As Charles and I walked back out of the forest towards the tiny cabin, I was smiling and a quick glance sideways told me he was too. My body was tired from less sleep than normal but because of all of this sex, this completely satisfying physical exertion was making up for years of nothing worthwhile in my marriage, I could live with being tired.
We walked down the trail back to the cabin. When we got close I reached back and swatted his ass just for fun. I was in a good mood, happy and felt like he had given me his dick like he was doing it for my pleasure, not just his.
"Are there any wet naps or baby wipes inside? I need to clean up a little." I was sweaty and had evidence of his passion down below my waist.
"Go take a shower."
"There is no shower in there, I think I would have seen it," I said mocking him. The cabin was tiny.
"It's an outdoor shower in the back. Shit, we're not uncivilized here. Go on back there, get started and I will bring you some shampoo," Charles pretended to be angry with me.
I went behind the cabin and there was a three sided wood framed shower. It had what appeared to a solar powered water tank on top and a nozzle coming off of it. The doorway was open, no door, but the so called walls on three sides only covered where my torso was, my head and legs visible to the animals and trees. There was a bench outside next to it. I sat down and pulled off my boots and socks and as I stood up Charles walked up carrying a plastic basket containing mini bottles of body wash and shampoo. Some were manly, good smelling soap for him and a couple of more girly ones like I normally use. He had either planned this too or had had other female guests.
He walked away and I stepped inside the shower and began spraying myself. The water was warm but not hot and felt great on my body. Relaxing under the water my mind drifted off and I was thinking about feeling more alive than I had in years. Kind of basic but it was the sex, the fucking I had gotten and also given. Some women may enjoy only being on their back or their knees but I knew that I wanted to both give and receive. Plowing Charles' ass last night with the strap on dildo gave me such an incredible feeling of power and control. But I also wanted him, or someone, to bend me over, grab my hips and fuck me silly and that just happened over the tree!
I was aware that my hands had been washing my skin and were lingering on my boobs and nipples while my brain was wandering back to all of the sex so far. No sponge or wash cloth in the basket. I squirted some body wash into my hands and started to lather up. Rubbed soap on my legs, down by my feet, working my way up. I bypassed my pussy because the water falling on my tits felt wonderful so I massaged them again, this time with lots of soap. My nipples were very hard from the water, my massaging them and even the fucking I took a little bit ago. I think my nipples had been hard since we got to this cabin in the middle of nowhere.
Suddenly I had the weird sense that someone was close by and I was being watched. I turned around and looked through the doorway of the shower. Charles was sitting in a folding chair about ten week away, just watching me wash myself. He hadn't said a word. He now had a shirt and shorts on but I could clearly see his erection. I had an audience. I turned my back to him and continued washing myself but now I moved a little. There was suddenly music playing in my head, slow sexy music and my hips swayed. My hands moved up and down my tits and added more soap. To this point I had not gotten my hair wet but I threw my head back and turned back to face Charles. As my left hand was wetting down my hair, my right hand crept down my stomach and in between my legs. I was a bit concerned my pussy was going to become sore after all the use she'd gotten in the last day or so and maybe I should ease up a little. But with my biggest fan only a few feet away I knew I had to give him a good show.
I twirled around under the spray and kept my eyes closed as the soap was rinsed off my tits. My fingers had found my clit and I started an up and down rubbing motion. After rubbing for thirty seconds or so I would thrust a finger into my pussy, withdraw it and then jam two fingers back in. Clit, pussy, clit, pussy. An orgasm was building inside of me from rubbing my clit for sure, but I was really hyped up knowing that he was watching every move I made. I reached up and grabbed my tits with both hands and shook my ass a little more. I couldn't remember ever masturbating for someone like this. Maybe I just stop my little dance, call him into the shower and have him fuck me. No, my hands are going to finish what I started. I was enjoying this tremendously, it was sexy and felt slutty. I was very wet and not from the water and body wash.
I peeked out at Charles again and he hadn't moved, still transfixed to my naked dancing form. Still sporting a sizable hard on.
I wanted my orgasm. I brought two fingers from my right hand back to my pussy, curled them upward and went searching for that fun spot. It's not as easy to twirl with fingers inside of you so I stopped when I was facing him. I locked my eyes onto him and wiggled both fingers in and up. Almost there. A little more. Keeping my eyes open was getting difficult but I wanted to watch him as he saw me cum. The water spraying down on me made enough noise that I don't think he could hear me meowing and even grunting slightly. But as the waves of pleasure overpowered me I let out a series of increasingly louder "Yes, yes, YES" screams. Oh damn, that was hot, performing for him, and me.
When I could open my eyes I saw that the chair was empty and he was gone. I rubbed myself down under the water one last time to make sure I got all the soap off.
"Any chance I can get a towel over here?" I shouted.
He was already walking towards me holding two towels. I should have known he would have thought of that. He thinks of everything. When he got to the shower he whispered for me to turn around and then he proceeded to do the sexiest thing ever. He gently dried me off. First my hair, he patted it and squeezed it and in the end wrapped in up in the first towel. Next he softly dried the rest of me, from head to toe. Taking care to dab every inch of me, this wasn't sexual exactly, this was pampering. Caring. When he felt I was sufficiently dry he asked me if I was ready.
"Ready for what?" I asked.
"Ready to relax," he replied.