Redbone: And My Solo [F]antasy in the Shower | 2016

I close my car door and make my way towards my cabin where my 12 teenage campers are asleep. It was nice to have a night off to go into town, if only for a little bit. Being a camp counselor turned out to be no easy task. So after dealing with children all day, a large Whataburger milkshake was desperately needed. I lock my car and it replies with a single “chirp”, letting me know it’s locked up for the evening. Camp’s quiet except for the buzzing of the cicadas in the trees. A bright full moon shines in the night sky, its watery reflection bouncing off of the still lake behind the cabins. The tall shortleaf and loblolly pine trees sway gently in the breeze. I pause to admire the serenity of the beautiful scene.

I continue my trek through the dirt, leaves and pine straw until arriving to my cabin. I open the creaky door. No one stirs. I’m so tired from spending the majority of my day at a the stables, sweating in the hot sun. I really need to shower. I kick off my Chacos, then strip off my tee shirt. My jean shorts are next. I wrap a towel around myself, still in my bra and underwear. I don’t want to get fully undressed in case any of my campers are still awake and can see me in the moonlight. I throw on a pair of flip-flops, and head out the door to the showers. The shower lights should stay on for at least ten more minutes. They’re on a timer and turn off at the same time ever day. I can hurry. I swing open the wooden door and step inside the shower. Concrete floors, concrete walls, with a screened in wooden roof. I can see the moon through the screen, between the pines. I fasten the latch lock on the door and hit the “shuffle” button on my music so the shower isn’t too quiet. I hang my towel on the hook and then proceed to pull my sports bra off over my head and kick off my mauve lace thong. They go onto the hook next. I turn on the water and it hisses as it works to fully heat up. The water slowly begins getting warmer. Finally, it reaches a temperature comfortable enough to step into. I let the water run all over my hard-worked body. My muscles ache from working the stables all day. I roll my neck to loosen up my tight muscles. I grab for my lavender body wash and lather myself neck to toes. I massage the sweet-scented soap all over my tan, toned body and let the steaming hot water wash it off. I’m so relaxed. I lean back into the water and wet my hair. As I do, CLICK!

The shower lights go off. Damn it. I miscalculated the timer settings in my head. The only noise now is the water running in the shower and the sounds of the woods outside. Then, breaking the silence, a familiar tune fills the air and echoes off the walls. Redbone. Donald Glover’s smooth vocals soon fill the air. I stand under the hot water in complete darkness. The sensual song gets under my skin. I feel the need to touch, or to be touched. I close my eyes and listen to the music. The moonlight shines in on my lust-filled body. One hand snakes its way to my lower lips, another to my breast. I think about the boy from class last semester that caught my eye. I fantasize about unlatching the shower door and letting him into the hot, steamy, dark shower with me. He’d wrap his arms around my waist and pull me in close to his slender body. I’d spin us around so that he’d be underneath the running water too. Once we’re equally drenched, he’d sink to his knees. He’d nudge one of my feet, telling me to spread my legs. I widen my stance. I imagine him running his tongue up and down my soft slit. He’d get to my clit and playful flick the tip of his tongue over it, causing my knees to shake. I get on his level. He forcefully pulls me towards him and our mouths crash together. I slightly open my lips, allowing his tongue to dart and wrestle with mine. He stands and I follow, not wanting to break our passionate kiss. He lowers down a hand and teases my pussy once again with a soft finger. He pushes my body against the cement wall and slowly slides his finger in and out. It’s not enough. I beg for another and he chastises me for being a greedy little slut. He spins me around , ass facing him, and he smacks it hard, leaving a stark red handprint. He grabs me by my shoulders and spins me back. Soon enough, I have three of his skilled fingers inside of me, curling up and hitting the right spot each time they exit my dripping entrance. I beg him to move faster. I feel a dull roar building up in my lower abdomen as I become more and more desperate. He takes his other hand and masterfully tease my clit. That does it. My knees buckle, my back arches and I throw my head back with a pleasured moan from the rolling, thunderous orgasm I just experienced. I stood against the wall, breathless. Redbone ends. I snap back into reality and remember it was my own hands doing the work. I had almost forgotten.

Then I quietly return to my cabin and crawl into bed. Everyone unaware of the events that just took place.