“Okay … open,” he says softly.
And when I do, I’m stunned.
My jaw drops as I look around and marvel at my surroundings.
From a steep cliff, a waterfall cascades down into the small lake below. Colorful trees and flowers surround the entire area, serving as a canopy to shelter from the scorching sun during the day. Birds and insects chirp all around us. A small ledge leads up to the waterfall, a natural diving board, and there’s something behind it in the corner.
“What do you think?” he asks, cocking his head as he watches my reaction.
“It’s beautiful,” I reply, still not sure how to respond.
The grin that appears on his face is nothing short of perfect.
“Come,” he says, grasping my hands and pulling me along up to the ledge.
Right at the top, there’s a small wooden cabin underneath part of the waterfall. Water pours in through a tiny hole, draining along the sides of the rock.
It’s … a handmade shower.
Flabbergasted, I stare at him and say, “You made this?”
He nods. “I’ve been working on it for a while now … for you.”
“Oh …” A blush spreads on my face, which I try to hide by rubbing my cheeks. “I don’t know what to say … but thank you.”
“You like it?”
He’s asking if I like it? I almost want to cry. He went through all that trouble just to make a shower for me?
“I didn’t want you to feel bad … being here,” he adds, swallowing.
In an instant, I wrap my arms around his body and hug him tight. I’m not thinking, and I don’t want it to stop. I love this. It’s a small comfort, but it’s more than I thought I’d ever have. And he made it for me.
“Thank you …” I mumble as I quickly pull away again, my entire face as red as a strawberry.
He nods again and points at the shower. “Go on then.”
“What? Now?” I say, looking down at myself. I’m still dressed. “I don’t want my clothes to get wet.”
He shrugs. “Then take them off.”
My lips part, but I have no idea how to respond.
All I can do is stare in amazement.
Did he actually just tell me to take off my clothes?
“What?” I repeat, for clarification.
“Take ’em off.”
He’s serious. He’s dead serious, and that stern stare almost makes me want to do it.
But no, my morals have to get in the way again.
“No,” I say, folding my arms. “I’m not going nude …”
He frowns and shrugs again. “Suit yourself.”
He seems genuinely disappointed as he turns back around again. As if he’s upset that I won’t try his makeshift shower even though I want to. I just can’t … not when he’s watching.
“I’ll do it,” I say.
He stops in his tracks and glances over his shoulder, waiting for more.
“But you can’t watch,” I add.
His shoulders rise and fall, and he gives me a quick nod. “I’ll be down there.” He points at the small lake. “If you need me.”
“Yeah …”
Wait, do I need him? No. Maybe.
Fuck. I don’t. I don’t know anything anymore.
I peek at the shower, but my eyes still revert to him. And they stay there … glued … because he’s untying the rope around his waist.
And the banana leaves drop to the ground.
My eyes widen.
Butt naked and in its full glory.
Cheeks squeezed together, thighs muscular and thick.
And an enormous dick dangling between his legs.
I struggle to keep my tongue inside … struggle to even breathe properly.
Until he glances my way.
In shock, I quickly dive behind the wood and grasp my chest. As if that will help me from having a heart attack after being caught staring at a naked man.
And what a man he is … Wow. I still can’t get that image out of my mind, and I don’t even wanna try. All I can do is grin as I start undressing, wishing I wasn’t so easily persuaded to ogle a man because of his dick.
But Jesus Christ … that dick.
Accompanying Song: “Muddy Waters” by LP
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She looked.
I’m not even guessing. It’s a fact.
I saw her staring at my cock with hunger in her eyes. She’s sneaking glances at every opportunity she has. It’s not an accident or a coincidence. It’s deliberate.
And she’s still trying to hide it.
I grin, shaking my head. Women. They’re such complicated creatures. I don’t think I’ll ever understand them.
One moment, she pushes me away, fighting me, and the next, she’s clambering for attention, trying to get closer.
I wish I could ask her to make up her mind, but it’s not going to be that easy. She probably doesn’t even know what she wants yet, which is why I’ve decided … I’m going to make it easier for her.
Going nude wasn’t to tease her or scare her. This is just how I take baths. I’m not ashamed of my body and she shouldn’t be either. I’m sure her body is as soft and perky as I imagine it to be. Her curves can’t be hidden under clothes.