Incredibly lustful sex with a close friend as summer camp counselors [MF]

Between the summer of my sophomore and junior years of college, I spent the summer working at a summer camp in California. I had heard many rumors about summer camp counselors sneaking off to have wild and frequent sex, something about the incredibly close environment and strong urges that develop from strenuous work. But I was not expecting Olivia.

Olivia was from Australia and this was her first time in the states. Normally I’m not one for accents, but hers was like honey to my ears. The way she talked was intoxicating. Smooth and interesting. I hung on every word she said. She had a beautiful round face. Dark brown eyes and matching long, healthy hair. Nice lips and cheeks, a face that was as cute as it was sexy. And a personality to match. She was friendly, funny, clever, and confident. She had an incredible aura that drew me in from the start.

Once all the counselors arrived, there was an entire week of lifeguard training before kids showed up. Now, as very novice swimmers, the training was extremely hard for Olivia and me. This wasn’t some basic swim test; it was four to five hours a day of demanding training in the pool and lake. Nothing brings people together like going through hell together, and Olivia and I developed a close bond over that week. We were the two least experienced swimmers, so we paired together for drills, switching roles as lifeguard and victim. This often involved pulling each other around the water, sometimes diving to depth of 12ft and bringing the other up to the surface. We were constantly touching and grabbing each other’s bodies, not so much in a sexy context, but a comfortable one. After each day’s training we would relax in the staff room and lean our sore bodies against each other as we joked and laughed until it was time to fall asleep and start all over. Olivia and I just clicked, and we became very close. But I guess in the back of my mind I knew that in 2 months we would likely never see each other again, so I never let myself develop any romantic feelings for her. But boy did I develop an attraction for her.

Maybe the only redeeming factor of this training week was that we were in swimsuits the whole week. An entire week of seeing Olivia in tight one-pieces and revealing bikinis. Olivia’s body was perfect. Her skin had a natural tan and was soft and vibrant. She was just the slightest amount thicker than the average woman, not overweight, but with smooth, full curves. She was a frequent weightlifter and it showed. Her ass was full and round but tight and fit. Her breasts were plump and large, but still perky and youthful.

She always had a shimmering layer of light sweat, sunscreen, and water. She looked like a model straight out of Baywatch. Her ass fit so perfectly in a swimsuit and her small bikinis worked so hard to contain her breasts. I peeked at her incredible body, just barely covered, at every opportunity I had.

We somehow made it through a week of training, and then the real challenge began: the kids showed up. From the moment we woke up until the moment we fell asleep, we were under relentless stress. The kids pull you in every direction and always require attention. It drains every single drop out of you, physically, mentally, and emotionally. But the work is fulfilling and the relationships you build with other counselors is deeply satisfying. Olivia and I had very little one on one time, but we still made little connections through out the days. A smile across the room, a brief chat in the food line, a high five in passing. Each night all the counselors sat around the fire for an hour as the kids fell asleep. Underneath the stars was the only time Olivia and I had together. Often too tired to talk, we just enjoyed each other’s presence.

Now if you’ve never worked at a summer camp it may be hard to understand just how close a counseling staff grows together. Once a week all the counselors would get together after the kids went to sleep and do some outrageous game or activity to destress and goof around with people your own age. On the second or third week, the game was fishbowl. Everyone writes down questions on two pieces of paper, one clean question and one dirty question. When you get this close to a group of people there are no limits, and the questions got very dirty. Each person takes a paper from the clean bowl and dirty bowl and then has to answer both questions. So we went around the circle having a fun time full of laughter, each person a bit embarrassed to answer the dirty question, but all in good fun.

Then the dirty bowl got to Olivia. Immediately her face went red as she glanced at the paper. “Who here do you want to fuck the most?” Olivia fumbled around trying to get out of answering the question, but there was no chickening out in fishbowl, and everyone calls you out if they sense a lie. Olivia sighed and paused for a moment, then quietly said my name. My face went red as the whole room erupted with cheers, laughing, and hollering.

Up until this point in my life, I had only ever had sex inside of a committed relationship. To my naive mind, the idea of maybe having sex with Olivia never crossed my mind. But as soon as Olivia said my name, my mind was rushed with thoughts of laying with her. Olivia and I didn’t talk that night or the rest of that week. It was awkward between us, and all I could think about was her. I fantasized about her all day and snuck off a couple times to masturbate while thinking of her. My world was flipped upside down and I didn’t know how to talk to her anymore, I was like a shy schoolboy that couldn’t say a word to a pretty girl.

The kids left each Saturday afternoon and a new group of kids showed up each Sunday at noon. So Saturday night was our only time off. Of course, as young twenty-year olds, this time was always used for drinking and an end of the week party.

Saturday evening rolled around, and Olivia and I had only said a few words to each other in the last few days. Each of us had a few drinks at the party, nothing enough to get wasted, but enough to shut off the filter part of our brains. I was finally able to walk over to her and talk without being awkward. We talked about how our weeks went and made some jokes. It very quickly felt like we had clicked again, it was like talking to an old friend again, except with a bit of an elephant in the room. There was no way I would normally have the confidence to say this, but my filter was gone, and I let it fly. “Did you mean what you said during fishbowl?” I asked.

“Yes, I did,” she said. At this point the thinking side of my brain shut off and the side that controls instincts and desire kicked in.

“If I drew that question, I would have answered you,” I said without thinking. Her eyes changed in a small and indescribable way, but I knew what it meant.

There were a few cabins down by the lake front that were normally used by company visitors, which we never had any of, and it was known that those cabins were where counselors often went to have sex. I asked Olivia if she wanted to walk down there, and she nodded with a smile.

We stumbled our way across camp, just the moon illuminating our path. First at a walk, but then as a run, we laughed and giggled as we drunkenly made our way towards the cabins. There was a steep hill just before the cabins, and we were not in the condition to run down them. We both stumbled and fell down without much effort to stay on our feet. We rolled a short distance, landing next to each other. We laid there a moment as we both giggled. I looked at Olivia, the moon illuminating the subtle curves of her face and highlighting her pure smile. Then the laughing stopped, and Olivia rolled towards me. Her expression changed from one of youthful drunken bliss to one of deep lust. Our eyes met and we gazed into each other’s darkly lit faces with intense desire. The quite chirping of the crickets and frogs faded away and time froze; we were fully present in that moment.

Olivia sat up, swung one leg in between mine, and leaned over me. She lowered her gentle head and placed her soft lips on mine. We explored each other lips with soft movement and teases with our tongues. I placed a hand on the side of face, and she bit my lower lip. Blood rushed to my penis and my crotch bulged into her thigh. She slipped a hand under my belt and gave a tug. She let out a soft grunt and then bounced up to her feet and pulled me up. She took my hand and led me into the cabin. I couldn’t wrap my mind about what was going to happen.

We opened the door and laughed at the sight. The cabin was completely empty aside from a dozen bunk beds. But that wouldn’t stop two young, drunk, and deeply lustful people. I pulled her shirt over her head at the door. Her cleavage was a sight I had seen many times now, but this time the context put me over the edge. Primal urges kicked in and controlled every movement I made.

We made out with sloppy kisses and wet tongues as we threw each other’s clothes off. She let out several soft moans, and I could see the lust in her face. My penis bulged against my boxers, as if trying to break out. Olivia placed a hand on my crotch, with her palms cupping my testicles and applying the slightest amount of pressure. I reached behind her to take off her bra as she rubbed my cock. The bra fell to the ground and I let out a moan. Her breasts were perky and full, and her nipples were hard, asking to be squeezed. I kissed her neck and collar bone as both of my hands cupped her breasts. Her skin was smooth and warm, but I could feel soft goosebumps and raised hairs.

She pushed me off and dropped to her knees as her hands slipped under my waistband. She slowly dropped my boxers to the ground and my cock sprung out in front of her face. She had a devilish smile as she moved her lips an inch from the head of my pulsing cock. She stuck out her tongue and teased my cock with a few quick licks. Then her lips wrapped around the head of my dick. Complete euphoria swept through my body as her warm lips began to slide down the length of my cock. I could feel the soft ridges of her lips and the smooth friction of her tongue as she worked up and down my shaft. I was moaning and letting out deep breaths, the noises driving me wild, the little squeaks and smacks of her lips meeting my most sensitive skin. My legs were shaking, and I didn’t notice my fingers tightly gripping her head as I guided her mouth back and forth.

Olivia slid her lips off my cock and smiled. “I want you inside me,” she said softly and sincerely with the sexiest accent. I stood her up and slid her panties off. A small patch of trimmed hair perfectly framed her dripping pussy. Her smell filled the room, a soft, smoky, flowery, and rich smell. It put me in a deep lustful craze, like a shark smelling blood.

I turned her around and placed my hands on her hips. My hips pressed into hers and my penis pushed against her perfect ass. She reached up and placed her hands on the top of a bunk bed as I pressed into her. I used one hand to guide the head of my cock to the lips of her pussy. I inserted the head into her and she let out a long moan and her legs shook. Just my head pushed into her before I slid back out and repeated the motions.

As I went in for the third time, she thrust her hips back, taking the length of my cock in her as my hips clapped against her ass. She was warm and a perfect balance between tight and loose. Her walls felt perfect and I could feel her insides better than any girl I’d been with before. The subtle ridges and pulsing stimulated my cock in an incredible way. She moved her hips back and forth as I held her hips with one arm and a breast with the other. Her neck rolled back as she kept pushing me my entire length inside of her. I matched her hip movement with my own and each thrust felt better than the last. She was wetter with each thrust and my cock slid in and out of her pussy smoother and faster each stroke. I could feel myself getting close and I placed both hands on her hips to get better leverage as I pounded her perfect ass. Her moaning was getting louder. Her breathing was heavy and uncontrolled. With each thrust my hips clapped against her ass, the noise drove me wild.

After a strong thrust Olivia slid off my cock and onto the bottom bunk bed. She rolled over and spread her legs off the edge of the bed. Again, I entered her. This time I could see her face reacting each time the full length of my cock entered her, and I watched her breasts as they bounced up and down. Her moaning reached a climax as her muscles contracted. Her pussy tightly gripped my cock and her fingers dug deep into my forearms. Never in my life had I so madly desired cumming all over a woman. “Cum on me baby,” she struggled to say under her heavy breathing.

I picked up my pace, my cock gliding in and out of her wet and throbbing pussy. I felt my legs giving out underneath me as I felt her insides at peak sensitivity. It was the type of finish that continues to escalate in pleasure, building up and continually surpassing what you thought the peak would be. The feeling went away for a moment, only to arrive with a forceful and intense finish. I pulled my cock out of her and she slid down the bed so that my cock was just over her tits. I launched ropes of cum onto Olivia’s breasts. The orgasm lasted seemingly forever, and each pulse of my cock sent more cum flying onto Olivia’s tits.

We laid on that bed for a long time as we gently rode the high down.

That was the first of many times that Olivia and I snuck off to have sex. We always had to get creative about when and where to do it, so I have many fun stories of sex under the stars or in the dining hall at night. Maybe if there is interest, I could share more, or maybe about the very last night at camp when we had a final party and I hooked up with the head counselor. But there was something so magical and thrilling about the first time with Olivia, it feels a bit like a dream.

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