Beach Trip 8 - Awkward Clean-Up

"Well, fuck." you say as both you and Zoey kneel before the cum-splattered air mattress. Meanwhile, even more cum runs out of your pussy which you're trying to catch with a couple of tissues.

"We really could've seen this coming." concedes Zoey, her hands on her hips.

"True, true." you agree and continue catching the globs of white. "So what now? We're just gonna turn it upside down?"

"Not like there's anything else we can do, really." shrugs Zoey and grabs the inflatable.

"Well, you do that, I... gotta pay the washhouse a visit." you reply and grab a large towel to cover yourself. Zoey nods while you grab your phone to turn the flashlight on. It's the middle of the night after all. After crouching out of the tent, you do notice a message you got though.

'Hey, ur kinda entertaining the whole campsite. Just fyi.' reads a text from Erika. Oh. For fuck's sake... It's a miracle then that Denise hasn't texted you anything. She's probably saving it for the morning, ain't she... God, why are you so bad at fucking in peace? Whatever, time to find the washhouse - which is easer said and done on a mostly unfamiliar campsite at almost 3 am. The fact that you have to awkwardly waddle around and feel remnants of Zoey's cum leak out of you while doing so is not exactly helping.

Obviously, at this hour most campers are asleep, but you can still see some spare lights on or the faint glimmers of a fire and some quiet chatter can be heard. The thing is, you still can't make out where exactly the washhouse is, so maybe you could ask whoever is awake - even despite your nature and state.

There's a group of young adults nearby who look like they're rounding off their night with a few beers. It couldn't hurt to ask, right? Very tentatively - but not too much since you don't wanna look like you're snooping around in the dark - you approach them, clutching the towel around you.

"How come ALL of the stories you tell took place in Brussels? You were there for like 2 weeks." one of the guys asks the other.

"Because that's what you do on exchange programs, bro." the addressed guy replies. "Also, three weeks. Get your facts straight."

"Remind me to never let you hit, now that I know that." one of the girls jokes and the others laugh. You're kinda waiting for a good point to step in but apparently, there's no such thing.

"Excuse me? Who said I'd even wanna hit?" the guy playfully protests.

"You did. Just last week when you were wasted." the girl answers.

"Oh shit, really? What'd I say?"

"Nothing that I will repeat here, haha."

"Uhm, s-sorry?" you stammer, having finally given up on waiting for a perfect opportunity.

"Yeah yeah, we'll keep it down. Promise." one of the boys immediately replies.

"Shit, *that* I'd hit." the exchange student guy mumbles, staring at you.

"Oh my god, Tobi!" the first girl exclaims and hits him.

"Oh fuck, sorry! Just loud thinking!" the guy defends himself and looks at you. "I mean, hi."

"H-hi." you answer, trying to figure out wether the rather crude compliment was more welcome or uncomfortable to you.

"Excuse him, he's dumb. You need something?" the girl that just punched her friend adresses you.

"Uh, yeah. Any of you happen to know where the washhouse is?" you inquire.

"Oh, sure, it's... uh..." the girl begins but as she's pointing in a direction, she likely realizes how difficult it is to explain in this darkness. "You know what, I gotta go anyway. I can show you."

"Oh, uh, okay." you reply, somewhat confused by the sudden offer, and watch her get up. She's about 5'7, so a bit shorter than you, but she looks pretty athletic. Not in the Zoey-kinda way, but like, she's very lean and fit and her bikini leaks pretty damn neat on her. Her brown hair is pretty short and she's wobbling a bit as she starts walking.

"Whoo, shit." she chuckles and steadies herself. "You always notice booze when you stand up after a while."

"You, uh, you good?" you ask, genuinely a bit worried.

"Oh babygirl, I'm peachy." the girl smiles almost a little flirtatiously and grabs your arm. "Come on, follow me."

"O-okay." you agree, letting her guide you and following her lead.

"I'm Frederike by the way." she introduces herself. "Your new best friend for the next five minutes."

"Heh, I'm Ronya." you chuckle at her weird introduction.

"Cool cool. So, it's not a long wa- hold on, are you naked under there?" Frederike suddenly asks.

"Uhm... maybe?" you admit and clutch the towel.

"Hah, why would you go looking for the washhouse butt naked?" laughs the tipsy girl.

"Well, pff, long story." you huff, not looking to share that kind of detail with a stranger, albeit being a likeable one.

"Well, alriiight. Keep your naughty secrets." the girl grins and throws up her hands. Then she proceeds to simply saunter on, occasionally swaying a bit. It's not too long after that you reach one of the very few buildings on the whole campsite. Through the open entries, you can already see dim light coming from the inside.

"Toilets to the right, showers to the left." the brunette informs you and heads right.

"Thanks, have a nice night." you bid her goodbye and turn left.

"Same to you, babygirl!" she replies a bit loud and disappears into the building. Man, what a strange one she is. Honestly though? You kinda hope you run into her again. She was fun. And cute.

The showers are understandably empty at this hour and the soft buzzing sound of the neon tubes is the only noise. This strange sense of isolation makes you realize this is the first time you're completely on your own ever since yesterday when Zoey came over to your place. Damn, this is a nice break. Like, you love being around your friends, Zoey in particular of course, but sometimes you really just need some alone time. Speaking of alone - you still kinda have countless children drying on your thighs and butt cheeks.

Oh lord, the water is freezing. Whyyyyy?? Ugh, whatever. Better clean up quickly and hope that during the day it's better for a real shower. Tiptapping with your feet, you begrudgingly step underneath the cold spray and try to hurry through the process. Needless to say, your nipples are rock hard within seconds. Next time, you should make sure to have Zoey cum outside - ideally on herself so she can suffer like this in your stead. Then again, that would mean she wouldn't pound you to completion anymore. Mhh, why does the world give the toughest choices to its weakest people?