I was a young summer camp counselor. We were about 3 weeks into the summer and relationships were growing among the counselors. I had been running around with a couple of girls but nothing had gotten serious.
We were on a trail ride, the overnight kind. The trail ride was a special trip for campers who had been there 3 years. This trip was overwhelmingly girl campers, something like 20 girls to 4 boys. And the counselor ratio had to reflect that of the campers. It was me and one other boy counselor and 5 girl counselors. Two of the girls had started to become good friends with me, heading for a summer romance.
It was a long day on the horses, riding for hours, way back into the mountains. We arrived at camp, took care of the horses, got the campfire started and cooked, and set up for the night. I picked my spot, a nice quiet grassy spot with a nice view of the valley below. It was a little ways from where the campers usually set up but close enough to do my duties to watch over them. The other boys set up under a canopy of juniper trees, not the best spot at all. Little piles of raccoon poop decorated the sloping ground under the trees, but they thought it might provide good cover if the rains came that night.
There was a quick migration of sleeping bags coming my way. First it was Lisa, a girl counselor who had taken her first day off with me. We enjoyed the day and each other and had been hanging at breaks and after lights out. Lisa laid her sleeping bag just inches from mine, I thought that was a good thing. Well, then a group of girl campers dragged their bags closer to us. That would put a damper on some things that evening. Then before too long, every girl on the trail ride had set up their sleeping bags in tight formation near me.
The night turned very dark, there was an electrical storm miles away. Lightening would flash without the roll of thunder. The sound of hobbled horses, crickets, and the crackling fire picked through the night air. The few giggles and quiet conversations died out quickly as the long day wore on the kids. Lisa and I had been talking most of the night. We were laying close to each other, looking at stars and the lightening. Fingers started playing around and those fingers drifted up the arms, causing faces to come closer. Our first kiss led to another, and another. Then it was full scale groping and squeezing. The traildust seemed to add to the scents and tastes, although at times it tasted like I was kissing a horse.
Lisa was tall and thin. She had a lithe athletic body and looked so good in jeans. Nice tits that always were shown off by her tight shirts. I was around quite a bit when her nipples were hard and poking out. I did like the way she walked too, it was a slinky kind of walk that just made me watch her. Her long hair was being bleached by the sun and had taken on several shades of blonde. She would wear makeup on the rare occasions, but I liked it so much better just having her look natural.
Lisa was hot. As my hand came closer to between her legs, I could feel the heat from that spot. It was amazing hot. Her hands followed my lead. She found her way to my crotch. For every bit of heat I found in her, she found how hard I was. I remember gasping as she took a whole handful of me. From that point, I doubt if I could have been stopped. Jeans were unbuttoned, pulled down and off. I let my hands enjoy roaming around the bare skin of her legs. I was surprised to find such a skimpy pair of panties on her, I would have thought that several hours on horseback would have meant panties that covered a little more butt.
My hands squeezed her butt, slipping a few fingers under her panties. Her hands did much the same thing as mine. She pulled my cheeks apart, letting her fingers find my hole. That made me jump, then she would laugh, and we would end up laughing together as we stayed kissing. I actually figured the only way to handle her playing with that area on me was to go for her pussy. With my hand under her panties, I slid it around to the front. Then I found the good spot, there was no doubt I was there when I felt the heat and the wetness. She squeezed her legs tight on me, pressing her lips harder on mine, and driving her tongue deeper in my mouth.
It was only seconds after I started to play with her pussy that she moved her hand to my dick, it seemed like hours while I waited for her to do that. I loved that feeling of her hand surrounding my dick so much that I would have been happy if that is where we ended up. But as she was stroking me with one hand, her other hand was directing my hand on her pussy. I found her clit, that was new to me, but there was no doubt I was on it.
Then down came my underwear. She pulled hard, I heard the stitching give way. I lifted my hips and they were off. She helped me pull hers down and off. A little bit of sliding the sleeping bags around and we were mashed up against each other. I could feel her pubes on the underside of my dick. My hips were humping automatically. She was all over me. I was having to take advantage of every chance I could to catch a breath.
Then she grabbed me and rolled on her back. I stayed kissing and rubbing but she was so hot that she let me know that she wanted a whole lot more. As she spread her legs, she grabbed my dick and guided me into her. Oh god, there was no doubt that I was in her, my dick felt like it was in a fire. I did the best I could to get traction in the mess of sleeping bags. I was so trying to last, too. But it was just too much for me. I exploded, biting my lip to keep quiet. I didn't go completely soft and I tried to keep going but I was just too sensitive. I know she was a little disappointed but she sure didn't act like it.
A little time of snuggling and recovering as we laid close together. I even looked up to see if any of the campers had noticed. It sure didn't look like it. All the girls appeared to be asleep. The boys and the other boy counselor were under the junipers with a little campfire going. And the other girl counselors were sitting around the main campfire, talking and doing a little smoking and toking. Lisa and I straightened our bags and settled down for the night.
