Public Nudity/Camping Day 1 - You're not done showering yet
You've hardly showered really, and haven't even washed your hair yet. Sure, it's weird and awkward having this random person join you, but that nervous, butterfly, pins and needles sort of risk and uncertainty you're getting is part of what makes you do these things to yourself. And being 'forced' to finish your shower next to a stranger is kinda thrilling, almost as much as answering your front door completely naked. It's also a little humiliating to be caught rubbing your tits, but you can only hope he doesn't mention that.
"I haven't finished though," you meekly reply to Zach. He's already ducking around the corner out of sight when you reply, so he wasn't really waiting for you either way.
"Well it's a pleasure to meet you miss Claire," repeats Jim, still shaking your hand along with your boobs. You politely smile but gingerly lift your free hand. You have to drape your forearm across your chest, too embarrassed by how much your pert boobs keep bouncing to let them continue doing so unabated. Of course as soon as you cover yourself he releases his grip and dips his head under his stream of water.
"Those boys your brothers?" inquires Jim.
You lean back into your shower to wet your own hair. "Oh, uh, yeah!" Then you consider what they were doing when Jim walked in. "Er, no... I mean, just Henry." Lies feel safer somehow. But it also feels more believable that you might shower with family, so you try to split the difference and go along with Jim's assumption, even if not convincingly.
"Oh yeah? And the other two?"
"They're... just friends of Henry's."
"Ah. I suppose that explains things then," he says with a grin and a nod. You smile back nervously and push your button again. This is already harder than you thought. Maybe you can just avoid talking about the boys.
"You, um... camping alone?"
"No, no. Here with the wife and her sister. Little family outing of sorts. Always great to get into the outdoors! You shouldn't be using that soap though." Jim quickly detours. "Terrible stuff they give you here. Hardly does anything for you. I'd be happy to share my body wash if you'd like something that will actually get you clean. It's my wife's favorite."
You glance over at the dispenser, unaware of how bad it was, then at Jim's bottle. "Oh... okay!"
Jim hardly gives you a say in the matter. He has already picked up his wash and grabbed your wrist, squirting a healthy helping of green gel into your upturned palm. "This is great stuff. You'll love it!"
"Yeah, thanks!" you nod again. He dumped so much into your hand you don't bother trying to lather it up first for fear of dropping most of it on the floor. Instead you just split it into two thick globs with your hands then quickly spread it out over your body so it doesn't go to waste. You coat your chest, skim down your arms, smear it over your stomach and down your pelvis, then quickly cover your legs. You then turn away from Jim slightly to squat down a little and dip your hand between your thighs, wanting to clean everything worth cleaning. But it's in that moment, pausing with your hand on your crotch, that the water weirdly starts to feel cold on your skin.
"It's starting to work now, isn't it? There's nothing quite like menthol body wash to help wake you up in the morning."
It's definitely not the water. Jim's wash is rapidly cooling your skin, exciting it and making it tingle. And you just started rubbing it into your pussy...
Frantically hitting the button on the wall, you turn to face the shower stream. You rub your love button as hard as the shower button, trying to rinse off what you just rubbed on. Your nipples are already stiffening, their sensitivity increasing by the second as they develop an icy chill. You work quickly to rinse off your crotch but you can already feel your clit and lips freezing and throbbing thanks to the cooling gel.
"It can take some getting used to, but it sure is memorable!" chuckles Jim. "I'd actually really appreciate it if you could put some on my back for me. I have a hard time reaching so I would really appreciate it," he repeats.
"Really?" you ask, mostly just surprised that he uses this stuff voluntarily. It doesn't necessarily feel bad, but it sure is shocking and kinda takes your breath away. Jim is holding the bottle out for you, waiting for you to accept another dollop of his green goo.
"My back can get awful sore, but a little of this makes me feel great. Like I said, I just can't reach, but if you can just spare a moment..."
He only wants your help. So what if your vulva feel like they're swelling, your tits are being squeezed, and your clit is weirdly cold and ablaze all at once? You don't want to let on that you're struggling with any of this. So with your thighs clenched, you pull your hand out from between them and smile once more. "Sure, I can help!"
"Thank you Claire! Means a lot!"
He gives you another squirt then turns away from you. You place your hand in the center of his back and rub in a slow circle, mostly leaning against him to help balance on your wobbly legs. Meanwhile your other hand shoots back down to your pussy. Spreading your lips and pawing at your mound trying to find the 'off' button of your clit only makes you tingle more.
One of your nipples suddenly hurts; it's so cold and tight. You bring a hand back to press the pointy nub down. Unfortunately you use the hand that was rubbing Jim's back, reapplying a fresh handful of cooling gel to your already tender titty. Kicking yourself, you do your best to angle your body under your shower stream while returning to coating Jim's back.
"Mmm, that feels so nice," he notes after some more rubbing. "That's good right there. Really can't thank you enough for that."
"Yeah, just, um, helping out a fellow c-camper, right?" you eek out, turning back into the water.
"How very right you are. I can't believe I'd be so rude as to not return the favor."
"Huh? Oh, no! That's okay. Really, you really don't have t-ooohhhh... kay."
Jim has already stepped behind you, tossed your hair forward over your shoulder, and started rubbing gel into your back. There's a stark difference between the two of you (in every way imaginable) but specifically how you're able to wash the other. You rubbed your hand in a full circle on his back and hardly covered any area. But two of Jim's manly hands easily clasp themselves around your narrow back, his thick fingers wrapping around to your sides.
He slathers you in gel at first, quickly covering the entirety of your back, then starts working it in. With his thumbs on either side of your spine, he presses both of his hands into you with firm even pressure, seemingly looking to massage your back as much as wash it. He easily works his palms into your small muscles. He's so strong that he forces you off balance the moment he applies pressure. He tips you forward, forcing you to lean away from him. You have to throw your arms up in front of you to press against the wall just to keep steady. He may just have pushed your body up against it if you hadn't countered him, but now you also need to hold your head back to keep the water from hitting you in the face.
In a very short time this has gone way beyond awkward; a stranger is now massaging your back in the shower while your privates shiver, throb, and awaken in uncertain and weirdly delightful ways. You weren't planning on getting turned on by this guy, but given what different parts of you are already doing, having someone touch your naked body is getting you shamefully riled up. The tiny streams of water coming from the showerhead aren't helping either. They are spread across your chest in such a way that they always manage to hit one of your nipples which itself is plenty stimulating without any of the weird stuff.
Jim's palms seem to cover the entirety of your back as he rubs you. They slide up onto your shoulder blades, his long fingers reaching around to graze the sides of your boobs. They then slide down below your waist, his powerful grip palming the tops of your cheeks. When he presses down on your ass he forces your pelvis to roll forward. Pressing your lower back causes your butt to pop out as your pelvis rolls in the opposite direction.
Standing naked with your ass pointed out, your pelvis slowly rolling back and forth again and again, your pussy tingling and throbbing, water teasing your tits... you haven't had even regular sex before, but this has to be at least a little bit of what shower sex is like. Your lustful mind can't keep from picturing Zach's long smooth penis underneath you, your slit grinding against his cock as your ass taps his stomach. Knowing that it's Jim behind you making you feel this way is so wrong and strange.
It's even simpler than that; to get so turned from someone forcibly exploring your unprotected vulnerable body, and rubbed so forcefully to boot, is both scary and overwhelming. All you can do is brace and take it, your arousal building equally with your shame as your pussy tingles outside of your control. You're really just letting Jim do whatever he wants right now, even if he doesn't know it, and you are guiltily enjoying every second of it. If he only knew what he could do to you. The closest you've ever come to this feeling was from the italian guy at your hair salon. When he washes your hair he presses his fingers into your scalp so slowly and sensually that, more than once, you've melted away into a fantasy world where his confident fingers touch so much more than just your hair.
You slap the button you're staring at through your stream of water over and over so your nipples don't go without that stimulation. The embarrassed part of you wants this to end as soon as possible, but your needy arousal keeps you from stopping it or running away. And this is why you're stuck here releasing little moans of approval, subject to whatever whim the strong pair of hands exploring your back feels like doing to you. Your breathing has worked up to a slow laboured pant by the time Jim decides to finish up and step away.
"Well thank you very much miss Claire! I think we both enjoyed that, but I know you made my morning! You are a lovely young lady and I can only hope to see more of you here."
"Yeah... you too..." you mutter, trying to be polite.
Jim promptly walks out with a whistle leaving you weak kneed, your heart racing. His whistling continues as he presumably towels off around the corner. Part of you would like nothing more than to explore your still tingling skin, to rub away at the most sensitive parts of your body. Whether to soothe them or stimulate them you hardly even know yourself, but you know you can't do anything while he's still just around the corner. It's too much for your guilt to process. So you just slap your button and wait.
Minutes go by and he's still whistling. The effects of the gel have gradually dissipated along with your desire to chase after it. Shaking away your more impulsive urges, you grab some shampoo from the nearby dispenser - a very boring, normal shampoo - and start to lather it into your scalp, thinking of Antonio. By the time you're done washing your hair Jim is long gone.
Shame now grips you as tightly as Jim did. You can't spend another minute here. You don't want to risk anyone else finding you like this, irrationally worried that they would know exactly what happened in here with one look at you. With a cleansing breath you walk away from your shameful shower and back to the changing room to grab your towel. The one you remember leaving on the table. The table that is now empty.
What happened to it?! Did Jim think it was complimentary? Or did the boys steal it to punish or prank you? You haven't the slightest idea, but now you're stuck completely naked on the complete opposite side of camp from your very few clothes. You'd be more excited if the prospect of covering so much distance wasn't so utterly terrifying. Making your way across the entire campgrounds completely naked in broad daylight is a horrifying thought. Can you possibly even make it without being seen? And yet, what other option do you have?