It’s Sean.
His dark, full hair sways as he walks, with his tanned muscular legs flexing with each step of his heavy suede boots. The khaki shirt is a singlet today, and I can see at once that Sean has been working out, or has developed the magic power of being god’s gift to women, or both.
I whimper in disbelief as I watch him approach my car, the sun in his hair, his chest and shoulders tensing and flexing making my wetness tense and flex on its own.
Before he reaches the rear of my bug, he stops, peers at me and then grimaces. I think for a moment he’s mad, but he lifts his head and flares his nostrils before making a low growling sound which goes straight to my center. I gasp aloud again and bite my lip, wringing my hands over my lap as I try to contain the incredible feeling washing over me.
Washing right through me. I’m glad I’m sitting down right now, I don’t think I’d be able to stand.
In three striding steps he’s at the window of my car with his hands on his hips. My head turns but I can’t quite lift it up just yet. I’m stuck on the bulge in his pants, which draws a sound of disbelief from me before I can finally look up at his face.
His lips curl in a satisfied look as he slowly starts to nod his head. His eyes flash with recognition but also something else. That something that’s making his pants bulge just that little bit more.
“I almost plowed straight into you,” he says, those lips broadening into a grin. His voice is thick and deep, like the line in his pants. Like the woods and the lake. Like the hot air that suddenly makes me feel lightheaded when he looks right at me.
I’m trying to speak, trying to say something but the feeling, like an ache deep inside me is only wanting one thing.
No words required.
I watch his eyes move from mine, down my face and further down to my chest, which I feel stiffen as he focuses on it, another low sound escaping him. It feels like dry mud crackling off my body as my pebbled nipples swell to life, straining the thin fabric of my white shirt.
“I was coming down to meet you at the road,” he says, seeming to have some trouble focusing on what we’re both really here for.
“…but you’ve been here before, you know the way?” he asks, his smile flashing again.
“Uh… yeah. I was here ages ago, in school… I’m-”
“Tessa.” He says with conviction, not letting me finish.
“I knew you were coming. I saw your name on the list…my list,” he adds, drifting off.
“Mine.”
The way he says mine, the way he looks at me, gives me a shiver I can’t hide and I try hard not to make another sound, but he’s nodding in time with another low tone of approval.
“I’ll follow you up,” he says, as if he’s snapped himself out of a trance and he turns quickly to walk back to his truck.
I’ve never seen a man naked, or even a hard one. But I know what I see as he turns away.
That shape in his shorts looks a lot like how the slickness in my panties feels.
Once he’s back in his truck, I look at myself in the rear view and stifle a squeal.
OMFG! This is really happening…
CHAPTER TWO
Sean
I know as soon as I get out of the truck, I know that it’s her. She’s the one I’ve been waiting for. I can just sense it. Not just the new counselor either. No, this one’s something else too.
Her blue eyes are like beacons through the dust in her rear view as she’s watching me walk up to her car. I feel a nervous tension rising in me, like excitement but it’s also dangerous.
I’m a camp counselor, we’re not supposed to have these kinds of thoughts about other staff members.
Technically, camp hasn’t even started yet. We have a few days of orientation for new counselors and I heard this morning the other guy broke his ankle. Nobody else is coming here for at least another day or two, maybe more.
It’s just me and her, and this feeling.
I can see her blond hair from behind, the memory of her panicked face as I nearly slammed right into her fresh in my own mind.
One look, that single split second and I knew I wanted to slam into her for real, with all my heart and soul. With my hard body against her. Watching those perfect tits shifting back and forward as I fill her deep, fill her with my seed like I know she wants.
Since I got in shape, I know the look. I’ve had the come on a thousand times from women all over the place. Thing is, none of them do it for me. None of them ‘fit’ me.
One look at Tessa though, and I know we’re made for each other. That ‘taste me’ rack and I just know she has hips and an ass to match.
My kind of woman.
Jesus, I’m getting hard just standing in front of her and I know she’s checking out my cock too. She’s fucking perfect and she’ll be all mine.
One small problem.
I have a camp to run and rule number one is no fraternizing with the campers or the staff.
I’ve never looked twice at any girl, or woman at camp. Never even crossed my mind.
I guess there’s an exception to every rule and I’ll cross that bridge when we come to it, but I will make her mine, whatever it takes. And I just know that she’s feeling the same way too. I just know it.
I would have suggested anybody else follow me up to the campsite. But not her. Not Tessa.
I want to be right behind her, making sure I can keep my eyes on her the whole way, even though she’s in her car I want
