Or rather, lack there of it. There was a physical at the induction but no real fitness test. Camp’s about equality and helping each other, so Sean’s the first to notice and gets ahead, only so he can give me a hand up in a few places as I need it.
He holds out his hand and I feel it closing in a tight grip over mine, his clipboard moving enough for me to see his thick cock pointing straight up in his shorts and his whole body flexing as he pulls me up a few feet like I weigh nothing at all.
We’re not even halfway up when, as much as I feel excited, turned on and thrilled to be with Sean, I start to feel something else down there. Something that fills me with dread.
Something I forgot all about before I even came to camp.
Chafing.
I have thick thighs, and no matter the season or what I wear, if I walk enough I get chafing.
Today’s no different and in no time I can feel it’s going to be murder on my thighs. I slow down and then hurry to catch up, Sean keeps asking if I’m okay and I lie, saying I’m fine.
We finally reach the top of the bluff. It’s late in the afternoon and from the top near the radio tower, I can see down across the whole campsite, woods and out across the lake.
“It’s beautiful,” I say out loud, trying for a moment to ignore the burning between my legs.
“It sure is. It’s just perfection,” Sean says, and I turn to see him staring at me, not even looking at the view at all. It makes me blush hard and I start to tremble, suddenly anxious about the trip down, even though we only just got up here.
If Sean knew about my chafing, I’d just die, I’d lay down on the trail and just die. I know I would.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Sean
I totally forgot about checking the tower, it’s been like everything else on my roster for today. As soon as I saw Tessa, I forgot it all. I just wanted her.
I still do.
I fall back behind her, unable to help myself, unwilling to deny myself the sheer pleasure of watching her walk from behind. Those hips… that perfect ass.
I can’t help but growl and groan with satisfaction, but it’s getting to the stage where looking isn’t enough.
I need to claim her soon or I’ll just burst. Something inside me is driving me on, to make her mine.
Not just a once off thing at camp. I’m talking, looking after her, protecting her. Making her my woman, Forever.
Mine.
She’s slowing down really quickly and by the time we’re half way up I can see the telltale signs of fatigue and probably something else too.
Once we’re at the top, I’m proud of her for making it up without complaining. I know she’s making an effort so she can be close to me. And it makes me want her even more.
She takes in the view, but I’m taking her in. The way the afternoon sun hits her curves, the wind teasing her hair. I can’t believe how lucky I am.
“I’d better get up this tower and see what’s what,” I tell her.
“Don’t wander off, Tess. I want you to stay put, in case something happens while I’m up there, okay?”
She nods, but looks away quickly. Her face contorting in pain.
“Tess? What is it, are you hurt?” I ask her, stepping over to her after climbing back down from the third rung of the steel ladder that runs up the center of the fifty foot tower.
“I’m fine,” she says defensively, but I can tell she isn’t fine.
“Alright.” I tell her softly, “I’ll be as fast as I can, just stay put.”
I start my climb again, and looking up then down again, I guess how far up I am before I have to check the signal received from which height versus any signal being transmitted.
I stop what I’m doing, totally unable to focus on anything except Tess. I look down and watch her trying to walk around, her legs wider than normal, and a look of pain on her face.
I feel my jaw clench, and I swear quietly to myself.
I should’ve known.
Dammit! I’m supposed to be taking care of her, making sure nothing happens to her, not dragging her up hillsides until she’s red raw.
I resolve to do my duty first, and find there’s a loose connection on a dish right near the top, which resumes transmission as soon as I adjust it.
I climb back down, kicking myself every step of the way. I put my own selfish desires before common sense. I wanted to watch Tess walk instead of realizing how much discomfort she might be having from the hike.
By the time I get down from the tower, I can see she’s pretty worked up, trying to keep her brave face on but it’s falling with each step I take towards her.
“Oh Sean…” she whimpers helplessly, and I get to her just in time to help her sit herself down on some boulders.
I put my arm around her waist to support her and she leans in against me, her arm straining to get around my neck and shoulders.
“Ah, Tess. I’m sorry… I had no idea,” I tell her, settling her down and squatting in front of her, still taller than her head height, wanting nothing more than to go back in time and do it all differently.
“It’s alright,” she says, tears straining against her eyes as she grimaces again, setting her jaw hard and pretending she’s not hurting.
“It’s not alright,” I tell her, taking her hands in mine and looking into her eyes, leaning in closer.
“I’m supposed to be looking out for you, protecting you. Not this…” I say bitterly, turning my face away, not able to stand to see her hurting and unable to do anything about it.
“Did you fix the tower?” she
