Leonie invites Fynn to the camping washhouse_(0)

I entered the somewhat hidden back-entrance of the wash house. God knows why the thing had two entrances, to two non-connected parts, and one was in the back where no one ever went. Sand and pine tree needles on the floor spoke of disuse, as did the damp and mildly musty smell. The shower was running in one of the cubicles, the other doors were either open or at least unlocked.
“Leonie?” I asked tentatively. “You there?”
“Fynn?” Her voice came from the locked cubicle.
“Yes.”
“Are you alone”
“Yes.” I heard steps inside. “What are we doing here?” I asked. The place was a bit creepy.
The door opened a tiny bit and Leonie peeked out.
“You didn’t tell anyone?”
“No, I didn’t.”
“Good, come on in.” She left the door only slightly ajar, the water began to run again.
I carefully opened the door and froze then and there. Inside the cubicles was a small bench with two clothes hooks, then a small step and behind that the shower. Leonie stood with her back to me and from what I could see in the dim light, she was buck naked.
She turned her head and said urgently: “Come quickly! And close the door!”
Without turning my eye from her naked form, her back, her straight waist, her small bum and her slim legs, I obeyed. I closed and locked the door and stood there flabbergasted. I couldn’t pry my gaze away from here, the first naked girl I had seen since my sexual awakening. Leonie took her hair over her shoulder and started twisting it a little, while still looking at me over her shoulder.
“Don’t you want to get under the shower?”
I snapped out of it: “Uh. Y-Yes.” I took off my sandals and t-shirt, Leonie wasn’t looking at me anymore, but seemed to be picking at her hair absentmindedly. I had the largest erection ever in my swimming shorts, but somehow I was ashamed of taking them off. My heart was in my mouth as I stepped into the shower. Water trickled down Leonie’s back and bottom.
When she heard my steps she looked back at me. She pouted her lips, then smiled broadly. “What is this?” she asked reproachful and turned to face me.
She stood only one step away. Leonie was about a head taller than me, bearing her weight on her left leg, the other one was relaxed, with her hands on her hips. Her light brown hair was twisted to a large trunk and lay on her shoulder. She had small breasts with light pink nipples, a flat tummy and her cooch was naked, except for a few very fine, transparent hairs. My erection strained in my shorts as my eyes followed the water that ran from her neck to her legs. She squatted in front of me, grabbed the waistband of my trunks and pulled them down, so that my boner bobbed up and down. Leonie goggled at it, while I freed my legs.
„Wow, it’s huge!“ she mumbled. I felt exceptionally proud. Awestruck she put a hand on it and pulled me under the shower, where she wrapped her second hand around the shaft next to the first one. Her touch was electrifying, a pleasant feeling spread through my lower regions. He hair was washed to the front by the shower, so that I could only see her slack jaw. She giggled and caressed my cock and balls. Then she rose and grinned at me, not letting go of my penis. Leonie brushed her hair back with her other hand and stepped closer, legs slightly apart. She rubbed by bell-end against her slit. The feeling was intense, we had goosebumps and she withdrew with a deep-drawn sigh. Leonie bit her lip, looked cheekily out of her large green eyes and began to rub my prick against the upper end of her pussy again. Her fine hairs and soft skin felt incredibly good. She came forward, so that my stiffy slipped between her thighs.