Chapter 25: Anna’s Shower

Sunday, May 23, 1971

I had to pee.

Some people claim to have an internal clock to help them know when to wake up. Personally, I think they are like me and just have a tiny bladder. Sleepily, I made my way to the communal bathroom to take care of my morning routine. I had decided to start getting this body back in shape.

The air was crisp as I went outside and began my stretches. I decided to head for the registration building and set off at a moderate pace. The sky was light, but the sun had not yet peeked over the mountains as I started my run.

As I ran, I practiced sensing for range. I could detect emotions coming from the general area of the Dining Hall. Three people were busy preparing breakfast. Someone was in the stables, and there were several around the security station and the nearby RV. I extended the range and could sense others about a mile away on a small hill that looked out over the ranch. They had spotted me out and were notifying others, complaining of me starting so early.

I was only slightly winded by the time I reached the registration building, so I turned around and started back without stopping. By the time I made it back to the Lodge, I was tired, but pleased. I figured a little over two miles wasn’t bad for the first time.

I decided to stop by the Dining Hall to see what time they started serving breakfast, but I was secretly hoping I could get a cup of coffee. The main part of the Dining Hall was still dark, but all the lights were on in the kitchen. I noticed that none of the buildings had locks on the doors, as I went in.

In the kitchen, the big black lady from yesterday was busy frying sausage in a huge cast-iron skillet. She was dressed in an apron, and a skirt. There were pans of bacon in the industrial stove. And on the counter, sat dishes of potatoes cooked with onions.

“Would a poor man have a chance with such a beautiful creature?” I asked the cook.

“What you doing here, boy?” she asked me.

Then before I could answer, she asked, “Ain’t you the one that they’s raisin’ all the fuss about?”

“Alas, I am but a poor soul in search of a cup of coffee,” I waxed, not very poetically.

She looked at me for a moment before grabbing a cup from the rack behind her.

“You need cream or sugar?” she asked as she place the cup of hot coffee in front of me.

“Black is fine. Thank you.”

She reached in a warmer and pulled out two large biscuits. Adding a slice of sausage to them, she handed them to me on a small plate. While I was busy tearing into them, she went to the large commercial refrigerator and returned with a glass bottle of orange juice.

In between bites, I introduced myself. She said she figgered who I was, but couldn’t figger out what all the fuss was about. So I told her my life’s story. All seven days of it, including the mystical ‘old man’.

She didn’t doubt a word. It seems she was well aware of the spirits. Many of them inhabited these very mountains she told me.

I told her I had only met the one myself.

By the time I finished the sausage biscuits and coffee, Mable and I were friends. And while she was filling me up, she tried to fix me up with her daughter, her niece, and finally herself. But she was only half-serious about the first two.

I thanked her again for the coffee and biscuits and headed for the communal showers at the Lodge.

I noticed that Anna was the only one stirring. A few minutes later, as I was standing under the spray, rinsing off, Anna entered the communal bathroom.

“Oh good! You’re awake. I need to talk to you. I have...”

I kissed her. And as I did, I let her feel my raging sixteen year old hypersexual hormones and an equally raging Little Mike.

“Oh!” she said when I lifted my lips from hers.

“Good morning, Anna,” I said. “What were you saying?”

“Uh, I ... forgot,” Anna replied, sheepishly.

I just smiled at her. It wasn’t often I caught her off guard like this.

“You know, a guy can get in lots of trouble assaulting a Federal Agent. Particularly this early in the morning,” Anna teased. “And especially naked in the shower.”

“It’s all a matter of priorities,” I told her. “A civil greeting is usually not considered assault, but it is usually instigated prior to negotiations.”

“Negotiations?” Anna asked.

“Yeah. You were about to tell me you have to fly to Washington DC, and want me to promise to be good and stay close to the Lodge while you’re gone,” I told her.

“I keep forgetting about your, ah, powers,” she sighed.

“You also are horny and not certain you are ready to face your father,” I added.

“Damn!” Anna thought as she turned and busied herself with starting her shower.

“Allow me,” I told her as I slipped under the shower’s spray beside her. Then taking the shampoo from her and squeezing some in my hand, I began to shampoo her hair.

“I wonder if she knows how incredibly sexy she really is?” I thought to myself.

“You really do think that, don’t you?” she asked.

“Think what?” I replied.

“Think that I’m sexy. Even though I’m twice your age.”

Wrapping my arms around her, I cupped her tits, and nuzzled her neck below her ear.

“You forget. I’m actually more than twenty years older than you are. I just happen to have a teenage body. And a teenage libido, and teenage hormones, and a teenage cock that recovers rapidly,” I whispered in her ear.

Anna moaned.

“And showering with beautiful, sexy, younger girls always turns me on!” I kept whispering. Her passion was rising, but she was fighting it.

“And it doesn’t hurt to be able to read your feelings, and to know you want me,” I thought to her.

When she realized the truth to my words, she relaxed and quit fighting me. Her hands were on top of mine, as she began pushing me to squeeze her breasts harder. Leaning her head back against my shoulder, Anna closed her eyes as she wiggled her hips slowly, grinding her ass against my rampant cock. She moaned again, softly.

“You know, you’ve helped me out a couple of times,” I said as I moved one hand lower, over her flat belly, to the tumultuous valley between her legs. “I think NOW would be a good time to return the favor.”

Anna didn’t say anything. Instead she just moaned softly.

As I caressed her swelling mons pubis, I could feel the longing that trembled deep inside her. Even though it would be more than a decade before Ladas, Whipple, and Perry published their controversial best seller, I decided it was time to show Anna where her own G spot was. And ... what happens when it’s properly stimulated.

Dropping my other hand to the soft area at the top of her pubic mound, I pressed in and down slightly with the flat of my hand. At the same time, I curled the two middle fingers of my hand on her labia, splitting the soft folds until both fingers were buried as deep as they would go. Then lifting gently, I curled my fingers a little more and pulled up and away from me, causing her to thrust her pussy forward and tilt it up more.

“There! There it is,” I thought to myself with satisfaction. The little patch of skin inside her pussy that felt slightly rougher than the surrounding area. Pushing down with my hand on her pelvis, while gently pulling upward on her pussy, and curling and uncurling my fingers inside her pussy, I knew she was close. So I stopped.

“You bastard! Don’t stop!” she gasped. “I’m so-o close. Please, Michael!”

“I happen to have it on good authority he is NOT a bastard,” Catherine snickered.

“Uh!” Anna grunted as she tried to turn around to see who had entered the showers with us. However, I held her firmly in place, bent forward at the waist with most of our combined weight on her hands against the shower wall. For a moment, as she flexed her body and fought to get away, I became aware of a conflict. Suddenly, Anna creamed in my hand as she came, excited beyond anything she could remember.

“Well what do you know? It seems the good doctor really does get off on humiliation!” I thought.

“Good morning, Michael. Good morning, Dr. Carter. It looks like my grandson is taking very good care of his doctor this morning!” she said, devilishly. I knew then that Catherine was feeling the connection I had established between the three of us.

Hello, Grandmother. Would you like to watch as I fuck this little secret agent’s ass?” I thought to both of them.

Anna was mortified. She flushed deeply, and moaned. I lifted slightly and strummed my fingers inside her pussy once again. Anna was torn. On one hand, she wanted to run away and hide, and on the other, she wanted the massive orgasm that she felt approaching.

“Tell me, Doctor. Do you give all your patients this kind of ... uh ... personal attention?” Catherine asked not so innocently. Her voice had its own quiver as she felt Anna’s building climax.