Try to help

“O-of course. I mean, yeah let me help clean you off. It was my fault and you’ve been so nice.” You stammer rapidly. Brooke giggles and hands the wash cloth to you, wading slowly backwards into the water; you follow, eyes on bare abdomen, trying not to stare anywhere too indecent for too long.

“Start with my back,” she says turning around. The view of her exposed back, rooted at bare smooth cheeks had you trembling. You wet the wash cloth in the water, your breathing growing faster, and you feel yourself growing warm in spite of the water.

As you sponge the cloth onto the small of her back, she moans and shifts, the cloth falls and you are suddenly cupping a handful of her rear.

Your body tenses up and the cause of your symptoms becomes apparent too late. Your cock reaches full mast while you feel your load blowing simultaneously.

“Brooke?” you hear a voice call from the bank behind you. You freeze, now coming down from your climax.