HAPPY CAMPER
Six people, one shower, and one very frisky couple
My boyfriend and I were on vacation in New York with his parents, his sister and her boyfriend. We weren’t in a hotel though, we were camping in his motor home. It’s massive, but it only has one bathroom. One day during the vacation, we both really wanted each other—badly, but with four other people around, we couldn’t really do anything.
Eventually, everyone started getting ready for dinner and all six of us had to take showers. The guys agreed to use the public, semi-outdoor showers. But then my boyfriend got an idea—we let my sister and her boyfriend shower in the motor home, while we headed to the outhouse for some privacy.
The shower was covered in hair, dirt and grime. Albeit gross, the rush of doing it in a public place turned me on. I moaned loudly while my boyfriend covered my mouth, so that the nearby campers wouldn’t hear me. And that’s when we heard the voices of children.
I hopped out of the shower in a panic and reached for my pants, but the steam from the shower had shrunk them so much that I couldn’t get them back on. After struggling to squeeze my way into them for what felt like an eternity, I was met with hysterical laughter from my boyfriend and an audience of 9-year-old campers.
As we arrived back to the motor home, the look on the faces of my boyfriend’s family said it all. Come to find out, we had been gone for over an hour just to “shower” and word had spread about the couple getting it on in the out house quicker than a wildfire.
To avoid an awkward confrontation, nothing was said and surprisingly, they still let my boyfriend and I sleep in the same bed that night, though we never went back to that nasty shower again.
