There I was lying in bed in camp, again.
At least as a I supervisor I was only forced to share with three others. They gave us a room with six bunks for the four of us. From the onset we shifted the furniture around in order give ourselves some extra space, with a few extra boards and some sheets we rigged up little rooms. It was a group of grown men making forts in their bedrooms.
It was a Saturday and the company was throwing a little shindig; we had been here over a month and the stress level had been slowly building. There was some steam to blow off.
I snuck out early in order to call home and have a few moments of quiet time in my little fort. My fellow bunk mates were still enjoying the fun and the room was silent. After a nice long silent hot shower, a rarity in camp, I climbed into bed and started to drift off.
Not long after all the lights went out I heard the door open and light from the hallway spilled in; I didn't think much of it, camp life is never totally quiet. I didn't even bother to ask or open my eyes.
The door was silently closed, silent footsteps, and then the feeling of air movement as my sheet door was moved.
There was a thief in my room! I didn't move; let him turn on my light before I beat him senseless.
I lay there on my back, quietly waiting for the light or the sound of drawers opening, but nothing.
Nothing was happening, they were just standing there; were they deciding what to take? What to do?
Then I heard the sound of rustling clothes, the crumple of a robe, and a soft hand touches my arm. A woman's hand sliding up my arm and the gentle settling of weight on the edge of my bed.
Heat next to my ear and a whisper "Shhh, just enjoy this."
My hand is placed on a thigh and guided up to the crease of a groin. My index finger placed into the moist outer folds of a pussy. Slowly my finger is moved back and forth, tantalizing her smooth lips, slick with her pussy juice. She grinds against my fingers, they slip into her inner lips as my thumb presses on her clit.
A soft moan escapes her lips, she stiffens, and I feel a rush of hot sticky cum as she enjoys a quiet orgasm. The blankets are slowly pulled back and a hand glides down my stomach to rest on my groin. My cock swells under the touch of her warm hand. She gently squeezes and tugs my cock through my shorts.
My hand is moved up to grasp a breast, a nice heavy breast. It fills my hand; I feel an erect nipple, a pleasure bud, through a thin layer of material. A t-shirt.
She moans as I squeeze her breast, gently rolling her nipple between my fingers and clutches my cock.
I recognize the voice, a clerk from the camp office.
