What Happened in the Campsite Showers That Morning

I woke up before Nadia, with that sticky laziness left by a short night. I grabbed the toiletry bag and the towel, slipped out of the motorhome without making a sound, and walked toward the campsite bathrooms with the morning light still warm.

The showers were occupied by the cleaning staff, so I sat on a wooden bench to wait. I lit a cigarette and let the smoke mingle with the smell of wet pine trees. It was one of those moments when you don’t think about anything, you just let time pass.

Then I saw them coming from the area where we were staying. A woman in her fifties, hair tied back, was walking accompanied by a boy and a girl who looked to be around twenty. From the family resemblance, I guessed they were mother and children.

—Good morning —she said as she passed in front of me.

—Good morning —I replied.

Once they had their backs to me, I turned my head to look at them a second longer. The girl and the mother whispered something to each other, laughed, and the older woman looked back at me. She held my gaze for a moment, unhurried, before continuing on her way.

Too early for those games, I thought, smiling to myself.

The cleaning crew came out right after that and told me I could go in. I went all the way to the last cubicle, the furthest one. They were spacious showers, divided into two areas: one for the water and another, dry, for leaving your clothes. I undressed, turned on the tap, and let the hot stream wake me up completely.

I was covered in soap from head to toe, ready to rinse off, when I heard the door open. Someone came in and, before I could turn around, two arms wrapped around me from behind.

I knew it was Lúa by the feel of her hard nipples pressed against my back and by the way her hands found mine to pinch them. I wiped the soap from my face and turned to meet her dark eyes.

—Good morning —I said.

—Good morning. Did you sleep well? —she asked, not letting go.

—Like a log. And you?

—It took me a little while, but Bruno didn’t mind. We kept going for a bit longer —she replied with a half smile.

—Blessed youth! —I laughed.

Her hand slid down my belly until it found my cock, which was already starting to respond.

—Don’t think so —she said, squeezing it slowly—. I woke up hot and tried to wake him up with my mouth and he didn’t even flinch.

—Well then, here I am. I don’t think he’ll mind.

We kissed. I grabbed her ass with both hands while her tongue searched for mine with that hunger she made no effort to hide. The water poured over us, heating us even more. I lifted one hand to one of her breasts and lowered my head to catch the nipple between my lips.

I circled it with the tip of my tongue, feeling it harden, and sucked it slowly. She moaned, holding my head against her chest while her hand kept moving up and down.

—Mmm. It’s so hard —she murmured.

I could feel her thumb playing with the tip every time she came back up. We kissed again, and then she started going lower: my neck, my collarbones, my own nipples, which she nibbled with a smile. She ended up on her knees in front of me.

She ran her tongue along the entire length before circling the tip, right where it joins the shaft, brushing it with her lips again and again. When she finally took me all the way into her mouth, I had to brace one hand against the wall.

At one point, one of her hands slid between my legs and parted my ass cheeks. Almost without thinking, I leaned a little forward to make it easier for her.

—You like this, don’t you? —she said, looking up.

Her finger pressed at the entrance and went in very slowly. Without stopping with her mouth, she started moving it, and my whole body trembled. I closed my eyes and began to pant, until all at once she pulled her finger out and stood up.

—If I keep going like this, you’ll come right away. Now it’s my turn —she said.

I didn’t argue. I knelt down and buried my face between her legs, parting her lips with my tongue to get deep inside. She lifted one leg and rested it on my shoulder to open herself completely.

I traced the whole length with my tongue until I reached the clit. I barely touched it and she jolted, burying her fingers in my hair and pressing me against her.

—Fuck. You’re so good at this. Don’t stop. Make me come —she panted.

I gave it everything I had. Just as she had done with me, I slid one hand back to her asshole and started inserting a finger while my tongue never stopped.

—There. Yes —she could barely speak.

I kept going until I felt her arch her back and her whole body shudder. She came with a long moan that echoed off the tiles. Lúa was never quiet, and at that hour I didn’t mind in the slightest.

I kept going a little longer, even though she was already pushing my head away.

—Stop! I want your cock —she said, pulling me up.

I lifted her, bracing her against the wall with her back to it, and let her sink slowly down onto me. She went in without any resistance, soaked through.

—Mmm. So hard. Fuck me —she begged, wrapping her legs around my waist.

Using pure arm strength, I started lifting her up and down, faster and faster, her moans bouncing around the cubicle. I held out as long as I could, but fatigue began to get the better of me, so I set her down on the floor and asked her to get on all fours.

I drove into her again almost without pause, gripping her hips, pumping without restraint while she muttered for me to fuck her really hard.

—Yes. Like that. Deep inside —she said through clenched teeth.

This time it was my turn: I ran my fingers over her asshole and slid in one finger, then another. I was already panting from the effort when I felt her clamp down around me and come again, shaking all over.

I didn’t want to finish inside her. I straightened up, positioned myself in front of her, and finished with my hand, spilling everything over her face and chest, which she waited for with her mouth open. I stayed leaning against the wall, out of breath, watching her lick it up.

—So good —she said, standing up and pressing her body against mine to kiss me.

We took a moment to recover and then soaped each other up. Running my hands over her wet body, and her doing the same to me, was enough to make me hard again.

—We’d better finish up and go —I said— or we’re never getting out of here.

Lúa laughed with that clear laugh of hers and agreed, but not before bending down to kiss the tip one last time.

—That might actually be better —she said.

***

She wrapped herself in the towel while I got dressed. We left the shower together, and as soon as we opened the door, we nearly collided with a young woman with long light brown hair.

It took me a moment to recognize her. She was the same one who had passed in front of me earlier, the one accompanying the older woman and the boy. She looked at us, startled, and hurried into one of the cubicles, but before closing the door she turned for an instant and smiled at us.

Lúa didn’t notice that smile. I, on the other hand, knew perfectly well: she had been out there for quite a while, listening to everything. She had stayed pressed to the door without moving until we came out.

Hope she enjoyed the morning, I thought, unable to keep from smiling.

We walked back to the motorhomes together. When we got there, each of us headed to our own, but before going in Lúa hung around my neck and kissed me without any rush. I stood there watching her walk away until she went inside.

As I turned to go into ours, I saw the older woman, the mother of the girl from the showers, coming out of the neighboring motorhome. She held my gaze again, just as before, and went in without saying a word.

***

Nadia was still asleep when I came in. I set about preparing breakfast, thinking that that morning we’d be on our way again, even if it was a shame to say goodbye to Bruno and Lúa.

Before waking her, I took a few minutes to look at her. She was lying on her side, wrapped in the duvet, naked as she always slept, one breast and the curve of her ass on display.

—What are you looking at? —she said suddenly, without fully opening her eyes—. I hope breakfast is ready.

I laughed and threw myself on top of her to tickle her until she got up, pretending to be annoyed.

—Is that any way to wake a decent woman? —she protested.

I looked at her, raising my eyebrows, amused.

—But I woke you up.

—What are you implying? That I’m not decent?

I pretended to think about it, and that was enough for her to smack me with the pillow, laughing. I held her down, laid her on her back on the bed, and she stayed with her legs open, showing me all of her body. I didn’t think twice: I threw myself on top of her, still dressed, searching for her mouth.

She turned her face just as my lips brushed hers, denying me the kiss.

—Now you want to kiss an indecent woman? —she said.

—Not just kiss her —I replied.

One of her hands slid down to grab me, already hard again.

—Mmm. It’s just that you’re the one who turns me into a slut —she murmured.

She pulled my pants down just enough to free me and guided me into her without any more preamble. I felt her heat, her wetness, the way she fit around me as I entered her.

—How I love this —she sighed.

I started moving slowly. She wrapped her legs around my waist and grabbed my ass to set the pace. This time she not only didn’t refuse the kiss, she found my mouth to lick my lips while I slid in and out to the hilt.

Her body trembled beneath mine, her breasts flattened against my chest, her moans getting louder with each thrust.

—Mmm. Keep going —she begged.

I obeyed, pumping faster and faster until I felt her go rigid beneath me and lift her hips, trying to take me deeper. Watching her come was enough: almost immediately, with her muscles clamping down on me, I felt I was at the limit too.

I finished with a grunt inside her, while she moved as if she wanted to squeeze every last drop out of me. I stayed there a few seconds longer, breathing hard, until she gave me a weak shove.

—Come on, move, you’re heavy —she said, laughing.

***

We sat down to breakfast, but we didn’t manage to finish. There was a knock on the door: it was Bruno and Lúa, coming to say goodbye. They had to go pick up some friends.

—I’ve been told their van is going to take a long time to get fixed —Bruno explained— so we’re going to pick them up and all keep going in ours.

—I’m really sorry —Lúa said—. We were planning to stay until you left.

—Well, that’s that. A shame —Nadia replied.

—Besides, I was left wanting more —Lúa added, looking at both of us—. Especially being fucked by the two of you at once, but...

—All in good time —Bruno cut in, smiling.

I burst out laughing. Lúa kissed both of us before leaving, and suddenly the motorhome fell silent.

—Well, if everyone’s packing up —Nadia said— we should probably get going too.

—That’s exactly what I was thinking —I replied.

Since we hadn’t put up much, we packed away the awning and stored the two chairs before setting off. As I maneuvered out of the pitch, we saw the woman next door climbing into the driver’s seat of her motorhome, just as the girl got down from the back.

I could see her better then: tall, thin, with light brown hair leaning blond down to her shoulders and skin so white it seemed she had never touched the sun. An oval, freckled face, and green eyes that stood out even from far away. It was the girl from the showers, the silent witness. She quickly got into the passenger seat and they pulled out behind us.

We stopped at the parking entrance to pay and do the paperwork, and they stopped right behind us. When the woman got down from her motorhome, I could study her calmly: brown, curly hair down to her shoulders, around five foot seven, a few extra kilos but nothing that didn’t suit her. What dominated her figure was a pair of large breasts hinted at beneath her sweatshirt and wide hips.

She waited behind us while we chatted with the receptionist.

—And where are you heading now? —the receptionist asked.

—We’re thinking of carrying on toward the coast —Nadia answered.

—Very good choice. There’s a campsite two minutes from the village on foot, with very good facilities. Here, I’ll give you our card; if you show it there, they’ll give you a discount.

—Great! Thank you —said Nadia.

When we turned to leave, the woman with green eyes and her mother greeted us with a nod. I returned the gesture, certain that that morning, without any of us planning it, we had shared far more than just a campsite.

We set off onto the road with five hours ahead of us and the idea of stopping halfway to eat in one of the towns we’d pass through. Nadia put on music, lowered the window, and let the air tousle her hair. I drove in silence, still with the taste of the morning on my skin, thinking that some farewells leave you with more desire than sadness.