Hidden Woods Camp

"So, you have been a camper here for a while, huh? What made you decide to be a camp counselor?"

I was trying to keep my mind off of his body, but he was making it so hard. He wore a tight fitting t-shirt that clung to his chest, showing off muscles and a flat stomach. His long legs were covered with a pair of dark blue jeans that hugged his hips and let me see that he had a really nice ass. Just when I had managed to get focused on the beautiful country around me, he asked a question so I had to look back at him.

"I love this camp," I answered, "And always wanted to give back some of what I got, I guess." I could not admit the main pull was walking next to me. The wind was picking up and was throwing his hair around and carrying the scent of him to surround me. He wore just enough cologne to give him that sexy edge, but you could still smell the rich male scent that was all him.

We hit our first check point, a building at the activity field. Jared signed off on the clipboard then passed it to me for my initials, and we continued on our way. The first few stops went with the same ease and we were falling into a pattern of easy talk, and were actually starting to be able to joke with each other.

As we left the boat house and were headed to the ropes course my mind started slipping again. We were on a narrow path and he was leading the way. I had an open chance to admire his wide shoulders straining his shirt and his tight ass in his jeans. All I could think about was having his hands on my body, and his lips on mine. One thing I have always wondered was if he was a good kisser. He had wonderful lips for kissing, full sensual lips that just begged to be loved. I could feel my body heating up; the butterflies were having a game day in my belly.

The light was truly gone by the time we hit the midway point at the ropes course, and we both had our flashlights out. We signed the paper and he replaced the clipboard on its nail on the wall of the little shack. When he stepped out of the building he turned to warn me about the loose brick in the step. It didn't register right away and being the natural klutz that I am, that's exactly where I stepped.

That brick flipped and tossed me straight to the ground. I saw the gravel rushing up to meet my face, but instead of feeling stones, I felt the firm chest of Jared against my cheek. He had just managed to catch me before I hit the ground. One arm was wrapped tight around my waist and the other was hooked under my arm with his hand cradling my neck. I had wrapped my fingers around his biceps and could feel how solid his body was, and the slight tremor that ran through him. His fingers tightened slightly as he held my body against his for an extra breath taking moment.

Slowly he stood up, helping me to my feet but he still didn't release me. I felt him take a deep breath, his nose in my hair then I tilted my head back to look at him. I could see conflicting thoughts chasing each other across his face. He started to lower his head to mine and all I could seem to do was hold my breath. But then he stopped.

"Are you ok?" He asked while carefully letting me go and taking a couple steps back from me, grabbing the offending brick and putting it back into place.

"Sure." I replied. "Thanks." I tried to keep the disappointment out of my voice as I bent over to grab my flashlight.

"We need to continue our rounds." He said stiffly as he turned and started to walk away, following the trail. I tried to take a step to follow him and felt a slight twinge in my ankle. Nothing that a little walking wouldn't get rid of, but I decided to play it up. I was pretty sure that he had wanted to kiss me, and if I could get him into that position again, I was not going to freeze like a deer in the headlights.

"Ow," I gasped, and made a careful show of keeping my balance and holding my right foot just off the ground. Like I had hoped, Jared snapped his head around and came hurrying back to my side.

"What is it; ankle or knee?" He asked while he cupped my elbow with his hand, helping me with my balance.

"I think I twisted my ankle. I'll be fine in a little bit, but it hurts when I put a lot of pressure on it." Which was true... mostly. He helped me hobble back to the steps of the little shack. I sat down and he knelt at my feet, gently lifted my foot, pushing my pants leg up some, and started to carefully press around my ankle. I tried to stifle a little whimper, not from pain but from the feel of his hands on my skin and how I wished they would explore elsewhere.

"Sorry." He said as he cupped my foot in his large hands. "There is not much swelling, so I think you will be ok. Do you want to try to walk, or do you want to sit?"

"If you can give me a little support, I want to see if I can walk it out. Pretty sure that I'll be ok." He reached out and took my hands, helping me to my feet then slipped one of my arms behind his back to hold it at his hip, while his other hand hooked around my waist. We hobbled like this for a little bit, then he stopped and without warning scooped me up into his arms and started carrying me.

"I'm almost certain that at the next check point there is a first-aid kit with a cool-pack. It's not that far and you are not that heavy." He explained as he strode down the path. So I just wrapped my arms around his neck and laid my head on his shoulder. I aimed my flashlight at the path before us, and breathed in his scent.

"Ok, but I am sure I'll be fine." I said.

Jared tried to keep his mind on the walk and off the soft body in his arms. When she had fallen he had reacted on instinct, and caught her. But once he had her in his arms, it was so hard to let her go. Her hair smelled of vanilla and mint, and there was the sweet smell underneath it all that was all woman. Young woman, he had to remind himself, and had caught himself just before he kissed her. There had just been the lights from their flashlights, hers on the ground, his in his back pocket, but he could still see how her blue eyes had turned smoky. Her lids had drifted down and it had taken all his strength to step away from her.

Now she was in his arms, her hair falling over his shoulder, her butt resting right at his belt buckle. He tried to hold her still, but his walking caused her body to rub against his. His cock was jumping and getting thicker, and there was nothing he could really do about it out here.

Kayla was rotating her foot as he carried her, and shifting every once in a while in his arms. She had managed to rub her ass against his dick a couple of times, and he was proud of himself for not groaning out loud.

He glanced down at her as they passed a clear spot in the trees and the bright, not quite full moon shown down on them. God her body was so tempting, and she was so not a kid anymore. He could see right down her shirt and thought he caught a glimpse of dark lace hugging her breasts.

They finally reached the next check point, a small building at the open air amphitheater, and he carried her inside and sat her in a chair. He was careful to turn away quickly so she would not be able to see the bulge in his jeans.

"Here it is," He said in a rough voice as he pulled the first-aid kit out of a drawer of the desk, and passed it to me as he went to get the clipboard.

"Thanks." I said again. "I really think I am ok. Just needed a few minutes off my foot." I glanced at him from under my lashes, keeping my face turned down like I was looking at my foot. I had been tormented the whole way here, being carried in his arms and I was pretty sure that my butt had brushed something other then a belt buckle more then once.

He must have believed I was not looking at him because before grabbing the clipboard I saw him pause to arrange his body to a slightly better position in his jeans. I felt a pulse of excitement shoot through me knowing that my body turned him on.

I pulled out the cool-pack, snapping the core and giving it a shake before laying it over my ankle. I would rather have set it across my neck to try to cool me down, but the chill did feel good on my foot.

When he brought the paper over for me to sign I risked a look at his face but it was in the shadows. All I could see was a tall dark shape with broad shoulders and long legs. I wrote my initials and he replaced the clipboard, then came back to crouch next to my chair.

"Feeling better?" He asked softly. I nodded then realized that he probably couldn't see that.

"Yeah, thanks again for carrying me. You didn't have to do that." He took the first-aid kit from me, signed out what we had used then replaced it in the drawer.

"We have two more check points to go. Think you're up for it?"

"Sure." I replied and to prove it I quickly stood up. Then I realized that I did that a little too fast after not being on my feet for a while as my vision got extra dark and I got a little dizzy. I reached out and caught at something to keep me upright.

"Whoo, sorry. Stood up too quick." I said then realized that I had a fist full of Jared's shirt and had pulled him close to me. He had put his hands on my hips to steady me, and when I looked up at him I could just make out his features in the dim moonlight coming through the windows.

His mouth was slightly open, and his eyes had that hot hungry look that I had glimpsed back at the ropes course. Jared's fingers tightened on my hips, slightly digging into my flesh and I still had his shirt captured in my hand. Slowly I drew him closer and my eyes flickered from his eyes to his mouth. I managed to get him close enough to feel his breath caressing my face before he groaned and crushed his lips to mine.

I tightened my hold on his shirt as he pulled my hips right up against his body. His erection straining against his jeans and pressing into my stomach. I opened my mouth and slid my tongue against his lips, begging for more and he opened, drawing my tongue into his mouth. He sucked my lower lip into his mouth and bit it just enough to trap it between his teeth.

When I moaned it seemed to set him off, and he picked me up and walked over to wall to press me against it, grinding his crotch against mine. I wrapped my legs around his waist and rocked my hips forward, letting him know that I was eager for him.

"No," He panted as he tore his mouth away from mine. "No, I can't. You're so young. And it's against the rules."

"I am legally an adult, and older then my years in many ways," I said as I ran my fingers through his thick hair. "And rules are made to be broken." I finished as I took handfulls of his hair and pulled his mouth back to mine. With that his wavering resolve seemed to dissolve. Keeping my body pinned to the wall with his he ran his hands up under my shirt to cup my breasts, running his thumbs over my budding nipples.

"Mmm, you are wearing lace." He murmured against my neck as his lips trailed kisses up to my ear. Then he sucked my earlobe into his mouth and sent shivers down my spine. That was a major hotspot for me, and I know he could tell by my reaction. I laid my head back and moaned softly as my breathing got shorter. Every tug his teeth made sent a shock of feeling through me. That mixed with his expert hands on my breasts had me getting so hot and wet I could not stand it.

He pulled away long enough to lift my shirt over my head, and then planted kisses across my shoulders as his fingers worked the button and zipper on my jeans. My legs were still hooked around his waist so I kicked my shoes off and they hit the floor just as he lowered me to ease my pants down over my hips. When he discovered my lacy boy-short underwear he groaned.

"Were you planning something for tonight?" He asked with a pause. His hands on my hips, his fingers playing with the lace waistband.

"Not really planning..." I replied. "Just... hoping." I suddenly felt shy, and tried to hook the loose hair from my ponytail behind my ears. I was not a virgin, but he was making me feel like I was one again. Jared stood up and reached out to cup my face in his hands. While he slowly leaned towards me his hands worked the band out of my hair and just as his lips touched mine again my hair spilled loose around our faces.

"I have been wanting to put my hands in your hair since I first saw you in the kitchen." He confessed, and suited words to action. I slid my hands under his t-shirt, feeling the firm muscle of his stomach then his chest as I lifted the fabric. When his shirt joined my clothes on the floor I made a confession of my own.

"I have been having some really good, bad dreams of you for some time now." I admitted, as I slipped my hands behind the waistband of his pants, and pulled him back against me.

"Oh, really?" He murmured as I eased his belt loose. He continued to run one hand through my hair and the other massaged my left breast. His belt was free, the button and zipper of his pants soon followed, and then they dropped to the floor leaving him in his boxers. His dick pushed against the fabric, and as I slid a hand across his body it jumped and pressed against my hand.

I pushed the final covering he had off and to the floor letting his cock jump free. It almost scared me because I had never seen one that was so long and thick. He groaned as I wrapped a hand around his thick length, then I wrapped my other hand around him. The head of his dick still stood free of my fingers.

"I will have to see if I can fulfill these dreams." He promised as he admired my body in nothing but lace then slid his hands behind my back.

"If I am to be naked," He continued, "It's only fair for you to be as well, Kayla." And when he said my name I felt that thrill again, that shot that went straight to my pussy causing more moisture.

Jared could not believe that this girl who he thought at first was a shy quiet thing, had suddenly transformed into this vixen. As he reached around to release her bra he could feel her breath catch and the shiver that ran through her. He slowly drew the thin lacy fabric off and exposed her beautiful breasts to his sight. He made a show of rolling his eyes and moaning, making her giggle and relax more.

He could not handle it anymore, he thought as he lifted her back up to brace her against the wall and her legs locked around his waist again. He softly nuzzled his lips against her breasts and then sucked a nipple into his mouth. She laid her head back against the paneling and held his head in her hands, keeping him trapped against her breasts. He pinched the nipple he was not sucking on, and flicked the hard bud with a finger.

She moaned again and wiggled her hips, grinding her lace covered pussy into his cock. He could feel her dampness right through the thin material and rocked his hips up, rubbing his dick against her, grinding the lace into her sensitive flesh. Kayla began to whimper and tightened her hold on him with her legs.

"Baby, stand up for a moment." He whispered, and lowered her back to the ground. Once she was standing he pulled the lacy shorts down over her hips and exposed her neatly trimmed mound.

"Oh, yes. So beautiful." He murmured and pushed her back against the wall once more. This time he stayed kneeling and put his hands on her thighs, urging her to open wide for him. Then he kissed her right below her bellybutton, on the inside of her left thigh, and again on the inside of her right thigh. Kayla was whimpering as he slowly moved his head to hover his lips just above her clit.

"Are you sure you want me to do this, Kayla?" He asked, his breath teasing her eager flesh.

"Oh, yes, Jared. Please, I need you to or I'm going to go crazy." I said while looking down my bare body at him, kneeling before me, so hugely male. He gave me this wicked grin and kept his eyes locked with mine as he opened his mouth and I saw his tongue reach out and slowly lick me from my pussy to my clit. I moaned and could not help the twitches that my body made as he flicked his tongue over that hard little pleasure bud.

He flattened his tongue and slid it back and forth across the opening of my pussy as his hands crawled up my body to grab my breasts and pull at my nipples. When he dipped into my slit and pushed his tongue as far into my body as it would go I tossed my head back and tried to hold back a low wail.

My mind was running in circles, not able to focus on any one thought as he expertly tormented my body. One of my hands ended up holding one of his against my breast while the other was in his hair, holding his head. He pulled his hands down and grabbed handfulls of my ass, holding me steady as he sucked, licked and nibbled.

Suddenly he was standing and scooped me up into his arms again.

"We are about two miles from the lodge and no one can hear us." He assured me as he carried me out into the cool moonlit night. "That is why I have the walkie-talkie if we need them. If I don't call, they assume all is well, until three hours after we headed out. We still have better then an hour before anyone misses us, Baby." He kissed my neck under my ear again as he walked to the front of the amphitheater where there was an altar type table of smooth wood.

Jared sat me on the table with the edge right at my ass and pushed me back to the wood. Once I had relaxed on the altar with the moon above us, silvering our skin, he began to lick my clit again. I felt like a pagan goddess being worshiped, or more possibly just a human but being ravished by a midnight god.

His fingers dug into my hips and my hands were in his hair, as he drove me to the edge of an orgasm. When I felt it creeping up on me, I moaned and kept one hand in his hair, the other I grabbed a breast and rolled my nipple between my fingers.

Those sounds she made were enough to drive any man insane, he thought as he listened to her. He felt a hand leave his head so he opened his eyes and looked up at her body while still driving her towards climax. She had a nipple pinned between her thumb and finger and was gasping and arching her back. Then her whole body tensed and he felt and tasted the surge of her juices against his mouth as she cried out in pleasure. She tasted of honey and musk, and he groaned against her pussy, making her gasp and buck her hips into his face.

His body was rock hard and ready to plunder her young tight slit, now that she was lubed up properly. He stood between her legs, and lifted her by her rib cage, making her back arch more and her firm, pert generous breasts poke up at the night sky. He latched his mouth roughly on one nipple, bit it, then licked, and switched to the other breast. This one he sucked hard into his mouth and loved the whimpering sound that she made.

Once she had sat all the way up he kissed her hard and was rewarded with a passionate kiss to match his own. While they kissed he lifted his cock and set the head against her moist lower lips, rubbing it up across her now super sensitive clit then back to the entrance to her sheath.

"Tell me how it feels, Kayla." He commanded as he slowly pushed his dick into her tight heat, forcing himself to give her time to adjust to his size.

I was just coming back from the haze of climax, felt his rough love of my breasts and enjoyed every minute of it. When he kissed me like he could not hold back I matched him, and could feel my body heating up again, pulses still rocking my body. I tasted my juices on his tongue and more moisture dripped from my swollen pussy. Then there was the feeling that I had been waiting, burning for. The velvet softness of his rock hard cock brushing against me, then sending a shockwave through my body as he flicked it over my clit.

"Tell me how it feels, Kayla." I heard him groan as he pushed against my tight pussy.

"Oh, my god." I moaned. "Soft, but so hard," I gasped as the head of his cock popped into my tightness. He let me get used to that, then started moving it in and out, just the head. The well defined ridge of the helmet rubbing along my sheath.