Date: Wed, 24 Feb 88 15:01:11 EST
Subject:  Submission (so to speak) from Tiffany
To: alternates@dadla.TEK.COM
 
The campground is quiet in mid week, and the sun is warm through
the trees.  You slept very late after yesteday's hike, and now
you walk to the showers, enjoying the mingled smells of balsam and
fir, woodsmoke and frying bacon.
 
The building housing the showers is small. There are only two
stalls and a reversible sign on the door for Men/Women.  You knock
on the door, as the sign shows the wrong flavor; getting no answer,
you flip the sign over so it's right and go in.  You are alone.
You drop your clothes in the dressing area and take your soap
and shampoo into the nearest stall.
 
The hot water feels marvelous coursing down your body and you begin
to use the soap more as a lubricant than a cleanser.....rubbing,
smoothing, touching.  Your eyes close as you begin to build a
fantasy and feel the excitement rising. The sun coming through the
skylight, the water running, the soap slipping are very very
sensual.  You hear your own moans begin as your hands move around
your ass, your shoulders, your thighs, your belly.
 
Suddenly a chill breeze hits your back; the curtain has been pulled
open and you feel someone else come into the stall with you. You
try to turn quickly to protest, but strong hands hold you in place
and one hand covers your eyes.  You feel warm breath against your
neck and another warm breath at your crotch.  So, you think, there
are at least two.  Part of your brain is sorting through options,
wondering how to get out of here without getting hurt.  It is
frightening; nothing bad ever happens in the woods, does it?
 
Another part is fascinated.  How did they know you were in here? Do
they know you at all? Why are they doing this?
 
And another part is too far along in fantasy, the excitement too
built up to lose it now.  This part is urging back against the
body behind you, bending a bit, still moaning under the sound of
the water.
 
There is now one hand at your waist holding you, and only one other,
over your eyes, still.  The breath is still warm on your genitals,
arousing you even further.  You feel more soap now, on your legs,
around your crotch, on your ass, working into the crack and you
think "No! Not there! Oh god, no...." but you don't say anything
because by now you need to come very badly.  Hands begin to work
the soap over and around your crotch, bringing you very close to
orgasm.  Fingers are working at your asshole, working the soap in,
moving you gently back and forth.
 
You bend over farther, wanting more, wanting it now.  You feel
your climax starting from the handwork in front of you and urging
back even farther moan "now, please.... now...oh, please....".
Your wish is granted.  You feel a hard cock slide gently into your
ass, begin pumping in time to your own cumming.   You cum wildly,
as strong as you ever remember, groaning with the joy of it.
 
By now, the hand is away from your eyes, but the warm water still pours
down, obscuring your vision.  And you don't *want* to look.  You keep
your eyes closed, feeling the cock fucking you, harder now, wondering
when it will be done, wondering if you WANT it to be done, keeping your
eyes closed, not knowing who is in front of you or who behind.  Soon
enough the man in your ass begins to spasm, pumping you full, leaving
you sated.  The hands in front are gentle now, coming down.  You
slump against the back wall for support as the cock slides out and
away.
 
By the time you open your eyes and turn off the water, you are alone
in the building.  You wonder if it was only a fantasy, but then you
finger your ass and feel the cum dripping out.  It was real.
 
Walking back to your tent, you look curiously at the other campers.
Was it you?  Or you?  Or perhaps you?
 
(Enjoy, lovers....Tiffany...)