Ch.22 Satisfaction

“I can’t get no, satisfaction.”

-The Rolling Stones

After the camp I was heading straight back home to Bathurst. Jeremy was going to drive up from Canberra and meet me there on Thursday night. Knowing that I’d be with him soon, rather than giving me a sense of relief, only made me hornier and on edge. So, by day nine I was climbing the walls mentally and sexually, when Jeremy’s second letter arrived. His letter did nothing to quench my desire and far from helping, it only poured fuel on my fire.

Even though his latest letter was barely a half page long, his ability to create the perfect erotic imagery only made me even more desperate to get out of Singleton and back to him. All I could think about was how to get some action in his absence. It was driving me insane.

Jeremy’s letter reminded me of the feeling of excitement I got from walking to the bus just a few weeks earlier and being virtually naked in public, bar a thin piece of cotton, and then playing with myself behind the counter of the shop and sharing the story with him. Each time I thought about him thinking about it the blood surged into my extremes causing me to stretch out in anticipation of sex. I wanted to do something risky again and I wanted to do it now!

I was surround by hundreds of sets of eyes all practiced in the art of camouflage and concealment. So, it would have been madness to attempt a nudie run or some such thing, though I did think about it. On the other hand, there was no real risk of being caught if I just ducked down to the bathroom in the middle of the night and had a little play. But the problem with that approach was that it was dull. I might as well be back in the bathroom at home, and I was well passed that. I needed to do something that was risky but not insane.

With only one day left to go, an opportunity finally presented itself. I had drawn the early shift in the Regimental Aid Post so no one could object if I ducked out for my morning shower after shift change which was much later than the usual zero-dark-hundred drill. Usually, any injured cadets would begin to parade at about breakfast time which would be after I left the RAP so my plan seemed solid. I would be running a risk, as it was daylight and people were moving about, but that was kind of the point. The mitigation was that I didn’t expect anyone to be where I was going at that time I would be going there.

After being dismissed from the RAP I had breakfast in the unusually empty mess hall and went back to my “hut” where I slipped out of my uniform and pulled on my PT-wear, minus bra and undies for an extra thrill on my short walk. I gathered my towel and set off for the showers.

I was certainly less self-conscious this time around than my trip to the lolly shop but not entirely flippant about the risk that I was taking. Getting caught would be extremely embarrassing at the low end of the scale. Humiliated and drummed out of the reserves was certainly a possibility if a complaint was made. But that is why I was doing this, it made it so much more fun knowing that it was dangerous. And bearing that in mind I walked straight past the female shower block and into the men’s.

To say that I’d accidentally taken a wrong turn would have been easy. There was nothing really to distinguish the men’s and women’s showers visually. Only a bit of paper hastily put up on day one to remind everyone which was nominally the women’s. Nothing was put up on the others. The fact that males outnumbered females about 10:1 was a little unfair on the men as they only had about 100% more showers than the women. There was nothing to recommend one block over another either. Corrugated iron cladding on an exposed wooden fame with open drains on bare concrete with a hole leading…somewhere. Freezing in winter but fortunately it was now late October.

I paused a moment to listen for movement or life within the block before I entered. All my carefully honed infantry skills coming to the fore from my whole two weeks of training at the Land Warfare Centre. Nothing moved so I went in slowly. There was nothing on the inside that screamed “male showers”, so I was confident that if anyone saw me leaving then I had an excuse for accidentally being in the wrong place. I did a quick recce of the block: changing area with rickety old benches and nowhere to hang your clothes bar the odd bolt protruding from the wall – check; a mass shower area with rows of overhead shower roses in varying states of rust at least double my age – check. Nothing out of the ordinary. The whole block had one way in and one way out.

I’d had to get used to this kind of showering pretty quickly once I’d joined the army. The crudeness of the facilities was a rude awakening the first time but the shared nudity less so as I’d done team sports at school for many years. Only real difference now was, that by the time they joined, everyone in the army had a fully developed body and while I was still at school we were all still growing to some degree.

I was proud of my body; I especially liked my breasts, and I was fit and strong. No blemishes to speak of and since I’d done away with my pubic hair there wasn’t anything to worry about trimming down there these days. And, of course, Jeremy’s endless complements only boosted my body confidence to new levels.

I was completely alone and surrounded by metal so the only risk at this point was being stung by one of the wasps that had made their home in the shower room or a splinter from one of the wooden benches. The longer I was here the greater the chance was that I would be caught. As it was now mid-morning, I didn’t expect anyone to come here – phrasing – till after dinner and I was leaving at morning tea time, so I pretty much had to place to myself, and I figured that, as of this moment, my chances of even seeing another human here were exactly zero. That took a little bit of the thrill away, so I decided to up the risk slightly by undressing at the far end of the block, about 15m away, leaving my clothes and towel there then going back to shower area at the other end to play. Seemed liked a solid plan and one that would have given me one highlight from the last two weeks and a story to tell Jeremy next I saw him. As I have said earlier, I am quite competitive by nature and was at least trying to match Jeremy in the imagination stakes. A 15-metre nudie run alone in the boy’s showers might not be exactly living on the edge, but it added an extra bit of spice to what I had planned to do next.

I had one last look around, inside and out, to make doubly sure I was alone. I began to get excited again now that I was about to be naughty. I was on duty at an army camp surround by at least 500 young cadets and about to get stark naked somewhere I wasn’t supposed to be. I remembered Jeremy’s words about him being turned on by the thought or reality of me being naked somewhere I shouldn’t. Oh boy was he right about that! And I intended to give him a story to wank to for the rest of his life.

I’d gone commando more than once since meeting Jeremy and had also been very naughty at my workplace but this was the biggest step so far. Confident that I was completely alone, and just to be extra bad, I hooked my towel on the bolt closest to the door then slipped off my shirt and shorts. I gushed as the morning breeze touched me everywhere at once and felt the blood rush to my nethers making me instantly giddy. I paused a moment to touch myself all over, tweaking my nipples for extra sensation then headed to the showers.

I then padded down to the shower area, armed with my desire and nothing else. I was shivering with anticipation now and not because it was still morning time and I was clothed only by a wall of cold tin. When I got to the shower end, I paused and squeezed my engorged breasts with both hands. They were now saying that they, and the rest of me, were ready for action. Depending on how I was going I eventually may use my spare hand to take my weight as I leant into the final moments and use my free hand to stimulate myself.

I was already turned on by the fact that I was naked in the men’s showers, so the excitement started to build pretty quickly. Coupled with what I was doing now and that I couldn’t cover myself if discovered my latest risk-taking thrill had me ready to pop in no time at all. After two weeks I was finally getting some satisfaction, so I didn’t want it to be over too quickly. So, I took my foot off the gas – so to speak – a couple of times by changing positions and even creeping back to the doorway to get the feeling of maximum exposure.

Through the doorway – there was no door – I could see a few figures moving several hundred metres away on the far edge of a large clearing. They would have had to have been looking at me precisely at that moment with binoculars to have seen me but when they moved off moments later, I chanced a little more. Moving slowly, I edged out from behind the door frame and peered cautiously around it to see if anyone was just out of my line of sight. I had to be completely exposed to do this but only from certain directions. Squatting down low in the hope that it would hide me, I looked out both ways and decided that the coast was clear, whilst caressing my clitoris and breasts. And in a moment of madness, I even considered stepping outside into the daylight, but my sense of self-preservation took over. Another time perhaps.

Self-destruction avoided I crept back to the shower area to complete my fun. I was satisfied that I’d done something silly and exciting, but I still had my limits. I wanted to lean into final assault on my now well overdue orgasm. I supported myself with my outstretched left arm and I quickly finished myself off with my right. It had been a long time coming – so to speak – and when I finally came I kind of lay there in foetal position not moving, just enjoying the feeling as the waves slowly ebbed away. I’d been in that position on the cold concrete floor for too long by the time I began to feel my leg cramping and I knew it was time to get up. I was carefully stretching out my leg when I first heard the voices.

Male voices, lots of them and they were coming my way. I tried not to panic, why should I? I was only crouched naked on the floor of the male showers at an army base with hundreds of teenagers converging on me with a cramp. Piece of cake! I quickly reasoned that they were either coming my way or they weren’t. If the former, at this rate, I would have to sacrifice my dignity or my anatomy. My choice made; I carefully began to stretch out my leg so as not to tear anything. I knew a slip would make my situation far worse. As the voices grew louder, I had a moment to reflect on what seemed like such a solid plan only five minutes earlier but now seemed like madness.

By the time I was up on my feet I clearly had company and they were now blocking my way back to my clothes. As I’d left behind my bra and undies back in my hut there was nothing to distinguish my gym clothes from a guy’s so my new friends wouldn’t be immediately suspicious seeing them hung up. Yay me. If they noticed at all they would likely assume that another guy had arrived earlier than them. That didn’t solve my very real problem though that, within minutes, I would be naked and surrounded by an unknown number of nude teenagers. I looked around in the hope that I had missed a second door or a magical cache of perfectly fitting clothes but to no avail. My plan of being as far away from clothes as I could be while I masturbated in the male showers had just gone from sexy to stupidity.

Every second I waited led me closer to having to fight my way through a forest of penises in the nude just to make it out the door. Not a fantasy that I had ever contemplated or desired. There were only two options left, pray for a miracle that I knew wouldn’t come or brazen it out. Resigned to the least-worst option I sucked in a deep breath and stepped out in front of them.

My first thought upon entering that room was not of shame but that they were the filthiest boys in the world! Then it hit me, the reason why the camp had seemed so empty that morning. All of the cadets had all been off completing the obstacle course before breakfast and now they were back for their showers! What an idiot I was! Within a moment two of them had noticed me and stopped talking to their mates. I had to get out of there fast but not so fast that it looked like I knew that I was guilty. I was about to grab my things and leave, hoping that those two would be too stunned to react, when the rest of the group turned as one in my direction.

Knowing that I had to do something to flip the script I said as confidently as I could, “well someone is in the wrong place aren’t they!” It must have thrown them just enough that some of them looked at each other in puzzlement or out the door, unsure now if they had just blundered into the girl’s showers by accident. Seizing the opportunity, I strode over to my clothes and removed them from the bolt on which they were hanging. Some of the cadets were looking away lest they cop an eyeful and get in trouble but not all of them were fooled. I didn’t have time to get dressed before they clued-in so bundled my clothes together and walked straight out the door. Luckily for me there wasn’t a long line of filthy teenagers queued up for the next hundred metres waiting outside for me. In fact, there was no one. This group had somehow made it back to the camp well in advance of the rest of the cadets and I had had the misfortune – entirely through my own fault – of being in the one place they come first on their return. I dashed to the girl’s showers and dressed. There was no one here yet and I realised that bar that small group, I had actually gotten away with it. Yes, they would tell their mates, and some might recognise me from the RAP, but I would be going home in an hour and if anyone ever asked, I would just claim to have made a navigational blunder. No one had seen anything else that I had been doing. Still, for the last hour of that camp I keep a very low profile and as far away from the cadets as I could.

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