An hour after she arrived at Camp Wampanook, Cleo was half a mile into the woods with Jack and he already had two fingers inside of her. This was a camp tradition for them that started three years prior. They would meet behind the arbor and follow the Squaw footpath to the clearing by Piney River Creek (a name that confused and delighted everyone). There, Cleo would turn away from Jack and strip off whatever sort of tight shorts she was wearing (this year, then were cut off jeans). Jack would slip off her panties and place a kiss on one of her ass cheeks. She would steady herself against a tree pressing her ass into him. He would stand and slip a hand around her, down between her legs, and stroke her clit until she came.
Then they would switch positions. Jack would lower his jeans and Cleo would push his boxers down to his knees. While her head was low, she would kiss the head of his cock in whatever state it was at this point (this year, it was fully rigid). She would press herself to his side, one arm around his back, her hand clutching his jacket. The other hand would be in front of him, his hard cock in her hand. She never rushed. She would stroke him slowly as if she had all week to do it and she loved every second of it.