Back at the Cabin

The summer after my junior year in college I went to work at a camp for kids in the mountains. It was the usual fare of outdoor activities: horseback riding, canoeing, pottery making, hiking. I taught archery.

The counselors all lived in a large cabin tucked away from the kids' cabins. The guys had the left side, bunk beds and a single shower room, all in a general disorderly mess, and the girls had the right. We shared a common area.

The common area had a couple of couches, some chairs, a small fridge and a stand-up electric fan. The cabin had no air conditioning so the fan came in handy and the spot closest to it was coveted by all.

There was no television, as the camp was supposed to be a retreat away from modern life. Try telling that to a bunch of college kids who've practically been integrated into their electronics since birth, though.

This afternoon the rest of the counselors had run off to the lake, I think, to have some fun. I'd decided to stay behind and rest. With a wooden chair positioned in front of the fan, I sat reading.

I had been reading for about a half hour when I heard the door open. It was Emily, the lifeguard for the camp, coming in wringing water out of her ponytail. She was tall and lovely, with blond hair and graceful curves and pale skin that never seemed to darken much regardless of the time she spent outside.

At the pool, she was required to wear a red one-piece swimsuit, but at that time the straps of what I presumed to be a blue bikini were peeking out of her t-shirt, tied around her neck. She must have just come from the lake.

I'd been crushing on her since we gotten there and the swell of her breasts dampening the fabric of her t-shirt wasn't doing anything to keep me from staring.

"Whatcha reading?" she asked, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge.

"Oh, uh," I said, looking down at my book, "Dostoevsky. Crime and Punishment."

"Ugh." She twisted the cap off and took a swallow. "We had to read that in high school. I didn't get a word of it."

She stood beside my chair in front of the fan. "Let me share the fan with you," she said, sitting down sideways in my lap. She crossed her legs, held her water to her chest, and closed her eyes as the breeze from the fan caught the moister on her face. "That's better. Do you mind?"

"Oh, uh, no. Of course not."

She pulled the band out of her hair and let it fall to her shoulders. Drops of water fell softly onto my leg. "So do you understand it?"

"Uh, what?"

"The book."

"Oh, yeah, I guess."

"He seemed kind of crazy to me."

"He kind of is. But that's the whole point. The guilt of what he's done plagues him and is as much of a punishment as...You aren't really interested in a book analysis, though."

"No, it's cute," she said, resting a hand on my thigh.

We both smiled. She offered me the water and I set my book down to take a drink.

"It's still hot," she said. Then she pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it on the ground beside my book.

I was right before. She was wearing a blue bikini, and it cupped her breasts so nicely, revealing a surprising amount, that I definitely noticed, and so did my dick. I had started to harden when she sat down on my lap, but our conversation and relaxed tone had allowed me to subside some. Now, though, my erection was coming back and it was surely not going to be long until she noticed.

She uncrossed her legs and moved along my lap closer to me. I know she had to have felt my cock, but she acted as if nothing were awry. Then she said, "I know you must be hot too." She reached her hands down and moved her fingers along the bottom of my shirt. "Let me help you."

She pulled my shirt off and dropped it on the floor with hers. "There," she said. Then, placing her hand on my chest, "Mmm, I had no idea. Why haven't you been down to the pool while I'm there?" She trailed her fingers over my abs. "It would have made my job more fun."

"Well," I replied, "for the reason that becomes noticeable when I'm around you." I looked down at my crotch, her eyes following mine. I couldn't believe the brazenness of the words coming out of my mouth. I just knew she'd think I was coming on too strong.

Then she smirked and moved her ass along my erection as she wrapped one arm around my neck and placed her other hand on my chest. "Oh, it's definitely noticeable," she said, then whispered in my ear, "Largely noticeable."

"Hmm, this is going well," I thought. So I pressed my luck. "You know," I said, placing my hand on her shoulder and caressing her arm, "I've noticed you too."

"You have, have you?"

"Mmm, hmm."

"You've noticed my wonderful swimming ability?"

"Yes, of course."

"My charming manner?"

"Certainly."

"My body?"

"Definitely!" I realized I said it with a bit too much eagerness. She stood up and I knew I'd blown it.

"Tell me," she said, turning her back to me. "Have you noticed my ass?"

As she said this, she'd evidently undone her shorts because she started sliding them off, bending over to push them down and show off her wonderful ass. Her bikini bottom matched her top, with strings to tie the sides together and cut to reveal the cuteness of her cheeks. I stared in amazement.

"I'll take that as a yes." She straddled her legs over me and sank into my lap facing me. "Do you like how it feels?"

All I could do was nod.

"And my lips, what about them? Have you noticed them?"

"Oh, yes," I breathed.

She moved in and kissed me. She playfully bit and pulled at my lips as her hands ran over my arms. I rested my hand on her hips and kissed her back passionately.

Then she broke it off and sat back and said, "Do you like how they taste?"

"Very much so," I said and I moved to taste them again. She stopped me with a hand on my chest.

"What about my breasts? Are they noticeable?"

I swallowed and nodded, not sure where this was going but liking it.

"Do you want a better look?"

With my staring in astonishment she reached behind and undid the clasp to her top. Then she reached up and slowly – as if to torture me – undid the bow that tied her straps around her neck. The top fell away into my lap, revealing her perfectly round, ample breasts with pert little nipples that had already begun to stiffen.

She pushed the top to the ground and moved closer. "Do you like how they look?"

"My god, yes!"

"How about how they feel?" She moved one of my hands to cup a breast.

I caressed her breast in soft, slow motions, not focusing on any one area, but gently massaging all over. When I moved my other hand up to massage as well, she moved her hand to my crotch. She ran her hand over my shorts, playing with my dick through the fabric. At that point my erection was throbbing to get free.

"You know," she said, "there seems to be an uneven distribution of clothing here."

"I think you're right," I said, smirking. "What are you going to do about it?"

"I'll show you." She stood up out of my lap and bent over me. She kissed me as her hands moved to my belt. Her tongue played over mine while her fingers undid my shorts.

She moved back as she pulled my shorts down. I kicked them away and she sat down straddling my knees. I moved my hands along her smooth legs and she moved hers up under my boxers.

I kissed her passionately, gaining each moment in fervor, as our hands played. I moved my finger to the ties that held her bottom on and pulled gently until the knots of both ties slipped free.

"Mmm," she moaned against my mouth and grabbed my cock. She inched forward a little and began stroking. I grabbed her bare ass and pulled her close.

Our moans started coming louder and more often as things started heating up and soon we couldn't stand it any more. Emily stood up, brushed her bikini bottom off my lap and yanked my boxers off of me. The wooden chair wasn't exactly comfortable bare-assed, but I wasn't complaining either.

She was wet and I was hard and neither of us saw any sense in wasting any time. She positioned herself over me and I went into her. She let out a gasp as I sank deep into her pussy. It was tight and so wet lubrication would not be an issue.

I grabbed her hips and began thrusting into her. She moved her hands up into her hair and tossed her head back closing her eyes. Biting her lip, she moaned and arched her back, accentuating her breasts, which moved nicely in front of my face.

I continued to thrust in increasing pace and then added a twisting motion to stimulate the walls of her pussy. She clenched tightly and threw her arms around me. She dug her nails into my back and cried, "Oh, yes! Don't stop!"

I smiled and shifted to gain a grip on her ass. I began banging her forcefully with hard, deep thrusts. She responded in kind and rode me in an equally furious motion.

"Fuck me!" she yelled.

I pushed harder and harder.

"Yes! Yes!"

I moved with as much speed as I ever had.

"Oh, god!"

We pulsed in rhythm and the chair rocked. We almost tipped over and I slammed my feet to the ground. My dick moved in deep and she gasped loudly. She clenched around me and I felt the rush of her orgasm on me.

"Oh, god," she breathed. "Cum inside me. Cum inside me, now!"

She started moving against me again. She dug in her nails and seemed to will me to climax. I pushed hard and fast. She clenched tightly around my dick.

We moved feverishly, neither wanting to stop. She nibbled my ear and whispered, "Cum for me, baby."

I grunted and pushed deeper. Then I was there. I could feel me start to climax and I pushed into it.

As I released, Emily let out a satisfied moan as well. We slumped together in the chair.

"Oh, you're amazing," she said.

"You're amazing!"

"Now you have to come by the pool."

"I will. I promise."

She sighed and rested her head on my shoulder, with me still inside her. Then we heard laughter.

She sat straight up and started into my eyes. Stunned, we both sat for a tick before jumping up. It was the rest of the counselors coming back from the lake.

Sound carried a ways around here. We had perhaps a minute, but that was it.

I grabbed my shirt and wiped down the chair, then tossed the chair into the corner so no one would use it for a bit. Emily grabbed a pile of closed and ran off to the girls' side. Unfortunately, she grabbed my clothes too, leaving me with just my soiled shirt. I bolted for the guys' side, threw my shirt unto the mess of my bunk and streaked for the showers.

I turned the shower on, the cold water hitting me. I jumped around, hopping in and out of the freezing stream. I rinsed as quickly as I could. Then as I heard the guys burst in with shouts, I felt the water warm up. I was just showering off for real when Max walked in to use the head.

"Hey, man," he said, looking over his shoulder as he pissed. "We missed you at the lake. Sam snatched Ali's top while she was sunbathing. You should have seen her running around trying to get it and still keep those huge tits covered."

He flushed and went to the sink. "You sure missed some action, man." He headed for the door.

"Hey, Max," I called. "Bring me my towel, would you? I accidently left it hanging on my bunk."

"Sure thing."

When I got clothed again and went back into the common room, Jared was sitting on the kitchen counter and Steve and Melanie were making out on the sofa. Emily emerged at the same time and locked eyes with me.

"Oh, good," Jared said. "Dustin's out of the shower." He punched Steve in the shoulder. "Come on."

Steve kissed Melanie once more and got up. He slapped me on the shoulder as he went past. "Missed you today, man."

"Our shower's free too," Emily said to Melanie.

"Thanks," she said and got up.

Emily strode past the sofa. She'd changed back into her shorts and tossed on a red t-shirt. She plopped down in the wooden chair and crossed her legs seductively, staring teasingly.

"You know," I said, "you're sitting in my chair."

"Oh really," she said. "What are you going to do about it?"

I placed a hand on her knee and another on the back of the chair. I leaned in close. "I'll show you," I said, with a wink.

"Good thing we've still got eight more weeks of summer."