April was breathing heavily and I could feel her fingers working her clit while my tongue slid in and out of her. Marnie was panting on top of me and I could feel her muscles contracting around my cock. I had been on the edge from the start and so when I knew that she was cumming I moaned into April’s pussy and let loose inside Marnie. Spurt after spurt jetted inside her, with my cock tensing and releasing over and over. April came as well, suffocating me again as she ground her orgasm into my face. And then both girls dropped down on top of me, panting and stroking each other’s hair.
Eventually they sat up and, smiling wickedly at each other, looked around for their clothes and started to dress. I watched them with growing unease.
“Ah, so you’re going to let me go now?”
They exchanged another glance.
“Do you think he learned his lesson about perving on girls?”
“Oh god no,” Marnie said. “If anything, I think we encouraged him.”
And they walked out of the van, pulling the door closed behind them.
Marnie returned a few minutes later, chuckling all the time she was undoing the knots. I was less than amused. She left me with a kiss on the forehead and I was asleep shortly afterwards.
***
The summer heat always woke me early in the caravan. I was up with the sun on Sunday morning, exhausted but in a good way. I stripped the bed and filled a plastic bag with munchy detritus and went inside to do a load of washing. The moment the water started pumping into the machine, I heard a squeak from the bathroom. I quickly turned off the load and made my way to the bathroom door, stopping outside.
“Sorry!” I said. From inside, I could hear the shower going.
“It’s ok,” came Catherine’s voice. “It was just a shock. Hey, er… Could you stick your head in for a bit?”
I looked around. The last thing I needed was for Ella to see me entering the bathroom with her friend in the shower. But it sounded like, as normal, the rest of the girls were fast asleep. I opened the door and stuck my head in.
The hot water had steamed up the glass of the shower, so all I could see was a glorious naked shape. But it was enough that I was instantly hard again.
“What’s up?” I asked, pressing my fingers against my cock to try and put it back in its place. No luck.
“Um, two things,” Catherine said, moving towards the glass and rubbing a little circle at face height. She saw me and smiled that impish grin. “Firstly, I forgot to grab a towel when I came in. Could you grab me one?”
“Can do. What’s the other thing?”
“Oh, your sister said she had some special shampoo that I could use, but I couldn’t see it and don’t want to wake her up. Do you know what she was talking about?”
I did. Ella had found this shampoo in one of her funky street ‘zines. It was all natural this and balancing that and she spent too much of her Donut King pay check on it.
“Oh, yeah, the wonder shampoo. I’m surprised she’s letting you touch it. It’s under the sink. Do you want…” I paused, not sure whether I wanted to ask. But the piano incident the day before was pretty telling. “Did you want me to pass it in?”
Catherine rubbed at the glass again to clear the fog from her face circle. Her eyebrows were raised in mock surprise.
“Oh, but you might see something!”
“God forbid,” I said, opening the bathroom cupboard under the sink. I found the shampoo and held it up. “The wonder shampoo!”
“Well, I can hardly use this 3-in-1 body wash you seem to think is ok for hair maintenance. OK, bring it over. But-” she narrowed her eyes, which sparkled. “You’ll need to keep your eyes closed.
I sighed inwardly but nodded. She gave a little laugh at the obvious disappointment on my face. “Come on then.”
I walked up to the shower door, enjoying the foggy silhouette. She placed her hand on the door.
“Right. Eyes closed, Mister.”
I sighed aloud this time and closed my eyes. “OK, but under protest.”
“Oh, believe me, I know,” she said. I closed my eyes. “How many fingers am I holding up?” she asked.
“Three?”
“Not even close. OK, I’m opening the door.”
A warm rush of air puffed out of the shower as the door opened. The sound of water was louder. I held up the bottle.
“Here you go,” I said.
“Thanks. Just hand it in. Don’t want you opening your eyes and seeing my naked arm.”
“Ha,” I said. I reached into the shower cubicle holding the shampoo. My hand and arm were showered in warm water. And then a hand covered mine and the bottle was lifted from my grasp. I started to pull my hand out, but Catherine held onto it. My eyes opened involuntarily. She was watching me and she gave a little gasp.
“I knew you couldn’t be trusted!” she said, grinning. “Lucky I didn’t reach out for the shampoo. She tweaked my hand with her fingers inside the shower. “But you are allowed one mistake. Now close your eyes.”
I did as I was told. Inside the cubicle, I could feel warm water flowing over my fingers and warm fingers stroking my hand.
“Just a little thank you for your service,” Catherine said, and her hand guided mine sideways and my fingers touched a smooth expanse of slippery, wet skin. I let my hand spread out and slide gently over her belly and then upwards until a reached the underside of her breasts. Water cascaded onto my hand as I slid it over the curve and then I was cupping her breast and she gave a little gasp of pleasure. I slid my thumb over her nipple, which was stiff with excitement. Catherine moved forward and my hand was trapped between her breast and the glass.
And then I felt fingers on the outside of my boxer shorts, and along the ridge of the opening on the front, and then her hand, still warm and wet from the shower, slid into my boxers and wrapped itself around my shaft. I gasped and she murmured appreciatively.
My thumb rubbed her nipple against the glass and she ran her hand up and down my cock. I had been so infatuated with this girl for years and it finally seemed like something was going to happen.
And then her hand came free of my boxers, and she pulled away from my hand in the shower, and my eyes popped open in surprise and dismay and she was pouting at me through her little fog free circle in the glass.
“You opened your eyes!” she said accusingly. “Well then, I guess you should toddle off and get me my towel.”
“Minx,” I said, realising that she was just teasing me. That was fine. I knew something would happen now. It was just a matter of when.
“Meow,” she retorted, and I backed out of the bathroom to grab her a towel. I hung up the towel and made to leave, before noticing that there was a second fog free spot on the window now, in the shape of a perfect breast. I smiled at the glimpse of nipple I caught through the glass, water droplet gleaming at its tip. And then Catherine shooed me out of the room.
In revenge, I turned the washing machine back on.
***
Ella and her friends headed to the beach on that scorching Sunday, and as much as I wanted to be a part of that visual feast, I was one: not invited, and two: had to go to a work shift at the local Village cinema.
It was late when I returned and there wasn’t any movement inside the house. I was annoyed. My replacement hadn’t shown up and the boss had asked me to stay on for a second shift. It was good money and I got to sit through most of a Scream marathon, but this was the last night of the weekend sleepover and I had hoped to sneak a bit more time with Catherine before she headed up to Canberra for university. Especially after both morning encounters. I really thought something might happen.