made his prick jump erect in his pants! Wilma, If she had a cock, would be fucking this girl now. She was holding on around the incredibly slim waist of the girl and pumping her hips forward in a lewd way, smiling with delight as she looked down at the girl's breasts and licked her lips.
And the girl seemed to be enjoying it, relaxed, her head back, her long wet hair hanging almost to the floor, her arms limp at her sides. Only her legs and thighs showed signs of strain as she thrust them against Wilma's spread thighs. The expression on her face as she swung in and out of the water was one of pure bliss.
'Here.' At the sound of Wilma's voice, he almost jumped. He was less than three feet from them. There's some soap on your body, let me get it off.'
He crouched closer to the board, practically flat against it as if he wanted to push his way through it. There wasn't the slightest trace of soap on the wet body of the girl yet Wilma was running one free hand all over her body. Wilma had shifted, bending her own knees, forcing the girl to bend even further back where she hung helpless in the crook of Wilma's arm while her free hand caressed her shoulders and then, with Lonny breathing fast and hard and his prick swelling so much it hurt, he saw Wilma Gans put her hand on one of those big beautiful breasts and squeeze it.
He almost whooped for joy. The old bitch was actually making this chick, this stranger, right there in the camp shower! He batted away his friends who were trying to see, and watched, his mouth open and dry.
Wilma was squeezing that breast and massaging it, pretending to wash off nonexistent soap while the girl hung limp. He wasn't sure, but he thought he heard a little groan of pleasure come from the girl's lips above the sound of the splashing water.
Wilma was using her fingers to pretend to clean the nipple of her breast now and the nipple swelled and became even more pointed. Finally satisfied, Wilma moved on to the next breast, cleaning it slowly and sensuously, stroking it and using her fingers to pinch the nipple. And all the time her hips were pumping back and forth lewdly.
Beth felt transported. It was weird, something was wrong, all wrong, yet it all felt so good, so very, very good! Vaguely; dreamily, she told herself she told herself she had a long hard day and she was tired and needed a shower and she was out in the country with the working class now and they helped one another like this. And it felt so good! God, she was getting so excited and, despite herself, she wanted this interlude to go on a little longer. She knew or, rather, guessed, that her body was clean of any soap long ago. Still, it felt so good to be held and swung back and forth like this. And the other woman's hands on her body, stroking, massaging' arousing deep pleasure feelings inside of her. It was nice to have someone be nice to her body, someone like Wilma. There couldn't be anything wrong with it.
Wilma's hand was caressing her taut stomach now and it felt so good, making her body tingle all over. Each nerve seemed so delightfully and deliciously alive! Beth was feeling pleasantly drowsy and wished she could lie down somewhere and let Wilma just massage her all over until she went to sleep. Lonny had his face flat up against the board now with his eye practically bulging through the knothole. He was breathing heavily out of the corner of his mouth as he watched.
Wilma stopped caressing Beth and straightened her up, saying, 'There, now it's all off. Feel better?'
Beth stood up and the blood ran from her head and she put her hands up, blinking, lurching against Wilma who took her in her arms and kissed her on the cheek.
'Oh, I'm so dizzy!'
'Poor kid, not used to this desert heat yet?' Wilma kissed her on the shoulder and neck, holding her close so that their naked wet breasts crushed together.
'I don't know. I just feel so good and so relaxed. Thank you, Wilma.'
'You liked that, huh?'
'It felt so good. It felt great. Thank you so much.'
Wilma's eyes narrowed thoughtfully, not releasing Beth from her embrace even though Beth made a half- hearted attempt to back off. 'You didn't pull into camp until late afternoon. How far did you travel to get here?'
Beth let her head fall back drowsily as she felt Wilma kissing her neck and shoulders in an open-mouthed wet way. It felt so nice and… funny. It was funny, but she could feel a thrill rippling deep down between her legs. 'I… I don't know.' She tried to focus her sleepy thoughts. 'I traveled all day.' She yawned. 'Only stopped for gas and restrooms.'
'You poor kid,' Wilma said in warm sympathy. 'You're beat. You're dead on your feet. Here, we can't have you all tired out. Just let Wilma take charge and I'll have you tucked in a warm bed in no time. Judd is out on the spread for the night and I'm all alone.'
'I… I've got a bed in my camper,' Beth said, her eyes almost completely closed.
'Let me just finish soaping you up and I'll walk you home. Here, let me scrub your back.'
Wilma released her, turned her around and Beth felt her vigorously lathering her back. 'Ohhhhhh, that feels good!' she sighed.
'Like that, huh?' Wilma said with a lewd, unseen grin.
'Ohhhh, that's good. It's been a long while since anybody has scrubbed my back.'
'It sure is a pretty back. Matter of fact, you're a beautiful girl. Has anybody told you that?' Wilma had a good lather worked up and set the bar of soap aside and began swirling the soap all over Beth's back, watching it run like a rivulet down into the deep crevice between her buttocks. Her hands swooped lower and lower; her fingers touching the firm, rounded cheeks that were so inviting and tempting before her eyes.
'No,' Beth answered dreamily, 'not since I left New York and Bill. He's my fiancee.'
Wilma's breath was coming faster now. The sight and feel of the young teacher's breathtaking body was too much for her. She was wildly aroused and her desire was to force this little society bitch down on the shower floor and have her right there, have her until she went out of her mind and begged for it, the way Wilma used to do when she had first married Judd Gans. 'You've got a nice body, a lovely body,' Wilma said, surprising even herself, her soapy hands slipping under Beth's arms and swooping up, cupping her breasts and massaging them while she pressed her groin against Beth's relaxed buttocks, catching her by surprise and pressing her pubic hair tightly between the softly yielding cheeks.
'Hey,' Beth said, aroused out of her reverie by Wilma's passion. 'Be careful.'
Immediately, Wilma stepped back. She could easily overpower Beth at that moment, and, for a fleeting second, the idea of grabbing that exciting body and forcing her to do things she never dreamed of doing with another woman, was very tempting. It would be great to just once let out all her sexual aggression and not give a damn. She licked her lips and said, 'I thought you was gonna fall. Look at you,' she said, changing the subject and becoming very tender. 'Just look at you. Now listen, I won't take no for an answer. Judd is out all night tending smudge pots or something. This time of the year, it's always something. I'm alone and we got a nice snug bed in a guest den.'
Beth heaved a sigh, a big sigh. A slight frown came over her smooth brow. Her body was tired, relaxed, yet she felt very awake, like some kind of energy was flowing through her; an energy that flared excitingly whenever Wilma touched her. Vaguely, she felt it would be better to go back to the trailer. Thanks awfully,' she said in her best finishing school manner, 'perhaps another time.'
Wilma looked at her cool chiseled face that was so poised and regal and she wanted to teach her a lesson. Bring this proud bitch to the point of humility. If ever anyone asked for it, it was Beth Carruthers with her polished words. 'Look at your hair. You got a hair dryer in that camper of yours?'
'A dryer? No, I don't. I don't have any current to run one with.'
'Well, I have. So you just come right on over and get that pretty hair of yours dried.'
'I'd love to, but I'm really so very tired.'
Wilma wasn't about to give up. She wanted this girl, had made up her mind that she was going to have her. The little rich bitch drove her out of her mind and she liked it. This was a prize worth doing anything for and Wilma found herself thinking faster than she ever had before. 'Couple hours from now, it's going to get colder than a witch's bed, honey, and with that head of wet hair, you're going to catch your death of cold.'
'I'll wrap a towel around it,' Beth said as she dried herself and put on her robe, pulling the belt tight around her slim waist.
Wilma put on her thick terry-cloth robe and stood looking at Beth with her hands on her hips, cocking her head to one side. One last ruse. 'Say, what's the matter with me? I got leprosy or something? I'm not good enough? My
