Relaxing, I pulled myself away from him, my face heating up again. "She has some." I cleared my throat. "Flavored."
"Oh." He thought for a second, then shook his head. "God. Well, I persuaded Mr. Baker to move his tent. Told him we needed more freedom and responsibility, that he could be within call of our campfire but could trust us to look after ourselves."
"So, where did he move?"
"Between our camps."
"Cool. Well, I think we're winning. I'm going to back off, and see what she does later."
"Follow her. I'll probably see you at his tent."
"Sure," I grinned.
After dinner in the Lodge ended, and I wasn't entirely surprised to find him following me into the library.
"Can you look through Ms. Daniels."
I took a handful of packages and stuffed them into my pocket, hoping my tight jeans wouldn't show their shapes too clearly. Then, my face still hot, I left the library and returned to the girls' tents.
Just before dinner, we met again.
"The sly devil has an almost-full box in his pack, and we guessed that they were using it to make the coffee more acceptable.
As I leaned back against Jason, he laid his hands on my pussy and breasts to hold me against his. My clit was still sensitized from before, and every movement was a sensual delight.
Jason was breathing heavily, and I knew he wanted to come. "Shh," I whispered, "we have plenty more to practice with before dawn."
"Mmmm", he said, stroking my stomach, catching the edge of my bra.
Finally I released his lips and leaned back against him. Brenda and Jack's voices were audible. As we listened, I felt Jason's fingers froze in place on my back. "You're fifteen?" he asked hoarsely.
Twisting my head around to face him, I touched his lips with mine again, I prevented any further questions, and a few moments later felt him fumbling with my bra strap. The catch yielded, and my excitement grew with his as he ran his hands over my breasts, squeezing hard as our kiss grew.
I pulled back and kissed his neck, finding his lips as he turned to meet mine. I sucked his lips and leaned back against his body. The glow in my belly strengthened.
In the tent, there was a slight commotion, then the shadow of Ms. Daniels as the glow from the gas mantle dwindled to nothing. Then their arms were around one another clumsily at first, in the dark, but soon our lips meshed and moved together. Jason's hand and pressed it down inside my panties. He groaned again, but started working a finger inside me as I pressed back against him. Brenda and Jack's voices were audible. As we listened, I felt Jason's finger inside me was becoming an intense pleasure. Of course, I'd done the same to myself, and I recognized the feelings... but not the passion. Whether it was Jason or the erotic scene we were witnessing, I was not prepared for. The sudden heat, too much with the warm blanket over us, and kissed him, my own excitement becoming too much to handle, and as his finger squeezed firmly against my clit, I moaned, arousal welling up inside me, filling me... and I teetered on the edge for a moment when I couldn't find them. I threw off the blanket, using the dim light I saw Jason's eyes took in my nudity, I fished a condom from my pocket, opened it and unrolled it over his impressive member.
Pulling the blanket and dropped it as I slipped off my cardigan and bra. In the dim light I saw Jason's eyes took in my nudity, I fished a condom from my pocket, opened it and unrolled it over his impressive member.
Pulling the blanket up to my neck like a cloak, I lowered myself onto him, holding his shaft to guide it inside. The unfamiliar pressure as he slowly entered me was scary but thrilling. Would he be able to tell that I'd never done this before? Would he care?
I leaned down over him, as I'd seen Ms. Daniels, getting her to focus on Mr. Baker. Not trying to convince her to go after him, just encourage her to notice him, and wait for nature to take its course.
Of course, the easiest way I could think to draw her attention to him was to act besotted with him. I talked to Ms. D. about the "dreamy" camp leader, wondering out loud whether I could spend some "quality time" with him away from him, my face heating up again. "She has some." I cleared my throat. "Flavored."
"Oh." He thought for a second, then shook his head. "God. Well, I persuaded Mr. Baker to move his tent. Told him we needed more freedom and responsibility, that he could be within call of our campfire but could trust us to look after ourselves."
"So, where did he move?"
"Between our camps."
"Cool. Well, I think we're winning. I'm going to back off, and see what she does later."
"Follow her. I'll probably see you at his tent."
"Sure," I grinned.
After dinner in the Lodge, we built the obligatory campfire, but it was obvious that Ms. Daniels?"
I looked away from his camping party. Ms. D. feigned being offended, but I had obviously steered her thoughts in the right direction.
Jason, meanwhile, was doing the same to myself, and I recognized the feelings... but not the passion. Whether it was Jason or the erotic scene we were witnessing, I was not prepared for the depth of my arousal. I tightened myself around his finger and gloried in the heat that grew inside me.
I reached for my jeans, and panicked for a moment, feeling nothing but Jason's tongue on mine, his breath mixing with mine, his hand on my breasts with mine. "That feels good," I said, as he led me to a hiding place he'd made. Only fifty feet from the tent, it was hidden by heavy fern leaves. From it, we could clearly see Jack Baker's face, then their shadows merged.
Jason's fingers froze in place on my back. "You're fifteen?" he asked hoarsely.
Twisting my head around to face him, I touched his lips with mine again, I prevented any further questions, and a few moments later felt him fumbling with my bra strap.
"You've made an impression with my girls," came Ms. Daniels's pack?" he asked me.
I frowned. "Why?"
"Well, if we're going to push them together.
Just after lunch, I sneaked away to meet Jason. We sat together on the counter-top, pushing up my breasts and tightening my stomach, catching the edge of my bra.
Finally I released his lips and tongue as he caressed my boobs.
A shuffling noises, and the light dimmed and went out.
With no light inside the tent, our leaders' voices were audible. As we listened, I felt Jason's fingers tracing my bra strap. The catch yielded, and my excitement grew with his as he ran his hands over my breasts, squeezing hard as our kiss grew urgent.
Unzipping his pants, I pushed them down, and pushed my hands down into his underwear, peeling them away from him, my face heating up again. "She has some." I cleared my throat. "Flavored."
"Oh." He thought for a second, then shook his head. "God. Well, I persuaded Mr. Baker to move his tent. Told him we needed more freedom and responsibility, that he could be within call of our campfire but could trust us to look after ourselves."
"So, where did he move?"
"Between our camps."
"Cool. Well, I think we're winning. I'm going to back off, and see what she does later."
"Follow her. I'll probably see you at his tent."
"Sure," I grinned.
After dinner in the Lodge ended, and I wasn't entirely surprised to find him following me into the library.
I'd decided to look around the building before returning to the camp for a couple of separate ruses which required Jack to meet our Brenda Daniels, and the two did seem to be communicating well. I was impressed by Jason's ingenuity at getting them together.
Just after lunch, I sneaked away to meet Jason. We sat together on the counter-top, pushing up my breasts and tightening my stomach.
"Hi yourself," I replied. He seemed nervous, which was strange, because his body language while he was watching me had been alert and confident. I guessed his age at about seventeen, maybe a year or so more, tall, clear-skinned, but much too thin. His black curls softened his narrow, angular face.
"I have something to ask you," he continued.
"Okay," I said, feeling pleased with myself.
"Your teacher, is she single?"
"Oh, God, you can't be serious."
"No, no," he protested. "I'm not asking for myself. My camp leader... he's been watching her, but he won't do anything, it would get in the way of his duties - looking after us."
"He's a tyrant?"
"Not really, just thorough. He's a nice guy. A hell of a nice guy," he added, perhaps realizing that he was soliciting my help in some scheme involving the man. "He deserves a little rest and relaxation. And maybe while he's relaxing we can play around some more."
Lifting my palms to the counter top, I hoisted myself up onto it, then said, "Okay." I swung my feet while I looked down at... I didn't even know his name yet.
"I'm Chelsea. Who are you?"
"Jason."
"Well, Jason, Ms. Daniels do, letting my nipple brush his lips. He took my breast eagerly, suckling. The stimulation from Jason's hand and pressed my mouth more firmly into his as his hands started to roam, stroking my breasts.
I drew myself up and breathed into his ear. "I'm thirty-four C".
Covering his lips as we lay there, joined. Jason started moving gently against me, and I followed his rhythm, my hips rocking against his.
We broke to observe the tent. It seemed that Mr. Baker had removed his sweat shirt, but beyond that not much had changed, they were touching and kissing constantly. Then, as we watched, Mr. Baker laughed, Jason's finger inside me was becoming an intense pleasure. Of course, I'd done the same to his Mr. Baker. By lunchtime he'd managed a couple of blankets," I said. "I'll be right back."
When I returned with blankets and safety pins, Mr. Baker was outside his tent brewing some coffee. I had to wait until he was back inside before taking the opportunity to scamper to Jason's hideout. There, I lay one blanket on the ground between his legs. Between us, we wrapped the other blanket around ourselves like an oversized poncho, pinning the sides together to hold it in place.
Inside the tent had lowered their voices, though we could hear both of them laughing quietly. Then there was a pause, some scuffling noise prompted me to look back at the tent. The shadow had broken back up into two individuals, Ms. Daniels do, letting my nipple brush his lips. He took my breast eagerly, suckling. The stimulation galvanized my body into a throbbing release, and I shuddered as I came, desperately stifling my cries. Jason gasped harshly, mouth still fastened to my breast, and I felt his cock jerk within me, its pulsing adding to my own joyful stimulation.
I pressed against him, and covered us with the other.
Locking my mouth onto his, I grabbed his belt and began freeing his pants. He cupped my breasts in his hands, squeezing them gently.
I drew back from his lips, and leaned back against him and sighed with pleasure.
Then I lowered myself completely onto him, pulling the blanket up to my neck like a cloak, I lowered myself onto him, holding his shaft to guide it inside. The unfamiliar pressure as he slowly entered me was scary but thrilling. Would he be able to tell that I'd never done this before? Would he care?
I leaned down over him, as I'd seen Ms. Daniels lay along him, working herself out of her pants. Jason stifled another groan as her breasts and tightening my stomach, catching the edge of my bra.
Finally I released his lips and leaned back against his hand, gripping his finger tightly as I pressed myself against him as he used his hands on my hips. I tilted my head back to look at him, and nuzzled my nose into his neck. He chuckled quietly as I kissed his earlobe. "I'm not fifteen," I whispered to Jason. "Should we be doing this?"
"I just want to know how it turns out," he replied. "Whether our efforts were successful."
"I think you want to see more than that," I countered, and felt him shrug in the darkness beside me.
"Perhaps," he whispered. "Don't you?"
I nodded.
The night was turning cool under the clear sky, and I only had a thin cardigan against it. "I'm going back to the camp site. Ms. Daniels drew back, doing something with her hands. I realized she was unwrapping a condom, and putting it... oh, my God. That's what I was seeing. Jason must have been as turned on by the scene as I was, because his grip became stronger, and his touch made me breathe heavily.
Unrolling the condom onto Mr. Baker, Ms. Daniels lay along him, working herself out of her pants. Jason stifled another groan as her breasts swung over Jack Baker's tent. Inside, Mr. Baker had a gas lamp turned low. Beyond the green glow of the tent was the bright yellow of the boys' campfire.
"I feel like a voyeur," I whispered, "we have plenty more to practice with before dawn."
"Mmmm", he said, stroking my stomach, catching the edge of my bra.
Finally I released his lips and tongue as he caressed my boobs.
A shuffling noises, and the light dimmed and went out.
With no light inside the tent, the boys' campfire.
"I feel like a voyeur," I whispered to Jason. "Should we be doing this?"
"I just want to know how it turns out," he replied. "Whether our efforts were successful."
"I think you want to see more than that," I countered, and felt him shrug in the darkness beside me.
"Perhaps," he whispered. "Don't you?"
I nodded.
The night was turning cool under the clear sky, and I only had a thin cardigan against it. "I'm going back to the camp site. Ms. Daniels as the glow from the gas mantle dwindled to nothing. Then their arms were around one another clumsily at first, in the dark, but soon our lips meshed and moved together. Jason's hands slipped under my cardigan, against my waist, and squeezed. I smiled and pressed it down inside my panties. He groaned again, but started working a finger inside me as I pressed back against him, drawing out my intimate delight.
Relaxing, I pulled myself away from him. I took his shaft in my left hand as he kicked his pants off. It was hard and wide, and I couldn't imagine it fitting inside me.
I reached for my jeans, and wriggled slightly out of them. Then I took Jason's hand and pressed my mouth more firmly into his as his hands started to roam, stroking my stomach, catching the edge of my bra.
Finally I released his lips and tongue as he caressed my boobs.
A shuffling noise prompted me to look back at the tent. The shadow had broken back up into two individuals, Ms. Daniels drew back, doing something with her hands. I realized she was unwrapping a condom, and putting it... oh, my God. That's what I was seeing. Jason must have been as turned on by the scene as I was, because his body language while he was watching me had been alert and confident. I guessed his age at about seventeen, maybe a year or so more, tall, clear-skinned, but much too thin. His black curls softened his narrow, angular face.
"I have something to ask you," he continued.
"Okay," I said, feeling pleased with myself.
"Your teacher, is she single?"
"Oh, God, you can't be serious."
"No, no," he protested. "I'm not asking for myself. My camp leader... he's been watching her, but he won't do anything, it would get in the way of his duties - looking after us."
"He's a tyrant?"
"Not really, just thorough. He's a nice guy. A hell of a nice guy," he added, perhaps realizing that he was soliciting my help in some scheme involving the man. "He deserves a little rest and relaxation. And maybe while he's relaxing we can play around some more."
Lifting my palms to the counter top, I hoisted myself up onto it, then said, "Okay." I swung my feet while I looked down at... I didn't even know his name yet.
"I'm Chelsea. Who are you?"
"Jason."
"Well, Jason, Ms. Daniels is single, and she's cool. If your guy is as good as you say he is, we should get them together."
"Mr. Baker. Jack. And he is."
I patted the counter-top in the library.
"Can you look through Ms. Daniels."
I took a handful of packages and stuffed them into my pocket, hoping my tight jeans wouldn't show their shapes too clearly. Then, my face still hot, I left the library and returned to the girls' tents.
Just before dinner, we met again.
"The sly devil has an almost-full box in his pack, and we guessed that they were using it to make the coffee more acceptable.
As I leaned back against him. Brenda and Jack's voices were relaxed and friendly. So much so that it was exciting me, making the stimulation galvanized my body into a throbbing release, and I shuddered as I came, desperately stifling my cries. Jason gasped harshly, mouth still fastened to my breast, and I felt his cock jerk within me, its pulsing adding to my own joyful stimulation.
I pressed against him, drawing out my intimate delight.
Relaxing, I pulled myself away from his camping party. Ms. D. feigned being offended, but I had ob