Chapter 4

Throughout the year, the heat and humidity in the capital city are brutal. However, in those days, it was even worse because air conditioning was nonexistent, a luxury item that was too expensive even for the wealthy, and for which the electric grid was not designed to sustain such high-energy-consuming appliances. Thus, taking showers three times a day, in the morning, late afternoon, and at bedtime, was an absolute necessity, as well as a much-needed relief and a pleasant routine.

I was about to step into the master bathroom, butt naked, to take my third shower of the day when I sensed Menina behind me. She, too, was stark naked, her hands clasped over her chest as if in prayer, giving me a big Cheshire Cat smile. She seemed to blush from head to toe, but was otherwise quite comfortable approaching me in indigenous style.

“What’s up?” I asked, my eyes darting from her sparkling eyes to her perky titties, and finally resting on her private area.

Her perfectly flat abdomen swelled near the base into a smooth, plump little mons that came to a point where her pale, hairless outer lips formed a perfect cleft down to her tightly closed vaginal opening. The lips were flushed with arousal to a dark rose color. Immediately, I noticed that the wisps of pubic hair were gone, and I could only imagine what she had been doing locked in the guest bathroom for hours.

Although I didn’t ask for this, there was a part of me that wanted to see what she looked like between her legs. I was ashamed of that fact, but it was undeniable. I wanted to see Menina’s pussy, and I wanted to see all of it.

She was in no way ashamed of her naked, prepubescent-looking body. It was like she wanted to show me her nakedness, willing to share her physical privacy with me. Deep down, though, I would have loved to pet her pubic patch. The feel of soft, silky pubic hair is a tantalizing turn-on.

I pretended not to notice the bare skin and the smooth triangle between her thighs, and tried not to show the hunger in my eyes.

“Can I take a shower with you, Tio, like we used to?” She held my gaze and tried to anticipate the response in my eyes.

I should have said no, but something inside me made me nod. “Sure! I imagine so!” The words fell from my lips, oblivious to the incipient swelling between my legs. It was too late to hide or make excuses for it, and I gestured for her to follow me.

The shower stall was spacious, enough for three or four to shower at the same time. It was open – no glass doors, no curtains – and, best of all, it had a ten-inch rainforest shower head, the latest fad to hit the market.

I turned on the water and faced her. Naked, we stood silent for a moment, as I appraised her perfection against the gleaming tiles, her brown legs, body, and ass waiting to join me beneath the stream. This, of course, aroused me at once, which is not a good thing to happen in close spaces, as an erection is well known to cloud one’s thinking.

Since those innocent days of long ago, she hadn’t seen me naked and had probably forgotten my erect state. Her eyes went wide as she stared at my form. I figured that if she had seen it once and was excited to look at my cock and balls, who was I to deny her the opportunity? My manhood strained. My pendulous balls swung gently with every move.

For a moment, I thought for sure she felt intimidated and was going to leave. Instead, she watched me getting soaked from head to toe, and especially in between, water cascading down the front of my body and shooting off my cock in a thick stream, splattering like piss around her feet.

Her eyes fluttered, and an impish smile of recognition creased her face as she assessed my nakedness, registering my growing hardness for her. Oh, what torture! Then a sudden moment of modesty overcame her. A reddish glow appeared on her sun-tanned face. She turned her back as though the sweet sight of her ass would suppress my desire.

I pulled her under the shower and watched the water flow over her smooth, glowing body. Her modesty was washed away, and she turned to face me. Time for just standing around was over.

I began lathering the soap into a white froth of peach-scented soapsuds. They sparkled with memories, and I washed her from top to bottom. It all led to me getting stiffer, my cock turning into a Howitzer.

My hands were everywhere; no part of Menina’s body remained untouched as I lathered and washed her delicate, smooth, brown skin.

We soaped up, rinsed ourselves, and did it all over again, occasionally messing around like kids, poking, teasing, grabbing ass for fun, splashing each other with handfuls of water, pretending we were having water fights. It felt like we were alone under a secluded waterfall by the sound and feel of the water cascading around us. Soapy nipples on creamy titties were a delicious sight to see. The smell of peaches from the soap added to the sense of sight before me.

“This is fun,” she giggled, and I forced myself to look away from the sexy suds and gave her several nods.