surprising to her, a lot cleaner and neater than she had expected. The workers lived with their families in little cottages with the single workers, male and female, living in separate barracks. Beth peered around, trying to get her bearings. There weren't too many lights on except for the houses and barracks because there wasn't any need for them. She tried to remember where the mailbox was. It probably was down by the admissions office. The office was run by a Mrs. Rameriz. Tina Rameriz, a young Mexican-American widow, her husband having been killed last year in a harvester accident. Beyond the admissions office was the shower room that everyone in the camp used.
Beth set off at an assured pace, walking across the parking area and striding up to the office. It was dark and she thought she could let herself in, drop the letter to Bill in the mailbox inside and go take a much needed shower. Her hand was on the doorknob when she froze, hearing a sound. She looked around quickly. What was it, a wild animal? Her heart was pounding against her ribcage as if it were trying to batter its way free when she heard the sound again.
'Oooooooh!!!!' The sound swelled and grew high and Beth stepped back from the door, not knowing what to do. 'Ohhhhhh,' she heard the same voice say, a full octave lower. 'Oh, baby, Manuel, do it, do it,do it!!!'
Beth was stunned. Tina Ramirez, the voice had to be Tina and she was not alone. As she stood, rooted to the spot, she could hear other sounds coming from inside, small sounds that were suggestive of… She shook her head and started to walk quietly away, figuring that what was going on in the admissions office was none of her business.
Then, a deep dark cry from inside made her stop in her tracks again. It was possible that Tina was in trouble. It could be. Beth's brow wrinkled in an unaccustomed frown and her elegant society good looks were worried. On an impulse, she turned and tip-toed to the window next to the door. Licking her lips, she looked around, trying to see if anyone was out. It wouldn't look right if, on her first night in the camp, she was discovered peeking in windows.
Nothing moved in the camp and far out over the fields, she heard the lonely sound of a dog howling at the moon. She stood on tiptoe and looked in the window. What she saw almost made her scream. There was a cot right by the window on which Tina – or whomever was on duty – sometimes slept during the harvest season when people were arriving and leaving at all times of the night and day.
And Beth was looking down on Tina lying stark naked on the bed with a man who was also naked! Tina was in rapture, her head thrown back, her mouth open, her-eyes closed, her arms thrown above her head as the man's hands rhythmically massaged her naked breasts with his bare hard worker's hands. Tina's knees were bent out as far as they could go and pulled up crab-like and spread wide, exposing the whole of her moistly glistening cunt to the man. Beth couldn't see his face because it was buried tight up between her thighs, his tongue and mouth licking like he was a starving beast and Tina was writhing, twisting, moaning with pleasure as she suddenly grit her teeth and hissed, 'Eat it, eat it, ohhhh, eat me up!'
Beth leaped away from the window as if she had just gotten an electric shock, her hand over her mouth.
She spun on her heel, jamming the letter into the pocket of her robe and half-running, half-walking toward the showers. She had never imagined Tina Rameriz to be like that! She was going to have to revise her opinion of her. She clenched her fists. She was going to do something about things like that! She would use all her moral force to stop perversion like that! She didn't know who the naked man was, but she would find out and bring conduct like that to an end!
She was almost shaking with indignation and rage as she followed the sign and painted arrow that said, WOMEN, and stepped into the showers. It was a big room, lean, dimly lit by a single bulb near the ceiling. Stalls, open on one side, lined one wall. Beth, trying to forget what she saw, turned a nozzle and water leaped out of a shower head in a fine needle spray and, as she held her hand under it, she felt it grow hot and steam rise up around her. She grinned in relief and quickly took off her robe and stepped nakedly out of her shower cogs while adjusting the cold water, getting the shower just right and stepping under it with a contented sigh.
Chapter 2
Beth was soaping her body with great bubbling globs sliding slowly down her body, outlining her shape magnificently. She scrubbed soap into her hair, her eyes squeezed shut and soon had a great mass of soap making her hair thick and slippery. A sound, the sound of someone moving, made her open her eyes and say, 'Oh!' as soap stung in her eyes. She had just time to glimpse a figure standing looking at her! 'Ah, you got soap in your eyes,' a voice said.
The stinging of the soap was too much for Beth to answer. It was a woman's voice and Beth could only sputter a laugh. Never before had anyone come into her bathroom while she was bathing and it was a new experience to her that came right on top of her having discovered Tina Ramirez in all her lewdness. She bent over and rubbed hard at her eyes, finally managing to say, 'I'm sorry, you startled me.'
The woman laughed. 'You're the new teacher, ain't you?'
Beth could only nod her head. The thick shampoo she had lathered on her hair was oozing down over her face and she hopped under the shower on one foot then on the other, squealing as the soap seemed to seep between her tightly shut eyes.
The woman was older, thirty-five, with short cropped blonde hair and a Tomboy kind of good looks and she took in Beth's lovely lithe body all wet and glistening with water and suds sliding down her firm, well-formed thighs. The woman's mouth opened and her eyes became wet looking as she watched Beth's firm, sensuous young breasts shake and quiver as her buttocks squirmed and a streak of white bubbly soap slid down the small of her back and then slipped, like mercury, into the deep crevice between her wetly glistening buttocks.
'Here,' she said, snapping out of her reverie and hastily taking off her robe, revealing a good figure of her own. A little heavy but firm for a woman of her age. Her small firm breasts gave an illusion of youth and boyishness. She stood naked, looking at Beth's body once more before saying, 'That's no way to get soap out of your eyes. You've got to rinse them. Bent over that way all you're doing is getting more in your eyes. Stand up.'
Something in the woman's voice, a warmth, an intimacy, made Beth obey and she straightened as the woman took in her breasts with a hungry look that narrowed her eyes and made her lips twitch. 'Tilt your head back,' she said, stepping back, her hands on her hips, checking the length of the stalls to see if anyone else had come in. Then, her head snapped back and she stepped closer, water spraying on her body in a fine mist, the nipples of her breasts tightening and becoming pointed. 'That's it!' she said.
Her hands stroking her thighs, she watched Beth spread her legs, standing straddled and leaned back so that the overhead shower sprayed directly into her face. Her rib cage stuck out and lifted her full, globular breasts high and brazen as the woman stepped closer, her eyes half closed and her face set. Beth's pelvic bones jutted provocatively as she thrust her hips forward, unknowingly, toward the woman whose hands were held out toward Beth's groin.
The woman licked her lips and put her hands behind her as Beth straightened and blinked one eye. 'You getting it?' she asked.
'I… I think so. I feel so stupid!'
The woman laughed. 'Happens all the time. You haven't gotten it all out yet. I can see some on your other eye.'
'Rats!' Beth said, rubbing her face.
'Lean back again,' the woman said, stepping forward, 'Here, let me help you.' The woman put her hands around Beth's waist.
Beth blinked at the woman, stiffening a bit at her touch. The woman seemed pleasant and smiling. 'Hi,' she said, 'it's about time we got introduced. 'My name's Wilma Gans. You met my husband, Judd Gans? He's a foreman over on the Varner ranch and he runs this camp. Your name is Beth something or other.'
'Carruthers,' Beth said. 'Nice to meet you, Wilma, even if I can't see you too well.'
'Well, we sure will take care of that, honey, just you lean back and relax. You got Wilma here to hold you.'
Beth smiled timidly, looking through one bleary eye with the other squeezed tightly shut. She seemed like such
