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But my favorite part of camp was the trips. I gravitated toward trips—they kkissed my escape from the fun but ordinary days at camp. During these trips, the counselors set a goal of how far the group would travel, and packed accordingly. There was no way to predict what would go down on these trips, which was part of the excitement. It began on a Saturday morning, it was hot, and my buddy suggested we go swimming. As he was going out of the dorm he told me to follow the signs in back to the "swimmin hole". Being afraid, I put on my suit and swam out to the raft. While hanging on to the side, I called to him but no response.
I did not realize he swam around to my back, dove down, pulled my suit off, and surfaced in front of me throwing my suit onto the raft. I asked him about his suit and he grabbed my hand and placed it under the water where my hand met his rising cock. He suggested we swim a while and then sun ourselves. It felt good to swim around naked. Eventually, I could sense that he had come onto the raft but, when I did open my eyes, I was astonished to see him laying on his side next to me looking at my cock and stroking his.
He asked me if I would mind if he could touch my cock if he let me touch his. Being inquisitive myself, I said ok. When her lips met mine I thought I would faint. They were soft and warm and electric. She wormed her tongue between my lips and began rubbing its tip against mine. She slowly moved her lips against my lips, which were surprisingly wet from saliva.
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Oh yeah, much wetter this time; such a nice feeling I thought. My dream that night was of puddles and fluttering butterfly wings. She went so far as to compliment me on how I looked in my bathing suit. I think she had ideas of male counselors raping me or something. I was supremely happy the rest of the day thinking about her. I climbed up in the darkness and was immediately shocked.
She jissed naked except for her panties! She whispered to me that she never wore pajamas or anything to bed at home and was tired of having to wear oissed nightdress in the summer heat of our cabin. This one nzked longer than the one the night before. I was itchier and wetter than the night before nakes. I found I liked kissing very much. Her hand went under my pajama top and touched one of my nipples. Whew, I got carried away for a minute. Just then a girl in another bed coughed and stirred. I reached my hand out and lightly cupped one breast and squeezed it a little. I thought she likes it, and that intrigued me for sure.
Did I like it when she touched my nipple? It got goosepimply and I shivered a little, so the answer seemed to be yes. I fondled her and soon our lips were locked together again in another long, juicy kiss. I can feel it. She was indeed wet, maybe a lot more than me. In a minute I felt the bunk bed rock a bit and I heard her moan and whimper.
All I could think of all day was kissing her, and the sounds she made after I left her bed. At lakeside, we conspired. On the lake was one of those floating wooden rafts to swim out to. Jill and I swam out to it when we knew no one else would be out there. On the raft, she pointed out a cabin that was a short way around the perimeter of the lake from our camp. She said the cabin seemed uninhabited, which she thought was strange given the season. Off we went into the water. When we got there, we found that the unusual building on the shore was a boathouse.
I occupied and virtual off my black, and before I could do out, tilted in with her. I would be resolved to have my buddy with me.
We walked up the tiny beach to the cabin. We looked in windows and tried the doors but they were securely locked. The one door was padlocked. The small building, much like a garage of sorts, had a floor ledge on one side with the rest being water. We swam under the door and found ourselves in the cool yet damp boathouse.