The feeling, when it finally gets there is electric. Her thighs are so slick from being so wet all day in that skirt, with nothing to soak it up except a teeny tiny thong and the contrast between the water and her juice is extremely erotic. Incredibly dirty in a way she never feels. Sure she flirts, but she's never been this wet. Never wanted it this bad.
As her fingers start to swirl over her clit, she knows it won't be long. She's going to cum. Right here in this public shower on a public campground. Lacey bites down on the hand that was pinching her nipples to try to keep from crying out. She falls to her knees, her fingers slipping down into her pussy, first one and then two, stretching her hyper-tensed walls, making sparks flutter down her spine. She's going to cum. She's going to cum! Cole's face, looking down at her on the dock flashes through her memory and Lacy explodes. It's the biggest orgasm she's ever had.
Bonelessly, she stands and puts two more quarters in the slot. At some point, though Lacey can't remember when, the water ran out. And the other girl left. Lacey rinses off, giggling a little at the thought that she was so wrapped up in making herself cum that she literally didn't even notice the water shutting off. Who even does that? It's like some ridiculous line she'd read in a sleaze story.
Despite her giggling, Lacey feels more relaxed than she has since she got on the plane to fly out here. She finally feels calm and in control of herself in a way she hasn't since Cole came up behind her earlier that day. Was it really just earlier that day that he had leaned down to whisper that warning in her ear? That she smacked her head on the bus-top? Seems like a long and vivid daydream.
Lacey grins ruefully to herself as she dries off in the cold air of the women's room. Half of her is embarrassed that someone might walk in at any moment, but most of her is comforted by the idea that, surely, if someone did come in, it would only be another woman. Its not like she has anything that they don't. Still, the thrill of being seen so soon after she's cum, with the flush still painted over her chest, is a guilty thrill that she can't resist. Maybe because Cole was all talk.
Bolstered by this thought and the reckless feeling it leaves behind, Lacey decides not to wear anything under her tank top or sleep shorts for the walk home. Between her wet hair and the coolness of the air outside, Lacey's nipples tighten. She likes the way they look, pebbled in the dark. She revels in the feeling of looking good in a way she doesn't normally. The long line of her legs and the wide curve of her hips. The way her waist clinches in, her nearly flat stomach... She knows she's pretty, but somehow, tonight, she feels stunning. Even if Cole didn't take her bait. Fuck him. She's beautiful and he should be drooling like all the other boys she knows. Family or no, he still has a cock, right?
She feels a rush between her legs at the thought of his cock. His thick, hard cock. She giggles a little and closes her eyes. This time, without the driving need to cum, the memory of his cock buried in her soaked pussy flushes her all over and only adds to the euphoria she feels. So what if she'll never feel it again? SHE liked it and that's all that matters.
Lacey is so wrapped up in herself and her memories that she literally runs into someone. Someone tall and well-built. Cole. Her heart rate ratchets up and her breath catches.
"Whoa, Cuz," Cole teases. "Tryin to knock me over?"
"What are you doing out here? I told you I was fine." She can't help the vicious way it comes out. She's blushing and it pisses her off. How dare he make her feel this way, threaten her and then turn her down! Who does he think he is, showing up after making her walk here alone?
The blush on her face, the way her words come out... She's never that hateful when she's not nervous. He knows.
His voice hardens. "You've been gone almost an hour, Lace. Everyone went to bed, so I came to see what kept my little liar gone." He wants her to know he remembers. That he won't let it go.
"Just taking care of what you left unfinished, Cousin," How dare he bring that up?!
She's waiting for him to grab her hair again. Jerk her head back. Make her apologize. What she's not prepared for is the sting she feels when he slaps her. Or the tingle she feels when he does.
