Get out before it gets cold

You let Kelly keep stroking you for a few more seconds under the water before you speak.

“The water’s going to run out soon,” you say, voice low but calm. “And the other two are going to want to get in. They’ll probably need to share.”

Kelly looks up at you, her hand still wrapped around your cock. For a second she seems like she’s going to argue, but then she glances toward the open bathroom door and realises you’re right. The hot water in these old cabins never lasts long.

You don’t give her time to respond.

Instead, you gently move her hand away and step forward, deliberately pushing your wet body against hers as you squeeze past. Your cock, still hard, slides against her stomach and hip as you move. She lets out a small, surprised sound as you press close for a moment, then step out of the shower completely, leaving her standing there alone under the running water.

Kelly stares at you, water streaming down her naked body, mouth slightly open.

“You’re actually leaving me in here?” she says, half-laughing, half-disbelieving. “After getting me all worked up?”

You don’t answer. You just reach for the towel she had brought in with her — a proper bath towel, not the tiny hand towel you grabbed earlier — and start drying yourself off right there in the bathroom.

Kelly watches you for another second, clearly torn between being annoyed and turned on, before she mutters something under her breath and turns back to the water.

From the living area, Kristen has been watching everything. When you step out of the shower dripping wet and start drying off, her eyes drop straight down your body. She pauses, biting her lip hard as she takes in your naked, wet form and the obvious erection you’re not even trying to hide.

Then, without saying anything, she stands up and walks toward the bathroom.

She glances at you once more as she passes, holding eye contact for a long moment, before she steps into the shower with Kelly. The two of them stand close together under the spray. Kristen’s white bra and panties are immediately soaked through again as the water hits her. Kelly doesn’t hesitate — she reaches out and helps Kristen pull the wet bra off, then pushes her panties down her legs until both items are on the shower floor.

Now both girls are naked together under the water.

You lean against the doorframe, towel in hand, and keep drying yourself slowly while watching them. Kristen keeps glancing over at you, her soft body pressed close to Kelly’s curvier one. Kelly, still clearly a little frustrated from you leaving her hanging, runs her hands over Kristen’s body under the guise of “helping” her wash, but her eyes keep flicking toward you too.

The door stays open. Neither of them makes any move to close it.

Kelly eventually looks straight at you, water running down her heavy tits, and raises an eyebrow.

“You’re really just gonna stand there and watch?” she asks, voice husky.

Kristen doesn’t say anything, but she’s watching you too, her cheeks flushed as Kelly’s hands continue moving over her wet skin.