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JOY IN SHOWERING

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 22 Jun 2003 1 comments
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One reason I enjoy camping so much is that there are so few perceived barriers to whatever JOY might happen, if you know what I mean. Though I'll admit I've never experienced at a campground what I've always imagined could happen. Anticipation is often so much more intoxicating than reality. But think of it. There you can be resting nude in your tent while just yards away is some other camping clan carrying on in full view from your mesh window. And you could be doing so for them, if it were allowed. Maybe I should try clothing-optional camps for more delivery on anticipation. My one sampling of a nudist camp was not, well, wasted time so much as it was unproductive with regard to play. There were few people there, and it was a mixed crowd with a tendency to just drink and chat. Yet I maintain hopes that more naked opportunities will broaden my adventures. The closest I've cum to what I envision could happen while camping was at a bath house. I'd read on a cruising website that this place saw occasional action, so when I was in the area I drove to it one morning for an early shower after a night camping nearby. I arrived about 8am with no one else parked in the lot. But as I sat in the car to ponder if perhaps I should go to the beach and return later, I saw a lone man come into view on the entrance deck where he stood watching what I was doing. Was he some kind of security guy or cop, I wondered? Well, nothing wrong with simply going in for a shower, as that was one of the reasons the bath house was there. When I gathered a towel and change of clothes from my trunk, the guy disappeared. Oh well, I needed the shower after all. I entered the deserted bath house and found a dressing area next to the shower room. I stripped off my super short cutoff jeans, canvas sneakers, socks, and tee-shirt. What fun to be bare again in an unfamiliar, unexplored space. With soap I proceeded to the larger area where there were a half dozen showers around the room in open configuration, and also open to the dressing area. All of it vacant. So I showered and delighted to being so nakedly exposed to anyone who might walk in. Then, to my uncertain surprise, the guy I'd seen outside walked into the dressing area. He slowly took off his clothes while occasionally looking at me in the showers. Whoa, I was getting hopeful. What would happen now? The man had no soap but took the shower on a wall next to mine. That made us close enough to see each other, but not so close that anything might seem lewd to anyone else who entered. He just showered and, off and on, watched. Well, this felt like an exciting, hot encounter to me, and within a few minutes my dick rose to full erection. Now, you know how good that feels, so I turned toward him and flashed my arousal while I continued to dawdle in the shower (though I was long past clean). As he continued to shower and watch, I became more expressive in my body motions and willed my whole self into my engorged penis, prompting it to bounce with visible gaiety. We unashamedly stared at each other's genitals for some time, though his never rose to the occasion. Without emotion, he simply watched me as I became more aggressive in first washing and touching my dick, then progressively stroking it for his visual pleasure (and mine as well). Eventually, I turned a bit toward my shower and came in a series of natural convulsions, aware of his interest that lacked response. We both showered a bit longer, but soon another man entered the dressing room. In my spent, flaccid state I lost the desire to stay. I toweled off, dressed, and hit the road once more. I sometimes wonder what might have happened had I stayed in those showers all morning.