This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons is purely coincidental. All characters in the story are eighteen-years-old or older.
This is my second attempt at writing a story in this genre. Please be sure to rate the story and I appreciate your feedback. Thanks to oldakeddad for editing this and the excellent suggestions.
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I'm a staff member at a camp and retreat facility nestled in the north woods near a small town.
During the summer, it serves as a camp for various church groups, and during the winter, we offer retreats from churches and some secular organizations. Also, during the winter, we normally have groups ranging in age from thirty to seventy coming through for a weekend of quiet and contemplation.
This particular winter weekend was different as we were hosting a group of young people who'd recently graduated high school the previous spring. It was an opportunity for them to reconnect with each other and their churches' programs. It was also an introduction for them to a retreat that's different from the normal church teen youth retreats.
This weekend's retreat guests arrived in two school busses, with cargo trailers, at approximately seven-thirty in the evening. Everyone was pretty tired from a two-hour school bus ride so, after a quick welcome and snack, we made the camp's male and female dormitories assignments.
No sooner had we given the building assignments in the men's and women's dorms, they grabbed their bags and went to bed. At approximately nine-thirty, I walked the grounds as my last job of the night—all of the dorms were dark and quiet.
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The retreat began the next morning, after breakfast. The young people split into small groups, and some of the
obvious
cliques and pairings were split between the other groups. This encouraged more interaction and forced people to work outside of their normal groups.
I was one of the facilitators for the small groups, so I was able to watch each of the groups as they came through my portion of the program. As I observed the small groups, there were two people in one group who stood out.
One was a young man, Joey, who appeared to be a follower rather than a leader or instigator and, if I had to guess, was one of the youngest of the group. He was about five feet, ten inches tall; slim; had curly, blonde hair; and an easy, open smile. He was quiet, but watched and listened—especially when Kaylee spoke.
Kaylee was a brunette of average height and build. She had a nice butt—one I'd love to squeeze—and well-toned legs. She wore black leggings and a snug, black sweater that accentuated her figure. She may have had an average build, but she
knew
how to use it.
Especially her boobs, as they were packaged and shown to their best advantage. She was outgoing, and every answer or comment was subtly done for effect. She knew she had a guaranteed audience with Joey, and played to her audience with a glance and smile or a nibble of her lip when he was looking at her.
During the few minutes between the morning classes and lunch, we facilitators had a meeting to review the morning groups. Everyone mentioned Kaylee and Joey, but none of us thought they should be reassigned. We broke for lunch, and each facilitator sat with a group. I was able to watch as Kaylee watched Joey, and she made sure he could see her without being too obvious.
During lunch, I said very little (except when asked) as the young people talked about what the morning classes were like. Friendships were starting to develop and the group was working well together. Some of the others passed whispered asides throughout lunch, but no one seemed to notice Kaylee's behavior—maybe because they were used to her?
During the afternoon, the teens went outside for outdoor activities, which were led by three of the counselors. I stayed back to prepare the commons room for the later afternoon and evening activities. It didn't take too long, so I grabbed a hot cocoa and took a breather.
Soon, Kaylee came in the door, limping. As she took her coat off, she explained that she'd rolled her ankle while sledding. She tried to take the snow pants off, but realized the boots had to come off first, so she sat on the chair and asked.
"Would you help me take my boots off?"
Once the boots were off, she stood and removed the snow pants as if she was stripping for me. She was wearing the same leggings and sweater she wore that morning.
I tried to hide the bulge in my jeans as I got her a cup of cocoa. I took her indoor shoes over, along with the cocoa, gave them to her, and asked.
"Would you like me to help put your shoes on?"
She looked at me under her lashes and gave me a sexy smile as she replied.
"Oh, please! I'd love it."
As she pulled her sweater off over her head and shook out her ponytail, she said.
"It's nice and warm in here."
As I knelt in front of her to put her shoes on, my eyes traveled up her legs and took in her flat belly and her breasts that were straining to get out of her sports bra. I took her injured foot, gently put it on my lap, and began to rub her heel and gently massaged the length of her foot.
She murmured.
"That feels so good."
As I reached the ball of her foot, she sighed and crooned while I rubbed each toe.
"Mmm."
While I was working on one foot, she put her other foot on my thigh and wiggled her toes against my cock while giving me a sweet, sexy smile. I couldn't help but notice her nipples were making points in her bra, her mouth was open, and her eyelids fluttered.
"How does that feel? Is your ankle better?"
"It feels so good. I'll give you an hour to stop."
She slid forward on the chair as I finished putting on one shoe and started on her other foot. Again, I started at the heel and rubbed forward, then slid my hand up to her calf and massaged down again, and ended with taking each toe between my fingers to rub and spread them.
Her breathing had increased, her eyes were dilated with excitement, and her voice was hoarse with excitement as she whispered.
"Oh, yes!"
I sensed she was well on her way to being ready for more, but we heard the rest of the group approaching the building, so she grabbed her sweater, quickly put it on, and I stood.
"You were marvelous! I wish we had more time."
I replied.
"My pleasure."
"Yes, you are!"
Joey looked around for Kaylee as he came in. With a worried look, he immediately went to her and asked.
"Is your ankle okay?"
She gave him a hungry smile and replied.
"It's much better now. We can do the moonlight hike tonight."
He asked.
"Will you be my hiking buddy?"
She glanced at me over his shoulder and winked.
"It'll be a pleasure!"
I knew one guy who was going to get lucky!
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I'd been in my office and just turned out the lights, planning to close up the building, when Kaylee and Joey came into the commons room after the evening hike. He was following her the same as a kitten follows a string. I don't know what she'd said to him, or what they did during the hike, but he was right there and eager.
I told myself, 'This bear's going to watch!' Though the lights were out in the commons room, there was light coming through the windows from the outside lights. I sat, very quietly, on my desk chair where I could see them, but not be seen.
Kaylee and Joey removed their boots, jackets, and snow pants and dropped them onto the floor. Joey took her hands and pulled her to him. For a moment, they just stared at each other, then Kaylee moved in to kiss him. I was recalling my first kissing attempts as I watched Joey move the last fraction of an inch until their lips touched again.
She gently whispered.
"Follow my lead."
She slightly parted her lips, slipped his lower lip between hers, and then pulled away. He parted his lips a little and took her lower lip between his.
She murmured.
"Mmm, that's heavenly."
Joey said.
"I'm sorry. I'm not very good because I've never kissed like this before."
Kaylee replied.
"It's okay. I'll teach you."
She pulled him close and kissed him with a growing hunger as he tried to keep up. After they broke the kiss, they were both breathing heavily.
She moved his hands to her breasts and asked.
"Have you ever felt a girl's breasts? Please, gently squeeze and rub them. I need your hands!"
"They feel so nice. Am I doing it right?"
"Oh, yes! I need that so much. Can you feel how hard you're making my nipples?"
I continued to watch as she reached down between them and, through his pants, rubbed her hand over the length of his cock. As she moved her hands across his zipper and started to tug it down, he moved his hands to help her.
"No, please, I need to feel your hands on my breasts! Put them under my shirt!"
As she unbuttoned his jeans, opened his fly, and freed his cock, he shivered and said.
"Oh, god."
She looked toward the door of my office and turned as if to allow me to see what was going on. If she knew I was watching, she gave no sign of it.
Kaylee stroked Joey's cock and he caressed her breasts while they were still kissing more and more passionately. Their breathing became harder as they frantically played with each other, driving each other to new heights.
"Take my shirt off, Joey!"
While he was busy reaching for the hem of her shirt and pulling it up, she raised her arms and sank down until she was on her knees in front of him.
When he suddenly felt her lips replacing her hands on his cock, he groaned.
"
Oh
!
Oh
! Oh, god, that's so good!"
I watched with rapt interest as she licked the length of his cock and placed her lips on the head before opening those luscious lips and slipping part way down his cock.
She exclaimed.
"You're so big and so long! I wish I could take
