My personal record for shortest time before meeting a guy and fucking him [FM]

“You meet the new guy yet?” Sarah’s grinning at me, her chin resting on the back of her hand, draped over the staff lounge couch.

“Course she hasn’t,” Sofia says, “We’d’ve heard about it, she had.” Already a camp administrator at only 24 years old, she’s what passes for ‘responsible’ around here. As evidence, she’s typing up some email or something at the desk.

“Why?” I narrow my gaze, set my day bag down. “What’s that mean?”

“Nothing.” “He’s a stud.” They speak at the same time.

“A stud,” I repeat.

“Yeah,” Sarah’s grin spreads, “Your type.”

Sofia turns away from the laptop, gives Sarah a look. “Tara doesn’t have a type. She hooks up with everybody.”

I refill my water bottle at the sink. “So what? Last I checked, we ain’t running a monastery.”

Sofia mocks reprimand. Technically, she’s my boss, so she’s allowed. “Are you implying, Tara, that the primarily college-aged staff of the Jack Peterson Spiritual Retreat Center perpetuate a free-wheeling culture of debauchery and casual sex?”

I sneer. “If I wanted to spend all summer chaste, letting my puss shrivel up and wither away, I’d have gotten a job over at Holy River.” That’s the Christian camp the next valley over.

Sofia scoffs. “I don’t think you’d pass the background check, Tara.” Then she adds, muttering, “I don’t think any of us would, Lord have mercy on our souls.”

“I heard they get up to some wild stuff there,” Sarah says. She’s young, naive. “Like, orgies and the like.”

“Yeah, right.” I roll my eyes. “So… what’s the deal with this new guy?”

“Deal?” Sofia’s attention has returned to her email. “What deal? He’s hot, that’s all.”

“He’s a little baby,” Sarah’s grin returns, “His mom dropped him off. And he’s got this cute little baby face on top of this, like, totally ripped body.”

I frown. “How old is he?”

Sofia shrugs. “Gotta be at least eighteen. Carolyn doesn’t make exceptions. Insurance reasons.” Carolyn’s the camp director, she turns a blind eye to any staff nonsense, so long as it doesn’t disrupt camp operation.

“Huh,” I consider, “Well, it would be rude of me to not introduce myself. Staff cabins?”

Sofia nods. “Yep. Probably still unpacking. Name’s Brad, or Bradley, or Bentley, or something like that.”

“Bentley? Really?”

“I dunno,” she shrugs.

“Whatever.” I pause at the door. “Later, bitches.”

“Bye, Tara.” “Bye, Felicia.”

I trudge up the hill to the staff cabin area, a dusty slope that we’ve all learned to hate, especially at night. But it’s not night, it’s mid-day, and I’ve got a few hours until my next duty. I summit, and make it to the small cluster of buildings. Cabin I share’s third in, but they’re all quiet now, deserted. Like they usually are during the day.

“Brad?” I call out.

Nothing.

“Huh,” I say to nobody, walking one final sweep. I turn to start the trudge back down the hill, and then I hear it. Running water from the bathroom building.

These cabins were built cheap. Only one building in this area has plumbing: the staff bathroom. All hygiene takes place there, in the sturdy, brick facility set back away from the cabins. And it sounds like someone’s there now, taking a shower mid-day. How odd.

An idea springs to my mind, fully formed. It’s horrible, but…

A few minutes later, I’m in the bathroom building’s shower area. There’s one stall occupied, hot water running, steam billowing out.

I call out, “Brad?”

No response.

I furrow my brow. “Hey, new guy!”

“Huh?” A guy’s voice. He sounds nervous.

“Are you called Brad?”

“I’m Brent.”

I roll my eyes. “Ok, Brent. Well, you’re new here, so maybe you didn’t know this, but you’ve got to reserve the showers in advance. Limited water supply, you know.” This is entirely untrue.

“Oh my gosh!” He scrambles. “I’ll finish up fast. I’m almost done.”

“Not good enough, Brent,” I say, “You’re eating into my ration. I need you to turn the water off. Now.” I really sell the lie.

Bless him, he shuts the shower off immediately.

“That’s better,” I say.

A hand reaches out from behind the curtain, grasping for a towel. The towel’s not there. It’s not there because I took it.

“Hey, um…” he says, “Do you see, err, a towel anywhere? I thought I…”

“Blue and white stripes?” I say, “It’s on the bench. Across the room.”

“Thanks.” A moment’s hesitation, I can feel him debating with himself, what to do. Does he ask me for yet another favor, or does he–

And the curtain springs open, and he does this sort of nervous, frantic crab-walk through the middle of the room, his back to me. And damn, the girls weren’t exaggerating. He is built. Full of muscles. Skin pale and white, but toned perfectly. And he does have a cute little baby face under that mop of speckled blond hair.

He’s looking distraught. His towel, of course, isn’t on the bench.

I hold it out. “This what you’re looking for?”

He turns, looks at me for the first time. He gasps, freezes in place, nothing moving except his eyes, growing wider, wider.

That’s because I’m stark naked, holding myself with assured poise. I’m tall, lithe, olive skinned, my tits are perky, and my pussy is waxed clean and looks fucking fantastic. I look good naked, and I know it. I grin at him.

Brent’s spooked, I can tell. His gaze bounces between my face and my amazing figure. Who can blame him?

“I…” he starts, “Whu…”

“On second thought,” I say, tossing his towel away, “You’re not ready for this. You’re still covered in soap, Brent.”

“But I–” he tries to cover his crotch with his hands.

“Too late for modesty, Brent,” I say, “Back in the showers with you.”

“But your ration?”

Aww, he’s sweet. “We’ll share.”

“What?”

I turn my head over my shoulder, look at him. His cheeks are warm with blush. “I’ll rinse you off, Brent,” I say, “Or you could leave, I guess, whatever. Up to you.”

He steals a glance at my ass. I walk away, hear him follow me. I grin.

I grab the nozzle off the hook and get the water going. “Back to me,” I say.

He’s obedient, does what I say. I hose him off while studying him up close. His shoulders, back muscles. He really is a stud. This summer just got more interesting.

“Turn around,” I say.

He does, careful to keep his gaze from dropping below my face.

I shoot him one of my famous smiles, one where I bite my lip and tuck my chin. I spray off his chest and sides.

“Why are you doing this?” he says, voice much more steady than it’s been til now.

“Am I too forward for you?” I spray off his legs.

“You’re about as subtle as a hurricane.”

I giggle. “And just as wet.” I spray his crotch. “Spread your legs, I want to get you good.”

He spreads his legs. “I don’t even know your name.”

“I’m Tara,” I say, grabbing his cock. I yank on his dick, feeling it pulse harder and harder. He’s fast to grow thick and stiff, his circumcised head bulging bright red. “And I’m the welcoming committee.”

“Tara,” he repeats. Then he shoves me back against the cold tile. I gasp. He grabs the shower head from me and kneels down, his face inches from my crotch. He sprays the jets of water up onto my pussy.

I’m caught off guard. “Oh, wow!”

His fingers probe, explore, slide up inside of me. I love it.

“Fuck you’re wet,” he mutters.

“Told you,” I moan.

His fingers spread my pussy lips, and he sprays a stream of water directly onto my clit. I gasp, bring my thighs together, but he pushes them back apart with ease. He wiggles the jet, keeping me tantalized, always unsure of what’s coming next. I yelp and buck, he holds me in place. He’s genuinely getting me off. I whimper, my legs shuddering. I hadn’t expected this, not by a long margin.

And then… “Oh, fuck!” His tongue is out, sliding up my pussy, caressing my clit. I hold his head down, he’s strong enough I doubt he cares. The pleasure is amazing, arresting, I’m losing my control.

Abruptly as he began, he stops and stands. We’re face to face and I’m panting when I feel his dick rub up against my pussy. I definitely hadn’t planned on this, either, but I’m so horny by now I’d do anything. He pins my shoulders to the wall, my feet scrambling to reach the ground. I give up and wrap my legs around him.

He guides himself in, and I hear myself moaning in his ear, begging him, “Yes, yes, yes, yes…” He’s in complete control, his hips slamming into me, his cock skewering me. It feels incredible, to be used this way. My grip fumbles at his shoulders, my fingers dig into his muscles. Steam clouds billow between us, our sweat mixing with the condensation, rubbing into each other. I smell only him, his heat, and it makes me delirious with ecstasy. He grunts as he drives his cock into me, his baby face screwed up with need, teeth gritted, an intense look to his eye. I’ve brought out something feral in him.

He pulls out, drops me to my feet. I just pant, sucking down breath, not yet capable of wondering why he stopped. Then he spins me around, shoves me again into the tile wall. I turn my face to the side at the last moment. As I lie against it, belly first, this time it’s warm. His hands are on my ass, groping me, sliding up between my legs. I spread them.

And then I feel his cock slide back into my sex, the new angle making me shudder all anew. He grabs my hips for leverage, impaling me on his shaft over and over. I’m writhing, spasming, climaxing, but he just keeps going and going, using me for his pleasure.

He’s grunting, growing wild, nearing his end. I’m miles past mine, riding a sea of bliss, the day going far better than I could’ve possibly imagined.

And then it’s over. I turn around, see him stroking his cock. A blast of jizz sprays out, all over my belly. It’s wild, the load, it’s so big. I watch in amazement as he grimaces, continues jacking himself, continues coating me in his sticky mess. It’s everywhere, I stare in slack-jawed astonishment. Finally, he wipes his cock on my navel and steps back to catch his breath.

“That was the most I’ve ever cum,” he mutters.

“That was fucking insane,” I say. I run my fingers through his spunk, play with it as it drips down, mixing with the shower water.

He’s toweling off. “What was your name again?”

I look up, catch his eye, laugh. “You’ll fit in good here,” I say, “Just you wait until you meet the rest of the girls.”

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