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Chapter 2: Morning shower
The next morning, Charlotte woke up with the sound of hundreds of birds crying and singing like there was no tomorrow. She checked to see how dry her clothes were by now, and she was not happy. They would need to dry while she was wearing them, and that did not feel like a nice way to start the day. Well, she wanted to explore the little lake with the waterfall higher in the valley for bathing anyway, she could let her clothes dry there a little bit longer.
She fetched her cleaning rag and soap and started walking up the valley again. She walked with her legs apart a bit to prevent roughening her skin on her still, much too wet underclothes. Walking this way was awkward, but that was not the only thing bothering her right now. A couple of times as she looked around her; she felt as if someone was observing her. This feeling did not wear off till she stood on the sandy skirts of the small lake.
Charlotte was quite sure she was being followed but pondered what to do about it. She had looked forward to taking her sweet time washing herself. She wanted to visit the village and take a tour of the main valley today. But, she was not in a hurry to start while still wearing half wet clothing.
She considered if calling out would help finding the spotter or if she should walk around to try to find him. There were far too many places to sneak around here with the rather dense trees and foliage around, and she did not want to make a fool out of herself.
Well darn it, she just would do what she had planned. If someone was that interested to watch, let it be for now. More careful than she would usually do, she found a handy bush to hang her clothes on so she could easily spot them from in the water.
Then she stripped and hung her clothes up to dry some more. Armed with only her cleaning rag and soap she stepped in the water with the feeling of someone looking at her intensely. It had to be a man. As she could not think it was Bryan or Rob, it would have to be a totally unknown man.
The water was not deep and was rather cold, she was partly grateful it was not deeper, but it did only block half her calves from view. She was really giving a show to someone. She stepped under the small waterfall; it was warmer than the main stream and felt as good as she had hoped it to be.
She wondered if she would be able to concentrate on the viewer enough to tell her his exact spot but thought against it immediately. When in a tight spot she could muster that sort of thing, but it would drain her energy a lot; it was not worth it. She started with her normal washing routine which included soaping, scrubbing and washing off her breasts, armpits, legs, and vagina.
She was feeling aroused by showing off all of her body that clearly to someone she had not even seen once. Turning herself to the rocks to be less open for inspection was not an option because she wanted to keep a clear sight on her clothes. The spectators intentions were somewhat clear, but if it involved taking her clothes she would certainly do something about it.
Knowing what she knew of her struggle with Bryan the previous day, Charlotte thought up a plan to turn this situation around. When things got heated up, he clearly could not keep his breathing under check. There was some background noise here from falling water but not so loud to muffle every sound once she was out of the water. Hearing him breathe directly would make finding his exact spot almost too easy.
She was not in a hurry to put her plan into action though. The only reason she could think of to make haste was that she was holding on to her soap. It was quite sturdy but was now getting softer from the water falling around her. After taking too long, it would dissolve in the water and she did not plan on creating or trading soap in the near future. To really enjoy this water, for a long time at a stretch, she would need to get a leather pouch that was oiled on the inside and put the soap directly into it after use.
She let the water stream over her but was thinking about what she intended to do afterwards, and in anticipation she massaged her legs and breasts. She stayed clear of her womanhood though; that was part of her surprise for her current admirer.
She stroked her breasts with her fingers spread a bit to excite her already hardened nipples even further. Her entire breasts were feeling larger and definitely stood up more than usual, the combination of the cold water and her massaging had an immense effect on them. She knew the effect of cold water in the morning but had not tried to stimulate them at the same time before. Somehow she felt a lot less awkward than she had earlier.
Then the need of her scheme faded as she could suddenly feel the heat of the man looking at her. She noticed he was lying under a bush further away than she had thought. She could not detect much from him other than his projected passion but could surely recognise a distinct aura. She had him under her spell, he could still back down, but she would definitely be able to find him again in the future.
Waves from her reaction to his passion swept through her making her feel very hot. The heat from her aroused body compensated nicely for the cold of the water. Look at me as much as you like scum-bag, you are mine now. He would not turn away, he would not move to relieve himself, he was trapped in a web. Small jerks of anticipation emitted from her vagina, but she still did not touch anywhere near it. This was starting to feel good, this way of communication without words, really had a charm to it.
She was aware that his new bond to her was also partially the other way around. In the future, she would really like to return to this current feeling again, and the best way to accomplish that was with him looking her all over, again.
Now was the time to leave the water or she would lose too much precious soap. But the main act of the show would only begin with this. Her legs felt weak when she waded forward onto the sand and lay down to let her body dry in the already slightly warmer sunshine.
She pulled up her legs and spread them, turned precisely in his direction. She could almost feel the water steaming on her hot skin. She heard a gasp from him as she had anticipated, though it was not needed anymore to detect his position. His breathing sounded lighter than she had thought, this was a man but probably still mostly a boy.
She really wanted a release for herself now, so she put two fingers in her vagina again just like last evening. Had the water of the fall somehow ended up in her vagina? She felt really wet inside, drops from it were dangling from her fingers when she moved them out again and the inside felt much more smooth. Unintended she let out a soft moan.
With one hand she was stroking her clitoris and the other was moving in and out rapidly. Her breath was not controllable anymore so an unpredictable pattern of moans and heavy breathing was audible above the running water.
Her leg and abdomen muscles were moving on their own accord now lifting her bottom from the sand often and pushing it back directly after. Then she felt a familiar spasm, again running through her body, it was heavier than the last time. Together with it some type of fluid was gushing out of her body; her hands were soaked by it. It seemed even she had more to learn about the machinations of her own body.
Knowing that he would not move away anytime soon, she let her body cool down somewhat before she sat up and looked straight at his current hiding spot. "Come forward boy, let me have a look at you."
A heavy gasp of air made it clear he realised he had no chance to get out of this. She saw a figure moving reluctantly towards her. It was a young man with big eyes, a red face, and short almost black hair. He had no beard and only a small moustache on his rather pretty face. He sat up and immediately she noticed a wet spot on the front of his trousers. Charlotte was sure though he had not relieved himself yet, that same burning passing was still behind those eyes.
"What is your name boy and what is your explanation on your presence here." The sun combined well with her after glow, she was not angry at him, but she still would not let him get away with this very easily. His eyes often darted down from her face to the rest of her body he was surely not much in control of himself.
"I am Brendon. Brendon Stone from the near village," was his first reply and continued after a pause in which he hoped on a distraction. "Yesterday evening I saw Bryan coming into the village and I wanted to know what had happened and who it was that did that to him."
A bit surprised Charlotte asked further, "What did you see then? What do you think I did to Bryan?"
