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 a good woman, one of the common people, the backbone of the country. Simple country folk. Hard working people who were used to a rough life and helping one an other. Wilma was good looking with the kind of wind-blown, sun-blasted, wide-open face of a western woman. She was probably used to ordering people around. She remembered her husband as a big man in western clothes with a silver buckle on his belt and a tanned face under a straw cowboy's hat and hard blue eyes. Simple hard working folk.
"Come on, honey, just you lean way back," Wilma said, stepping closer and spreading her legs for balance and gripping Beth tighter around her slim waist. It seemed as if Wilma's strong arms could fit all the way around her and join hands.
Beth smiled and said, "Okay." She leaned back and raised her hands to rub her eyes. The water poured into her face and she felt Wilma's grip around her waist tighten.
"Lean way back, now. Don't worry, I can hold you."
Beth leaned back with a smile on her lips and felt her thighs press against Wilma's. She was surprised by the firmness of her body as their hips were pressed together. She felt Wilma's grip shifting on the small of her back, Wilma seizing her wrist with the other hand and making a fist and then pulled Beth closer.
"Oh!" Beth said. It was only a small sound, one of wonder rather than surprise. She felt Wilma's firm body against hers. Their groins were pushed together and was it her imagination or was Wilma crushing her pubic hair into her loins? The hot water showering down on both of them, soaking their bodies, lulling Beth and making her think – for no reason at all – of the night when Bill had her bent helplessly back over the arm of the couch and… it felt so good!
"I… I think I'm fine now."
"No, not yet, you still got some in your eyebrows and a whole lot in your hair."
"I can see."
"Beth, honey, you stand up and that pretty long hair of yours will flop in your eyes and you'll be in it all over again. Ain't you ever washed your hair in camp showers before?" Wilma gripped her tighter in the hollow of her back, right above her glistening buttocks that were so taut and rounded.
"N-no," Beth said. Wilma was bending her further backwards, bending her knees and pressing her thighs and hips tight together. Especially the hips! Did Wilma realize what she was doing? The way Beth's legs were spread, her vaginal lips were spread slightly and she could feel the other woman's pubic hair tickling up and down the length of it.
"You a city girl?"
Beth nodded. She didn't want to talk. Wilma was just a good soul who probably put in a hard day's work and wasn't used to formality. Simple direct country manners. All she was doing, Beth told herself, was lending a helping hand. Yet, did she have to do it this way?
Beth raised her arms further and shook her wet hair while her breasts jiggled and shook provocatively in front of Wilma's hungry gaze. Wilma closed her eyes, her mouth open and fought for control before saying, "Not yet. Here, let me show you, here's the way we do it in a camp shower. Just you relax and trust old Wilma."
Beth tried her best to relax as she felt Wilma forcing her body to swing to the right. Her hands flew out and she blindly tried to grab Wilma for balance, her one hand seizing her breast and then flying away.
Wilma laughed. "Just you relax like I said, I'm just going to swing you back and forth under the shower, that's all."
Again, Beth tried to relax, her arms falling bad as she let Wilma swing her body and head back and forth under the shower. It felt so good and like being high in a tree and feeling the wind blowing the branches in a sleepy rhythm. She enjoyed the sensation and the feeling it made in the pit of her stomach. Her stomach! A warm lubricated feeling was flowing into her groin, filling her hips with pleasant tingling as she felt Wilma's pubic hair rubbing hard against her open vagina, making the soft membraned walls of her cunt tremble with a strange delight. And, with a catch of her breath, she realized that the tiny nub of her clitoris was free and being ground into Wilma's somewhat coarse pubic hair and the sensation was electrifying and… good. It was very good and growing better with each swing back and forth. Again, she found herself wondering if it was her imagination or was the camp boss' wife thrusting her own groin forward, grinding their hips tight together and causing her helplessly to thrill to the feeling now throbbing in her cant as Wilma's voice crooned over and over, "Thatta girl, that's right, nice and easy, just relax and let your body go limp and keep your head back. That's it, nice and easy, thatta girl, nice and easy we go."
Outside, the camp was still. No, there were shadows moving along one building. Soon, figures emerged. Young boys, no older than sixteen. One boy walked boldly toward the showers, the obvious and natural leader of the group. Just turned sixteen, he was slightly taller than the rest and had a freckled face and blonde hair and a little confident smile that made everyone remark that he looked just like his Dad, Lucas Lamont, the county sheriff. Lonny Lamont led his friends on their nightly ramble. They usually met in an arroyo outside the camp and waited for dark, smoking marijuana they got from a hippy commune nearby and made plans for the coming evening.
This particular night, none of them, including Lonny, had any money, so that canceled a trip ten miles down the highway to the local whorehouse. It was strictly a cash operation and Lonny knew he couldn't throw a scare into them through proclaiming he was the sheriff's son because his old man, Lucas, got paid handsomely each month for ignoring the operation. Besides, the bouncer there was a hard-nosed ex-fighter who didn't like Lonny ever since the night he had poured beer all over his head.
After they finished smoking their marijuana, passing a joint back and forth, it looked like it was going to be a dull night unless they took the trip all the way up into the mountains to the hippy commune, like they did last weekend, and gang bang one of the girls up there who got stoned on Christ's-knows-what and were willing to do anything. But the commune was a long drive on dirt roads and really a weekend thing. Finally, they decided to sneak around the camp and see what they could find. They hit pay dirt at the admissions office, taking turns watching old Tina get her ass tucked off by Jake Barnes. Jake was another tough one who didn't like Lonny. In fact, few people liked Lonny, feeling he was a smart aleck kid too big and brazen for his britches who got away with murder because his old man was the county sheriff. Had his father been anyone else, Lonny would have been in juvenile hall long ago. Lucas usually grinned when he heard about Lonny's exploits and smoothed everything over, explaining Lonny away by saying, "He's just sowing his wild oats, that's all. Always been a wild kid and never had no mother to raise him." It was true, Lonny's mother had died when he was an infant and Lucas raised him and maintained law and order in his bailiwick at the same time.
All of which had little to do with Jake Barnes who was fucking Tina with all his might. The boys took turns, looking through the window at naked Tuna with her legs jerking wildly in the air as Jake lucked away for dear life.
After they were through and Jake hauled himself to his feet to stagger away, the boys ducked and resumed their wanderings, staying in the shadows, slipping up to dark windows to peek in, their eyes glazed by the pot and their minds horny from what they had seen.
It was Lonny who led them along the back of the woman's shower, pausing where he knew each stall was and listening for the sound of water. Finally, at one stall, his grin tightened on his handsome hard face. Someone was taking a shower.
Motioning to his companions to be quiet and pointing at the wall, he took his switchblade knife from his pocket. It snapped open instantly, gleaming dully in the moonlight and making a faint oiled click. With the point, he pried loose a burred knot in a plank; a knot or whorl they had painstakingly carved out months before.
The knot in his hand, he brutally pushed away his eager companions and, squinting one eye, he stooped to see who was taking a shower. The scene that greeted his eye made his mouth fall open and jerk of hardness leap into his cock.
There was Wilma Gans, naked! Old Judd Gan's wife stark naked and hanging onto another woman! He had been right, he had known it all along! He had Wilma Gans fixed for a dyke and he was right! He crouched, tense, eager to see everything. To hell with the other guys, this was something he had heard about but never seen! This was going to be one hot show!
His pot-stunned mind took in the scene he saw through the knothole. Wilma had some girl with a fantastic build (Jesus, he had never seen a build like that one, not even on Rosemary, the highest priced whore at the whorehouse) and had her bent over so that her head fell back and her big round fits glistened wetly with the nipples taut and shaped like bullets. And they were rubbing their cunts together. At least Wilma was, with a savage grin on her face. Wilma was pumping those heavy strong hips back and forth in an obscene motion that 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 home isn't good enough? Or is it you city folk. I heard tell you don't even know who your neighbor is? I hear that when folks get friendly, you think they're crazy. That true?"
Beth looked at Wilma with open eyes, seeing her standing there, looking hurt. My God, she thought, what am I doing? Fresh on the job and already I'm creating a bad impression. I've got to gain their confidence if I'm to succeed. She smiled winningly at Wilma. "No, it isn't that at all."
"Then what is it?" Wilma asked, taking the initiative, "Now I don't know how long you've been sleeping in that camper but you can't tell me you wouldn't want all the comforts of a clean bed, a dryer, and your own bathroom for one night and have you believe me, honey, it's something else."
"No, honest…"
"I ain't askin' you to move in," Wilma went on, "I only offered a little western hospitality, that's all. Wait 'til you see the kids gathering like little wolves around my kitchen door when I set my mind to bakin' pies. It be criminal of me not to invite them all in for a piece of pie and a glass of milk."
Beth laughed and said, "I'm very sorry, I'm so tired I wasn't thinking straight. I'd be delighted and Battered to spend the night at your house."
Wilma put her arm around her and squeezed her tight as they walked. "Judd says I'm too friendly with everybody. Maybe so, I say, I can't help it, it's what you married, big man." They giggled as they walked together across the dark yard and up toward Wilma's house that sat away from the cabins and barracks.
Lonny and his friends had leapt away from the knothole when Beth and Wilma left the showers, carefully replacing the whorl of wood and then running Lonny leading the way, back to the Arroyo. There they crouched in the dark in a tight circle as Lonny, in an excited whisper, began telling them in detail, exactly what went on in the shower. He described the women's bodies in detail and surprised himself with an almost total recall of everything said. His friends huddled around him, passing a marijuana cigarette around, listening to his every word.
"Hot damn!"
"Hot damn? Hot pants, man."
"Yeah, only they didn't have no pants on. Hot cunts. Right, Lonny?"
"Ha, I knew Mrs. Gans kinda leaned that way. My sister says she's always putting her hands on her and invitin' her in for a back rub."
"Who's the other one? Who is she Lonny?"
Lonny took a drag on the cigarette, held his breath while they all waited, then exhaled in a gush and said, "Don't know. Never saw her before. Stranger." He smiled around at his friends. "But I'm sure gonna see more of her. Let's get up to the Gans' place and watch us a show."