"It's ok," I said, "You can look."

Karina gave me a look as if to say "as if!" but instead of turning and walking away, (which I wouldn't have minded, knowing I would get to see her round ass cheeks jiggle up and down in her jean shorts,) she smiled bashfully.

"You got me," she said quietly, breathing heavily.

"What was that?" I asked as if she had spoken too softly to hear her, trying to get her to come right out and say she liked my cock. I sensed she wouldn't be as honest with herself or me without a little coaxing, simply because it is more than a little strange to start a conversation with an aroused naked man in an abandoned shower. Karina's eyes darted from my eyes to the floor, biting her lower lip.

"I'll say it," she said, "It's a nice cock." Right on. Now that that was established I felt much more confident in any advances. I stood to face her and reached out a hand to gently brush the brown skin of her arm. My cock stood almost perpendicular to my standing body.

"Sorry you had to see it. What are you here for?" I asked gently, but intensely.

"It doesn't matter," she said, understandably wondering what the hell was going on.

"What doesn't matter?" I asked, "You're giving up your search? Or It's fine you saw my cock?"

"Both, I think," she blushed and concentrated hard on a spot on the floor. Not knowing what to do with her arms, she grabbed the crook of one elbow with her other hand, inadvertently pushing the hand on the outstretched arm to slide down a short length of my cock.

"Oh," she said, taking a short intake of breath.

"It's okay," I said softly, leaning in and planting a soft kiss on her lips. She looked at me, surprised for just as second, before she leaned into me, kissing me back. I felt her hand slide back onto my dick, grabbing at the front half of it as if she were shaking someones hand in a loose but enthusiastic grip, and she began to tug quickly at my hard cock, eventually moving up and down its entire length.

Karina's tongue darted in and out of my mouth. I reached around to grab her butt as we kissed, and was in awe of how much ass was in my hand as I felt along the underside of her shapely butt. The jean cut-offs seemed impractical; there was no way they could contain all this ass.

"God, I am such a size queen," she admitted. Keeping her tank top on, she dropped the shorts, tugging my cock against her clit, now separated only by a thin layer of red thong. She put a few fingers in her mouth to wet them, then went back to stroking my cock, but began alternating between that and giving her clit quick rubs, which sent her body into short, bucking spasms.

After a minute or two of this she began to slide her thong off, too. As horny as I was, I really didn't know jack about this woman.