I used to volunteer at a camp during the summers for about three weeks since I was 15.
While there I saw a handsome looking man (I won’t describe him in case it ever gets back to someone). For the sake of the story I’ll just call him Tim. He was one of many organisers who also had their child attend.
I was assigned to one of the groups Tim was in charge of and would help with set up, games, food distribution and entertainment.
This meant I got to spend a lot time with Tim and being in charge made me feel like I was one of the adults. I had to remind myself that I wasn’t one of them (the adult organisers had some wine after a day of camp once and I almost poured myself some lol).
I really enjoyed the whole thing and spending time with Tim who I felt like was a friend. I was also in charge of running their Instagram at the time and tagged myself in a post.
I was bored one day when the camp had ended and was going through all the pictures and it hit me to look and see if Tim followed the page.
Sure enough I found him on Instagram. I was too nervous to add him but there was a picture of the two of us in a set of pics he had with the other organisers. So I liked it. A few minutes later he followed my page. I followed him back.
I’d check his page casually. I hardly ever thought about it. Then when I was sixteen and volunteering again, I got put in the same group as Tim (there were so many positions and volunteers so this was a happy coincidence).
This time I Tim as and I had nicknames, inside jokes and would always have something to laugh about. By this time I had developed a natural flirty and funny kind of personality (I got a lot more confident after slimming down that year) so it didn’t seem out of place. But I was also starting to get interested in Tim and I think he could tell I had a little crush.
When camp was done for year, there was a party/bbq for the volunteers and organisers along with their families. It was at a nearby large house of one the rich organisers of the foundation that set up the camp.
It also happened to be a day before my 17th so I got special treatment and gifts from some of the organisers.
That day in the pool some of us were throwing some balls around for fun. Tim and I were racing for one and tustled a little in the water. I reached for the ball but accidentally got a hard grab of his dick through his swimming togs.
I froze up and so did he. For some reason I didn’t let go of him and for some reason I just smiled and said give it back or else while squeezing tighter. He went totally red then just burst out laughing and threw the ball away while swimming after it. I think he got a little embarrassed or probably didn’t want anyone to see.
Now I got embarrassed by the whole thing and didn’t think I could face him again. Until after getting changed he walked by me and said “Well Grips” all cheekily.
This became an inside joke for the rest of the party.
During the year I’d send him memes on Instagram every now and then. He would send some as well.
The day before camp I sent Tim a picture of me grabbing a mannequin in swimming togs saying Grips.
Tim replied back something like “I bet you were wondering what it was like underneath”.
He quickly deleted it but not before I replied “I’ve dreamt about it…”
He text back laughing and I said “Can my dream come true?”
I got a call from him straightaway and he said he doesn’t mind the jokes but hopes I wasn’t serious. I told him I was and that I’d delete the picture. Tim told me this was a bad idea and he didn’t think of me that way. I told him jokingly that I remember how hard he got. Tim kind of went quiet and laughed before saying “Reflexes”.
I told him that he didn’t get me a present last year and that for my 18th I wanted to see it.
Tim jokingly said he wasn’t going to risk having his cock online. So I told him I’d settle with seeing it with my own eyes. He just laughed a bit more, made a joke then hung up.
The next day I got assigned to Tim’s group again. I started to think that this was on purpose.
Tim was a lot more careful flirting back at first but then it got full on again.
For the entire three weeks that’s how it was like. I was careful not to ask about seeing his dick until at least after my birthday. That year the camp started a little later so when the annual party was on I was 18.
This year Tim’s wife wasn’t there so I spent a lot more time with him. There was a jacuzzi in the house (it was really posh) and a few of us were hanging by it having a drink.
People started to leave till it was just me and Tim. The jacuzzi was a bit secluded and you could see anyone coming. So I jokingly told Tim that now would be a good time to give me my birthday gift. He got all nervous but I said only a quick peek. Tim slid his swimming togs down and said unfortunately there isn’t a good view with all the bubbles. I got really daring and reached out for his cock. Tim froze up, this time I didn’t. I told him this would help me visualise it. I asked Tim if he wanted me to finish him off. I squeezed a little tighter and he just moaned yes.
I started massaging the tip of his cock with my fingers before sliding my hand up and down his long shaft. I took it slow, squeezing gently. I wanted to savour the moment.
I got in closer and nibbled his ear while wanking him off. I didn’t want to leave a mark. I pulled him in and kissed him, keeping it brief incase anyone walked around. Tim said he was about to come so I dove down and gobbled up his dick, pumping and licking it. He came almost immediately.
He was completely beside himself smiling and joked that he was supposed to be giving me a gift not the other way around.
I told him I was free that night if he wanted to properly give me a gift but Tim got nervous again then said he couldn’t go too far because he was married. For some reason I decided to grab his dick again and kept at it till he was here again.
I kept him turned on till I knew he was close to cumming then I stopped straightaway and got out.
Tim looked all shocked. “Not gonna finish me off?”
I told him “I will when you’re ready to give me the full gift” all cheekily.
Tim groaned a little then laughed and finished himself off.
He did eventually come back for more, but that’s another story.
What’s really funny was when I went to get changed a friend of the owner of the house said he caught some of the “show”. I freaked out but he said he enjoyed it and would be willing to pay me if I wanted to “have a show” with him.
He ended up being my first sugar daddy and was how I got into escorting for a while.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/kwr3pc/the_time_i_f_19_wanked_off_a_married_man
No offense but Tim seems like a creep with authority over you who groomed and took advantage of an underage girl