Chapter 3
3
KELSEY
T he shower was already going when I stepped into the men’s side of the campground facilities building. It was fairly small—four stalls for showers and four stalls for toilets, along with some urinals on the wall to my left.
I came to a stop in the large dressing area, my knees wobbly as I stared at the reflection in the mirror to my right. This was happening. I was losing my virginity in a public shower.
Every nerve in my body was tingling at that point. This was absolutely the most adventurous, exciting thing I’d ever done, and it was with the hottest man on the planet.
Clothes. I was wearing too many of them. I’d headed to my tent as he walked in this direction, mostly to throw off anyone who might be watching. There was no one around that I could see, but we couldn’t be too careful. But one look through my suitcase reminded me I had not a single thing sexy to wear. Even my underwear was boring as all get-out. No, the only way to be sexy for him was to strip off every item of clothing I had on before he saw me again.
I stepped into one of the bathroom stalls to take my clothes off, stacking them while I looked around for a place to set them. Finally, I came out and put them on the counter with the sinks.
Now that I was naked, I deliberately avoided checking out my reflection, but the fear was still there. What if he didn’t like the sight of me naked? What if he was disappointed? What if my breasts weren’t quite perky enough or my thighs were a little too full for his liking?
I shut out all that mental chatter as I stepped into the changing part of the shower stall. He’d pulled the curtain between that changing area and the shower itself, so I couldn’t see him from here. It was probably for the best. Now it would be too late to turn back after I got a look at that perfect body.
The sound of my hammering heart threatened to drown out the shower spray as I took the final steps toward the shower. Then I reached up and squeezed my eyes shut, jerking back the curtain.
When I opened my eyes, I saw Zachary’s back was to me, his face in the water as it poured down from a small shower head. His hips, his legs, his broad, muscular shoulders…all of it was just perfect.
I cleared my throat to get his attention, then immediately regretted it. His eyes widened, then his expression softened as he stared at me. When his gaze lowered to my breasts, I battled the urge to cover them, but any shyness I might’ve felt over a man seeing me naked for the first time was gone once I saw the look in his eyes. Yes, he definitely liked what he saw.
“Do you have room for company?” I asked.
I was going for a flirtatious tone, but there was a shakiness to my voice. I just hoped he couldn’t hear it over the shower spray.
He turned fully around, and I saw it. I tried not to stare, but he had an erection, and he was enormous, so it wasn’t like I could ignore it.
“Come here,” he said.
He reached out a hand. I slipped mine into his. With a gentle tug, he pulled me in with him, then let the shower curtain drop back into place, giving us privacy.
I was barely in his arms before his mouth was on mine, his tongue exploring as his hands settled into the small of my back. I melted against him, his erection poking me, his muscular arms feeling so good wrapped around me.
“Turn around,” Zachary said when he finally pulled back to look down at me.
I did exactly as he commanded, shivering a little at the cold seeping in from the other side of the shower curtain. The curtain trapped in most of the heat coming from the shower spray.
But his arms went around me, and the combination of his body heat and his touch had my entire body warming up within seconds. One of his hands cupped my breast and the other went straight to the area between my legs.
When he slid a finger inside me, my back arched and I rested my head against his shoulder, closing my eyes and giving in to the sensations flooding my body. “You’re so beautiful,” he said into my ear.
His words combined with his deep voice brought an involuntary whimper from me as my hips began moving in rhythm with his movements. He planted a trail of kisses along my neck and that sent me flying over the edge.
The feeling was so intense, it had to be an orgasm. I’d heard about it but had never experienced one before. Sensations radiated from that one sensitive spot he was rubbing, and he rubbed it all the way to the end, when I went a little limp in his arms.
Finally, I moved away from him, and he withdrew his hand. I had plans, though, and there was a smile on my face as I knelt to carry them out.
Zachary’s face registered surprise as I boldly took him in my mouth, my hand encircling his shaft and moving with my mouth and tongue. I had no idea what I was doing, but I’d read about blowjobs. I’d even looked at pictures and also discussed them at length with my friends. I’d heard all the tips.
One of those tips came in handy now. If he’s really big, use your hand. Then you don’t have to worry about gagging.
I ran my hand up and down his length, licking, sucking, and stroking until he let out a moan. That moan echoed off the shower walls. I just hoped nobody came along while we were doing this.
But there was an excitement to that. We were in a place where we could easily be discovered. All someone would have to do was stand outside and listen and they’d know exactly what was happening here.
“Come on,” he said, pulling his cock out of my mouth while my hand was still around it.
And then I was on my feet, being urged beyond that shower curtain to the small dressing area in the stall. This area wasn’t private, though. For whatever reason, this tiny space with a narrow bench was visible to anyone walking by.
It wasn’t that way on the women’s side. Maybe we needed a little more privacy when we changed in and out of our clothes.
I turned to see the shower curtain had fallen back into place. But the shower was still going, even though no one was on the other side to enjoy it. Water waste was the last thing on his mind right now, no doubt.
Zachary lifted my left leg onto the bench next to his clothes, coming in for another kiss as he did. Only once he moved around me did I figure out what he was doing. He’d lifted my leg so he could slide inside me.
When he positioned himself behind me, it became clear what he planned to do. “Put your hands on the wall.”
The order was said in the same low but commanding voice he’d used in the shower. I wasn’t normally one who liked being told what to do, but in this case, it was beyond hot.
I did exactly what he said. Right foot on bench, two hands on the wall. He tugged on my hips a little to change my angle, which meant moving my hands a little lower on the wall.
And then I felt his tip at my entrance as he probed, then gently slid inside me. I froze, remembering this was my first time and it was sure to be painful.
Zachary obviously remembered too. Instead of plunging in deep, he stayed near the entrance, nudging and poking slowly as he moved in and out. It didn’t hurt at first—mostly it just felt tight. But gradually, as he pushed his way inside, the pain set in. I closed my eyes and told myself it would pass soon and then this would feel good.
As that thought occurred to me, I felt his lips on my shoulder, planting kisses as his hand returned to that spot from before. He didn’t even move, just stood in that awkward position, sliding his finger over my clit as his cock stayed firmly planted a couple of inches in.
It took a good couple of minutes, but his persistence paid off. Soon, arousal was mixing with pain, and then my thoughts drifted away from the pain altogether. I just closed my eyes and imagined the picture we made—me bent over, legs spread, him slightly stooped behind me as those muscular arms circled my waist, his hand between my legs.
This was super hot. The stuff sexual fantasies were made of. In fact, it would probably fuel my fantasies for years, but hopefully, he’d be in my life for all those years so we could reenact it—and much more.
But I couldn’t think about the future now. All I could think about was the sensation of his fingers moving over my clit, my pussy getting wet for him. I felt him moving inside me, going a little deeper. It was painful, but the pleasure was so intense, the pain turned me on in a weird way.
Maybe this was why some people were into spanking and being whipped. I didn’t know about that. All I knew was this guy was hard for me. And nothing could ever turn me on more.
“That’s it,” he said in a quiet voice. “Open up for me, baby. That’s my girl.”
“Oh, God,” I said as my eyes shuttered closed.
I wanted to hear his voice—moaning, grunting, talking dirty to me. We couldn’t do any of that here. The next time, we’d do it in a bed. Maybe in his home, where we could have all the privacy we needed to have unrestrained sex.
He was still moving slowly, tentatively, but I wanted more. I pushed past the pain, moving myself up and down his length, pushing him deeper and deeper as I gasped. Meanwhile, he kept stroking me, taking me up, up, up, the sound of our bodies slapping together drowning out the shower just inches away from us.
As a second orgasm took over my body, a whimper escaped and I bit my lip, trying to hold back any further noises. My movements on his cock increased until finally, they slowed.
He seemed to get the hint that I was finished, moving his hand to my hip, holding me in place as he slid in and out. He still wasn’t going quite as deep as I’d been going, but it seemed to be all he needed, his frantic movements finally culminating in a loud, “Ahhh” that definitely could have been heard outside the building if anyone had been around.
I didn’t care, though. The sound of him crying out was hot—another moment to add to my future list of fantasies. Or maybe I’d add it to my list of things we had to do again. And again. And again.
And then it was over. In the seconds that followed, it hit me just exactly what we’d done. It was everything I could have possibly imagined it would be, but it was also terrifying.
This guy had seen me at my most vulnerable, and we’d technically just met, but what I felt for him was almost overpowering. It had to be real, right? He wasn’t going to just pull out and walk out of here and never speak to me again.
Oh God. I’d be absolutely devastated if that happened.
I held my breath as he pulled out, saying nothing. I closed my eyes, still not moving despite the fact that I was in a very awkward position against the wall. I didn’t want to look at him, I was so scared of what I’d find there.
“Zach, you in there?”
A male voice rang through the air. Everything else was forgotten as I lowered my leg to the floor and spun to face Zachary. My heart was racing for a completely different reason now, and I was hoping something in Zachary’s expression would tell me everything was going to be okay.
But what I saw there was the opposite. His jaw was clenched, his eyes as wide as mine probably were. He was staring toward the entrance, in the general direction of the voice.
Zachary held up a finger and mouthed “Stay here,” then snatched up his underwear and climbed into it before heading out of the stall. Once he was out of my view, I heard him say, “Hey, Colton.”
That was the difference between men and women. I would’ve made sure I was fully dressed before I headed out of here. Most of the women I knew would too. But men just wandered around in their briefs, not thinking a thing about it.
“You alone in here?” the unfamiliar male voice said
No answer. In fact, the silence stretched so long, I started to wonder if Zachary planned to give away that he wasn’t alone in here. That there was, in fact, a naked woman just inside the stall. A woman whose clothes were still on the sink in plain view of anyone who walked in.
Oh, crap.
I pressed my hands to my chest and looked around frantically. There was nothing to cover up with except his clothes. But that wasn’t the big issue here. The big issue was the fact that all this Colton guy had to do was look to the right and he’d see a woman’s dress blouse on top of a woman’s skirt. There were also some ballet flats on the ground somewhere out there.
“As far as I know,” Zachary said. “Just me taking a quick shower before I head back to work.”
“The boss man has been looking for you. He wants to get the crew together at the Lockwood site this afternoon. Apparently, something’s come up. It’s going to shift around some stuff. Go ahead and take your shower, and I’ll meet you over there.”
Zachary had already taken a shower, but the guy probably assumed he hadn’t, considering the water was still running. I’d looked in that direction and considered turning it off, but that would definitely alert him that someone else was here.
I grabbed up Zachary’s clothes and held them in front of me like a protective barrier as he returned. I wasn’t protecting my nudity from his eyes. I was shielding my heart from whatever was about to happen.
I’d never slept with a man before, but I suddenly understood how it upped the stakes so much more. Being dumped by a guy you just kissed was no big deal. Being dumped by a guy who’d had part of his body inside yours was a different story.
But it wasn’t about that. This was much deeper. This was about feelings I’d had even before I got naked. Yes, if he’d walked out of that bar after lunch and never spoken to me again, I still would have been heartbroken. I might not have known as much about what I was missing out on, but he worked his way into my heart not long after we met.
“I’d better head out and take care of this,” he said, reaching out.
For a heart-stopping second, I thought he was reaching for my hand or maybe inviting me to come closer. But no, he wanted his clothes. The look on his face was all business.
I handed them over with a weak smile. I didn’t want him to know just how much my heart was breaking right now.
“I’ll track you down later,” he said, glancing toward the door. “I think I have a mess on my hands.”
He looked back at me. In that second, something shifted. I knew I was being overly sensitive now. The warmth in his eyes said he’d definitely track me down later.
Everything was fine between us. It was whatever was going on with his job that he had to straighten out.