Archive-name: Working/camp.txt

Archive-author: Ron Kaplan

Archive-title: Summer Camp





     Jack was the baseball instructor for Camp  Wanamaro.   As  a

specialist, he enjoyed perks the regular counselors didn't, like more 

time off in the evenings and less time with the crabby kids.



     This was Jack's third year at the camp, and he had earned  a

reputation as being quite friendly ("Considering he's a New Yorker..."), 

someone you could talk to about camp or personal problems.  He enjoyed 

this status and found it easy to maintain.  The one thing he lacked at 

camp was a summer romance.  At 23, he was older than most of the other 

staffers, who were either just starting college or finishing high 

school.  There were a few older, more mature people whose company he 

enjoyed, but there had never been any special girl.  Until now.



     Linda was the new gym instructor.  Although the first thing Jack 

noticed about her was her gentle laugh (he had his back to her at the 

time), the second characteristic that caught his attention was her 

fantastic body.  At 5'7", 110 pounds and a 35-23-34 figure, she was the 

epitome of feminine athleticism -- supple, firm, graceful.  Her short-

cropped blonde hair reminded him of Peter Pan, but there was nothing 

boyish about the rest of her.



     Linda was 21, finishing her degree in Physical Education at York 

University in Toronto.  Jack discerned that she was bright as well as 

pretty.  The similar nature of their specialties helped them become 

friends.  Once in while they would go for a walk, but he was a bit 

threatened by her attractiveness.  Linda was out of Jack's league and he 

was content just to chat with her.  Jack did not have a great self-

image, even though he knew he was a good physical specimen and had a 

brain and a sense of humour.  Still, when it came to women...



     Three weeks into camp, the owner threw a party for the staff.  He 

hired a bus to take the group to a local pub for food and  music.

Everyone looked forward for the chance to get away from the kids and 

unwind.



     The staffers were decked out in their (relative) finest.  For many 

that meant clean jeans and only slightly dirty t-shirts.  Most of the 

time everyone wore shorts or bathing suits, so it was a bit strange to 

see them with "clothes" on.



     Jack picked out Linda from the crowd.  She looked splendid in a 

pair of semi-snug pale blue jeans and a white gauze long- sleeve shirt. 

She smiled at him as she passed on her way to the bus.  He could smell 

her freshly laundered skin and hair as he cursed himself for being such 

a coward.



     The party went from 9-11:30, which gave many of the younger staff, 

drinking for the first time, ample opportunity to get smashed.  Jack and 

Linda sat with a group of older staff  and  chuckled  over  their

colleagues' pie-eyed behaviour.  Linda and Jack danced a bit (quite 

well, they decided) and enjoyed each other's company.  



     One of the other counselors approached her a few times, wanting to 

dance.  Mitch had a reputation, too.  He was a notorious ladies man, at 

least in his own mind.  Linda danced with him once but declined future 

requests.



     When it came time to return to Wanamaro, Jack was one of the first 

on the bus, ensuring a choice seat.  The rest of the  staff  soon

staggered on.  When Linda got on, she took a seat across the aisle from 

him.  Jack casually suggested, "maybe you better sit here" indicating 

the window seat next to him, "otherwise Mitch will probably bother you 

the whole way back."  She heeded the warning, squeezing past him onto 

the seat.  Sure enough, Mitch boarded, looked for her, and glared at 

Jack when he saw them together.  Case closed.



     Several days later the director threw the season's first camp 

social.  Linda was there, wearing a sleeveless summer dress.  It was 

strange to see her in such attire, Jack thought, after days of sweats 

and shorts.  It was a nice change.  



     Toward the end of the social, with only the senior  kids  in

attendance, Linda asked Jack for a dance.  By that time, most of the 

kids were sitting outside the rec hall, bored, wanting to return to 

their bunks.  The two specialists went around while the DJ played some 

disco.  When the record ended and was replaced with a slow number, Jack 

thanked Linda and started to move off.  She placed her hand on his arm 

and asked "How about one more?"  He was a bit surprised but happily 

complied.



     He put his arms around her slim waist.  The room was hot and Linda 

was covered with a fine sheen of perspiration.  She pulled him closer 

against her warm body, as she said quietly "Don't be shy, Jack."  He 

felt her warm breath against his neck as they moved to the romantic 

tune.  



     Thankfully the lighting in the dancehall was subdued, so they 

didn't have to worry about prying eyes.  Linda positioned herself so 

Jack's leg was between hers and pressed even closer.  He panicked as he 

felt the stirrings of an erection and prayed the music would end before 

it became evident to her.  But she kept him right against her.  He felt 

her nipples harden and push through the thin material of her dress.  He 

tentatively slipped his hand down to her firm ass and was just about to 

squeeze it when the song was over.  



     As Jack began to pull away, Linda looked up at him with dreamy eyes 

and leaned up for a kiss.  He couldn't believe that Linda, the most 

desirable girl in camp, was kissing him!



     The DJ announced the final song of the evening, another slow tune. 

Linda looked at Jack and held out her arms.  Jack enwrapped her tightly. 

Their lips touched, her mouth opened slightly.  This time, he caressed 

her ass, pulling her closer.  Her tongue entered his mouth and swirled 

against his own.  She pressed her tits against him and Jack could swear 

he heard her moan quietly.  But as they were still in the midst of 

children, they kept our heads.



     When the lights came up she gave him a final peck on the cheek and 

said goodnight.  Jack ran to the showers to try and cool off and reflect 

on what had happened.



     The next morning, on a break between classes, Linda sought out Jack 

to tell him how impressed she was with the way he had acted at the staff 

party, and how he "saved" her from Mitch.  "Sharon (her co-staffer) and 

I were talking about you and she thought it was a very gallant gesture. 

We were thinking about what a nice guy you are and isn't it a shame you 

spend so much time alone.  I just wanted to say thanks."



     "Is that why you kissed me last night?" he asked 



     "The first time.  But that got me more interested.  Maybe we could 

spend some more time getting to know each other.  Why don't you meet me 

at 9:30 at the treehouse?"  The treehouse was a structure near the 

entrance to the camp, always empty for some reason.



     The day dragged by.  Every time they passed, Linda would wink at 

him.  After dinner Jack showered, trying not to be too obvious about his 

plans.  In such a small camp, the mere act of taking a shower was cause 

for suspicion.



     When 9:30 finally came, Jack forced himself to walk slowly to the 

treehouse.    



     "Psst.  Up here."  Linda was already in the structure where she 

probably got a good laugh at his stumbling down the darkened 

road on this moonless night.



     Jack scaled the rope ladder and Linda hauled it up after him.  She 

was wearing a pair of wide-legged fleece shorts and  a  tank  top

underneath an unzipped sweatshirt.  "Have a seat, don't be so formal," 

she said as she held out a can of contraband beer, still cold from the 

stream the ran behind her bunk.



     As he sat on her opened sleeping bag she stretched her slinky 

frame, "Boy, what a hard day it's been.  Chasing after the 7-year-olds 

for three hours.  Then the oldest girls come in and flop on the mats 

with their trashy paperbacks and nail polish.  I feel so tense."



     "Maybe you'd like a little neck rub?" Jack proposed, hoping the 

dryness in his throat wouldn't make his voice crack.



     "No," she said.  "I think I want a little neck-"ing".  She slid 

next to him and kissed him.  Her hand fell immediately into his lap and 

reached for him burgeoning cock.  She grabbed the shaft and started to 

rub it through his shorts.  Jack slipped his arm around her waist to 

pull her closer.  



     Things were moving very quickly, he thought, as he moved his hand 

under her sweatshirt to happily discovered she wasn't wearing a bra. 

She grabbed his other hand and pressed it to a hot, throbbing tit.  He 

tugged at her growing nipple and she gasped, "Suck it," lifting her tank 

top over her sumptuous mounds.  Jack lowered his head for a taste.  It 

sprang fully erect at the touch of his tongue.  Linda pulled Jack to her 

other aching tit for equal time.  His tongue ran in outward circles 

around her juicy aureoles and back in again concentrically.



     After several minutes of this, Linda said "I want your tongue 

somewhere else now.  Eat me. Eat my pussy!"  Could this be his angelic 

Linda talking, the sophisticated, well-read Linda?



     She pushed his head down between her tanned legs but he decided to 

tease her a bit first.  He stroked her muscular thighs, caressing the 

firm flesh and began to slowly kiss his way up her bare feet, licking 

her calves and behind her knees.  She started squirming, grabbing at his 

shoulders, trying to pull me to her honeypot but he stayed the course. 

He was in love with Linda's upper thighs and spent several minutes 

kissing them, nipping her skin between his teeth, inching closer and 

closer to her fragrant cunt, sliding his fingers under her shorts to 

diddle her pussy lips.  She was amazingly wet as he slipped two fingers 

inside her.  "That's it," she cried, "Use your fingers.  Fuck me with 

your fingers!"



     Jack pumped his fingers in and out of her wet hole, vibrating his 

thumb against her clit.  She stiffened as she came 

for the first time.  Jack descended on her with my mouth.  Her juices 

were flowing as he hungrily lapped at her thighs and cunt.  She was 

squirming harder and harder as she came again.  Jack was just getting 

harder and harder.



     "Aghhhh, yeah!!  Eat me, Eat my hot pussy!  EAT ME, LICK ME, FUCK 

ME WITH YOUR TONGUE," Linda groaned.  Jack could only pray no one was in 

earshot of our lovenest.



     "Ohhhhh, Godddd, yessssssss!!!" she hissed, as she started another 

series of climaxes.  After a few minutes she whimpered, "No more.  Get 

up."  Jack obeyed as she yanked off his shorts and grabbed his rock-

solid shaft.  "I want to do you now.  I want to suck your cock.  I want 

to make it slick and pump your cum down my throat.  Does that sound 

nice, Jack?  Would you like me to do that to you?  Would you like to cum 

down my pretty throat?  Tell me.  Tell me what you want me to do."



     Jack felt embarrassed by Linda's dirty talk, but he needed relief. 

"Yeah, Linda.  Suck me.  Take my big dick in your mouth and get it good 

and wet.  Make me cum.  I'm gonna give you a big load.  And if you can't 

swallow it all, I'll just have to cum all over your sweet face."



     "Oh, God, yes.  Do it."  She flicked her tongue over his dickhead. 

The combination of the cool night air and her hot lips created an 

intense sensation.  She nibbled her way up and down the shaft before 

taking his heavy balls in her mouth.  She licked her way back up and 

down before licking the palm of her hand.  Wrapping her fingers around 

his cock, she began slowly pumping.  Jack warned her he couldn't take 

too much of this, if she wanted to get fucked good and hard.



     "The night's still young," she whispered, with a smile.  She took 

his eight inches into her wet mouth and kept it there while her tongue 

ran up and down its perimeter.  "I'm thirsty," she said, popping his 

cock out of her orifice.  "And I want to drink from your thick straw. 

Something hot and a lot of it.  And I want it NOW!"  



     The sight over her kneeling suppliantly before him sent Jack over 

the edge.  He grabbed the back of her head with both hands and pulled 

her back to his cock, fucking her face.  When he felt himself getting 

ready, he told her "I hope you're really thirsty, honey.  I hope you're 

ready for the big gulp."



     She pulled back to say "Give it to me, Jack.  I want you  to

cum...in my mouth.  You have to cum in my mouth!"  Her head bobbed a few 

more times.  "Come on, do it," she moaned, pumping his dick. "Do it to 

me.  CUM FOR ME!!"



     "Yeah, baby, here it cums.  All for you, all for your sweet 

mouth," and with that he began the most intense orgasm of his young 

life, spewing shot after shot of hot fluid down Linda's throat.  When it 

began spilling out of the corner of her mouth she pulled back, so he 

projected streams of cum onto her beautiful upturned face.  After she 

swallow what she had in her mouth, she stuck out her tongue for some 

more, licking the heading as Jack continued to empty his balls.



     Her hands were working furiously on her pussy as she started to cum 

once again.  When Jack was spent, she rubbed his cock around her face to 

collect what cum she could and slipped it back into her mouth.



     She looked up at him lustfully as she continued to suck and massage 

his balls.  Jack had never returned to form as quickly as he did  now, 

but she was fantastic and deserved a good fucking.



     As soon as Jack was hard enough, he pulled Linda to her feet and 

ripped off her tank top and shorts.  "Turn around," he grunted, "Put 

your hands on that branch."  Linda reached up to the tree slightly above 

her head.  Jack tied her wrists with the torn shirt.  He reached around 

and grabbed her throbbing tits in his hands.  



     After several minutes of desperate kneading, he reached for the 

beer can.  Good, still cold.  He poured the beverage down the front of 

her hot body.  She jumped as the coldness ran down her chest, making her 

nipples harder than ever, and on down her tight stomach to her pussy and 

legs.  Jack bit the back of her neck and pressed his cock against her 

ass cheeks as he squeezed her tits again.  She thrust her ass back at 

him as he slid it back and forth between her crack.



     He ran his hands up and over her tits, kneading them like bread 

dough.  She moaned her appreciation and turned her head to him, mouth 

open.  Their tongues battled furiously as he grabbed his cock and 

pressed it against her cuntlips. She thrashed against him as he fucked 

her with everything he had.  Her breathing become more and more erratic 

as she gasped her way to another series of orgasms.  



     After several minutes of pumping, with the cum forcing its way 

through his cock, Jack pulled out of her and sprayed all over her 

gorgeous sweaty ass.  He kissed her hard while he freed her from her 

bonds.  She collapsed in his arms, sated and exhausted.



     They dressed, the cum still shiny on Linda's ass, the sweatshirt 

substituting for her ripped shirt.  He walked Linda back to her bunk, 

gave her one last long kiss goodnight, and somehow made it back home 

before crashing to the bed.



     "Gee," Jack's last conscious thoughts before sleep overtook 

him. "And the summer's only half over."



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