I'm on a lovely vacation with my in-laws that includes lots of beach days, which means lots of sand, and all ten of us have to try to shower before dinner. Since we're all staying in the same house, it's been hard to find a moment alone to take care of my needs.
Today, after a fun day laying in the sun, taking to the water, and being subjected to at least a few dozen beautiful women in their swimwear, I decided it was time to take care of myself. I offered to shower last to sit in the sun and drink a hard seltzer. I hoped I'd be left alone in the bathroom long enough that it would not be an issue. Fast-forward about 30 minutes, and my mother-in-law gives me bad news.
"The hot water inside is all used up, but the outside shower should still be okay."
It wouldn't be the first time I rubbed one out outside, so what's the problem? Well, the outdoor shower is just fifteen or twenty feet away from the patio and grill, barely concealed behind the corner of the house. Sure, it has three walls and a door built around it, but I'm 5'11'', and the walls only start halfway up my shin and end right above my mouth. I'd be dead to rights if anyone happened to walk too close and see me.
"Sure, no problem," I reply. "I'll go when Anna's done."
As my father-in-law starts the grill, I go inside. Feeling defeated, I gather my things and finish the last of my seltzer before heading back to the patio to wait for my wife to shower. It's only a few minutes before she gives me the go-ahead, and I go to wash up.
Once I get in, I can't help but feel sour about not being able to get myself off. With these thin walls and cramped quarters, Anna and I have barely been able to lay a finger on each other, let alone squeeze in a quick fuck. We usually have sex twice a week, and at this point, we're going on 12 days. Indeed, she must be feeling frustrated, too.
With that thought, my mind turns to my wife, who had just been standing in the same stall moments ago. Was she as horny as I was, needing a quick release? I pictured her 5'2" petite frame under the water; her usually pale, now lightly sunburned, skin wet and glistening. I imagine the droplets from her shoulder-length red hair running over her perky little tits, splitting and curling around her tiny pink nipples before resuming over her flat stomach and past her new tan line to her smoothly shaved pussy. It disappears between her lips.
Did she have her hand buried between her legs? Was she frantically trying to remain quiet and get some much-needed release? Was she, moments ago, biting her bottom lip; circling her clit; curling her toes, and using her free hand to brace against the wall?
Fuck that got me hard. I unconsciously begin stroking myself before being snapped back to reality by the sounds of my extended family and their friends collectively coming out to the patio to set the outdoor tables, open some wine, and begin their mundane discussion of which billionaire they'd invest in next, which vaccine they think had the most significant effect, or whatever it is they talk about.
I thought about taking my hand off my cock, but it's too late now. It is throbbing and begging- no, not begging. It's commanding that it be taken care of. I'm no longer thinking with the head almost fully exposed above the wall of the outdoor shower stall. Instead, I'm at the mercy of the head that is being massaged by my thumb and forefinger just a couple of feet below.
I quickly take my phone out and record a quick fifteen-second video of me stroking myself and panning out to the bucolic forest scenery around me. I definitely want that as a keepsake. I suddenly realize that the towel hooks just a few inches below the top of the wall would make a great place to place my phone and put on something nice to watch. So long as I keep the volume off, there's no risk in that, right?
I quickly opened a secret folder app where I stored my fondest memories and pulled up the folder with my ex, Kelli. God, the things she let me videotape myself doing to her... But the video that draws my eye isn't one I'd made with her. It is one that she'd made with another guy whom she had cheated on me with. It had broken my heart when she sent it to me during our break up months after it was taken, but fuck did it turn me on.
I press play and mount the phone on the wall. The video starts with her already bottomless kneeling on her bed. She slowly peels her pink tank top off before reaching behind her and undoing her bra. Slowly, she drops it lower and lower until her big, juicy tits are exposed. They have apparent tan lines, and I wish I could hear the guy in the video with her, Jason, complimenting them.
I'm stroking furiously now. I know I don't have much time, and everyone's just around the corner getting ready to eat. I can hear them saying it's close, and, for me, it has to be. Without letting go of my now-rock-hard cock, I reach with my left hand and scroll to about two minutes into the twenty-minute video.
Kelli is lying back on her bed, bending her knees and holding her legs apart. Jason's got three fingers in her sopping wet pussy up to the knuckle, and he's slowly moving them in and out while her face tells a story of carnal lust and pleasure.
This is one of my favorite parts. I have to hear it. I reach forward and barely turn the volume up.
"... show you how he should be treating your filthy holes?" Jason finishes a question, and Kelli looks directly into the camera, biting her lip and nodding. Her tan skin is flush, and her cheeks are burning red. "In another week, I bet I can fuck you with my whole hand. You'd like that, wouldn't you? Tell me whose slut you are."
"I'm Jason's slut," Kelli moans. "I'm your fucking slut." She throws her head back and whimpers as he gets his fourth finger in her and resumes slowly massaging them into and out of her.
As wild as I thought she was being with me, and as many times as I've watched this, it still surprises me to see her like this. My cock is twitching, and I'm almost fucking my fist. I can still hear my in-laws talking. I need to fucking cum. I skip ahead closer to the five or six-minute mark.
"... train you properly. Max lets you call that deep-throating?" Kelli is on her knees with her hands locked behind her back. As she pants and gasps for air, her big tits, now shining with her spit, heave up and down, causing them to bounce ever so slightly. Jason grabs her face and brings the camera close. Her eyes are watering just a little. I know this look. That's the birthday blowjob, but I know that what's next still blows my mind. "Do better," he commands her.
"I'm sorry, Jason," she whimpers. I can barely hear it, so I risk turning the volume up a bit more.
"Don't say you're sorry. Show me." Jason guides her opening mouth back to his roughly seven-inch dick. Kelli goes deep, as deep as I had been used to seeing, before pulling back. Jason reaches down and stops her head from retreating any further. "Do you need me to show you how to do it?" he asks.
