Summer Camp

It was summer and Barbara was a counselor at a wilderness summer camp sponsored by the church.  We were only recently married so the separation was a momentary inconvenience.  But as any young married couple with an active sex life will tell you it was hard to be apart.  The daily intimacy was missed!  As it turned out the camp needed some item, I have long since forgotten what, and I was called to deliver it.  I brought it up after work and decided to spend the rest of the night at camp.  I had packed my sleeping bag and a few things so I was prepared.

As I was able to have a quiet moment with my wife we devised a plan that was her idea, mind you.  After the kids were bedded down for the night and soundly asleep we would meet outside my tent at 11:00 pm to go for a walk.  At eleven I quietly exited my tent and very shortly she joined me.  I carried her on my back past the rest of the tents to diminish any possible speculation about hearing multiple footfalls on the path

We made our way to the far side of the “mess hall” where we could find some privacy.  There we wasted no time finding each other’s lips, as our tongues danced for joy against each other.  Her taste was so sweet; it had been too long.  She was fully covered in light cotton pajamas but was obviously not wearing anything underneath and she felt so soft and sensual.  As I caressed her back under the loose fitting garment she began to lightly moan.  When I brought one hand around to cup her small but firm breast she gasped and sucked my tongue deep into her mouth.

We continued kissing and fondling each other realizing that intercourse was not possible.  But I could find my way under the waist band of her pajama bottoms to the heat and dampness of her arousal.  Inserting one, then two fingers into her she squirmed against the pressure of my hand and it only took a few moments of this until she had a gentle but insistent orgasm.
Having already discovered that I was more than a little hard her hand reached down to grasp my pulsing cock through the running shorts I had chosen to wear.  After a couple of firm squeezes her other hand reached under the elastic band and began to bring my shorts down freeing me to wave cooly in the evening air.  Now she was on her knees in front of me taking my hardness and caressing it with the wetness of her tongue.  When she wrapped her lips around the end of my cock it only took a couple bobs of her head for me to come hard against the back of her throat.  She quietly finished what she had started, pulled my shorts back into place and stood once more as we kissed deeply and with quiet satisfaction.

After a few moments of this kiss we turned and walked back up the path to the tents.  Once more I carried her past the tents until we reached mine where she dismounted and continued the journey back to her own tent and the sleeping girls under her charge.