The campground had a pool. It was a nice size and unlike some pools at some other campgrounds, this one was well maintained. The water was clean, cool and a perfect antidote for the Georgia weather.
A guy drifted towards me, trying to look casual. He had silver hair and was old enough to be my grandpa. More than likely, he was one of the people who lived here full time in his camper. I knew what he was going to say.
“Hey, when go the changing room, be sure to go all the way to end,” the man said. “The door has an out-of-order sign, but you knock three times the door will open. You’ll like what’s inside.”
“Okay,” I said. “Any hint on what’s inside?”
The guy grinned and swam away.
He was the third person today to tell me about the changing room. The first man was another elderly man. The second person was a young man barely out of high school. It sounded like a prank, but the part about the door opening on its own stuck with me. Maybe there was a dealer there, selling drugs. A campground pool changing room sounded like a shitty place to do business though.
I didn’t know what was there, but since I was out traveling alone, I was going to stay the fuck away from it.
It was time for me to get out of the water. I climbed the steps and water fell from my body in sheets. My sandals and bag were next to this elderly lady sitting under an umbrella. She had sunglasses on but her head followed me as I walked. Her line of sight never went above the bulge in my swimsuit.
“Hey, good looking,” the lady said. “Have you heard about the door at the end of the changing room?”
That surprised me. “Yes,” I said. “No one has said what’s in it.”
“It’s a little community project we set up,” the woman said. “Have to make sure you young folk keep coming back with your rental fees.”
The lady turned her attention back to the pool and yelled at a grandson. I had a feeling that was all I was going to get. I picked up my bag and went through the pool gate.
The walk to the changing room was hot. There was barely any wind and water dripped from my soaked swimsuit. I hurried to the door to the changing room and stepped inside.
Fuck, it was hotter inside. There was no air circulation. The floor tiles were cracked and the paint was faded. Clearly, all the money was spent on the pool. There was an intense smell of bleach that probably covered the smell of extensive mildew.
The showers were to the left and a long line of changing stalls were to the right. A single fluorescent light lit the area. I appeared to be the only one here.
Curiosity won out over common sense and I walked to the end of the stalls The sign said “OUT OF ORDER” just as promised. I tried the door and it was locked. The only thing left to do was to knock three times.
The sound of a small bar being slid was followed by the door opening a few inches.
I pushed the door open. A woman with long blonde hair squatted on top of an ice cooler. She was naked with golden brown skin and pale white tan lines over her large breasts and hairy crotch. She was covered in sweat and her hair was nearly plastered to her head. A grin spread wide on her face as she took in the sight of me.
“Come in,” she whispered.
I quickly stepped inside the small stall and closed the door behind me. The sight of her naked body overrode any paranoia on my part. Once inside, I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do next.
“I don’t have my wallet,” I said.
“Shhh,” the woman said, her finger to her lips. “This is free,” she whispered.
“What is?” I asked.
“Jack off on me,” the woman said. She pointed at the bulge in my pants. “Give me your load.”
My eyes adjusted to the dim light. It wasn’t just sweat that covered her naked body. Sticky splatters glistened on here and there. The large breasts practically shined with dried semen. There were a mess on her right cheek and a bright white glob in her hair. It wasn’t just sweat that made her hair sticky.
This was obscene. She was a squatting dumpster for men’s come. It was like something out of a trashy sex blog. What was the point?
I thought about what the lady said back at the pool. This was supposed to keep people coming back? Christ, what kind of people were they looking for?
The blonde leaned forward and grabbed my swim trunks. She pulled me to her until I was right in front of her. With practiced care, she pulled down my trunks to my ankles. My hard cock sprang free and nearly brushed her face.
“Give it to me,” she whispered. Her hand went to her hairy cunt. “Please. I want your come.”
Fuck it. I spat into my hand and grabbed my cock. The skin was a bit wrinkled from the pool water but the spit helped. I jacked my dick and stared at her body.
The woman smiled and leaned back. Her fingers stroked the lips of her pussy. She used her other hand to grab a plump tan lined breast. The hard nipple jutted forth and needed a mouth to suck on it. Her eyes were intense and locked onto my cock.
I would rather it was her mouth on my dick instead of my hand but oh well. She only wanted my come. Was that more hygienic? I laughed at the idea. Sitting in a hot changing room stall while strangers come on you isn’t something people worried about germs do.
The woman shuddered. She slipped her two middle fingers inside her cunt while the rest of her hand was flat against her hairy pussy. Short hard thrusts fucked her sex.
How long had she been sitting in here in this wet heat? I didn’t know, but I suspected the cooler had water to keep her hydrated. One thing the cooler didn’t have was wipes because the woman’s body was covered in come. With each passing second, I saw another sign of where someone had popped their load on her face, her shoulders, her tits, her belly and her thighs. I bet if I got down on the ground, I could see where someone had come on her foot.
Yeah, I was not going to get down on this floor. Thank God I was still wearing my sandals.
“Come,” the woman whispered. “Give it all to me.”
I spat into my hand and jerked faster.
Questions raced through my mind. Who was this woman? She looked to be in her thirties but I was a terrible judge of age. Was this a volunteer job? She certainly looked enthusiastic about it but you can never tell. Maybe she did this to offset her own fees.
The woman looked at my cock and licked her lips. I stopped thinking and jerked harder.
A door opened. The sound of flip-flops smacked against the floor. Someone muttered about how hot it was.
I paused in my stroking. Was he going to come to the door? If he knocked, would she let him in? The thought of jacking off with a stranger didn’t appeal to me.
It also didn’t stop me from jerking faster.
The woman put a finger to her lips. She mouthed a single word to me. It was “Come.”
I nodded back and kept stroking. The chance of interruption added a thrill to my already racing heart. I put my hand on the wall over her and leaned closer to the squatting woman.
The woman pulled her fingers from her cunt. They were shiny with juices. She reached under both breasts and lifted them towards my cock. The mix of tanned flesh and pale skin sent another shiver through my body.
One of the showers turned on. Good. Knowing that I had a few more moments of privacy was just what I needed.
The woman noticed it too. “Please,” she whispered. “Glaze my tits with your cream.”
It was straight out of a porno and my body reacted. A stream of seed flew from my cock and landed on one of her perfect globes. The woman clapped her breasts together as I kept coming. The obscene absurdity of it all sped my hand as more come painted her tits.
When I was finished, I was left shaking. The woman leaned back and returned her hand to her pussy. My seed dripped from her filthy tits. Her eyes closed and I watched as her body shuddered with her own orgasm.
“Thanks,” I whispered as I pulled up my trunks. What else does one say?
The woman nodded, her eyes still closed and her hand still pumping her hairy cunt.
I knew I was no longer needed. Moving quietly, I left her stall and closed it behind me. The bar locked in a place a second later.
Feeling drained and a little dirty, I went to one of the shower stalls. It was thankfully empty. I stood under the lukewarm water and tried to process what had just happened.
Tomorrow I was going to move out, but now I wasn’t so sure. Maybe I should stick around and see what other amenities this campground had to offer?