I followed the narrow path, past the horse barns that housed Avery Jameson’s prize Arabian pure breeds lost in thought about my changing feelings about camp. It was only the third day and I was already feeling more confident since my breakthrough at pole dancing class. It made me wonder what else I might be a natural at.
I passed some outdoor classroom areas with picnic tables and small shelters. A little farther down the path there was a small meadow beside a rocky stream. There was a small group of people standing in a circle barely lit from small beams of sunlight that poked through the thick tree canopy.
When I got a bit closer, I was shocked to see Tara kneeling on the ground with her obnoxious husband standing over her in a circle of five guys who were completely naked. I hadn’t seen her since class yesterday, and since yesterday, I could see that she had lightened her hair. Her eyebrows were groomed, her glasses were gone and she wore a touch of makeup. My guess would be that she got a makeover at the salon last evening. She looked uncomfortable kneeling in the dewy grass as her husband held her by the hair and barked orders at her on how he wanted her to get him off. She stroked his cock as she pointed it towards her pursed lips. The remaining men stroked their own shafts long and steadily around her, moving in slowly. Their chests heaved as they watched her with hooded eyes as she licked her lips while stroking him and one other guy in anticipation of their climax. As her husband started groaning in orgasm, she opened her mouth. Each guy took turns stepping forward as they tossed their heads back spilling their loads onto her face one at a time. Each one aiming for either her open mouth, lips, or cheeks. Her hands were reaching out in all directions grabbing and stroking their manhood’s.
I stared with widened eyes as I took in the explicit scene. She let them smack her face with their penises as they dribbled their spider webs across her lips and button nose. One very hot guy shot a massive load coating her eyes in thick glaze. That’s going to ruin her nice makeup. I think some of it may have bounced off her eyes and onto her husband’s fat belly as she held his penis near her lips. Oh man, that’s not good for anybody.
Discreetly, I closed my hanging mouth and backed away so I wouldn’t disturb their bombastic scene until I could silently continue my run deeper into the woods. From what Sara had told me, that must have been a Bukake session. I’m not sure whether I’d like a bunch of strangers blowing their climax in my face like that, it really mats up in your hair and burns your eyes…at least that’s what Sara used to say.
I couldn’t tell whether Tara enjoyed it or not but she certainly was having an interesting first couple of days at camp. If her husband brought her here to loosen her up and experience some new things, I’d say it’s working. I hope he appreciated it.
A few minutes more down the wooded path, I could hear another woman’s moans of pleasure before I saw her. I was surrounded by sexuality this morning. I don’t know what I was more uncomfortable with, the fact that people were up so early in the morning out in the middle of the woods, or that they were all exhibitionists. I was going to turn away to give them a private moment, but what I saw made me stop and stare. I never knew there was anything like this. The woman was blindfolded standing up with her arms over her head and tied to a tall wooden X with brown leather straps. I couldn’t turn away. Her chest heaved upwards heavily as she feigned struggling against her capturer. An instructor named Travis was standing in a dominant stance in front of her. His shoulders were wide and his large build made the girl look small. He snapped something against her skin. I recognized it as Sara’s newfound toy, a riding crop made of black leather. She flinched at the temporary pain as she let her head fall back and moaned loudly again. My muscles clenched deep in my belly and I was surprised by how turned on this made me watching her bound and writhing in rapture. She was in her early twenties, fully naked with a Brazilian wax. I wasn’t one for BDSM, but watching this woman in ecstasy really made me wonder. Would I like it?
Travis smacked the woman’s clitoris with the riding crop and I could see her body quiver with anticipation. I’m not sure how long she had been tied up there, but her skin was pink and she was getting close to orgasm.
A small crowd had gathered around her, enjoying her splendor. Travis was shirtless and I couldn’t help but notice his well-defined abs. My eyes scrolled up to his chest where the name ‘MAYA’ was tattooed in black across the left side of his chest. Even with all the people gathered around, his hazel eyes were focused solely on bringing the woman pleasure through pain. He rubbed the crop across her chest, winding down to her sex. She lifted her hips in anticipation toward him, craving him and his touch more and more. He reached and smacked her bare breasts. She gave a sharp gasp. Then he stepped back and pressed the crop into her vagina, stroking it in and out, teasing her, and pushing her farther over the edge.
My wide eyes scanned the crowd. I couldn’t get a grasp on these fantasies that these women were living out. I guess the real problem was I didn’t know what my true fantasy was in order to act on it.
I shifted nervously as my doe-like eyes locked with Avery’s green gems. I hesitantly looked back to the woman in restraints as Travis teased her again. She wriggled in her restraints and begged him for more. He smirked and paced around her letting the crop brush against her deep pink skin. He whispered something in her ear. I swallowed nervously and shifted my eyes swiftly back to Avery. He wasn’t watching the scene in front of us. He was watching me, and for the life of me, I couldn’t figure out why. There was a tall, lengthy blonde-haired woman in front of me, and a model-like brunette beside me. I was in a sea of beautiful women and he was looking at me.
“That’s it, Kaley. Now you may cum,” Travis said in a deep low voice. My eyes shifted to see Travis tuck a strand of her blonde and black streaked hair behind her ear and I could hear Kaley whimper. Travis unleashed his final slap with the riding crop to her clit and Kaley cried out as her body spasmed out of control. “Good girl,” Travis purred.
My face heated up. My pulse escalated and my breathing quickened. I turned to look back at Avery. He was gone. I scanned the crowd for him when I felt warm hands go around my waist.
“You’re glowing,” a warm voice whispered just below my ear. I was frozen by his touch around my waist and the heat from his breath on my neck. His breath became small kisses that sent little electrical quivers racing up my neck. Holy hell.
I clenched my thighs together and tilted my head back toward him and a soft moan escaped me. I stiffened, embarrassed that I had just moaned aloud to a stranger.
His hands slipped over me touching me in places that sent ripples across my skin like a stone skipping across a pond. His right hand drifted onto my lycra shorts caressing between my legs as his middle finger traced upwards over my clit, pressing firmly through my shorts. His left hand cupped my breast, then squeezed tight over my nipple. I exploded in orgasm immediately as dampness soaked through my panties.
After my tremors subsided, I pushed out of his grasp and looked up to see Avery smirking knowingly at me. I stepped back and my foot caught on a tree root and once again I fell backwards. He laughed and took a step with an outreached hand. I shook it off, straightened and took another step to right myself and stubbed my toe on a large rock. He stepped forward to help me and I shook my head at him again. I turned away and limped down the path that headed back to my cabin. I was embarrassed and excited both at the same time.
One of my little fantasies of Avery had just played out and the feel of his warm hands through my shirt had made me sizzle with desire. It was very real, not in my head. He must have been working on a cabin again or just decided to see what activity was happening in the woods. That must be what Avery meant when he said the woods are for the adventurous. I pushed the thoughts of Avery from my head and quickly trotted down the path toward my cabin.
I clenched my fists to my side as I neared my cabin. I slammed the door of the cabin hoping it would diffuse some of my frustration. Then abruptly, I strode to my bedroom, not su
re what to do with myself. I collapsed on the bed and tears ran down my face. I just lay there, not sure if I had just been violated or if I loved it. I was mindlessly playing with my father’s military tags around my neck and staring up at the ceiling when Sara spoke.
“You’re freaking, aren’t you?” Sara’s kind voice interrupted my pessimistic thoughts. My eyes widened then drifted upward toward the ceiling again. I hadn’t counted on Sara being here. I thought she would have gone to breakfast by now. I rubbed my forehead, and let my hand fall to my side. I just shook my head at her, trying not to burst into tears.
“You’re doing great. Colt and Sienna say you’ve really taken to pole dancing,” Sara said.
I glared at her. “This is all too much. Do you hear yourself right now? I’ve taken to pole dancing! My father did not raise me to be a pole dancer. He raised me to be a strong, independent, successful woman!” I said raising my voice.
Sara narrowed her lips. “Let me have it. Go on. Scream at me. Do whatever you have to do to get all this frustration out of your system. Better yet. Go for another run. What are you up to now? Five miles? Why don’t you make it ten?”
I looked over to Sara. “How can I not, when everything I was taught tells me that society frowns on all of this.”
Sara took a step closer. “I have news for you. All of society does not frown upon this lifestyle. In fact, business is booming for Avery. He can’t build those damn cabins fast enough.” I scowled at her but not for the reasons she thought. I just didn’t want to hear his name right now.
“Look, there is no reason to feel ashamed of yourself. These classes turn you on. You are not alone. There are 79 others that have made the journey to get into this place and paid a lot of money to do it. You’re in the greatest place in the world. It’s safe. It’s secure and you can let go and just be yourself. And it’s a hell of a lot of fun if you’d just let yourself relax and enjoy it. Turn off that incessant mind of yours and just fucking let go!” I looked at Sara with uncertainty. She took another step toward me and reached for my hand.
“I know you’re scared,” she said lowering her voice. “This is all new for you. It’s unusual. You feel out of place. I know it freaks you out but instead of running from what you fear, try embracing it. You might be surprised to discover a wild side in you.”
Sara brushed away my bangs from my forehead. “You have no idea how beautiful you really are. Your innocence is sweet and what makes you so beautiful. I bet you will have all the guys and most of the women here lining up for you before the six weeks is over.”
My eyes flickered away from her. I shook my head. “I don’t know what to do,” I cleared my throat trying to fight back the tears.
“Just enjoy the journey. You’ll find out what you like and what you don’t. It really is that simple,” she added.
One thing kept leaping to the front of my mind. Avery. And all the desire in me kept chanting, I want Avery. Only Avery.
“How can all these people take off work for six weeks at a time?” I asked, trying to change the subject.
“Most of these people are doctors, lawyers, trust fund kids, CEOs, VPs, and their spouses. They can afford to do whatever the hell they want,” Sara stated plainly. Sara came from a high-class family. Her parents just bought a house in the Hamptons just after her high school graduation. They had money to burn. Their graduation gift to Sara was our apartment. Sara fell in love with it, so they bought it. It was as simple as that. Jesus. I was so out of my league here.
“I know what you need. Come on, get up,” she smiled. I studied her eyes trying to see where she was going with this. A smile spread over my face.
“Ice cream for breakfast,” we both gushed.
Sara and I made our way to the Main Lodge. As I buried my worries in a heaping spoonful of mint chocolate chip ice cream, I pushed away my thoughts of all the sex, away from all the people, but one thought kept plaguing me. It was no secret. Avery didn’t get emotionally involved with his guests. But the way that he was making me feel when he was around, I had to stay the hell away from him. He was toxic.
DAY THREE:
WEDNESDAY NIGHT
SEXY LINGERIE THEME PARTY
It was just after ice cream breakfast and after hurrying to class, I kept fidgeting as Sienna kneaded my lower back.
“Aria, you have to relax. Stop thinking and enjoy the massage,” Sienna insisted. I sat up taking the sheet with me to cover my half naked body.
“I’m sorry. I’m nervous about tonight. What if something happens and I’m not ready for it? What if I embarrass myself?”
Sienna stepped around me and let her hands fall to my shoulders. My eyes lifted to hers. “Look, I know you’re overwhelmed but I promise you, you will have a good time tonight. You’re in the sexiest place on earth with the sexiest men and women I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting and Avery throws one hell of a party. So, don’t worry. Sara, Colt, and I have your back. You’ll hang with us and we’ll break you in slowly,” Sienna smiled.
“Break me in to what?” I stuttered. Horrible images of me chained to the wooden X with a shirtless, dew-glistened Travis pacing around me like a lion, and me bound, gagged, and tortured. That’s what came to the forefront of my mind. The more my mind raced, the more my eyes widened.
Sienna noticed my mental freak out and sighed. “Okay, poor choice of words. We will ease you into this slowly. You set the pace, Aria. If a guy approaches you, just smile and tell him you’re not ready. They’re just as nervous as you are. Trust me.” I nodded reluctantly at her words.
“Speaking of guys. What kind of classes do they have? What are their experiences here?” I asked.
“The Cubs go through something similar to a mini boot camp where they exercise six days a week to help build their stamina and make their bodies stronger. There’s cardio, weight training, canoeing, kayaking and rock climbing. The more fit they are the better lovers they will make in order to please their women.”
“So, no sex classes? They workout the entire time they’re here?”
Sienna snickered. “Of course they have their own sex classes. Their work out regimen takes up most of the morning. But in the afternoon they get to indulge in the fun stuff. Their classes focus on things like tantric breathing and how to properly give cunnilingus. Most of them have come here to become better lovers and it’s our job to help them with that.” I smiled crookedly up at her.
“Shall I go on?” Sienna asked. I nodded. “There is a class that teaches proper technique on how to pleasure a woman in every way imaginable. From touching, kissing, oral skills, sexual positions, g-spot techniques, penetration of vaginal and anal, and care of her afterwards. Some of the Cubs here are into BDSM and are in training to become a sub or dom. Men are also very visual so Avery made it possible for the Cubs to watch the Kittens in some classes like pole dancing.” I felt my body tense when I remembered how the guys watched all of us during pole dancing class. “Okay, enough talk. Time to relax,” Sienna urged.
Knowing I was still too wound up to enjoy my class, Sienna gave me a half-hour massage and sent me on my way.
For my afternoon class, Sienna helped me get more confident in walking in my platform shoes. At least my worries of rolling my ankle were leaving me. It’s a real trick to stop walking heel to toe and lead with the balls of my feet. I only wished they made chunkier heels in these things, it would help me to balance. She gave up on showing me more moves on the pole. My hands were too sweaty and I couldn’t concentrate on a single move she tried to teach me.
The first Theme Party at the Jameson Main Lodge was tonight. It was a sexy lingerie theme. The idea of walking around half-naked in front of over 110 strangers was freaking me out. Every time Sara had me convinced that I could handle it, I would look in the mirror at what I had to wear and changed my mind. Sara layered me just to try and make me feel more comfortable. I wore a sexy black sheer and silver sequin dress that was ultra short. Underneath the mini dress, I wore a sexy satin
-and-chains padded underwire bra top and matching black satin bikini panties with chain accents. It came with removable garters that held my black fishnet hose followed by black shiny platform heels, which I still wished had a chunkier heel. When it was time to go, Sara and Colt had me by each arm, dragging me toward the Lodge.
When I walked into the massive room and stood amongst the throng of people, I felt small. It was otherworldly. The energy of the room was lively and filled with sexual suggestiveness. I was a bundle of nerves. Colt was quick to deliver a cold beer to my trembling hands. I fidgeted with the beer, trying to expel my anxiety as I picked at its dew-ridden label. I was so overwhelmed. I didn’t know how to act except to down the frosty drink and beg for another. What was expected of me? I understood gymnastics – the pressure to perform, to nail each tumble and each step with precision and grace. I understood running – the feel of my feet hitting the ground at a steady pace on the asphalt or navigating through wooded trails on the hot summer days that Ohio drops on us every year. I often took long runs in the summer just to clear my burdened thoughts that Nursing school can leave burned in your psyche. But none of this I understood. Not the vapid sexuality or the rapid feelings I was starting to develop for Colt or the fact that I couldn’t explore any of those feelings until camp was over. If I could even go through with it. Nor the heated looks I was getting from Sara because of either what I was doing with Colt or if she was into me. Sara was bi, saying she liked the touch and feel of a woman every so often. But she’s never tried it with me. I guess that’s a good thing because I’m not sure how I would act in that situation. Why was the music so loud in here?
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