Dinner was a rather raucous affair, with awards to the various kids who had won races and "awards of merit" to all the other kids too. Lots of ice cream, shouting, and so on. By the end of dinner and the festivities, I was beat. I was sitting in one of the overstuffed chairs in the lodge's main room and falling asleep when I felt someone sit on the arm of the chair. I looked up and saw it was Millie.
"Tired, are we, after our trip to the Nile?" she asked with a twinkle.
Jesus, I thought to myself as I shook myself awake. Do these girls tell each other everything as soon as it happens? "Oh, I'm OK, just a bit dozy."
She lowered her voice as she leaned towards me a little "Well, don't forget it's my turn tonight, big fella. And if you fall asleep and don't come, I'll be very disappointed."
"I'll come, I'll come." I promised quietly.
She grinned broadly. "I'll be sure that you do!" And we both laughed. Millie's mother called over to her, reminding her that she had to be up very early as they were driving into Reno in the morning to visit her aunt. So Millie gave me me quick glance and left.
But, as it was, I got roped into playing bridge again for a while, then, since it was only 10:30, thought I would read a bit before I could safely make my way to the girl's cabin. So I sat and read and old adventure novel that was lying on the table. The next thing I knew, one of the parents was poking me, saying "Hey, buddy, it's 1 AM, you'd better go sleep in your own bed or we'll have throw you in the hoosegow!"
I stumbled up, mortified. What would Millie think? I left the lodge with the last group of parents, who turned off the lights and we all walked towards our cabins. I decided I'd better brush my teeth and think. One couple was headed to a cabin near the girls, so I couldn't exactly go directly there. So I took my time brushing my teeth, and then left the bathroom. I stopped in the shadow of a huge Jeffrey pine and waited. The camp was silent. It was still quite warm for that altitude in the Sierra and the night was beautiful. I made my way, silent as an Indian up to the fisherman's trail around the camp and circled until I was around behind the girl's cabin. I stepped out of my thongs because I didn't want them flap-flapping as I went down the slope. The cabin of Lisa and Mrs. Schiller and her son was about 20 yards to my left. I quietly made my way past and reached the porch of the girl's cabin. The porch boards creaked once as I crossed them, then I eased the door open. In the moonlight spilling through the window I could see Donna and Millie asleep in their beds. I could see their quiet faces and bare shoulders sticking out of their loosely covering sleeping bags. The thought of their warm, naked bodies so close made my heart race. I looked towards Millie's bed and could just barely see her form on the bed, but her bed was in shadow. I quietly stepped over there and looked down. She, too, seemed asleep, but I could make out her oval face and, as my eyes adjusted, I could see that she was just half-covered by the sleeping bag and seemed to be wearing a nightgown. I pulled my shirt over my head and pulled off my cutoffs. I gently pulled the sleeping bag back a tiny bit, noticing that Millie seemed to have a sheet on her mattress (very fancy for the camp) and sat down gently beside her.
I reached out and stroked her hair gently and bent down to kiss her cheek. She stirred slowly, with a quiet murmur, and then came awake. Her eyes opened and she looked up at me.
"Ah, so you come at last, Prince Charming!" she said in a low whisper. "I knew if I waited my prince would come."
"Well, not yet, but let's see what we can do," I whispered. She pulled me down towards her and we kissed lightly. Then she rolled back and lifted the sleeping bag and I slipped in beside her.
We kissed again and she said in my ear. " I fell asleep waiting for you. I was afraid you'd worn yourself out exploring the Nile."
"No," I whispered back. "But I did have to have a nap so I would be prepared."
"Mmm," was all she said as we kissed again. Our lovemaking was very slow and gentle that night. We kissed, gently, our tongues touching, exploring, our hands slowly caressing and searching for pleasure. She was wearing a nightgown of some silky material and it enhanced the feel of her body. I could feel the supple warmth of her skin against me, but it was a sensual delight to feel my hands sliding over the material and her skin. The nightgown gradually rode up on her as we rubbed and caressed, more and more of our skin in contact. Millie became more animated and I kissed down her neck into the hollow of her neck, gently kissed and nibbling as my hands stroked her belly and her thighs.
Millie was stroking her hands up and down along my body, her hands open so that only her palms were on my skin. Her hands felt warm and smooth and the effect was very sensual. I was now running my hands along the back of her thighs and up onto her ass as she pressed her pelvis against mine, my erection pressing into her pussy. Then she brought her hands slowly around my waist and began stroking on either sides of my erection without quite touching it. I brought my hands up under her nightgown and did the same with her breasts, stroking the sides and undersides of her breasts, almost but not quite touching the nipples. Then I lightly brushed my finer across her stiff, erect nipples and she moaned low in her throat and her fingers brushed along the sides of my cock. I brushed my fingers again over her nipples, teasing them, very lightly caressing them and Millie slowly stroked my cock along the shaft, not quite reaching the head. The sensation was exciting and powerfully erotic. I wanted her to touch the head of my cock so badly, but I knew that I was controlling that with my fingers. I slowly traced my fingers down along her belly toward her inner thighs. She slowly stroked my cock lower and lower until she was brushing my balls with the backs of her fingers. She had her thighs spread wide, inviting my fingers in, wanting me to touch her, but I continued to tease her, running my fingers along her inner thighs, feeling the soft brush of her bush, but not reaching her pussy lips. I kept starting farther inside her inner thighs, tracing along the edge of her sweet ass, then along the contact between her thighs and her pelvis, and then running my fingers lightly through her bush. As I did this, she thrust forwards towards me, involuntarily begging for my fingers in her pussy. At the same time, each time her fingers approached the head of my cock, my body would thrust it forward, wanting her fingers stroking the head.
We did this again and again, the pleasure almost too much, then I slowly traced my fingers along the lips of her pussy and she shuddered with pleasure. She then ran her fingers delicately up the shaft of my cock and traced them around the cap at the head. The sensation was so powerful that I almost came right there! Then I began stroking her pussy more firmly and my fingers sank into the silken wet folds, warm and slippery, a sweet pleasure. She was breathing very deeply now her hands wrapped around my cock, stroking it with both hands in large movements. My fingers found her clit and gently kneaded it, causing her to murmur low in her throat and stroke me faster, running her fingers all overs the tip of my now slippery cock-head. I kept stroking her pussy, running my fingers the length of it and pausing at the top to stroke her clit and after a minute or so, she squeezed my cock so hard it hurt a little and her thighs clamped around my fingers as she climaxed. I gently continued stroking the clit as she came and she arched spasmodically on the bed.
