Everyone mentioned or written sexually about in the story is 18 years old or older.
IMPORTANT!
This is a caring loving story containing lesbian kinky fetishes, unshaved, a lot of pee and some foot fetish.
DO NOT READ further if those things offend you, or you find the categories disliking!
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- Good morning sweetie, rise and shine. You can't lie here all day long. Breakfast is ready.
I don't know what's worst. A mother's cheerful voice 9 in the morning on a weekend...or the sad depressing feeling of starting yet another day with damp sheets and cold wet panties.
The mattress is protected with special sheets, thereby escaping my peeing in bed almost every night, the covers usually dodge it too...since it's often on the floor in the morning, or down by the end of the bed. In many different places except wrapped around my body.
And here comes the traditional pinch of my big toe accompanied by the holding of my foot while saying how much she'd like my company downstairs. Don't want to eat alone, and so on.
I stretched the time as much as I could; usually three or four 'Emma, are you coming?' before I sat down looking at the hotel breakfast she always made for us at weekends. I liked it though.
Two things started when she stopped seeing the last man a year back. The first was more touching of my feet when I was in my bed, and the second one was that she held and caressed my feet with hers under the table as we ate breakfast. And sometimes at dinner, but dinner together didn't happen so much for various reasons, like one of us was out or not hungry or something else.
In the beginning I withdrew from her touch and also asked why she did it. She answered immediately, saying she lacked the feeling of holding someone...and also that she always liked my feet. They were so pretty and a must to touch, as she put it. So I let her, and had started to like having them caressed and appreciated.
When finished eating my mom silenced, looked at me and said that she wanted me to go to a camp for a week or two. An all-girls camp with lots of fun activities and new friends...and wouldn't that be a fun thing to do this summer...no moms, no boredom and some more selling arguments.
I listened politely until she finished the sales pitch, then waited three seconds before I said what I always said. "Yes, it certainly would be much of what you're saying. And the girls not waking up in a pool of their own urine every morning will probably have a great time at that, or any other camp."
- I know it's very hard honey. But you said you'd give it a try when you felt like it. And being locked inside with me so long now...I want you to have some fun, and maybe meet a new boyfriend, even though that can be tricky at an all-girls camp. But still. And the peeing-thing...I think we have a solution for that too. Well, not a solution, but a working plan for a week of less focusing on the bed issues.
- You see, I know one of the leaders. She's great with people, girls in particular and she has a way of making huge tedious problems feel less huge and less tedious for a while.
I think you've meet once or twice, surrounded by a lot of other people and not at all adding any real substance here, but please honey, I promise...it will be worth the while.
The last camp was a disaster. Of course everyone found out, and just about everyone commented in some hurtful way, or just stood there judging. The leading group bullied me to the very hour I left. Tears just fueled the flames.
After that I kept close to home for the past few years, spending every night there, with exception for a couple of boyfriends, both well aware of my nightly secret...and both said they were okay with it. And...well...it lasted a couple of weeks with almost no staying overnight.
So, always at home, and at moms to be specific. She and dad never got along; I don't think she was very nice to him, so he left us ten years ago. We have an okay contact despite it all, and I think that a lot of the over caring she puts on me now...should have been directed at him instead. But that was never her intention...she liked me, period. I was the best daughter in the whole world, and now here I was at the camp. Shaking in a corner as the small boat took us over the lake to the island where my forced home would be for the next nine days.
- Hi there! You must be Emma, so nice to have you here. Are you cold too? I'm Angela and the girl to my left is Cindy. She's also cold so we're cozying. Come here and get warm with us.
Before I could do more than turn around and see the person doing all the talking, I was in her grip. She wrapped her free arm around me and pulled me close in a real tight lock.
A combination of deodorant and sweat oozed from her.
- Aaah, you smell that Emma?! Both of you smell newly washed and fresh like a summer breeze right now. But that will change here I promise you. It will be all kind of putrid smells coming from you girls the coming week...and that IS EXACTLY WHY YOU ARE HERE! If you don't stink up the place by the end of week, we will be very displeased with you. But we never are, never! Oh, I could just eat both of you right now...you're adorable. This will be soooo good, I can feel it.
I think she talked too much and much too personal. But I actually started feeling like this could be a good thing. And I wasn't shaking anymore. I felt protected in her warm hug.
Both of us were equally reluctant to leave Angela's hugging arms, but since she switched to pushing every one of the boat and shouting directions...that meant us too.
As we walked along the paths my heart started beating faster again. I'm not sure whether she noticed that, or assumed it was happening or neither, but she shouted to everybody to keep walking...follow the leaders up front. And then, much quieter, said that me and Cindy should stop for a minute.
- So, just a quick briefing. You two do not have to be good friends, do as you please, but both of you have the same issue with wetting the bed at night. I don't know how you do at home. But the only thing you have to care about when you are here......is nothing. You should focus on you, and nothing else! I will fix your beds in the morning when you're eating breakfast. And I will lay out anything you want to have in your panties during the night, if you want anything...I'll place it under the cover so no one notices. And you just leave it the same way in the morning. I PROMISE, no one will ever know!
And if someone finds out...it will be handled in the best possible way. This will be one of the best weeks of your life, I guarantee it!
So, run along now, up with the others.
And before either of us had any chance to think about what she said or comment it, we were at our beds unpacking. Our lockers and beds stood opposite each other in the far corner with a window adjacent...so perfect in that way. Well, nothing was perfect...but...given the circumstances so.
At lunch a few hours later, Cindy and I sat talking about this and that, she was easy to talk to, and we also had two other girls at our table. Same with them; seemed like we could be friends this week.
During our conversations I looked over at the leader's table. They all looked nice and friendly, especially Angela. I guess she was around ten years older than me, so closing in on her 30th birthday. And wow, would I like to look like her when I turned 30. Smoking hot, lightly tanned body, perfect sized breasts and a glow around her pretty always happy face. She was magnetic.
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On the second day I stood next to my bed after breakfast double checking the immaculate spread, still puzzled how she had time to be with us eating breakfast and also make my nightly disaster magically disappear so fast, and without a trace. No moist and no smell. Well, there were smells, because Angela had said that a nice prize awaited the girl with the nastiest smell at the end of the week, and most girls happily accepted the challenge. Heard a few saying they were relieved not having to shower all the time, perfume everywhere and all the makeup and matching clothes. So, yes during the second day a faint scent was present in our girl barracks. And it made me happy, I felt more at ease knowing I wasn't the only one stinking up the place.
As I stood there dreaming, someone came up and hugged me from behind. I was lost in my dreams and did not hear Angela coming in, and now she stood behind me with her arms yet again wrapped around me. I jumped high and screamed slightly, but stopped with booth when she nuzzled me in the neck, licked and kissed really quick, then took a firm grip with her teeth in the back of my neck same time she sucked herself stuck to me.
I let out a huge moan and pushed closer, started moving my butt and hip against her gyrating crotch.
I started sweating and felt a desire building up inside; I told Angela I wanted her to do more, "Ooh...please do more. I like everything you do to me. Bite me, kiss me...please...more..."
And just like that, she turned me around and moved two feet away.
- Emma, you are the girl for me. I've asked your mother several times about getting you to our camp, and finally...you're here. It's like a sexy dream come true. And speaking about very sexy dreams, it's not well looked upon that the leaders perform in sexual activities with our attendants; so I want to wait until the last night. If we get caught then...well it's not good, but we get to go home the same time as everybody else, right?
As soon as she said the last word, she moved closer...just so our lips barely touched.
I was about to burst, and put my hand on the back of her head to push her against me, I needed more, so much more and I wanted to
...I didn't have time to do anything else because she spun around, moved towards the doors and started to say goodbye. As she did all that she looked down, saw my feet...and stopped.
- I understand the really hard time you must have waking up in a wet bed in the morning, every morning. Must be exhausting for you, drain you as a person. But for me, that makes you even more desirable. If you peed on me in the middle of night as I was laying skin-to-skin close to you, I would most certainly climax right then and there. Climax hard...and then lick you clean.
Again, that's no help for you, and I was about to leave when I saw your feet. I am more of a stinky vagina-and-butt kind of a girl, though I'm open to new ideas...and wow your feet are the most perfect feet I've seen. I just have to taste them.
