The sound of children running and screaming around the open field that I was standing in was not helping my already terrible mood. I could feel the back of my neck being blistered by the mid-day sun, mosquitos nipping at my arms, my shirt was sticking to my back, just an awful way to spend the afternoon. It was only day two of this week-long excursion I subjected myself to, and I was already regretting my decision. Though, to my defense, I did try my hardest to get out of this. After all, what middle-aged man wants to spend a week of his summer "volunteering" at a bible camp with his wife? Not like I would be rewarded for my efforts anyways, I think the last time I got any sort of physical or emotional satisfaction from her was before we were married. That's another thing that had been pestering me since we got here; We didn't go to bed together, apparently I didn't put enough effort into taking her out, she didn't appreciate the work and labor I had to do for the house she wanted, it was never enough for her. She was never happy with what I did for her. But if I didn't want to spend a week at a church camp with her, my God I didn't love her enough to sacrifice my spare time to be with her. I wasn't antisocial, really, I was just very selective about who I shared my time with. And I sure as hell did not want to be in the woods, on a lake, with the same people I dreaded seeing every Sunday morning.
The yelling of someone to call the children in to wash their grubby hands for dinner brought me back to the series of unfortunate events in front of me. I took my time walking back to the cabin area, avoiding all human contact for as long as possible. My wife came up to me, which only made me want to get out of this place more, asking how things were going. I gave her a generic response and kept walking towards the dining hall. I was thirsty, hungry, tried, and needed a shower.
At dinner, I elected to sit by myself in the back corner where it was cool and dimmed. The children all filed in, sitting at their tables and waiting to get food until blessings were said. The camp was fairly large, with multiple churches from the area attending. There was a lot of people I had never seen before, and didn't plan on seeing again. My wife urged me to sit at a table that was actually being occupied, but I just brushed her off. It was bad enough I had to be here, let alone going through the mundane social formalities.
"Good evening, everyone, I hope all of you are hungry for the wonderful meal our pastors have prepared for us," A young voice filled the room. I looked up and was caught off guard by the woman who was holding the microphone. She couldn't have been more than twenty, she was wearing little khaki shorts and the green shirt all of the staff wore. I couldn't really get a good look at her from where I was seated, so I went back to playing with the keys I had been given for the camp shuttle bus.
After dinner there was a fire by the lake, where the kids sat and listened to the evening lesson that was being given, while becoming sticky with marshmallows. They had quieted down, the sound of loons echoing across the water, the darkened sky was absorbing the heat of the day, I was showered, and my mood was a bit more calm. Like usual, I sat in the back row, minding my own business. I sat there wishing that I was sitting on my porch at home, enjoying a beer and not having to babysit over a hundred kids. But soon enough, they were dismissed to go to bed after prayer. I stayed back, not yet ready to join my wife in the small cabin we got the pleasure of staying in for the next few days.
"Hey, there," A soft voice broke the silence of the night I was enjoying. I opened my eyes and was greeted by the same girl that had done the dinner announcements. The fire was still going, and I was finally able to get a decent look at her. I was shocked. She was a smoke show; she had straight brunette hair that glowed with the embers of the fire. Matching brown eyes of chocolate, and a set of lips that clouded my judgment with sinful ideas.
"Uh, what's up?" I offered out a laugh, part confusion, part flirtatious. It was such a shame she was wearing that cross around her neck, a body like that deserved to be ravished. I looked her up and down. She was still wearing the shorts that hugged her ass firmly and had smooth, tan legs that were paired with dainty feet in a pair of flip flops. Her toes were pedicured, with red nails that were shiny. She sat down beside me, and my nose instantly picked up on the scent of flowers she was giving off. How could she smell so good after being in that heat all day?
"I noticed that you have distanced yourself from the rest of the group the past two days... I just wanted to make sure that you were okay," She put her hand on my arm, which I'm sure was meant to be caring, but only sent a bolt of electricity straight into my pants. What was wrong with me? She was barely legal, I was married. Sure, I hadn't gotten any action from that frigid woman for months, not even a hand job. But was I that desperate enough to act on it with this stranger, at church camp?
"Yeah, I'm fine... Just waiting for the week to be over," I tossed my hand through the air in a flippant manner.
"Are you not enjoying yourself?" She looked at me, but all I could look at were her rose petal lips.
"No, I'm not. My wife drug me here and I haven't had an ounce of fun since arriving," I shrugged my shoulders.
"Well, wanna have some fun?" She looked at me with a curious smile, and I was a bit taken aback. What did she know about fun? She looks like she was raised in a church and only got down on her knees to pray. Her idea of fun was probably knitting a sweater.
I snorted, "Like what? There isn't much here to keep us entertained,"
She stood up and grabbed my hand to pull me up, "What are you talking about? There's a lake, we could go swimming," She laughed and pulled me down to the shore. I know she was innocent, but I couldn't help but let my eyes wander her body while I followed. She was young, smooth, tight skin. Everything my cold wife was lacking.
"Hold on a minute," I stopped us in our tracks. "We don't have swimsuits," I motioned towards both of our bodies. She gave me a perplexed look,
"You mean you don't wear a swimsuit under your clothes?" She kicked off her sandals and pulled her shirt from her waistline. I could feel my face getting heated with excitement. Was she going to be wearing a bikini underneath those clothes? Is she actually a naughty girl? These thoughts flooded my mind as my blood began to rush. She slid her shorts over her hips and down her tantalizing legs, removing her shirt. I was a bit disappointed, she was wearing a one piece. However, it still showed off her beautifully crafted body; the way her legs formed into a generous handful of ass, her chest was perky and begged for my hands to grab at it.
"Is this a good idea?" I asked her as she took my hand again and walked down to the shoreline of the warm lake.
"I don't see why not? It's just swimming, we're not harming anything," She stood in front of me, shorter than I. In fact, she was rather petite all together. Her stature, her nose, her feet. I could easily over power her. I decided to just go along with it. It was nothing more than innocent fun; after all, the likelihood that she would even consider having real fun with me was absurd. I took off my shirt and waded into the water in my shorts, following her as she splashed around and dove under the water a few times. She emerged from the soft ripples, her hair wet, skin glistening with moonlight. She was hard to read, I could interpret her actions either way; flirty or just kind. It was difficult to get a gauge on what she was after. I would gladly accommodate any desires she had, but I wasn't sure if she was so high in the clouds with the other Christians that she would be repulsed by the idea. There was something so intriguing about her. I just watched her body move in the waves, her occasional giggles, and seeing her flash a smile at me every once in a while.
After a while, I made my way over to the dock and hoisted myself up to sit on it. My legs dangled in the water, and I tried to calm myself. I had been sexually frustrated for months, if not years. Anytime I made a move, I was shot down because she wasn't in the mood. Eventually, I just gave up. I couldn't remember the last time I attempted to be intimate with her. Normally, I don't think this young woman would have such an effect on me. But for some reason, my body and mind were in overdrive and I wanted nothing more than to be able to fuck her right on this dock.
She swam over to the dock and hopped on it to sit next to me. Even though she had just been in the water, I could feel the warmth radiating from her glowing skin against me.
"So what are you doing here?" I asked her, giving her a side glance.
"I'm here with my church, obviously. I want to be part of the ministries someday, so I figured this was a good place to get some experience sharing the word of the Lord," She smiled at me.
Oh boy.
She was one of them. I just nodded, not knowing where I should go with the situation.
"How old are you? Are you in college, or something? Do you have a boyfriend waiting for you back home?" I looked at her, watching her body language, or maybe just her body.
She gave a soft chuckle and a nervous exhale, "Um, I'm eighteen. I just graduated high school last month. And no, I don't have a boyfriend. I just don't really have the desire to devote myself to someone who doesn't share the same values as I, and I figured once I was ready, God would send them my way, you know?" She met my gaze, while letting her feet draw circles in the water below us. I had to keep myself from retorting to that. I wanted to tell her that love and relationships were a sham. That no one is going to be "the one for you" no matter how hard you try to make it work. Me and my wife fell out of love long ago, and just don't have the energy to try and find someone new. I wanted to tell her that sex was nothing more than a tool used for manipulation and power, among both men and women; and in my opinion, if God didn't want us fucking for pleasure, he wouldn't have made it feel so good.
