I Suck for Heather

Spending a summer as camp counselor is an exercise in repetition as each group cycles through. The week starts with the tears on Monday from homesick newbies and ends late Friday afternoon with the tears of campers afraid they'll never see each other again. Counselors are called "permanent staff" though we're only there for summer. No drinking, no smoking and the rules against fraternization are clear: never with a camper or chaperone and don't get caught with a staff member. I always liked the wording from the employee manual: Dating and romances between permanent staff members should never be revealed, displayed, or suggested.

My problem was Heather Singleton. I loved her easy going smile and carefree attitude. During matching breaks in the middle of the day we'd sneak through the woods to an abandoned quarry across the street from the camp. While the rest of the counselor staff rode herd over the campers, we'd lay out towels and sunbath in peace away from the hoots and hollers of excited campers. I lived for those two hours in the sun with Heather. At the beginning of our second week, Heather became comfortable enough that she would undo her bikini top as she sunbathed. I became a master at hiding my hard-on whenever I applied lotion to her back. We'd joke about sunbathing naked though we never did it.

There was a chain across the service road where big trucks once hauled their treasure. Without the pumps turned on the deep pits had filled with water. It was Wednesday on our second week when we heard after hopping the chain. Without a word, we stopped to listen. Had someone else found our private tanning spot? It shouldn't be a camper or fellow counselor. Heather pointed to the woods on the side of the road and I nodded. We left the road and snuck through the woods.

"You hear that?" asked a voice near our tanning spot. It was a man's voice, but not one I recognized.

"Relax, no one comes over here," said a second man's voice.

Heather nodded at break in the woods. I followed as she ducked beneath a couple branches. We crept closer until we saw the two middle aged guys looking around the clearing. I recognized them as adult chaperones from the current cycle of campers. "You want to do this or not?" His name was Terry and he was rubbing the front of his shorts.

"Yeah I do," said Kevin, a taller man with a moustache. He stepped closer to his friend and grabbed the front of Terry's khaki shorts. Keeping watch in the direction of the chained service road, Terry undid his khaki shorts. He wasn't wearing underwear. Kevin dropped to his knees. "Fuck, I want this," he said. He opened his mouth and drew Terry's stiffening prick between his lips.

A quiet gasp escaped Heather's lips as her eyes went wide. "Oh-my-God," she mouthed and flashed me a huge grin. We crouched and hid behind the undergrowth. Neither man looked in our direction.

"Yeah man, like that," Kevin said. He swayed back and forth as his hard cock slid in and out of Terry's mouth. He grabbed the back of Terry's head, groaned and moved up on tip-toes as he came. We heard Terry's muffled moan as he swallowed.

"Just like old times," Terry said as he stood. He worked the front of his shorts and pushed them to his ankles.

Kevin fell to his knees and started sucking his friend. He kept one hand on Terry's cock and pulled on his own as he sucked. I watched Heather as much as I watched the two guys. She stared with wide eyes and a hungry look on her face. I saw her tongue flicker across her lips a couple times. Her nipples looked hard inside her bikini top. She turned her head once to look at me. She glanced between my legs and saw the tent inside my baggy swim shorts. Smiling, she slipped her hand between my legs and squeezed the lump. Before I could decide if I should grope her back, Terry groaned loudly and came inside Kevin's mouth.

"Damn, I wish my wife would do that," Terry said. He looked down at his friend. "You want another one?"

"I'm good," Kevin said. He stood, pulled his khaki shorts over his hard-on and they took a quick look around before leaving down the same service road Heather and I had just used. Heather and I stayed hidden in the woods and waited until the two adult chaperones were gone before we started laughing.

We pushed our way through the woods and into the clearing, still giggling. "Can you believe that?" Heather asked.

"Crazy," I agreed. I strolled towards the service road and checked to make sure they were gone. When I turned back, I saw her looking at my crotch. "You did that," I said.

"Sure I did," she laughed. "Maybe we can call them back?" She stretched out face down on her towel and worked the back straps of her bikini top.

"I swear I'm not gay," I said.

"It's okay, I've seen how you look at me," she said. My eyes followed her hands as she adjusted her bikini bottom. Heather's bubble butt looked as good as her front and my body didn't need the extra encouragement. Okay, she wasn't trying to encourage me, she was adjusting her swimsuit but it had the same effect.

Keeping my back to her, I spread out my towel and gingerly lowered myself into a prone position.

"You should roll over," Heather said. She was smirking. "I like the view."

"I'll roll over if you roll over," I teased.

"You just want to see my boobies."

"Duh," I said, laughing.

"I'll roll over if you take off your shorts and roll over."

I stared at her for a moment. There was a mischievous twinkle in her eyes and a playful grin on her lips, but I didn't think she was pranking me. When I rolled over her eyes looked down as if checking to make sure I was still hard. I was. "Well?" I asked.

"Take those off," she said.

I pushed off my swim shorts. My hard cock throbbed and I didn't care. It felt good exposing my private parts to the bright sun. It felt even better when she rolled over, too. Heather laid her bikini top nearby but she didn't put it back on. Her deep tan ended where the swells of her breasts started. Stark, white triangles outlined the curves of her breasts and accentuated her rosy, pink nipples. She propped herself up on her elbows so she could see my hard cock.

"You have a great tan," I said. I wanted to touch her breasts and feel her hard nipples beneath my fingers. It was an act of supreme will for me to lay there and only looked.

"Thanks," she said, picking up the lotion she had brought. She squirted a line of the creamy tanning lotion across her chest and rubbed it in. "Don't want to burn anything important."

My prick throbbed with need. "I could help you do that."

"I'm good," she said. She smiled and handed me the lotion. "You might want to protect your important parts, too."

"You could do it for me."

She studied me for a moment before saying, "If I do it, that's all I'll do."

It wasn't the answer I wanted but I didn't care. A hand job was better than nothing. "Okay," I said.

"I'm serious. Nothing more, okay?" she insisted. "You try to kiss me or touch me and I'll stop."

"Okay," I promised, glad I didn't try to touch her when we were watching the two men going at it. My cock throbbed.

Heather squirted a strip of lotion along the length of my hard cock. She giggled as my prick twitched. She laid her small hand over my hard prick "Feel good?"

"Yeah it does," I admitted.

She watched her hand as she rubbed lotion over my balls and then my thighs. She was ignoring my throbbing cock as she applied lotion to everywhere else. She was teasing me. I didn't care. Forming a loose fist around my shaft, she caressed me once from the tip of my prick to its base. She watched the reaction.

"I'm really close," I admitted.

"I guess you did like watching those two guys," she said with a playful smile.

"Seeing you topless counts more."

"So why did you get hard watching those guys?" she asked. She gave my prick another long, slow stroked from its swollen head down to its base.

I swallowed hard as my throat went dry. "I don't know."

"I think you liked watching them," she said. She gave me another stroke.

"No I didn't."

"But you got hard," she said. She gave me another slow stroke. My prick throbbed inside her hand. She moved her hand to my balls and watched my prick as it pounded out its need.

"It was more fun watching with you," I tried to explain.

"Ever wondered what it would be like to be with another man. Ever thought about it?" Her hand softly caressed my dick again.

"No."

"But you like the idea, don't you?"

"No."

"Then why are you so hard?"

"Because you're jerking me off," I said unable to stop my cock from throbbing.

"I think you want to do it. I think you want to suck dick." My cock twitched and she giggled.

"Stop it," I groaned.

"Okay," she said. Heather pulled her hand away and laid down on her back.

"I meant stop teasing me like that."

"Okay," she said, wiggling a bit. Her nipples looked as hard as my cock. She rubbed her hand across her white tits.

"You can still touch me if you want."

"Not if you're going to tell me how to do it." She closed her eyes. "And no fair doing it yourself."

I pulled my hand away from prick. How did she know I was touching myself if she wasn't looking? Lucky guess. "You expect me to stay hard like this?"

"Why not? I'm excited, too."

"Then do something about it."

"Maybe later."

I stayed on my back and tried to think through my options. "If you won't finish what you started, I'm going to."

"If you do, I'm getting dressed, leaving and I'll never sunbath with you again."

I was quiet as I tried to figure out a new solution. If I stepped away and finished myself, would she have the same reaction? "Maybe it's okay if you do it your way." She opened her eyes and turned her head towards me.

"I got really wet watching those two guys," she said. She squirmed and I believed her before she started rubbing her nipples again. She ran a hand down her flat stomach, inside her bikini bottoms and she squirmed again. Her eyes were still on me. She saw me watching her. "Sorry," she said. She pulled her hand out of her bikini bottoms. Her finger glistened. She sucked on her finger.

"Damn," I swore. My cock throbbed even harder. A drop of pre-cum leaked from its tip. "Keep doing that and I'll come without touching myself."

"This?" She pushed her hand inside her bikini bottoms again. I watched the outline of her fingers as she wiggled her fingers. When she pulled her hand out a second time her fingers were wet again. "Want to fuck tomorrow?"

"Why tomorrow?" I asked. I felt a light breeze caressing my cock. Damn it, I needed an orgasm.

"Because there's something you have to do for me first," she said. I felt a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach as I waited for the rest of it. She was up to something and I was afraid I could guess what it was. "Let those guys find you like this," she said. She rolled to her side and put her hand back on my prick. "Let then find you naked and hard and see what happens." She rubbed me.

"What if, you know, they want to do stuff to me?"

"Yeah, what if?" she asked. She leaned over and kissed my lips. She pulled away to look in my eyes. "Or if they want you to do something to them?" Before I could speak, she covered my lips with hers again and kissed me deeply as her hand tugged, pulled and stroked my cock. When I came, the first spurt of my orgasm landed high on my chest. She pulled back to admire her handiwork. "Do we have a deal?" she asked, still pulling on me.

"Yes," I moaned. Leaning over me, she licked a glob of my cumshot and kissed me again.

"Now behave and you can watch," she said as she rolled on her back. Her hand moved inside her bikini bottoms again and I watched as she gave herself an orgasm. I was hard again when she done. (Again? I'm not sure I ever got soft!) She ignored my new hard-on. "No jerking off between now and then either." I used the corner of my towel to clean off the rest of the semen from my chest and stomach.

We stayed as we were for another fifteen or twenty minutes before we got dressed and headed back to camp. I was filled with questions as we walked. "What if they don't come back?" "What if I scare them away?" "What if nothing happens?"

Her answer was the same, "Then you're off the hook and we'll still have some fun."

The rest of the day became a blur to me filled with Heather's knowing smiles and regretful frustrations. Why did I make that promise to her? Was she worth it? Then I thought about the creamy white triangles outlining her rosy pink nipples. I thought about her flat, tanned stomach and how sexy it had looked to see her fingers outlined by the fabric of her bikini bottoms as she touched herself. I thought about how she might look without bikini bottoms. She would have tan lines down there, too. Did she shave or trim close? Could we sunbath naked every day? How long would it take for her tan lines to vanish until she was a golden brown from head to toe?

We were careful about meeting up for our sunbathing trips. On Thursday, we met at the end of the access road leading to the campground. I showed up with a towel around my neck and a nervous lump in my throat. She was waiting for me with an eager smile. "This is going to be so cool," she said. She gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"Easy for you to say. You're not the one going gay today."

"Maybe they won't show up," she said but the twinkle in her eye suggested she knew something I didn't. Had she found a way to delay them to give me a chance to get into position? She held my hand as we crossed the street, jumped the chain blocking the road to the quarry and walked to our usual spot. She stood in front of me, waiting. "Well?" I pushed off my swim suit. I wasn't hard but Heather helped. She gave me a kiss and rubbed me a few times. That was all the extra encouragement I needed. "Have fun," she said before pushing her way through the undergrowth until there was no sign of her.

I laid out my big towel and searched but didn't see her. I pulled on my prick a few times. It felt funny being outside and naked. I stretched out on my towel, face up and wondered why it felt different today than yesterday. Because Heather's not stroking you today, my mind revealed.

The sun heated my body but I felt it most on my cock and balls. A light breeze blew across me and my dick enjoyed its freedom. I kept my eyes closed against the sun's glare and thought about Heather watching me. Was she touching herself? Did she have a hand inside bikini bottoms? The more I thought about her, the more excited I became. My prick throbbed. Maybe those guys weren't going to show. I imagined Heather creeping out of the woods, taking off her bathing suit and mounting me. Fuck, that idea was as hot as the sun on me.

I heard the crunch of footsteps on gravel before I heard either man saying anything. I don't know how close they were. Hell, I wasn't even sure I heard the same guys from yesterday. I feigned being asleep as my prick throbbed. I wished it wouldn't throb except I had gotten myself too wound up thinking about Heather.

"Looking good," Terry said. I recognized his voice from yesterday. He sounded closer than I had guessed.

"Oh, hey there," I said. I squinted from the bright sun. "How's it going?"

"Catching some rays?" he asked.

"Aren't you one of the counselors from the camp?" Kevin asked.

"Yeah. Hey, you're not going to tell anyone, are you?" I held my hand over my hard cock. They were dark silhouettes to me.

"You mind if we join you?" Kevin asked. He pulled off his Polo shirt.

"No," I managed before my mouth went dry. Terry started getting undressed, too. When they pulled off their shorts, they were already hard.

"You seem like an open minded guy," Kevin said as he moved to the other side of me. "You like blow jobs?" he asked.

"Sure," I said with a shrug. I was tense. I thought about Heather watching. Was she getting off? Was she enjoying this show?'

"How about you suck us both off and we promise we won't tell your boss how we found you sunbathing naked." I gave him a shocked look. I wasn't expecting that. He didn't care. He laughed, held his prick towards my face and put his hand on top of my head. He pulled my head towards his cock. "Open wide," he said, slapping my cheek with his big prick. "Open or I swear I'll get you fired."

There was no way for him to know it, but I wasn't doing it for him. I was doing it for the pretty girl with brown hair hiding in the woods. I wondered if she heard his threat. It didn't matter. For her, I promised I would do this. For her, I opened my mouth and took his fat prick between my lips. I had no idea what I was doing but it was a blow job, not rocket science. What did I need to know? I kept my teeth out of the way and bobbed my head back and forth.

"Yeah, that's it," Kevin said. "Suck it. Suck it good."

The longer I had his prick in my mouth, the more experimental I became. I licked at his cockhead with my tongue. I thought about blow jobs I had been lucky enough to receive. I remember the girl pressing her tongue against the bottom of my cock. I tried that, too. The sooner I finished him off, the sooner he would leave. I saw Terry watching and waiting. Terry pulled on his hard cock. He looked eager for his turn.

"Oh yeah," Kevin moaned. He pushed my head back and forth. He was close. I don't know how I knew. I just did. I guess because I have a cock, too. He was close and I felt his cock throb inside my mouth a couple times as if giving an orgasm a dry run. Then he exploded inside my mouth. His warm semen splashed against the roof of my mouth and against my tongue. I swallowed. "Good job," he said. He stepped back and Terry stepped forward.

Terry's prick was longer and skinnier than Kevin's. His longer cock hit the back of my throat and gagged me. I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and focused on bouncing my mouth off my hand. That worked better. I tugged and pulled on him as I did it. I ran my tongue around the head of his prick and experimented with flicking along its underside. His moan convinced me I was doing good. I felt my cock throbbing. I rubbed myself a couple of times. As strange as it felt to admit it, sucking dick wasn't bad. Part of me thought it was exciting to feel his cock swelling and throbbing with need. Like his buddy, Terry didn't last long. "Thanks," he said, tousling my hair before he stepped back. He bent over and picked up his shorts. Kevin was already dressed.

"You good?" Kevin asked his buddy.

"Yep," Terry answered, got dressed and I watched them leave.

My heart was racing. My prick throbbed with need. I sat on my blanket and waited. When I was sure they wouldn't hear me, I called out to Heather. "You still there?"

"Yeah I am," she said. She pushed her way through the foliage that had kept her hidden. "That was so fucking hot!"

"I can't believe I just sucked dick," I said.

"Did you like it?"

"Stop it," I said. She undid her bikini top and took it off. I reached for her milky white tits, caressing her nipples. She didn't stop me as she wiggled out of her bikini bottoms. I looked between us to see the stark white lines from her bikini bottoms. Her pubic hair was sparse and closely cropped. When I cupped her pussy I felt how she was wet and shaved between her legs.

"I need this," she said. Heather pushed me backwards. I laid down on my towel as she straddled me. She braced her hands against my shoulders and rocked against me. Her pussy was wet and hot. I grabbed at her tits as she fucked me. "That was so sexy."

I pressed up against her. I was close to an orgasm. She was closer. I felt her pussy clenching around my cock as she came. Had she been touching herself while I sucked dick? It didn't matter. I came, too. She laid on top of me and we kissed.