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A Reality Check

... her feel at ease. I pulled back and stood up straight, "Why don't you get your shower first", I told her. "SURE", she said. "Alright but watch it, we have less than half tank of water left on board", I said. I had forgotten to top off the water tank. She pouted and picked up her bag and walked to the bathroom. "Don't worry I'll ultimately figure out the water situation", I said. She turned and smiled at me, "I know you will", she said. While she was in the shower I thought this may be my chance to "get some quick relief" but with her running the water intermittently for conservation I couldn't determine when she may be about to come out. How would that look with me jerking off and she steps out of the bathroom. That thought only made me harder when thinking about her walking in with my cock in hand or blowing a load. She finally did walk out while I was thinking this and she was wearing just a nightshirt, her long dark hair still damp from being only towel dried and her slender legs were perfectly tanned, "Your turn", she said. I jumped up and walked into the bathroom without a word to her. I didn't have any clothes to change into because when I left my house I wasn't planning on any of this. I exited the bathroom to search for clothes the owner of this rig had that I may be able to wear. When I walked out Iris was bent over toweling off her hair some more. Her back was to me and I could see the outline of her ass cheeks through her shirt which rode high up exposing the ...

... back of her legs. I swallowed and immediately turned my head about the time she stood up and looked behind her. I didn't want her to know I was literally leering at her young nubile body. I headed right for the closet and began to sift through the clothes, then through the drawers to see what else I could find. I did find suitable garments and went back in the bathroom and took my shower. My cock was iron hard the whole time, so hard I could have hung a wet towel on it. I think too much blood left my head to keep my dick pumped up because I felt dizzy and knew I needed to pound it to feel better. I was scaring myself, truly afraid of what I was capable of or might even do. I was so tense that I was actually breathing hard from the effect of maintaining a hard on and knew I had to do something before walking back out of the bathroom. Out of the shower I stood in front of the mirror to look at myself. I wasn't sure if I was staring myself down as a way of discipline or assessing my looks and vitality. I didn't think I looked that bad being 36 yrs old, I was fairly lean but a bit soft in the middle however, at 5'9" and 160lbs I thought I was in good condition and could be appealing to a younger woman but a teen ? Chapter 6: (A test of will) By the time I finished up my hard on subsided, I noticed a bathrobe hanging on the back of the door so I threw that on along with some underwear. I walked out and Iris was sitting on the bed with her bag beside her and leaning back brushing her ...