Camp Jameson

by Wendy Lea Thomas

  “For what I have in mind, I don’t want any interruptions,” he said sitting in the chair in front of me. “Come here and sit on my lap facing me, you gorgeous girl.”

  I stared back at him, enjoying his compliment. I straddled him and lowered myself to his lap. He instantly reached up and gently released my hair tie. He let it drop and ran his hands through my hair then down my shoulders.

  “You are all mine today, so we’re gonna have some fun, Aria.”

  I opened my mouth to ask him what he was planning but he stopped me by placing his fingers over my lips.

  “You’re going to give me a lap dance. No blindfold, it’s just you and me.” Oh.

  “We’ll start slow, but here are the rules. Most of your lessons have been about you learning about your body and feelings. But in today’s scenario, it’s all about your partner. In this case, it’s me. As much as you have to know about yourself, you have to know how to please someone else. That is if you want to be a good lover. You have to make me want you. I want you to block out all your insecurities. This is almost the end of week three now and I know you want me, Aria, so show me. Seduce me. Pretend I’m whomever you want me to be. Don’t be afraid to touch yourself for me. I want your breathing heavy and your pupils dilated by the time this session is over or I will have to admit I’ll be disappointed.”

  I chuckled nervously. “No pressure.”

  “You have all the sex appeal you will ever need inside of you. I’ve seen it. Here we are in a dark room with no one watching. What will you do with me? Better yet, what do you want to do to me?” I swallowed nervously. “Don’t think about it. Just feel the music and dance for me. I won’t touch you unless you ask me to.”

  My heart was pounding in my chest. Was he really trying to seduce me?

  I closed my eyes and tried to clear my head. Who was I kidding; I’ve fantasized about turning Colt on so many times in the last two years. I could still imagine him in my mouth from oral class two weeks ago.

  A slow grin spread across my face and I stepped off his lap. I tried to remember all that I had watched Sienna do for Sean and let my desire guide me.

  I rocked my hips in front of him and let my hands trail over my breasts, down my sides to my hips and back up again. I bit my lip and turned my back to him. I bent over so that my ass was in the air in direct line of his eyesight and rounded the curves of my behind. My fingers skimmed over my light purple panties over my honey pot and I stood and lifted my hair in my hands then turned toward him.

  Colt shifted in his chair and his eyes traced the length of my body. “Tease,” his voice was deep and raspy. His eyes began to glaze.

  I stepped closer and pushed my breasts closer. I ran my hands over them and circled twice. I could see him swallow hard as I ran my tongue over my lips leaving them wet. I could see his fingers itching to touch me as I pressed harder against his cargo shorts. I felt the urge to go further and before I could change my mind, I reached up and unlatched the clasp of my bra. The straps skimmed my bare arms and I quickly tossed it toward him.

  His eyes widened three times their normal size. A slow, sexy smile played across his lips and he drew my bra up and breathed in my scent. This took me back, and deep down inside me, I felt my body tremble in need for him.

  He was gripping my bra in anticipation and when his eyes darkened, I knew I had him. I rolled my nipples between my fingers and felt them grow harder while I moved to the bass of the music. I don’t know what possessed me but the words were out of my mouth before I could stop myself.

  “You like what you see, Colt? Do you want me?”

  He threw his head back and looked up at me as I towered over him. He groaned and took in a slow tantalizing breath.

  “You know I do, sweet girl. I’m kicking myself right now for not having Sara bring you into our bed earlier,” he grumbled. I swayed my hips and let them brush his knees. “Why’s that?” my voice was low and breathy.

  “I want to run my hands over that delectable body.”

  I shook my head seductively at him. “That won’t do,” I said, straddling him and pressing my nipples against his shirt. “If you can restrain yourself then I’m not doing a good enough job. I’m gonna have to try harder.”

  I lowered my hips over his hard cum-gun and ground my moist lips over him. The friction of his shorts and his stiff shaft sent quivers through me. I reached up and ran my fingers through my hair and ground my pelvis harder against him. I threw my head back and brushed my fingertips over my neck then I moaned as I tweaked my nipples again. My breathing was hard, uneven and I was certain lust filled my eyes.

  “You want to touch me, don’t you,” I asked.

  His eyes looked almost pained and I could see him fighting the urge. I ground against him again and teased him further. I let his lap-rocket rub against my clit over and over. It wasn’t long before I was crying out and cuming powerfully.

  My chest heaved as my eyes met his. He licked his lips and blinked to me, waiting for my command.

  “Touch me Colt, please,” I said softly.

  His hands fell to my ass as he pulled my hips closer. His lips urgently found mine and I dug my fingertips into his hair to bring him closer to me. He cupped my breasts.

  “God, Aria. You are so beautiful,” he breathed.

  My hands found my way to the hem of his shirt and I pulled it from his chest. Colt pushed my panties to the side and sunk two fingers deep within me. I moaned loudly and pushed my hips further against him, wanting him to ease this ache deep inside me.

  He pressed his lips harder against mine and his tongue forced open my mouth. I unbuttoned his shorts and reached my greedy fingers in and freed his cock from his boxers. I moved to straddle him and started to lower myself over him, finding I wouldn’t be satisfied until he was buried deep within me, but then he stopped me and pulled away. I opened my eyes to see a mixture of lust and something else I didn’t comprehend.

  “Aria,” he whispered.

  “Yes,” I breathed against his mouth.

  He leaned back further away from me and I looked to him questionably. I didn’t understand why he stopped. He shook his head, telling me no. It’s against the rules. I could see he was guarded now. Then my brain caught up to what we were really doing and I felt myself stiffen. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed the top of my head. I leaned into him, feeling a mixture of exhaustion and guilt. Both of our breathing was hard and fast.

  “That was close,” I gushed.

  “Yes. I’m glad we stopped or I would be out of a job right now.” We both chuckled nervously, expelling our pent up sexual frustration. He helped me to stand up and handed me my bra. I took in a deep breath but smiled up at him.

  “Why are you smiling?” he asked.

  “I guess fantasies really do come true.”

  He beamed back at me. “That’s why we’re here, Aria. But to be honest, now I can’t wait until we get back home.”

  “Why’s that?”

  “So you, me, and Sara can finally fuck,” he grinned like a Cheshire cat. And I blushed like a damn virgin.

  DAY TWENTY:

  SATURDAY NIGHT

  CHRISTMAS IN JULY THEME PARTY

  As Sara and I got ready for the Christmas in July party, we chatted about what had happened the day before with Colt. I had learned my lesson about keeping Sara in the dark so I came clean as soon as I got back into our cabin. She assured me that I would get to experience Colt soon. She wanted to see me with him as much as I wanted to be with him. She was truly the best friend in the world to want to share her man like that.

  Sara had bought us matching little Sexy Santa outfits. They were red velvet with white fir trim. The tops sat right below our shoulders and the skirts barely covered our asses. We wore our black go-go boots which Sara had glued white fur trim to the tops of this morning.

  As we got to the Main Lodge, Avery had every pine tree trimmed in Christmas lights with a Candy Cane walkway as we approached. Christmas music blasted
through the PA outside the building. I recognized it as the Three Miles Out Christmas CD – which was my favorite. He really out did himself this time. He even had snow machines brought in which dusted the area in beautiful snow across the lodge’s front lawn.

  We settled in and started doing whiskey shots right away. The night became a little blurry before long. I socialized among my friends not caring about the pointing fingers and little snickers as I was getting as ‘mousetrap girl’. Then I spotted Ethan and Wren as they rounded the table in my direction. In this dim lighting it was like looking at two Averys. I swear they looked more like Avery than Pierce did.

  “Aria, go in a room with me again tonight,” Ethan begged wrapping his arms around my hips and bringing me closer. Before I could reply, Wren scooped me up and twirled me to the dance floor. I mouthed the word ‘sorry’ and let him sweep me away toward the music. Wren had already asked me to dance earlier. I saw a somewhat dejected look in Ethan’s eyes but Wren quickly distracted me from worrying about it. Wren growled into my neck and I giggled and threw my head back, letting him devour me.

  This was just what I needed, to lose myself tonight. I liked Ethan. I really did, but maybe what I needed was just to let go and play the field a bit. Besides, this twin thing had my chicken tongue buzzing with the tingles.

  The music pulsed around us as Wren brought me closer to him on the dance floor. His hands found my hips and he cupped my buttocks.

  “I want that sweet ass straddling me tonight. Say you’ll let me ravish you.”

  “What about your brother?” I asked. I glanced over at Ethan and our eyes locked. He shook his head and just turned away and headed to the bar.

  “Don’t worry about him. He’ll be okay.”

  Somehow Wren’s words, or maybe it was the whiskey, made it all right to let go and not feel obligated to Ethan. He was sweet and handsome and certainly, a great lover, but tonight I just wanted to explore and see what else I’ve been missing. Besides, it was better to blow Ethan off before he did it to me, just like Avery and Nate did. There was no doubt in my mind I was doing the right thing.

  I turned my back to Wren and ground my behind against his hard cock. We were in a sea of red and white lingerie. It was the Christmas in July theme party and Wren wore a Santa hat, a black dress shirt, and slacks but his dress shoes were red with white trim and matched his hat nicely.

  I lifted my arms back behind me and let them drape around his neck. I leaned into his ear, giving in to my desire. “I want you,” I purred in his ear. I felt his body tremble against mine.

  He lowered his lips to mine and I could feel his need for me in each urgent kiss. His eyes met mine and he intertwined his fingers with mine and pulled me down the hall towards the bedrooms.

  He passed several of the immediate rooms and led me to the furthest hallway. He locked the door behind us and turned toward me. He wrapped his hands around my hair and made a make shift ponytail and forced me to look up at him. He searched my face for a moment then trailed soft kisses on my lips.

  “I want you in the swing,” he growled in my ear.

  I nodded as he released my hair and let his hands skim over my breasts. He freed my nipples from my bra and lowered down to suck on them. His warm tongue licked and bit each one, causing my insides to tighten. He slipped the straps over my shoulder and took his time undressing me.

  “I’ve never done it in a sex swing before,” I said, eyeing the complex device with straps and loops and buckles to change the lengths of the straps. I could feel him smiling as he trailed kisses down my neck and shoulders.

  “Oh, sweet Aria, this is going to be so much fun. Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle until you tell me not to,” he quickly turned me toward him and devoured me, undressing me as he went.

  He backed me up toward the swing and lowered my panties. I stood naked before him and he briefly pulled away to take me in. His calm facade didn’t last long as his mouth closed around mine and he quickly deepened the kiss.

  He helped me into the swing all the while planting kisses all over my body. I tried not to show how nervous I was. He didn’t falter as he gently showed me where to place my feet and how to lie back into it.

  “Close your eyes,” he said, as he kissed my lips one last time. I heard him pull his pants off. “I just want to touch you, Aria.”

  “Okay,” was all I could muster.

  He stepped between my legs and kissed my forehead. His hands cradled my face then he led a trail of kisses from my mouth to my chest. His hands stroked my body in the midst of passionate kisses.

  I closed my eyes and let my head fall back, enjoying how he absorbed me. He took each nipple in his mouth and teased me until I was clutching my nails into his back and crying out in pleasure. I didn’t know I could orgasm from someone sucking on my nipples like that. Jesus, he was good.

  He moved lower and my hips squirmed for their own attention. He smirked up at me knowing what I wanted most. He ran his hands down over my navel and across my hip. He was teasing me.

  “Wren, I want you,” I begged.

  “Not yet, sweet girl. I’m gonna push your body to the extreme before I sink my soldier into you,” he said, moving back up and whispering into my ear.

  My body quivered in excitement. I watched him pull out a package and open a new small oval vibrator from the bedside drawer. Then he moved between my legs and switched it on. He trailed it up my inner thigh, up and over my mound, then back down the other side.

  Repeatedly, he stroked it over every part of my body except where I really wanted it until I was wriggling and panting. When he pressed it to my clit my back bowed off the swing and I whimpered. His slender fingers ran up over the instep of my foot and my insides convulsed without warning.

  It wasn’t long before my entire body was building with anticipation as his hands and vibrator worked magic over almost every part of my body.

  He paused only once to raise the swing to his hip height then he dropped to his knees between my legs and set to work on my pooty tat. My body was wound tight and it begged for release. The second he stroked the wall of my pink heaven I cried out loudly.

  When he finally stood and I heard the crinkle of the condom wrapper I was panting in need. He positioned himself between my legs and slowly sank into me. My body bowed instinctively, wanting him to go deeper.

  “You are so wet,” he hissed. He paused for a moment and I could tell he was fighting back the urge to lose control.

  “Fuck me,” I begged.

  Wren smirked and set out on a course that lasted well into the morning hours. We paused once for me to lie on my front. The he raised the swing so my ass was in the air and as he sank deep within me, I knew in that moment what Colt was referring to that day in class that he first showed me the swing. He was hitting the ache deep in my belly square on.

  My body trembled from fatigue but my want and need for another orgasm didn’t want him to stop. I was reaching my fifth orgasm. Yes fifth.

  My body burned with desire and I soared one last time as he gyrated his hips and pushed on the front wall of my vagina. I screamed out Wren’s name as he pounded into me three more times then found his release. He helped me to the floor as he embraced me against his chest. We both panted hard and fast, trying desperately to catch our breaths.

  “Tired?”

  I chuckled. “Yes, and I think I need a shower.”

  “A shower it is then,” Wren said, kissing the top of my head. He helped me to stand and I could feel the soreness everywhere in my body. I couldn’t wait to let the hot water soothe some of this.

  We made quick use of the shower then I found my clothes and got dressed. I didn’t slip on my top. I was too warm. I just left it off, opting to walk around in my bra, Santa skirt and boots.

  Wren lowered his head and kissed me tenderly. “Let’s get something to eat. I’m starving,” he said.

  My stomach growled loudly in response. I nodded and he led me out of the door and down the hall that led to t
he buffet table. Christ. It was morning already.

  Week Four:

  DAY TWENTY-FOUR:

  WEDNESDAY NIGHT

  NAUGHTY SCHOOL GIRL PARTY

  I couldn’t believe it was the next theme party already. I was still sore from Saturday night with Wren. I hadn’t seen Ethan or Wren since Saturday and I hoped they weren’t fighting over me.

  Ethan seemed a little dismayed over my going into a room with Wren but that’s what these parties were for, to experiment. I didn’t want to hurt Ethan, but I was numb emotionally after my supposed connection with Avery turned out to be a milk dud. If Ethan truly liked me, then he would let me ride this out so I could figure out what I wanted. I needed to get myself together before I could free myself the way Sienna and Colt were teaching me.

  But when it came to Ethan and Wren, I kept wondering what it would be like to have a threesome with both of them. They had different styles of lovemaking that seemed like they would compliment each other. Since I met them, I wondered what having both of them at the same time would be like. This was week four and I still hadn’t had a threesome yet, and I was starting to think about it more and more. I bet it would feel wonderful having two guys shower me with attention at the same time, having a set of twins taking turns using me for their own pleasure. God, it seemed hot.

  The time seemed to fly in between the parties. Classes were going fine and I was learning a lot about myself. I finally felt like an empowered woman not afraid to admit what I liked as far as my own desires were concerned.

  Tonight was the Naughty School Girl theme party and the women were dressed in different styles of plaid skirts, tight fitting button up collared dress shirts, knee-highs, and Mary Jane’s. The night got started in the usual way by Colt getting us shots of Jameson and beers from the bar. Both Ethan and Wren joined us at our table and each took turns flirting with me and casually touching me as they spoke. I guess Ethan came to terms with sharing me because he didn’t seem too put out when Wren touched me as we talked. This really got me thinking that maybe tonight was my night to try out the twins together.