Sam said goodbye to Jake the next morning as he left with Emma, off together to spend two weeks with a bunch of 10- and 11-year old kids. She smirked to herself as she got ready for work, wondering how much time and energy they would have for 'extra-curricular' activities. It had been over 20 years since she'd been a camp counsellor but she remembered vividly how tiring it was. Still, there had been a few days she'd been able to get away for some private time, so maybe Jake could too.
The rest of the day went well, work kept her occupied. The thought that Jake had left her for two weeks only crossed her mind a couple times, but once she got home it was a different story. The house felt so empty as Bill wasn't home yet, and for all she knew may not even come home tonight. His schedule seemed to fluctuate a lot.
Sam sat down in the living room, contemplating the next 14 days by herself. One could see it as torture, a sentence to be waited out, each day agony as the time slowly ticked by. Or it could be an opportunity. Time and space to relax, indulge in any desires or whims that came her way. Contact some friends and get out, spread her wings and just luxuriate in the freedom of having exactly zero responsibilities outside of work.
It was this thought that appealed the most. Theoretically she could be pregnant right now, with her son's baby. If that was her future, in nine months she would suddenly have a lot of responsibility again, and these next two weeks would be a distant dream. She bounced up off the couch and went to get her bathing suit. Some time around the pool would be a great start to her two weeks of 'Sam' time.
***
Jake ducked, but wasn't fast enough, and got a ball in the side of the head.
"You're out!" screamed the kid.
Jake trudged to the sidelines, cursing the kid's aim. He'd been beaned three times already and it was only day 4 of his time at camp. He still didn't know the brat's name, but he knew his face. It was permanently etched in his memory with a gloating, smug expression. Dodgeball seemed to be the only sport these kids liked, they played it several times a day, if they weren't eating, swimming or canoeing.
Jake cursed the day he'd accepted Emma's invitation to be a counsellor. For one thing, he rarely saw her, she had her own group of campers she spent day and night with. For another, he was exhausted each night and fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. If this kept up for the entire camp he'd be begging to go home at the end.
The actual activities of the kids weren't super tiring, it was that he hadn't gotten a full night's sleep yet. One or another of his campers kept waking him up throughout the night for different reasons. He groaned as he realized that this was what being a parent would be like.
As he stood watching the remainder of the dodgeball game, he saw Emma across the field. She was watching her campers in their own game, though it wasn't dodgeball. Red Rover, maybe?
He watched her butt as she walked around in her tight shorts. They were long enough to be modest, but almost tailored to her, as they didn't leave much to the imagination. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, the light brown queue trailing down her back. She had on a tight white t-shirt that showed her white bra keeping her tits covered. Jake realized that despite the theatre and the pool, he hadn't seen her naked. She turned and caught him staring, so she waved. He waved back. He had to be careful with thoughts of her naked.
His lack of privacy in the cabins at night meant he couldn't relieve himself. It had been 4 days since his day with his mom, and he was feeling a bit backed up already. He was starting to pop boners at awkward times, so staring at Emma's ass was a sure way to create another popup tent in his shorts. Thankfully he hadn't been caught yet, but was mortified at the thought it could happen.
Turning his attention back to the game, Jake saw that the smug kid had won, again, and so he blew his whistle to get his campers' attention.
"Alright time's UP!" he bellowed. "Time for lunch, head in and get washed up!!"
The campers slowly made their way to the meal hall for probably more grilled cheese and milk. As Jake walked behind them, herding them like cats, he felt a hand on his shoulder. He hadn't been touched by anything except a dodgeball since he got there, so he was startled and turned. Emma was there, a foot away, a big smile on her face. A few wisps of hair had escaped her ponytail and floated around her face. Close up like this he realized that her t-shirt displayed her breasts quite well. How had he never noticed?
"Hey there," she said.
Jake smiled back, happy to be able to talk to her instead of perving on her from afar. "Hey back," he said. "Long time, no talk." He tried to keep the accusation out of his voice.
She grimaced in sympathy. Clearly, he had been unsuccessful. "Yeah, I know. This is what the first week is like. By the weekend the campers will have settled down a bunch. We should be able to talk again then."
"You know, when you pitched being a counsellor to me, it felt like there was an implication of more one on one time..." he said. He raised an eyebrow and gave her a leer to show he was teasing.
"You got that impression?" she said, innocently. "I don't know what you mean. This is a wholesome camp." She brushed by him, murmuring, "Meet me at the boathouse at 11 tonight."
He cursed as she walked away, his cock swelling to make a tent in his shorts that would definitely be noticed. He stood there in the field and watched her go, her hips swaying, thankful that his campers were already in the meal hall.
Later that night he thanked his lucky stars that all 10 campers seemed to be in a deep sleep. He threw on a t-shirt and boxers and crept out of the cabin to make his way to the boathouse. The night was clear and the moon and stars made enough light to easily see where he was going.
The boathouse was a long building that housed the camp's canoes. The door was always open during camp, and now the entry was a yawning black portal that promised privacy. Inside, Jake stopped and looked around as best he could. There was very little light. He got out his phone and turned on the flash and shone it around.
"Emma!" he whispered.
"Shhh..." came the reply. "Back here."
He followed the sound of her voice and found her down one row of hanging canoes, next to a rack of life vests. She was dressed in a full-length red flannel robe, hair hanging loose, pretty face lit up with a broad smile. She was truly gorgeous, and Jake's heart skipped a beat at the sight.
"You said this was a wholesome camp, so why did you want to meet up?" he teased.
