During the four years I was going to Cornell University, I worked every summer as a camp counselor at a very expensive camp in the Adirondacks in New York state. It was an enjoyable job, since it was working in the beautiful outdoors, the job was reasonably well-paid, with room and board included, and most of the kids, ages 15-18, were pleasant enough to handle. A lot of them came from wealthy families living in places like "The Hamptons", so many of them tended to be a little snobbish, but otherwise they were okay.
I have already recounted here in the story "Cherry Picking at Summer Camp" one of my enjoyably erotic experiences at this camp with two of the 18-year-olds who were there, but here is another one of my experiences there when I was 24 and this time with a fellow counselor, who was 21.
Jessica, or "Jessy" as she liked to be called, also came from a wealthy family and was a sophomore at Sarah Lawrence. She had chestnut-brown hair that hung down below her shoulders. She was small and slight, weighing only about 105 pounds, and she had a lovely face with an engaging and mischievous smile.
But her most noticeable point, or I should say "points", was her chest. Because of her small size and weight, her breasts naturally were small as well. But they also appeared to have hard poky nipples. Most of the time she did not wear a bra under the thin gray T-shirts that she usually wore, but because of her "points" she attracted attention from the other male counselors. Naturally, she acted like she was unaware of their attention.
Some of the counselors dated each other during their off-time, but it was pretty apparent that Jessy was not interested in dating anyone since she said she had a serious boyfriend at a college near Sarah Lawrence. But the boyfriend apparently was traveling around Europe during the summer without her.
Camp was nearly over for the summer, but the counselors were expected to spend three days there after all the campers left. The first day was for a large joint cleanup. The second day was free to do anything you wanted, and the third day was for final paychecks, a farewell speech, and recruitment for next summer—since most of the counselors returned every year.
I was sitting alone at a table in the commissary, having dinner and reading a book that first night of the three when Jessy, carrying her dinner platter, sat opposite me. She was also carrying a People magazine. "Can I sit here?" she asked.
"Of course." I put the book down as she sat.
"What are you doing tomorrow?" she asked.
"Not much of anything. Reading a book I guess.
"How would you like to play Treasure Hunt with me?"
"That sounds like fun. How does it work?"
"It's sort of like that story 'The Greatest Game.' You give me a half hour head start, then you try to track me down. I leave clues along the way. But we're surrounded by a big forest here, so there are a lot of places to hide. You would have two hours to find me."
"What happens then—if I do find you?"
"You get the treasure."
"Which is what?"
"You'll find out if you get it."
"And what if I can't find you?"
"Then you lose. And you...." She thought about it. "You have to pay me five dollars."
I laughed. "It sounds like fun. I'm up for it. I don't have anything else to do. Who else is playing?"
"Just you and me."
Now it was really beginning to sound like fun. I wondered what the treasure would be.
"What time do we start?"
"Nine o'clock. I'll meet you at the rec center right after breakfast."
"I'll be there."
"Good. And it will probably be around noon by the time we finish the game, so why don't you bring some sandwiches in a knapsack, and I'll bring the drink."
"Sounds good."
There was a very nice pizza and sandwich shop a short distance from the camp, so the next morning I picked up a pair of Italian subs and some potato chips and put them in my knapsack.
Jessy showed up at the rec center right on the dot of nine. She was wearing a plaid shirt, a pair of short denim cutoffs and white running shoes. She also had a black knapsack on her back, so I assumed she had picked up the drink, whatever it was. And she was carrying a rolled up magazine.
"Good to see you have the knapsack," she said. "Most of the clues I leave, you can discard after you find them. But if it looks like something that I might want back, just put it in your knapsack."
"Okay."
"Give me a half hour head start."
"Okay."
She turned and headed down the trail at the edge of the camp. I knew that the trail ended at Long Lake, where we often went for swimming instruction. God, she's cute, I thought to myself. Pretty face, lovely smile, and a beautiful figure. But I assumed that all I could do was look. Little did I know.
I waited a half hour, reading my book. Then, promptly a 9:30, I headed down the trail after her.
I found the first clue at about a 100 yards. It was a page from the People magazine, speared on a tree branch.
The next ten clues were the same thing: pages from the magazine. But after that, the clues started to get more interesting. I found her plaid shirt draped over a branch. I assumed this was the kind of thing she wanted me to bring along, so I stuffed it in my knapsack. A little further on, I found her denim shorts laid across the top of a small bush. Now it really was getting interesting. I put them in my knapsack.
Long Lake, which would be at the end of the trail, was a lovely forest lake surrounded by expensive summer residences. Assuming that some of the people would still be there even though it was early September, I was a little surprised to find the next clue: a pair of white bikini panties, also hanging from a branch. I took them off the branch, sniffed them (naturally), and put them in the knapsack. I began to wonder what the devil she was left wearing?
The trail finally ended at a dirt road, across which was a log cabin summerhouse on the edge of Long Lake. I crossed the road and saw that the house appeared to be closed up for the season. On the front steps was one of Jessy's white running shoes. I assumed the other one would be on the back steps, and when I walked around the house, I found that I was right. I put them both in the knapsack.
I looked around, assuming that other than the knapsack she must have run out of clues by this time. In the back of the house was a dock leading out into the water. About a hundred feet out from the dock was a small float, apparently for swimmers. Lying face down on the float beside her black knapsack but resting her face on her elbows was Jessy. And she was completely naked. Beside her were two bottles of what appeared to be wine.
"You found me!" she cried.
"Yes!" I started to walk out on the dock, and then I saw them: two pieces of a green velour bathing suit, which looked like they had not been worn.
"What time is it?!" she cried.
I looked at my watch. "Ten-Thirty!"
"Then you won!"
"What did I win?"
"Come on out here and find out! The water's fine!"
"I don't have a bathing suit!"
"Neither do I! You can wear mine if you want! It's right there!"
Yeah, that sounded like a great idea. Me in a girl's bathing suit. I took the two pieces of her bathing suit off the posts and stuffed them into the knapsack. Then I took off my clothes and laid them on the dock.
