Lesbian Summer: A Summer Camp of Seduction - PART ONE
By
Ellie Wylde
Caution: Contains mild dubious consent
Jess saw the signpost that read 'Mountain View Camping Lodge' and made the turn. The midday summer sun cast its light over the vast forest that covered the mountain picking up every shade of green making the entire valley come alive. She opened the window even wider to take in the fresh air and let the warm rush of wind flow through her wavy chestnut hair. The air revitalized her and she could feel the breeze catching her long flowing floral dress, finding its way under the thin fabric and refreshing her body. It may not have been white sands, surf and palm trees but to her this was paradise.
The road narrowed as it entered the treeline and the world took on a magical tone of half lights and bright sunbeams that penetrated the leafy canopy. She slowed to take in the surrounding nature and allowed the rich scents of the forest to waft into the car, pine and wildflower blossom now infused the vehicle and she breathed deeply. 'This was going to be a fantastic summer,' she thought. Ahead she saw a stone bridge, as she crossed she stopped and looked over the side. The bridge traversed a deep ravine lined with rocks, slick with damp moss. Far below the river flowed, cutting its way down the mountain and into the valley below. It was the image normally only captured in artwork but for her, this was going to be her home for the next few weeks.
The track continued for another twenty minutes, occasionally the trees would thin out enough for her to see out and into the world she had left behind. Endless green fields punctuated by occasional copses and wooded hills. She thought she could make out the last town she had driven through several miles away, although town may have been an exaggeration. She was truly out in the middle of nowhere. This was the perfect place for a summer retreat for girls in need of a break; away from the internet, Facebook, Twitter even television, just each other to entertain themselves. The road then went up one last incline before flattening out onto a plateau halfway up the mountain. A selection of rustic wooden cabins were dotted around, almost randomly, adding to the feeling of freedom and away from the sterile straight lines of modern civilization.
While the sun did beat down, there was a cooling edge to the breeze this high up and she was grateful for it. She walked across the concourse towards the Reception Cabin and noticed three men sitting on the steps of a smaller cabin drinking coffee and taking the last chance to relax before the teenagers arrived - the calm before the storm. She felt their eyes on her, she was used to it. She knew she looked good in this dress, tight enough to show off her hourglass figure, but loose enough to still give some mystery as to what lay beneath. One of the men raised his mug in greeting and grinned, the sun caught his golden wedding ring as he did. Jess smiled back politely, 'Men are always the same,' she thought 'always wanting more, and in this case wanting something he can't have.'
Jess stepped into the Reception Cabin, a beautiful high wooden counter lined the back wall behind which was an attractive woman, early thirties dressed in a khaki outdoor shirt. Her blonde hair was crudely tied back with as many strands of hair having escaped, and now dancing around her pretty face, as there were tied back. The woman was frantically trying to organize a pile of folders and simultaneously type on a computer. She looked up startled as Jess walked in.
"Oh, er... hi... You must be Jessica, please be Jessica!"
"Well Jess is fine, but yeah, that's me," Jess answered with a smile.
"Oh thank God, thank God!" replied the woman and hurried around the front of the counter, knocking several pieces of paper onto the floor in her rush, "Thank you so much for coming at such short notice, you are a complete lifesaver! I'm Rachel, we spoke on the phone."
Jess knelt and collected the scattered documents and handed them to Rachel, "Am happy to help, you do seem to have your hands full."
"Oh if I hand ten hands my hands would still be full! But I only have two, especially as my husband is well... doing something somewhere... but certainly not here helping me which is where he should be."
Jess cut her off before Rachel imploded, "Is there anything I can do to help?"
"Do you have a time machine to allow me to go back in time three months and then convince my past self that buying a Summer Camp is a totally crazy, ridiculous, naive thing to do?"
"Er... I can make a mean cup of tea if that helps?" Jess replied with a warm smile.
"Well, that is certainly a key skillset! Hmm... I did request your job reference but it doesn't appear to have arrived yet," Rachel sighed as she searched through a pile of papers on her desk, then with a deep breath steadied herself, "But unless you are a serial killer I need you! Actually, right now it wouldn't matter if you are a serial killer, I would still hire you! We have just one day before the hordes from hell are scheduled to arrive. Ok, quick intro - this summer camp is for young adults, so eighteen and nineteen years olds, who often have had issues at home. It's our job to not only destress them, but also help provide emotional support. Which is where you come in!"
"Sounds like a challenge, but a fun challenge."
"I hope you think that in a couple of week's time! Right, let me show you around. This is the reception, as you probably noticed..."
Jess took a moment to look around, the walls were smooth polished planks each showing off its grain creating that back-to-nature vibe. Several photos of past years were hanging in rows across one side of the room. Jess stepped forward and examined one.
"Is that you?"
Rachel followed her gaze, "Yep, that's me, like a thousand years ago, I used to come here as a kid. Actually, that is where I met my husband, at one of the dances with the boy's camp. Young love, I guess. And here we are fifteen years on and I have gone mad and bought the place! Look at me with those cute little bangs," she added with a laugh, "Oh to be young, sexy and free again."
"What do you mean 'again'? You are still a sexy young thing who is now a powerful businesswoman," said Jess, making sure to catch the woman's eye.
"I know you are just saying that, but thank you, thank you, thank you!" Rachel laughed, "That is genuinely the nicest thing anyone has said to me in years, and it comes from someone who literally met me two minutes ago and must think I'm crazy!"
"We don't use the term crazy, in therapy," said Rachel putting on a serious tone.
"Oh, I didn't mean..." blurted out Rachel.
"The technical term we use is fruit-loop," added Jess with a mischievous grin.
Rachel laughed with relief, "You know, I'm glad that the last therapist dropped out at the last moment. I have a good feeling about you. Come on, I'll give you the grand tour."
*****
The camp was made up of half a dozen dorms for the girls that took up to eight in each. 'Eight hormonal teenage girls locked up together, that was certainly one of the circles of hell,' thought Jess.
"This is the canteen cabin," said Rachel pointing towards a larger stone structure, "There are a few catering staff there, they have their own residential cabin at the back. They kinda just keep themselves to themselves. Oh, and over here is the shower block."
Inside, against one wall were dark wooden partitions about shoulder height for a little privacy for showering, while on the other side were some toilet stalls as well as washbasins.
"Sure it is a little basic, but this is all about stripping away all materialism and technology and teaching these girls life is about people," said Rachel.
"And I do love that sentiment, but please tell me that we don't have to use those showers!"
"Oh fuck no!" laughed Rachel, "We all have our own cabins with en-suites."
"Thank God!"
"Let me show you yours."
Rachel led Jess across the concourse to a row of small log cabins that backed onto the slope that led further up the mountain and into the dense forest. Each cabin was elevated on stilts with a few wooden steps leading up to a small sheltered veranda and the front door.
"Wow, they are adorable!" gasped Jess.
"Cute, right?" beamed Rachel proudly, "come on."
Rachel went up the steps in front of Jess, who couldn't help but check out the ass that rose up in front of her. Small and shapely despite the baggy cargo pants. 'I hope her husband knows how lucky he is to have an ass like that to go to bed to each night,' thought Jess.
Rachel opened the door, "Ta-dah!" she said and gestured inside. A double bed dominated the small room. It was far too big for the small cabin but made the place look so cozy. Thick woven wall hangings depicting animals and nature scenes covered each wall, adding to the warmth of the tiny bedroom.
"See, there is a little en-suite just through that door, may not be much but at least you will have some privacy. And believe me, after ten hours being surrounded by eighteen and nineteen year olds you are going to want some 'me' time."
"I bet! It is wonderful!"
"Really?"
"Absolutely!"
