and straight into my eyes, rendering me temporarily blind from the stinging.
“Goddamit!” I complained. “I’m really sorry, I got shampoo in my eyes now. Jesus Christ, I’m a mess.”
“Oh wow, that must really hurt,” Laura said as she laughed out loud. Her chuckle suggested she found the situation more funny than offensive. Despite the blinding pain in my eyes, I felt relief at her tone of voice. “It’s fine, really,” she continued. “I would have just closed it if I didn’t want the view.”
My vision began to return, and I could begin to make out the shape of her through the mirror again. “So…you want me to leave it open?” I asked.
“Doesn’t bother me if it doesn’t bother you,” she replied, mostly nonchalantly, with a sprinkle of flirtatiousness.
“Well, okay then,” I replied. “I mean, it doesn’t bother me. What guy doesn’t want a hot girl to watch them shower?” I said, feeling more forward now.
Her chest and cheeks flushed pink with my compliment. She smiled appreciatively, then went back to her eye make up. I stood there a moment, processing everything. Then, I left the curtain where it was so I could rinse my eyes and the rest of me. With the knowledge of her watching, I intentionally shifted my body to the open, exposed side. The extent to which her presence aroused me was most certainly no longer a secret.
The mirror’s reflection showed her eyeline directly pointed at my lengthy excitement. She’d look down, then raise her eyes to mine and smile, a little deviously. The whole interaction felt so innocent, but also fun and playful.
We continued to chat while I rinsed and then washed my face. My best judgment told me to go through my routine as I normally would, trying too hard would probably ruin the moment. I shut the water off and grabbed my towel. I dried off mostly as I normally would, maybe giving her a little bit of a show.
By the time I pulled the curtain apart and walked out of the stall, she was just finishing putting her items away. “Well, it was nice to chat with you. Maybe I’ll catch you here tomorrow morning?” She said with a friendly grin.
“I’ll be here, 6:00 am,” I replied. We waved, then she was out the door. I took a long look at her thin, skin tight leggings as her ass bounced subtly with each step. They were the type of sheer yoga pants that even clung to her butt crack, essentially revealing what she’d look like without any clothes.

NSFW: yes

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