Round 14. (thanks Tasha).

Rob’s head swam as their bodies touched. Her naked, wet skin against his. Despite his best efforts he started to swell. She was inches away, naked. And he could do nothing about it because all their friends were around them. And he didn’t want to do something to push her away. But she wasn’t swimming away, she was staying close.
He reached his hand out under the water to find hers. Claire felt the movement, what was he doing? She wanted him to touch her so badly. His fingers brushed against her thigh as he tried to find her hand. She gasped. She liked that? Should he do it more? He let his hand move back over her thigh. He saw her eyes flicker; she didn’t try to stop him. They were about a foot apart and he didn’t try to get any closer. If he did she might sense his hardness, and that might spook her.
He ran his fingers up from her thigh to her waist. What he really wanted to touch was there, right there. Dare he? She held her breath, oh please! It was too much. He was touching her naked skin. His beautiful fingers just an inch away from where she most wanted them. He was looking right into her eyes. She reached her own hand out and lightly touched his chest, running up to his shoulders.
And suddenly they were being splashed. Kellan was thrashing his arms about, getting everyone. Claire blinked the water out of her eyes and Rob cursed under his breath. That was it; she was swimming back to the shore.

Rob splashed about half heartedly with the other for a while, but he kept looking back to the beach. He saw Claire pull her clothes back on and go back to the bus. He followed her.

By the time he was out of the water and dressed Claire was in the shower. He could hear the water running as soon as he got on the bus. He went through the kitchen. The bathroom door was open; she hadn’t bothered closing it because she thought she wouldn’t need to. And it did get very steamy in there with the door closed. Her clothes were piled up on the floor. He went closer. The steam was rising from the shower, curling around the ceiling. He went closer still.
He stood in the bathroom doorway, to the side of the door. He could see her, but she couldn’t see him. He wasn’t going to stay. He was going to give her her privacy. And then she moved and her body rubbed against the shower door, clearing the mist. There she was. Her back. Wow, her back! She had tattoos! That was a surprise. Stars, black and purple stars all across her lower back, fuck! He was solid as a rock in seconds. His eyes travelled up and bugged almost out of his head. Between her shoulders was a large purple and black butterfly, its tails trailing down her spine. And there was something on her shoulder, but he couldn’t see from here. It looked like two words.
He really should go and leave her. But he was glued to the spot. He leaned against the door frame and just watched. She was moving, soaping herself. He could see her hands moving over her body. She was touching all the places he most wanted to touch. He had to undo the fly of his shorts, he was straining so hard against it, it was hurting. Oh God she was turning. She was turning around so that she could tip her head under the water to wash her hair. She had her eyes closed and was leaning back, pushing her breasts forward. He could see all of her. It was taking all his strength to just stand there. He could see her patch of hair, fuzzy through the glass, but still there. He wanted to bury his face in that hair. He wanted to climb in there with her, drop to his knees and taste her. He licked his lips at the thought. And he could see more stars; they were over her hip and across her belly, dipping down towards her sex. Gagh! Oh she really was going to kill him!
He was so busy thinking about what she might taste like and feel like he didn’t notice her turn off the water. Suddenly she was standing before him. She still couldn’t see him. She was rubbing herself down with a towel, rubbing at her hair. Rob’s hands were tingling, desperate to reach out. But if she saw him now then she would know that he’d been watching her. She might not like that; she might think it was creepy. Which he supposed it sort of was. But he couldn’t stop now.
When she turned to face him he felt his hand rub over his erection. He hadn’t made the decision, but it felt good. He shook himself. He was not going to stand there and wank while watching Claire dry herself. That really was creepy. He bit down hard on his lip.
He was doing ok until she opened a bottle of baby oil. Oh for the love of...He tried to look away, this was too much. But she was rubbing it into her arms, her shoulders. Then she raised one leg and started rubbing oil into her thigh. Down to her calf, then the same with the other leg. He whimpered. He was in serious pain now, desperate for friction, anything to release the pressure. Her oily hand moved over her stomach, around her back and over the stars. Then back again to her breasts. Oh fuck she had her breasts in her hands, rubbing them. He was nearly bent double, fuck it hurt! He gripped the doorframe; digging is nails into the wood. He’d let out the moan before he could stop himself. Claire’s head snapped round and she grabbed a towel.
‘Rob!’ Was he ok? He looked like he was in agony.
‘I’m...sorry.’ He gasped.
She went over to him. Had she done this to him? Oh poor baby! Gently she ran her hand over his throbbing cock. Rob groaned and leaned against the door frame. Did he really want her that much? She couldn’t leave him in this state.
‘Please. Claire, Please!’ He groaned.
She moved her hand over him again and lightly squeezed. That was all it took. He shuddered and moaned low as he came. She hardly needed to touch him to make him come so hard he thought he wouldn’t stop. What would it be like if she actually let him...?