Samantha thought babysitting Jack would be easy, but when he refuses to shower, she makes a rash promise to join him. What starts as an awkward attempt to coax him into cleanliness quickly descends into a forbidden dance of urine and budding lust. Can Samantha control the situation, or will their shared shower lead to something far more scandalous?
I’m Samantha. I’m 24 and am currently studying to become a nurse. The other character in my recount is Jack. He is currently 18 and is in the middle of deciding which college to go to. But enough about us now. I haven’t told anyone this story but thought I should write it down for my own sake. So here we go. It all started 6 years ago when I was babysitting…
I sigh, running a hand through my hair. "Jack, come on. Your parents said you have to shower before bed." Ugh, this kid is testing my patience. I just want to relax.
Jack throws himself onto the couch, kicking his feet. "I don't wanna! Showers are boring!" Seriously? He's acting like a toddler.
I kneel down, trying to meet his eyes. "It's just a quick shower, Jack. Five minutes, and then you can have a snack and watch some TV before bed. Okay?" Maybe if I bribe him, he'll cooperate.
"No! I hate showers!" He crosses his arms stubbornly. Okay, time to get creative.
I tap my foot, trying to think of a solution. This was getting ridiculous. "Okay, look. How about this? I'll show you it's not scary or boring. I'll even get in the shower with you." Oh god, what did I just say? This is going to be so awkward.
Jack's eyes widen, a silly smirk playing on his lips. "You'll shower with me?"
"Yeah, but just to show you how easy it is. It's not a big deal." I try to sound casual, hoping he won't think too much about it. Please don't make this weird, Jack. Please.
He chews on his lip, considering. "Promise you won't laugh at me?"
"Promise. I won't laugh. Now, are you going to take that shower or what?" Just get in the damn shower, kid.
Jack grins, hopping off the couch. "Okay! Let's go!" He grabs my hand, pulling me towards the bathroom. "Wait! Can I pick the soap?" Ugh, bubblegum? Really?
I follow Jack into the bathroom, the small space suddenly feeling a lot smaller. Okay, deep breaths. Just a quick shower, nothing weird. He skips over to the cabinet, grabbing a bottle of bubblegum-scented body wash. I clear my throat.
"Okay, well, let's get this over with." I turn my back to him, starting to unbutton my shirt. "You can turn around if you want, but I'm changing." God, I hope he turns around. This is already uncomfortable enough.
I hear him shuffle behind me. "Okay."
I pull my shirt off, tossing it onto the counter, followed by my bra. My boobs jiggle a little as I move. I step out of my jeans, leaving them in a heap on the floor. I glance over my shoulder to see Jack watching me, his eyes wide. Oh great, he didn't turn around. He's probably never seen boobs before. He's still in his clothes, frozen in place.
"Come on, Jack, what are you waiting for? You can't shower with your clothes on." Is he going to make me spell it out for him?
He flushes slightly, starting to tug at his shirt. He pulls it over his head, revealing his bare chest. Okay, okay, deep breaths, Samantha. Just focus on the task at hand. I quickly look away, trying to maintain a sense of composure.
He fumbles with the button of his jeans, eventually getting them undone. He slides them down his legs, his boxers peeking out from underneath. He hesitates, looking at me nervously.
"You gonna take those off too?" I ask, trying to sound nonchalant. Please just get naked so we can get this over with.
He nods slowly, pulling them down, finally standing naked in front of me. Oh god, he's so tiny. And that little thing is definitely not hard. I try not to stare, but my eyes can't help but dart over his body, then back to his small, unaroused penis. Well, that's not intimidating at all. I try to ignore the tingling in my own pussy.
"Okay, let's just get in," I say, turning on the water. I adjust the temperature until it's warm, but not too hot. I step into the shower, the water cascading over my skin. The water is a welcome relief against my skin; the heat immediately chases away the chill that had settled deep in my bones from the cold day. Finally, some relief. This is actually kind of nice. I tilt my head back, letting the water stream down my face and neck, a sigh escaping my lips. Each drop feels like a tiny massage, loosening the knots of tension I didn't even realize I was carrying. Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all.
Jack follows, standing beside me, noticeably shorter. The water plasters his hair to his forehead, and he shivers slightly. "It's hot!" he complains, but I can see he's enjoying it too. He's such a baby.
"Just give it a minute, you'll get used to it," I say, reaching for the bubblegum body wash he picked out. I squeeze some into my hand, the sweet scent filling the small space. The fragrance mingles with the steam, creating a warm, comforting cloud. I swear, if I smell bubblegum for the rest of the night, I'm going to scream.
I start to lather up my arms, the soap slick and smooth against my skin. The hot water intensifies the sensation, making my skin tingle with pleasure. I close my eyes, letting the warmth envelop me, washing away the day's stress and leaving me feeling relaxed and content. I then begin to rub my hands down my breasts, lathering every inch in suds, enjoying the feeling. God, this feels good. I really needed this.
"See? Not so bad, right?" I say, opening my eyes and glancing at Jack. He's still standing stiffly, watching me with wide eyes. He looks like a deer caught in headlights. Poor kid. I squirt some soap into his hands. "Here, you try."
The warmth of the water continues to soothe me, relaxing muscles I didn't even know were tense. I lean my head back against the shower wall, eyes closed, completely lost in the moment. This is so relaxing. I could stay here all night. It's then that I feel the familiar urge, and without a second thought, I release the pressure. Oh shit, I have to pee.
A stream of warm liquid flows down my legs, mingling with the shower water. For a moment, I'm completely oblivious, lost in the feeling of release. But then, I register the surprised look on Jack's face, and the realization hits me. Oh my god, I'm peeing in the shower with Jack.
"Oh," I say, a slight flush rising on my cheeks. I can't help but notice that because he's so much shorter, my pee is running down his legs. I nonchalantly adjust my position slightly, trying to direct the flow away from him, but continue to pee. Well, there's no turning back now. Just gotta play it cool.
Jack's eyes widen, his mouth slightly agape. He glances down at his legs, where the warm stream is washing over him. A strange expression crosses his face – a mixture of shock and something else, something akin to arousal. His cheeks flush, and I notice his breathing has become a little heavier. Oh no, is he getting turned on? This is getting way out of hand.
"Sorry," I mumble, trying to sound casual. "Just needed to go." Please don't let him say anything. Please.
I continue to relieve myself, the stream now more forceful. I really had to go. The warm water cascades over my body, mingling with the urine, and I can't help but feel a sense of primal satisfaction. Okay, this is kind of hot. What is wrong with me?
I notice that my pee is now splashing onto Jack's chest and even his face. He sputters, his eyes widening in protest. Oops, a little too enthusiastic there.
"Hey!" he exclaims, wiping his face with his hand. "That's gross!"
I smirk, a playful glint in my eyes. "What's the matter, short stuff? Can't handle a little golden shower?" I can't believe I just said that. I'm such a bad influence.
I can't help but giggle, seeing the offended yet intrigued look on his face. He's clearly flustered, but there's also a hint of excitement in his eyes. Oh no, this is definitely going to give him a complex.
"I'm not short!" he protests, puffing out his chest.
"Sure you're not," I tease, raising an eyebrow. "Just a little closer to the ground, that's all."
I watch as he grapples with his emotions, a mix of disgust, embarrassment, and arousal swirling within him. The situation is undeniably strange, but there's an undeniable tension in the air, a sense of forbidden excitement that neither of us can ignore. Okay, this has gone far enough. Time to shut this down.
The flow of urine finally slows to a trickle, and I sigh in relief. I step back, giving Jack some space.
"Okay, I'm done," I announce, a mischievous smile playing on my lips. "Your turn to get clean, shorty."
Jack crosses his arms, a defiant look on his face. "I'm not washing until I get to pee on you too!" Oh god, he's serious?
I raise my eyebrows in surprise. "What? No way, Jack. That's disgusting." I cannot believe this is happening.
"But you just peed on me!" he argues, his voice rising in frustration. "It's only fair."
"It's not the same," I say, shaking my head. "I didn't mean to pee on you, it just happened.
"I want to pee on you! If you don't let me, I'm not washing." He turns his back to me, stubbornly refusing to budge. Ugh, he's being such a brat. What am I going to do?
I sigh, realizing I'm stuck in a stalemate. He's clearly not going to back down, and I'm not sure how to get him to cooperate.
"Jack, come on," I say, trying to reason with him. "It's just pee. It's not a big deal. Just wash up, and we can forget this ever happened." Please just let this be over.
"No! I want to pee on you!" he repeats, his voice petulant.
I consider my options, knowing that arguing with him is only going to make things worse. I could try to force him to wash, but I don't want to escalate the situation. I could call his parents, but that would make me look like I couldn't handle a simple babysitting job. I am so screwed.
"Fine," I say, reluctantly. "But just a little bit, okay? And not on my face." This is a terrible idea. A terrible, terrible idea.
Jack's face lights up, a triumphant grin spreading across his face. "Really? You'll let me?"
"Yes, but just a little bit," I repeat sternly. "And then you wash up. Got it?"
He nods eagerly, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Got it!"
I grit my teeth and kneel, lowering myself until my face is level with Jack's stomach. I can't help but notice his small, pink penis, which is now visibly erect. Oh god, he's actually hard. This is so wrong. I try to ignore it, focusing on the task at hand.
"Okay, just do it," I say, closing my eyes. Just get this over with, Samantha. Just get this over with.
Jack giggles, then begins to pee. The warm stream hits my face and chest, and I can't help but grimace. I feel him moving his penis up and down, purposefully spreading the urine across my body. Some of it splashes onto my face, and I fight the urge to gag. This is so disgusting. And yet...
"Hey, I said not on my face!" I protest weakly, my voice muffled by the water and pee.
But Jack doesn't listen. He continues to move his penis, coating my skin with his urine. I can feel the heat of his erection pressing against my cheek, and I try to remain still, reminding myself that this will be over soon. Oh god, I'm actually getting turned on. What is wrong with me?
He finishes, and the stream of urine tapers off. He pulls away, a satisfied look on his face.
"Okay, I'm done," he says, grinning.
I stand up slowly, wiping the pee from my face. I'm covered in his urine, and I feel a mixture of disgust and humiliation. But I also feel a strange sense of arousal, a forbidden thrill that I can't quite explain. I am a terrible person.
"Okay, now it's your turn to wash," I say, trying to keep my voice steady. "And then we're going to forget this ever happened." Yeah, right. Like I'm ever going to forget this.
I grab the bottle of bubblegum-scented soap, squeezing a generous amount into my hands. God, the smell is almost sickening now, a constant reminder of what just happened. I try to focus on the feeling of the warm water and soap cleansing my body, washing away the urine and the... other feelings it stirred up.
"Okay, your turn," I say, handing the bottle to Jack. He takes it eagerly, his eyes wide and innocent. What is he even thinking right now? He seems almost oblivious to the strangeness of the situation.
He starts to lather up his own body, paying extra attention to his cute little penis. I watch him, a strange mix of fascination and discomfort swirling within me. This is so wrong, I should stop this now, but...
"Here, let me help," I say, stepping closer to him. My heart is pounding in my chest. What am I doing? I take the soap from his hand and start to wash his back, my fingers gliding over his smooth skin. He shivers slightly, and I can feel his muscles tense beneath my touch. He's so small, so fragile.
As I move down his body, I can't help but notice the curve of his buttocks. They're surprisingly firm. "You have a cute butt, you know," I say, a playful smirk on my lips. I give it a little squeeze, and he giggles, completely uninhibited.
"Really?" he says, his face lighting up. He's so naive, so easily pleased.
He turns around to face me, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Now it's my turn," he says, reaching for the soap.
I hesitate for a moment, a little less reluctant than before. The warmth of the water, the soap, his touch... it's all starting to get to me. I'm so wet between my legs, my nipples hard and aching. I let him take the soap, and he starts to lather up my chest, his small hands gliding over my breasts. I close my eyes, trying to suppress the arousal that's building within me. My breasts are so full, so sensitive, and his touch...
He moves his hands lower, exploring my stomach and hips. I can feel his fingers tracing the outline of my pubic hair, so close to my throbbing pussy. I gasp slightly, and he looks up at me, his eyes wide with curiosity.
"Is this okay?" he asks innocently. God, he has no idea what he's doing to me.
I swallow hard, my heart pounding in my chest. "Yes," I whisper, barely audible. "Just be gentle." I can't believe I'm saying this. This is wrong, so wrong, but I can't stop myself.
We finish washing, the silence heavy with unspoken desires and uncomfortable truths. I step out of the shower, grabbing a fluffy towel and wrapping it around my body. I pull it tight, trying to hide my curves, to conceal the evidence of my arousal. Jack follows suit, shivering slightly as the cool air hits his wet skin. He's so small, so innocent. How did we get here? I hand him a towel, and he starts to dry himself, rubbing vigorously at his hair.
"That was... interesting," I say, breaking the silence. I can't even look him in the eye.
Jack shrugs, a sheepish grin on his face. "Yeah, it was kinda weird, but fun!"
"I don't think we should tell your parents about that," I say, a warning tone in my voice. This can never happen again.
"I won't if you don't," he replies, meeting my gaze. His eyes are so clear, so trusting. I feel like a monster.
I nod, a silent agreement passing between us. I start to dry my hair, avoiding eye contact. I need to get out of this bathroom, away from him, before I do something I really regret.
"So, what do you want to do now?" I ask, trying to change the subject. My voice is shaky.
"Can we watch a movie?" he asks, his voice eager. He's already forgotten about the whole thing.
"Sure," I say, relieved to be back on familiar territory. "Let's go pick one out."
We both head out of the bathroom, leaving the lingering scent of bubblegum and urine and the memory of what just happened behind. As we walk, I can't help but wonder what just happened in that shower. It was a strange, uncomfortable, and yet undeniably arousing experience. I know I should probably forget about it, but I can't shake the feeling that something has shifted between me and Jack. The innocent babysitting relationship has taken a turn, and I'm not sure where it's going to lead. I just hope I can keep it from going any further.