Howdy. My name is John, John Fears. And I am the founding father of the Camp Cauldron Bathhouse Motel. My family and I first came up to Camp Cauldron when I was about eighteen. Eighteen was a budding age of emotional and hormonal, well hormones for me. I don’t remember much about that first trip. I remember Ma packing too much food for my older brother’s girlfriend, whose name was Amalie.
Amalie, I knew her obviously as my brother’s girlfriend that he always brought along on family outings or over to the house but this was the first time I was going to be forced to be in constant contact with her. I couldn’t really complain besides being jealous of my brother, that he had a girlfriend and I didn’t. Amalie was nice and well, nice looking. She was white, but her skin had a soft golden brown tan to it since the beginning of the summer which I had to admit added to her looks. She had about shoulder length long dirty blonde hair, freckles on her face and spring blue eyes. And when you looked at her face, something in the back of your head told you she was the dirtiest little slut that you could ever imagine in a young girl’s body as small as she was. But, to everyone in the family, including me, she was as sweet as could be.
And I remember my dad wanting to wake us all up earlier than the sun rose to go out to the nearby beach and watch the sunrise. I remember that for sure. Lots of different camp girls in bikinis, mom’s too, walking up and down that beautifully barely lit boardwalk. Nothing like standing around with your Ma, Dad, Older brother and his tight ass girlfriend with a raging hard eighteen year young dick, staring down every pair of tits that presented themselves to ya, ya know?
Anyways, I didn’t fall in love with Camp Cauldron because of the girls wearing bikinis. You could find that about anywhere and I did. No, I fell in love with Camp Cauldron because of one thing; the bath houses. I tell you what, I had been to a lot of campgrounds in my day but Camp Cauldron was home of the cleanest, most spacious and by far most private bath houses I had ever had the pleasure of using. I remember the first time I used that bath house. Took a nice long, hot shower at about 8:45 p.m. on a weeknight. Which was odd because I never really took showers at night but in this particular camp, me and the family had to drive a few minutes to get to the bath house from our campsite.
And this particular evening my older brother, his girlfriend and I were all up and ready to wash the day off ourselves at about the same time. Now this being about 2009 one would assume that rubbing one out with the help of my personal spank bank loaded onto my iPod Touch would have been no problem. But my parents had this rule about no iPods or phones or any of that on camping trips. So, for the last three or four days of this particular trip my balls we’re bluer than my older brother’s girlfriend's eyes.
Amalie...
Amalie, in the bath house next to me just a couple of feet away through the shower walls. Amalie, with her beautiful blue eyes and beautiful big ass. Well it wasn’t so much that it was big, but that it was shaped like a cartoon heart. This perfect, lightly tanned, heart shaped ass was butt naked just a foot or two away from me. Just the thought of her washing every square inch of her petite teen body had me harder than wet coquina shells. She was all alone in that shower just massaging water and soap onto herself. Probably touching herself a little bit too just to ease the stress of this family vacation. But still all alone in there with no one to share it with. No one to help her get clean or to help her relax or to relax... themselves.
The sound of loud rushing water droplets in my shower stall gave me a soothing environment to think.
No… there’s no way.
I mean, I guess…
There’s probably…
Yeah, there’s got to be a way for me to...
But, how the hell was I supposed to do it? My brother was in the stall behind me showering away probably relaxed as all hell with all the field trips he and Amalie took down to the spring alone, while I was stuck playing cards with Ma and Dad at the campsite. I was so jealous, so angry and so fucking horny. I couldn’t take it. I devised a plan.
The plan was to leave the water of my shower running so as to not alert anyone of my absence. Squeeze my little one hundred pound body underneath the shower stall. Run over to the girl’s bath house, since it was dark, I assumed no one would be able to see my gender and sound an alarm. Then I’d pop into the stall behind Amalie, in exactly the same way my brother was behind me right now. Hop up onto the shower bench and peer over the wall’s dividing her stall from mine. And finally get a glimpse of that beautiful heart shaped ass, among other things; I hoped.
I knew I didn’t have a lot of time to do this dirty deed so I made a split decision to go for it. Without hesitation I started crab walking underneath my shower stall door and as soon as I saw there was no one else in the men’s bathroom, besides me and my brother, I bolted out the door. As soon as I took my first step outside I quickly scanned the campgrounds to see if I could find anyone walking around or sitting outside on their campsite. Either it was too dark to make out any faces or there was no one out there so again I bolted around back to the girl’s side of the bath house. I stopped at the door, I could hear the sound of Amalie’s shower water running and big globs of freshly scented soap and water hitting the shower floor. I scanned the inside of the girl’s bathroom as best as I could without walking in.
Then I saw that the stall behind Amalie was empty. I wasn’t going to waste the opportunity for my plan to work perfectly so I very quietly but quickly walked over to the stall. Opened the door, shut it and locked it behind me. My heart was pounding, but my cock was pounding even harder. I was almost within arms reach of a sexy, young, wet, bare ass naked girl and I was going to get my first nut of the trip. I quickly positioned my feet on top of the shower bench so no one would know I was in there and braced myself for the experience of a lifetime. I took one deep breath, adjusted my cock and began to stand myself up from my crouched position very slowly. After what felt like hours, I reached the top of the wall where the tiny opening between the shower stall and the ceiling provided an open view into Amalie’s stall. I moved my eye line up just enough to see over into her stall. And…