The XxX Summer Camp

Dan is too old for summer camp, too young to work a real
job, and his mom wants him out of city during the worst
of the summer, so he gets a summer camp waiters job.

“Dan, I have an idea for you this summer.”

“For the summer mom?”

“Yes, you are too old for camp as a camper, but you could
work.”

“As a counselor?”

“No, as a waiter. My friend George has a camp and needs a
waiter, he is willing to give you a try. If the first
week works out you can stay the full month.”

“But I was going to…”

“No, I want you out of the city, I wish I could join you,
it will be a lot cooler than here.”

Mom eventually talked me into it, I was allowed to bring
my footlocker, and could take tools and a couple of model
building projects with me to work on between meals when I
was free of other duties. No power tools though, home was
a tent with one light and no outlets.

Mom drove me to the camp, all the other staff were
familiar with the rules and regulations, so I was alone
for orientation.

“Dan, you are the youngest member of the staff, it may be
hard for you to socialize. Nevertheless, you are
forbidden to make any unsupervised contact with the
female campers, you can use the waterfront in your free
time, but only if a lifeguard is present. You will be
fired and sent home on the next train if you get caught
with any of the female campers. Other than that you may
do as you please when you are not on duty, you may
socialize with the other staff as you please.
Understand?”

“Yes.”

My duties were simple enough, set the two tables of my
section before each of three meals, bring food and
seconds as needed from the kitchen to each table, buss
the tables and sweep up after each meal. My two tables
were fourth graders, no problem, they never ate enough to
want seconds.

The waterfront was a joke. The roped off area was too
small for me to do laps. Actually, the lake itself was a
joke, it was more a pond really, so shallow I could have
walked across the deepest part of it, if allowed I could
have swum laps on the whole thing, and I had the
certificate and could have worked as lifeguard had I been
older. But I wasn’t allowed, all swimming was limited to
the roped off area; so I never unpacked my suit, it
wasn’t worth the bother. It was the first summer I did no
swimming.

Each Friday night there was a social dance, the wait
staff and the counselors were all encouraged to attend,
as were the older campers. A shortage of boys meant the
waiters were obliged to dance, or girls had to dance with
each other, as they often do anyway. I looked forward to
meeting the female staff, they lived with the girls so it
was hard to find them free, except at meals of course.
Unfortunately it was a bust.

All the female staff were in college, a couple were nice
enough to talk with me, but basically I was like an
overgrown young puppy to them. Night in general was a
bust, the tent was too dark to work in, and the lodge was
off limits after dark, I guess that saved on electricity
or something.

Well, it wasn’t a total bust, there was a tall older
camper named Sue, she was enthusiastic to have a tall
waiter to dance with, she even teased me some. I was very
nervous after the warning I had been given, and remained
a proper gentleman. We kissed chastely after the last
dance.

Each Sunday night there was a bonfire with storytelling
and roasted marshmallows, this was held on a plateau that
overlooked the camp proper, and a steep slope separated
the camp below from the edge of the plateau. The three
staff tents were partway up the slope, the dining hall
below us, and the waterfront and playing fields separated
the girls cabins from the dining hall, infirmary, and
other buildings.

That week went well enough, and it was time to decide.

“Dan, so far so good. If you want you can go the whole
month.”

“It is boring at night, but the moneys ok, so sure.”

“You realize you’re allowed to do activities just as the
campers, once your duties are finished, I hear you aren’t
even swimming, your mom said you loved to swim.”

“Well, the waterfront isn’t really setup for adult
swimming, and I haven’t seen any details about what the
other activities are, plus, I brought some hobby stuff
with me.”

“Did I forget to give you a brochure? Sorry, I’ll give
one for you at lunch.”

“Thanks George.”

As promised I had the brochure at lunch, and sat in the
clean lunchroom to read it. Well, no horseback riding at
all, archery conflicts with breakfast cleanup, hmm, maybe
Nature.

Nature turned out to be an etymologist counselor, a
collection of field guides, and a challenge to collect
and mount as many different bugs as possible. A prize
would go to the one with the most bugs pinned to a board
at the end of each week. It was something to do that
would get me out of the tent. I explored the plateau
above the camp, in search of whatever insect life I could
find, and just to see what was there, I like that kind of
exploration.

Two more weeks passed, the Friday dances were fun, and
Sue was clearly developing a crush on me, I remained the
gentleman.

During Wednesday dinner, Mandy, one of the young ladies
at my table slipped me a note from Sue, who ate in a
different room than the one I worked.

“See you at Carnival? S.”

I wrote on it, “Sure,” and slipped the note back to
Mandy. I later found out they were sisters. The last
Friday was devoted to carnival instead of activities and
with no dance following, the older girls set up booths
and all campers and staff were given tokens to be used in
payment for the various games n stuff. I wouldn’t be able
to see sue before it, must have been why she sent the
note. I continued to hunt for bugs, Thursday passed
slowly.

After lunch on Friday was the carnival, all the waiters
were late because we had to clean up, so all was underway
when I arrived. Both the counselor’s and the camper’s
softball teams recruited me, I opted to join the campers.
They made me bat leftie, one handed. Didn’t matter, I
managed a hit every time up, and ran everything out hard
as I always do, I take my softball seriously. No one told
me the game was rigged so the campers always won. Sue
found me as the game concluded.

“Hi.”

“Hi yourself. What’s the big deal, I wouldda come without
the note.”

“Can’t get married without a groom.”

“Hmmm, marriage?”

“Marriage, you groom, me bride.”

“Huh?”

“After the ceremony we get to kiss… Come on, it’ll be
fun!”

“Kiss?”

“Uhhuh,” Sue grabbed my arm and dragged me over to the
short line at Sam’s Marriage Parlor.

Wow, after never having been involved in kissing games I
was finally to get my chance. Never had I been sent a
‘special delivery letter’ or a ‘package’ during “Post
Office”, maybe I would finally discover what ‘inspection’
was all about.

The line was short, but it moved slowly, eventually our
turn came. No one in the line wanted to talk because of
all the others in line, everyone looked kinda odd,
bashful n such. We said our “I do’s”, and then were
directed to go behind a tree-hung blanket for our kiss.
All this had taken place next to the softball diamond,
the 3rd base dugout seat was right behind the blanket. I
sat, Sue stood between my softball-tired marriage-nervous
legs.

“Uum ….”

“Shhh, we don’t have forever, unzip.”

“Huh?”

“I want you in me (unzips her jeans fly), come on, stick
it in.”

I was completely unprepared, Sue seemed to be saying that
she wanted me to have sex with her here, in the open,
under this kind of time pressure. I imagined counselors
in the trees on the far side of the playing fields with
cameras and telephoto lenses, all waiting to get the
photo that would send me home in disgrace, even though
the month was almost over, I didn’t want that on my
record.

“But…”

“Silly, the blanket hides us, come on. I want you in me,
right here.”

Sue took my right hand and placed it into her open fly,
her left hand fumbled with my belt.

“Come on you two, others are waiting.”

I gathered her in my arms, my hand slipped inside, I
touched her through her panties. We kissed, she frenched
me as I felt her, it was heaven. She was soaking wet too,
which was curious. Thank goodness she gave up on my belt
and instead raised her hands around my neck.

“Enough, times up.”

I struggled, Sue grinned ruefully and relaxed her thighs
to let go my hand, and quickly zipped herself up.

“Come on, I know a place.”

Sue led the entranced me through the fair to a
fortuneteller, who was working out of a tent. We stopped
for lemonade on the way. The counselors must have been
watching for just this sort of thing, we weren’t allowed
to close the fortune tellers tent flaps, and counselors
stood nearby, so nothing happened there, we walked on
thru the fair trying various games, and were left alone.

“Sue, are you in on the Nature course?”

“Yes.”

“So am I. You having any luck?”

“Not really, camp has very few bugs, too many people.”

“Lots of bugs on the plateau.”

“Really? I can go up there?”

“Older campers can, that includes you. I go there after
lunch every day. I have had the best luck on the far
side, a large tree is fallen there and rotting away, lots
of bugs wherever there is decay like that.”

“Hmmm.”

Sue squeezed my arm to tell me she understood.

Saturday sue had activities all morning, and a short
break after lunch when she had been bug hunting. There
was one counselor set to watch the plateau, but I got
there before Sue going by a back path I had scouted that
led me up the back slope to the rear edge where the tree
was, with a woolen blanket, which I lay down on to wait
for Sue. I saw two more campers come up, and then heard
Sue humming to herself. Great, the counselor would be
distracted when Sue disappeared from sight.

“Psst, here, behind the log.”

Sue wandered around the log.

“Hi, husband Dan.”

“Hi Sue.”

Sue knelt next to me, loosened her pants, and then
attacked with her lips, placing her knees astraddle of my
hips.

“Raise your knees and undo your pants.”

I did both, she slipped her pants down enough to bare her
bottom, then lowered herself to lie upon me at full
length, her legs outside mine. My hands slid down her
back to her bare bottom.

“Umm, rrrrr.”

Sue rose up on her elbows as her hands unbuttoned my
shirt and stroked my chest, her lips devoured mine. Her
lower mouth spread and surrounded my cotton-covered
penis, which was quickly at full erection. Once my chest
was bared she lifted up her own top, our naked chests lay
together, her small breasts were rose petal soft, except
the nipples, which were curiously hard.

Sue’s left hand reached into my underwear and stroked my
erection, her right hand started to lower the waistband
of my panties.

*tromp tromp tromp..*

“Quick, a counselor.”

So much for the distraction value of the other campers.

I pulled down her top, Sue buttoned her waistband, then
grabbed for her zipper, I urged her to kneel upright,
which she did, as I handed her the field notebook. The
counselor stopped far enough away that the blanket and I
were invisible.

“You know the rules, stay in plain sight. Grab your stuff
and come search where I can see you.”

“Sorry, coming.”

I hadn’t dared rezip or even move very much, so when Sue
bent over to pick up her collection jar she was able to
kiss my erection, nipping me gently with a sly grin.

The rest of Saturday it was impossible to get together
again, and Sunday was spent packing and leaving. I did
learn one lesson – girls wanna have fun too.