This piece is the start of a series of stories that are autobiographical. I've not listed names or places to protect the identity of the people involved. All of the events you will read are true. I kept a journal at the time, so the accuracy of what is contained in these stories is very good. Some of the dialog is seared in my memory and some of it is recreated based on the events, but is very much in keeping with the way we'd talk. There is probably less conversation in these stories than I should have -- we communicated a lot and would talk during sex -- sometimes to turn each other on, sometimes about dreams, desires and wants. I hope you enjoy the memories as much as I have enjoyed writing about them. - Author
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I had just graduated from college and hadn't been able to find a full time job before graduation. I figured that it would be a good idea to go back and work at the camp where I'd worked many summers before. It would be good, fun, work in a pleasant environment with housing, food, and a bit of money. I also knew that a lot of adults came through the camp and I might have an opportunity to talk to some of them about employment opportunities. The camp was one that was part of a particular uniformed organization that was for boys only at the time and has just recently gone coed. (Well, sort of coed. If you can't figure out what the organization, well...)
When I was hired, I was told that I would be an area director and would need to go away to receive training at camp school. There were some other employees that would be going to the training and would ride up with me. When the appointed day came, I picked them up and we made the long drive there.
Upon arrival, I was assigned to a training patrol in one of the camp sites and given a tent number in that site. At the campsite, I stowed my gear in the tent that was assigned to me and then went over to meet with the rest of the patrol over at a picnic table. That was where I first laid my eyes on G.
The attraction was instant, intense and mutual - we literally couldn't break our gaze from one another, and I could feel my heart beating in my chest. I'd never believed in the whole "love at first sight" clichΓ© before, but it hit me like a ton of bricks. Once we'd both come back to the realization that we weren't the only two people there, we were introduced by the site leader.
G was 5'6 with dark brown hair that was wavy and shoulder length. Her face was positively angelic and she had a fantastic body with firm breasts and curves in all the right places. The uniform she was wearing couldn't even hide her assets. While she wasn't skinny, her body would best be described as 'plush' - or maybe a better choice of words would be 'luscious'. She had been the focus of attention at the picnic table before I arrived and I could see why. We got to chat a bit and get to know a little bit about each other before the rest of the patrol finally arrived and we had to start the rest of the afternoon check-in routine around camp.
The sad part was that because we were in different programs, we only got to spend a short time together in the mornings, at meals and in the evening after training. The environment was not conducive to romance, generally, but we managed to talk and get to know one another and flirted incessantly throughout the week with some pretty ribald innuendo - particularly considering where we were.
As a patrol, you sit together as a group for meals at a table in the dining hall. On the Tuesday morning, I got a good insight into G. She's an unfiltered individual with a creative an dirty mind - I just didn't know how far that went until breakfast that day. Bananas were served with the meal that day. G got my attention across the table and held my eye contact while peeling and eating a banana in the most suggestive and downright erotic manner possible. She never broke eye contact with me. The look she was giving me just smoldered as she ate the banana. At the end of the meal, everyone got up to clear the table and head to their program areas. I stayed in my seat and pulled some training materials out of my backpack to read. G asked if I would walk her to her program area on my way to mine. I had to decline as my erection from the banana incident would have been painfully obvious. Her laugh was both throaty and musical as she walked away, bemused by my predicament.
We would walk together to and from meals when possible and got to spend the evenings together around a campfire in our patrol site in the evening before bed. Because of where we were, we had to be pretty careful. The rules were pretty strict about all sorts of things including fraternization, drugs, alcohol and behavior in general. A lot of our flirting and innuendo was over the line, but we didn't get called on it. We had a reality check on the Wednesday night when a group of over-21 adults signed out of camp for the evening after program and headed to a local bar for a beer (out of uniform) and upon returning, they were told they had to leave without completing their training.
Thursday morning after breakfast I was walking her to her program area. She was training to be in aquatics and usually had on flip-flops, some shorts and a sweatshirt over her red "guard" swimsuit. Because we deliberately walked slowly, we arrived after most of her group. Her instructors yelled from the docks that she needed to get in the water and get warmed up for the morning's training session. She handed me her bag and stripped her sweatshirt over her head shaking out her hair as her nipples hardened in the cool morning air dropping the sweatshirt on the bag. She then bent over slowly, bending very low while pushing the shorts down her legs and giving me quite the show from behind as the crotch of her suit narrowed dangerously with the move before standing and taking her bag back from me. I'm entirely certain my eyes were much larger than they were before and that my mouth was hanging open. She smiled at me and wiggled a wave with just her fingers before skipping off and diving off the dock, her body stretched out showing every curve.
On the Thursday evening, we were both disappointed as we couldn't spend time together in camp - we both had tests to study for that would happen on the Friday morning and would be crucial to our completion of our respective programs. I don't know where G went to study that night, but I was in my program area in a lit building studying until about 10 o'clock. I returned to camp, and disappointed at not finding G around the fire, I went to bed. A short while later, there was a knock on my tent pole. I got out of my bunk and opened the tent flap. G was standing there. "I missed you tonight. Can I have a hug to make up for it?" We hugged - our first real physical contact - with the restrictions around camp, it was a real risk. We simply melted into one another and stood with our arms around the other saying nothing. Her body was soft and warm against mine and I could feel her breathing in my ear. It was sweet and gentle with the promise of more, but we had to break our contact. She reached for my hand as we separated and she moved toward her tent, keeping the touch as long as she could reach.