I was on holiday with my f****y in Gotland, in the Baltic. We were down south living in a caravan park, which was part of a larger park, where people were in nature with nice sandy beaches.
There was a washroom complex where you could wash, with showers, that worked by putting Krona’s in a meter, which gave you hot water for a short time, then more Krona’s were needed.
I remember on my third day I went to these washroom facilities, it was 7am in the morning, and when I got closer I stumbled across a man having sex with a younger looking girl, more my age.
At first I thought it was a father and his daughter struggling, having an argument, but as I neared, their altercation changed, and I could clearly see they were doing it, having sex, that is, out there and in the open.
I turned and ran back to the caravan, where everyone was still sl**ping, and made myself a milk chocolate drink, but every time I closed my eyes, I could see him moving in and out of her, the image was imprinted on my mind.
After that I did not venture near those toilets on my own, and soon my confidence was back, and by the final week of our three week stay, I started going back on my own, thinking by now, that man had left.
One morning I had to go down for use of the toilet, and decided to shower. I took a small bag with many Krona’s in it and set off, arriving at the shower cubicles, with each door having the meters where you insert the coins.
The first was occupied and I could hear the shower running, so I moved up to the next one, and found the door slightly ajar. As I pulled the door open I opened my little coin bag to insert a number of coins, when the first door opened, and in the doorway stood the man, I had seen having sex with the girl, he was completely naked, and his cock was hard and standing out, in front of him.
I was in some sort of shock as I stood stock still staring at it, my hand in my purse and my fingers clutching a coin.
‘Good Morning Klara’.
He knew me, he knew my name. His smile was warm and open, a man in his forties, handsome to look at, and his body was slim, not muscular, but his manner is what captivated me.
He was polite and almost apologetic, and I must admit, I was attracted, as the initial shock of seeing a man so close, nude and especially, seeing his cock so hard and erect, did have an effect on me.
I swallowed hard, as I looked with my perifial vision for some others to be around. He must have read my thoughts or seen my eyes movements, ‘We are perfectly alone Klara’, he said charmingly, ‘you don’t think I want others to see my cock as well as you’, he spoke as if discussing the weather.
The fact he admitted to his erection being for my benefit, had a strange personalised effect on me. I was a girl, not used to having a conversation with an adult, but here I was being treated as one, and not as a girl, I somehow felt flattered.
‘How do you know my name’, I asked him seriously, noting my voice sounded different to me?
‘I checked after you saw me two weeks ago’, he replied, ‘I was concerned you would raise the alarm so I checked and watched you’, he concluded.
‘Watched me’, I queried?
He just shook his head, then spoke, ‘You said nothing to no one, so I guessed you were OK about it, a big girl, a bit of OK’, and at that he winked at me, and his cock flinched, it made me smile.
‘You like that’, he said looking down on himself and he did it continually as if it had a mind of its own, I laughed more openly, my fear dispersing.
‘Do you love Klara’, he asked his cock, and it furiously went up and down as if saying, ‘Yes’.
That was when I went inside his shower cubical with him, and he closed the door behind us.
‘Take of your robe Klara’, he said as the warm water came back on. I began almost hypnotically to disrobe and as I did he began to touch himself, his eyes roaming over my nakedness, as I turned and hung my robe on the hook.
I turned back to face him and he gathered me up in his arms and smothered my upturned face with kisses, then he took hold of my buttocks and lifted me high enough so my legs went around his waist, and my arms around his neck.
In a few seconds, he was inside me, moving in and out, as I clung around his neck and let him fuck me. Everything was a swirl of new feelings, strange yet wonderful, we were no longer two people, but one person, connected together, I could feel him moving around deep inside me, and it was I myself doing all the movements, as I twisted and turned on his cock, grinding hard and saying words that just came freely, as if liberated, I was asking, no, I was begging him to fuck me.
Then as if in a flash, I was alone, the warm water still showering me, but it was the emptiness that I found overwhelming, the empty cubical, but even more so, the emptiness I felt inside me, and the loss of feeling.
‘WTF’, I jumped with fright and surprise, the old man stood staring at me and I suddenly realized what he was talking about. When my lover left, he left the door open, and I, in my dreamlike state of mind, was masturbating with one hand in my crotch and the other supporting myself against the cubical wall.
I ran from the shower unit, the old man apologising, no doubt wishing for me to remain and give him some pleasure, having caught me in such a compromising situation, but I finally found a wooden bench, sat down, and thought about the easy surrender of my virginity to a man, who clearly preyed on young girls.
Somehow I envied him, getting what most only dreamed about. I was his for life, what he took from me, denied every girls dream of marital splendour, but then again, having given in, I found something new and as I looked down on my open gown, my nudity excited me.
I watched as the man approached towards me, and as I timed him, I spun around on the wooden bench, my gown opening up to reveal the body of a young female, ‘Good Morning’, I said out loud with a confidence that surprised me, I was going to get up and run off, but I sat there as he sat down beside me, my eyes on his crotch, perhaps he could finish what I was denied?