Sarah was the kind of girl that loved to fuck.
I met her at a co-ed youth camp where I worked for the summer. The campers were all adolescence, and my main job was to keep the horny bastards from messing around with each other while they were under our supervision... They would usually come in for a week or two and then they would leave after lunch on Saturday, and a whole new group with fresh hormones would arrive on Sunday afternoon. The young girls would try to expose as much bare flesh as they could, and the young boys would gawk and cat call to them during the day. At night you could always hear the boys jerking off in their cabins, and after "lights out" the girls would talk well into the night about which boys they thought were hot.
During the camp orientation weekend, a few weeks before the camp started, I asked Sarah if she would like to assist me in patrolling the camp grounds after "lights out" for a couple of hours until everybody settled down at night. She seemed delighted to assume the job for the duration of the summer.
I chose Sarah because she was not like the other girls. She was cute and bubbly with an ever present smile. She giggled when she teased you and she was always trying to be part of the crowd.
She wasn't quite accepted by the snotty attractive girls; with their make-up parties and their little giggle groups, but if you wanted someone who was willing to be one of the boys, and help out with a project, Sarah always made herself available.
She was a tiny bit overweight and a little self conscious about it, and while she had a fabulous, happy disposition, she would not be lying around the pool in a bikini, showing off her womanly charms with the other staff snobs on her day off.
Sarah had short raven black hair which she had in large curls. Her face was round with chubby cheeks and the darkest eyes I had ever seen, which sparkled when ever she looked at you. Her cheeks flushed when you teased her and her lips were full and pouty. Her teeth were pearl white and she had this olive skin tone that made her look like she was always lightly tanned. She loved to giggle and joke around and the best part was when she flirted with me and batted her eyes with the long eye lashes. It made me melt inside, and I don't mind admitting that an aching feeling wheeled up in my balls when she was close by.
Her breasts were a bit too large for her small stature, they bounced uncontrollably and her cleavage undulated when she walked. Her tummy was a little chubby and her hips were a little wider then she would have liked. All these parts put together made me want to bury my cock deep inside her.
She tended to wear body hugging spandex suits with a light top over her shoulders and most times she wore track pants in order to be comfortable, but sometimes she wore these little short pleated skirts that fluttered in the breeze as she walked. When she sat down and I was able to catch a glimpse of her, you could always see part of her pleasure triangle between her thighs where the little skirt pulled up on her lap.
One of the first evenings that we were on patrol, we came back to the darkened porch area that served as our look-out, and sat beside each other on the small bench and talked. I asked her how things were, and she said, "The usual...talking about boys....and you?"
I told her, "The same thing as every other night......the sounds of young boys enjoying themselves". I said it was embarrassing, even though I tended to find it exciting.
She giggled and suggested that we should exchange routes next time. I loved the idea and started to flirt with her. She giggled and said that she thought she could see a bulge in my pants. It was there for sure, and I had placed my hand in my lap in order to hide it. We were sitting in the shadows, watching the area between the boy's and girl's cabins.
I glanced down at her and took notice of what she was wearing for the first time. I could smell the faint scent of a perfume wafting around her and I though I was able to catch the scent of her passion. I strained closer to her to see if I could catch her scent. She had abandoned her sweatpants and had one of her very short sport skirts on. I could see her bare legs in the darkness, and she was nervously squeezing her thighs together and seemed to be moving her hand back and forth under there. I could feel the perspiration starting to form on my neck and when I tried to speak, my voice was all shaky. I felt the familiar rumbling in my balls and my cock strained against my underwear, struggling to be free. I was thankful that the time had come to do our next tour.
I suggested that she do the boys side and I would do the girls this time. She giggled again and mischievously said, "Okay"
"Meet you back her in about ten minutes?...We could have some coffee?"
She said she would hurry back.
A few minutes later we approached the porch from opposite directions. I was going to offer to go and make the coffee, but truthfully, I didn't want it. I started to get lost in my lascivious thoughts when she started to giggle again. I was somewhere between imagining myself stroking my long hard shaft, and burying it in between Sarah's soft thighs. She started to tell me about what she had heard on her tour, and then she said,"God I'm horny".
I said, "Really,? ... I think I could help you with that!"
She got up, and said, "I got to go pee."
Shit!.....so close, and now I probably blew it. I sat in the darkness, and rubbed my hardness. Oh, I wished I was alone and could take care of it. It was so uncomfortable, and the more I tried to ignore it the more my cock "turtled" around, seeking release from my shorts.
I was jarred back to the present when Sarah returned and came and stood near me resting her soft boob on my shoulder. She said that she thought that I should help her with her "problem".
