Chapter 1: Introduction
Ashley grabbed her towel and toiletry bag and kissed her husband. She left the campsite and walked down the path. It was dark and empty as it was late. At the bathrooms she saw it was shared and only one stall was open. The rest were all sealed off with tape. She was just about to lift the tank top off when she heard the door open. She turned and saw an incredibly attractive man come in. He was tall, with sun-kissed hair and eyes that seemed to sparkle even in the dim light. He was shirtless, wearing only a pair of jeans that hung low on his hips. Ashley felt her stomach flutter as she took him in, his muscles defined and glistening with a thin sheen of sweat.
"Shit," he muttered, running a hand through his hair. "I thought this was the men's room."
Ashley quickly looked away, feeling her cheeks heat up. "It’s coed” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
She quickly looked back, her eyes scanning his body, taking in every inch of him. "Early morning shower runs are limited, I guess."
He chuckled, a low, throaty sound that made Ashley's heart skip a beat. "Right, I guess I should've checked the sign first." He walked over to the sink, turning on the water and splashing his face. "I'm Kyle, by the way."
"Ashley," she replied, her voice a little steadier now. He saw there was only one stall open and asked if she was taking it. "Well, I was hoping to, but I don't want to stand in your way. You're the only other person here” she said.
“We could always shower together” he said boldly.
His eyes scanned her body, lingering on her large breasts. She was wearing a tight tank top that accentuated them.
Ashley’s eyes widened and her breath hitched. “What? No. I’m married.” She stammered.
Kyle laughed, a low, sexy sound. “I’m not suggesting anything kinky, just a shower. I won’t bite” he said grinning. “I promise. We’re both adults.”
Ashley swallowed hard, feeling a mix of excitement and guilt. She knew she shouldn’t, but the thrill of doing something so taboo was intoxicating.
“How about this?” Kyle said, leaning against the sink. “We play a game. If I win, you join me in the shower. If you win, I leave and you get the stall to yourself.”
Ashley raised an eyebrow. “What game?”
Kyle smiled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “If I’m bigger than your husband you take a shower with me”. Ashley's eyes widened in surprise, but she couldn't help the smirk that tugged at the corners of her lips. "You're awfully confident," she said, crossing her arms over her chest. "I think you're bluffing. Besides you are like 19” she said dismissively. Kyle shrugged, his smile never wavering. "Age is just a number, Ashley. And I'm not talking about height."
Ashley felt her cheeks flush, her mind racing with images of what Kyle might be referring to. She took a deep breath, trying to regain her composure. "Fine. You're on” she said. Kyle nodded, “Alright”. He smiled as he unbuckled his pants. He stood confidently in his briefs before dropping them and revealing his flaccid monster cock hanging between his legs. Ashley's eyes widened at the size, her cheeks flushing a deep red. She tried to act nonchalant, but her heart was pounding in her chest “holy fuck that’s huge” she gasped. Kyle laughed and began spinning it around casually “so did I win” he asked. Ashley was still in shock “obviously you won stop gloating” she said. “So what now?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Kyle grinned and held the curtain open for her. “Now, we take that shower together.”
Ashley rolled her eyes. “Fine”. She said. She took her tank top off and her shorts. She stood in her underwear. “Can I just wear this” she asked. He shook his head no laughing.
"It’s a shower, not a fashion show. You gonna strip or do I have to do it for you?" Kyle asked teasingly.
Ashley bit her lip, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement. She reached behind her and unhooked her bra, slipping it off her shoulders. She hesitated for a moment before pushing her panties down over her hips. She stepped out of them, standing completely naked in front of Kyle. She felt a blush creep up her cheeks as she self-consciously covered her breasts with her arms.
Kyle whistled low, his eyes scanning her body appreciatively. “Fuck those are nice titties” he said. Ashley laughed nervously. “Thanks, I guess.”
Kyle shook his head, “Don’t be shy. You should be proud of that body.” He stepped closer to her, his eyes never leaving hers. “You’re gorgeous, Ashley. And don’t think I haven’t noticed how your nipples are hard.”
Ashley felt her cheeks burn even hotter. That was the most blatantly sexual thing anyone had ever said to her outside of her husband. She looked down, realizing that her nipples were indeed hard and pointed.
He gestured for her to get in the shower and he followed. His cock was dangling around and kept smacking her ass as they got under the water. He turned the shower on, the hot water cascading over them. Ashley's breath hitched as the water ran over her body, making her nipples even harder. Kyle reached for the soap, lathering it up in his hands before rubbing it over her shoulders and back.
Ashley closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation of his hands on her body. "You have really strong hands," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
Kyle chuckled, his breath hot on her ear. "I do a lot of manual labor. It keeps me in shape." He Soaped her ass and slid a finger between her cheeks. She gasped.
"Kyle!" she warned, turning her head to look at him. The look in his eyes was intense, hungry. She felt a thrill run through her, a mixture of fear and excitement.
"What?" he said innocently, his fingers still between her cheeks. "I'm just getting you clean."
Ashley swallowed hard, trying to ignore the tingling sensation his touch was causing. "You're playing with fire," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Kyle grinned, his eyes never leaving hers. "I like to live dangerously." He moved his hand around to the front, his fingers brushing against her pussy.
Ashley gasped, her eyes widening in surprise. "Kyle, we can't... I'm married," she stammered, her heart pounding in her chest.
He brushed her hair aside and stared into her eyes. She felt his cock hardening against her stomach. She glanced down and was awe struck. “It’s so fucking big” she muttered. Kyle smirked. “Thanks. I grew it myself.”
Ashley raised her eyebrows. “You’re something else, you know that?”
“I’ve been told,” he said, his fingers still teasing her pussy. "But you're not my wife, are you?"
Ashley bit her lip, feeling a wave of guilt wash over her. "No," she whispered. But... we shouldn't be doing this." “Nothings happening” he said. She rolled her eyes “you’re literally rubbing my pussy as you say that”. Kyle chuckled and withdrew his hand. “Alright, fair point. How about this? We just enjoy each other’s company. No expectations, no strings attached.”
Ashley took a deep breath, her heart still pounding in her chest. She looked into Kyle's eyes, seeing the sincerity there. “Okay,” she said softly. “But just this once.”
Kyle smiled and leaned in, pressing his lips to hers. Ashley hesitated for a moment before kissing him back, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair. His lips were soft and warm, and he tasted like peppermint. He whispered “fuck I bet you give good head” to her., Ashley giggled. “I do, actually. My husband loves it.”
Kyle grinned, “I bet he does.” He reached up and turned the shower off. He handed her a towel. “Here, you might want to dry off.”
Ashley wrapped the towel around herself, her heart still racing. “What about you?” she asked, gesturing to his still rock-hard cock.
Kyle chuckled, “I’ll be fine. I’ll just let it air dry.”
Ashley rolled her eyes. “You’re incorrigible.”
He shrugged. “It’s a gift.”
Ashley smiled, shaking her head. “So about that head” he said grinning. Ashley laughed, “You certainly are direct.”
She bent over to pick up her clothes and Kyle couldn’t help but admire her perfect ass. “Well, I’m not going to mince words. I want you to suck my cock.”
Ashley turned to him, “I can’t do that here. What if someone walked in?”
Kyle shrugged, “Then we’ll just say we’re practicing for a wet t-shirt contest.”
Ashley laughed, “You’re crazy.”
He grinned, “Maybe. But you’re also intrigued.”
Ashley bit her lip, looking around.
The bathroom was empty, and the other stalls were sealed off. She hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. She looked back at Kyle, his cock standing proud and ready. She took a deep breath and knelt down in front of him.
"Fuck, you're gorgeous," Kyle murmured, his hands going to her hair, gently guiding her head towards his cock. Ashley licked her lips, looking up at him. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, feeling its size and heat. It was impressive, more than she'd ever had in her mouth before. She looked up at him, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "You sure you can handle this?"
Kyle chuckled, his eyes dark with desire. "I think I can manage. Just remember, I'm not your husband. I like it a little rougher."
Ashley smirked, opening her mouth and taking the head of his cock in. She swirled her tongue around it, tasting the salty sweetness of his precum.
Kyle groaned, his hands tightening in her hair. "Fuck, that feels good."
Ashley took him deeper, inch by inch, until she felt the head of his cock hit the back of her throat. She gagged slightly but pushed through, determined to take all of him. She looked up at him, her eyes watering, and saw the raw hunger in his gaze.
"That's it," Kyle encouraged, his voice ragged. "Take it all."
Ashley relaxed her throat and took him deeper, feeling him fill her completely. She began to bob her head, sucking and licking as she went.