Amanda woke up, disoriented and confused. Rubbing her eyes she looked around at her unfamiliar surroundings. She seemed to be in some sort of blue-tinted room. Panicking she sat up with a jolt.

Looking down at her body, Amanda found herself cozily tucked into a sleeping bag. Then she realized she was in the family tent and the sunshine was streaming through the blue synthetic material. Beside her, Travis and her father slumbered peacefully in their own sleeping bags.

Amanda lay back down. Her dad must have gotten tired of driving and stopped at a campground. That had been the original plan, to stop somewhere in Ohio and rest before continuing the drive to Boston. Pulling her sleeping bag back over her, Amanda fell asleep again.

She woke up to the sharp sound of a sleeping bag zipper being undone. Blinking and rubbing her eyes, Amanda eyes blearily focused on her father rolling up his sleeping bag.

"Wake up, kids," he said, prodding the sleeping form of Travis next to him. "It's almost four o'clock in the afternoon. We've got to pack up and get cleaned up before hitting the road."

Yawning, the kids grumpily crawled from their warm sleeping bags. Thirty minutes later, the tent was taken down and all the gear stowed in the station wagon. The Blackwells each took their overnight bags and headed for the shower room.

"Amanda," her father asked as they walked, "what happened to your jeans? I was tucking you into your sleeping bag last night and the button of your jeans was missing."

Amanda stumbled as her father asked her the question. Suddenly it all came flooding back to her: the empty restrooms last night, the stranger touching her over and over, the strange explosion that shook her body last night... She had almost forgotten it happened, or at least thought it was just a dream. But her missing jeans button confirmed it. With a shudder, she remembered the man's smirk, his mustache, the orange hunting cap...

"Amanda?" her dad repeated.

"Um, I don't know what happened to the button, Daddy. I think it fell off," she replied, feeling embarrassed. She wanted to tell him what had happened but she felt terribly ashamed. Guiltily, she remembered how she wished she could have that sweetly pleasurable feeling again. The man had molested her but she had not only liked it, but she had wanted it to happen again.

Shrugging, her dad led the two kids into the men's shower room. The facilities at this campground were very modern and the showers were located in a large room with a bank of twenty private showers. As such, the showers were very popular and the room was bustling with activity. At the moment, only two were open, however.

"Amanda, Travis," her dad said, raising his voice to be heard above the clatter of the room, "why don't you kids take those two showers?"

"I have to go the bathroom," Amanda said automatically.

"Okay," her dad said. "I'll go shower then. You take the next shower that opens and meet us outside when you're done, okay?"

Amanda nodded. Her dad and Travis headed to the showers while she went to the toilets on the other side of the room. She found an empty stall and peed. When she was done, Amanda returned to the shower area and sat on a bench to wait for a shower stall to open up. The shower room was very loud, with a din of echoing voices, flushing toilets, buzzing hair dryers, and running water all competing.

As she waited, Amanda noticed some boys staring at her. She suddenly remembered that she was in the men's shower room. There hadn't been any question of her going alone into the women's showers. Amanda pretended to not notice the boys' staring.

Finally a shower opened up. Amanda entered the stall and closed the door behind her. The shower stall itself was divided into two areas. There was a small changing area with a bench and towel hook just behind the shower door and then there was the shower itself which was separated from the changing area by a shower curtain.

Amanda undressed, leaving her sandals on. Stepping into the shower area, she drew the curtain behind her and turned on the water. Savoring the feel of the hot water, Amanda began to wash her hair. She had just rinsed the lather from her hair when, out of the corner of her eye, she saw the shower curtain open behind her.

The young girl spun in surprise and found herself face to face with the man from the restrooms. He was naked.

Instinctively, Amanda tried to scream but the man reached out and capped her mouth with his hand. Her shriek was cut short but the loud hubbub of the shower room would have drowned her out anyway.

"Hello, Amanda," he said, pulling her against his body. Amanda could feel his penis pressing against the back of her neck as she struggled. His hairy leg brushed against her back. "You're not going to scream," he told her. "It's too loud in here anyway. No one can here you." He took his hand away.

"What are you doing here?" Amanda asked, shaken.

"I'm just taking a shower," the man replied easily. "You're going to help, aren't you?" He took her by the shoulders and turned her so she face him. The eight year old girl was now at eye level with his crotch and dangling penis. It was obvious what he wanted her to do.

He silently handed her the soap. Swallowing, Amanda took it and lathered it up in her hands. Making a face, the eight year old girl tentatively swiped at the man's penis.

"Wash it like you mean it," the man told her.

Grimacing, Amanda began to soap up his penis, picking it up in one hand and spreading the lather around his hairy crotch. She moved to wash his scrotum, his testicles appearing even bigger in her small hand. Her other hand was holding his soft penis out of the way but now she felt it swelling and inflating. Soon it was fully hard and jutting out from his body. Despite her distaste with her task, Amanda couldn't help but feel slightly fascinated.

She let the water run onto the man's crotch, washing away the lather. Even though she knew he was technically clean now, she still felt his penis was unsightly and repugnant. The man smiled at her.

"Thank you, Amanda," he said, reaching for the soap. "Let me return the favor..." Amanda stood stiffly as he began to wash her. He rubbed the lather into her neck and back, making the young girl squirm in reluctant pleasure. Next, he moved on to her chest, taking time to gently pinch the pink nipples on her girlish, flat chest. Then he quickly lathered up her legs before moving back to her crotch.

Amanda swallowed hard as the man squatted behind her. His soapy hand dipped between her legs as he fondled her hairless cunny. Without realizing it, the eight year old girl moved her feet apart to give him better access. Once she become conscious of her action, Amanda blushed deeply, the shame welling up inside her.

The man used the extra room to work his entire hand between her legs, scrubbing thoroughly at her privates. He even dipped his hand into the crack of her bum, taking care to clean her dimpled anal rosette. Guiltily, Amanda felt a flush of pleasure spread across her young body.

Suddenly, the man stopped and turned off the water. Amanda felt conflicting emotions of disappointment and relief. He took her by the shoulders and rotated her. Amanda turned to see his erect penis pointing straight at her face.

"You're just the right height, aren't you?" the man smiled "Open your mouth, Amanda."

The young girl let her mouth part slightly. The man moved closer and his penis brushed her lips but he didn't stop pushing so Amanda opened her mouth wider and let it enter. The man's penis was so large and Amanda was so small that she couldn't manage to fit any more of his penis into the mouthful she already had.

The man didn't care though. He began to fist his penis outside her mouth. Not knowing what to do, Amanda stood prone with the tip of the man's penis in his mouth. She didn't suck so the drool began to pool in her mouth. Since she had already washed his penis, it didn't taste like much of anything in her mouth. Still, Amanda wished she could take it out.

The man continued masturbating, enjoying the feel of his cock in the eight year old girl's mouth. The drool began to dribble out the corner of her mouth so Amanda swallowed, her tongue accidentally caressing the underside of the man's penis. He sighed from the incidental contact. He could feel his balls tightening up and getting ready to drown the young girl in his semen.

Amanda stood motionless in the shower stall, her hands at her sides and her mouth full of the man's penis. Her saliva was pooling in her mouth so Amanda swallowed again, her tongue swirling underneath his penis. The man moaned loudly and began moving his fist faster.

The young girl was not at all expecting what happened next. The man moaned again and suddenly his penis erupted, spewing a hot fluid into her mouth. Amanda gagged and tried to get away but he grabbed her head and held her tight. With great difficulty Amanda swallowed the semen in her mouth, not knowing what it was. She had to swallow though because the man's penis continued to spurt and spray in her mouth.

She swallowed her second mouthful. Then another. Finally the man loosened his grip on her hand and Amanda turned her head, spitting his penis out of her mouth. She coughed and retched but her mouth was empty. She had already swallowed everything he had discharged. Grimacing, Amanda wondered if he had peed in her mouth.

She looked up at the man who was leaning against the shower wall, catching his breath. His penis was deflating, hanging limply between his legs now. Sighing, he shuffled toward the shower curtain.

"Thank you, Amanda," he said over his shoulder. "I'm going to go. You can finish showering now." He parted the shower curtain and was about to leave when Amanda spoke.

"Wait," she said, hating herself. She held out the bar of soap. "Can you wash me again?" The moment the words left her mouth, Amanda felt deeply ashamed.

The man stopped in his tracks. He grinned broadly at the little girl. "Why should I wash you again?" he asked. "I already did it once."

Amanda blushed deep red. "I... I think don't think I'm clean yet."

The man considered for a moment. "Tell you what, Amanda. I've got my digital camera here with me. If you pose for a few pictures for me, I'll wash you again."

"Pose here in the shower?" Amanda asked.

"Yep."

Amanda reflected for a moment. "Okay," she agreed. The man dug in his duffel bag and produced a camera. He stepped back inside the shower and closed the curtain.

"What do you want me to do?" Amanda asked uncertainly.

But the man was already snapping pictures of her. "That's perfect," he told her. "Just like that. Smile now."

Amanda tried to force a smile. She felt horribly guilty for asking the stranger to touch her again. She knew it was wrong but she wanted to have that nice feeling again...

"Good," the man said, still taking pictures. "Lean back against the wall... Perfect. Okay, Amanda, now reach between your legs and spread yourself open for me."

"What?" Amanda asked, confused. The man took her hands and arranged them on her hairless lips. "Like this," he told her. He snapped a few more of the eight year old girl opening her bald pussy for him, revealing the delicate pink of her privates.

"That's good," he told her. "Let's just take a few more. How about you get on your hands and knees and point that cute little ass of yours at me?"

Gulping back her nervousness and embarrassment, Amanda did as the man directed. She got on her hands and knees and pointed her bum at the man, feeling self-conscious for so being so brazenly naughty. She had never revealed herself like this before.

The man tried to contain his excitement as he stared at the eight year old girl's wrinkled anal opening and her hairless slit. "Good, good," he muttered. Amanda waited, studying the shower tile as he took his pictures. Finally she heard him tell her to stand up.

"You've been a good girl, Amanda," he told her approvingly. "I'll give you what you asked for now." Squatting in front of her, he extended a finger and began probing her puffy slit. Amanda shifted her feet further apart again, giving him better access. Neither one made any mention of the forgotten `washing' ruse.

Amanda sighed, feeling the familiar tingling building inside her. The man rubbed her little button hard, making her shudder. Amanda closed her eyes and the man smirked as he fondled this willing girl's cunny. The rest of the shower room was oblivious as this stranger molested an eight year old girl in the privacy of a shower stall.

His finger was now sawing in an out of her hairless slit as he brought Amanda closer and closer to her long-awaited second orgasm. He could see her leg muscles involuntarily spasming with pleasure and his finger slid easily along her pink valley, lubricated by her own moisture.

Suddenly Amanda let out a high-pitched whine as the orgasm slammed into her. Without meaning to, she reached out and gripped the man's shoulders to maintain her balance as she gasped with pleasure. The man watched with great interest as the eight year old girl came so hard that she was standing on her tip-toes.

Spent, Amanda slumped against the wall as little aftershocks made her tremble. The man stood up. "I have to go now, Amanda," he said. "Thanks for the great time." Then the shower curtain whooshed shut and he was gone. Slowly, Amanda finished her shower. When she opened the curtain to reach for her towel, the changing area was empty.

Her hair still wet, Amanda exited the men's shower room and found her dad and Travis waiting for her on a picnic table. "Finally," Travis said, standing up.

"Did it take a while for a shower to open, honey?" her dad asked her, providing her with an excuse.

"Yes, daddy," she said. Amanda decided that what the stranger had done to her would be her secret. It was over now anyway. The Blackwells returned to their station wagon and packed up their remaining supplies.

Amanda settled into her old familiar spot in the backseat. She watched the sunlight filter through the trees as her dad left the campground and returned to the highway. They had to stop at a tollbooth first though and there were several cars waiting to pay.

Glancing out her window, Amanda spotted a familiar red Volkswagen van in a line two lanes over. Craning her neck, she tried to make out the driver and saw the fluorescent flash of a bright orange hunting cap.

Sitting up in her seat, Amanda asked, "Daddy, how much further is it until we get to Boston?"

Glancing at her in the rearview mirror, her father replied, "I don't know, honey, maybe about twelve or fourteen hours?" Amanda nodded and reclined into the worn upholstery of the station wagon. Absent-mindedly, her hand snaked into her underpants beneath her jeans and began to rub her little button.