Shanni and I at Camp (Shanni at camp Chapter 2)

Shanni and I at Camp (Shanni at camp Chapter 2)
By: Dirtyolman (derbyolman@yahoo.com)

Shanni and I had been "messing around" as Brother Ken would say for most of the summer, especially on the weekends when the campers had gone home and the Brothers and Sisters went to do whatever it was they did every Sunday afternoon. It had taken some carefully staged fights for the camp supervisors to buy the fact that she and I didn't get along any better or worse than we should have, but we'd done a convincing enough job that they left us alone with minimal supervision on a regular basis. There are none so blind as those who do not wish to see, as the ol saying goes.

But as the summer went on, the cheap thrill of sneaking into one another's cabins at night paled, and even having sex in the great outdoors was getting routine. Sad fact was, Shanni was getting bored, and so was I. "It's not that I don't love you and everything you do to me," she confessed, "It's just that I want something different, I guess."

"You're dumping me?" I asked, tickling her naked back with a stalk of grass. She rolled over to get away from me.

"Of course not," she exclaimed, reaching for me. "It's just that we seem so good together, but we always do the same thing. I need a surprise now and then."

"What, me climbing in your window to have sex when you have a room full of sleeping kids kind of surprised, or Sister Agnes catching us in a carnal embrace kind of surprised?" I teased.

Shanni sat up and threw a handful of grass at me. "Neither one, Romeo. I want something...different. Something we've never done before, I guess. I just don't know what." She slumped down across me, burying her face in the shadow of my neck, disgusted with the world.

Idly I rubbed her shoulders. I knew what she meant, actually. It had been a wonderful couple of weeks, but after a bit the routine had become stale: kids all week while we pretended we couldn't stand each other, then screw each others brains out all weekend, then start again.

We needed something different to shake things up before the summer (or our relationship) was over. I couldn't think of anything then, but that was when it started, there in the meadow. I spent most of the rest of the week thinking hard about our problem, then approached Brother Ken on Friday afternoon with some ideas. I'd included a few that I knew he would throw out immediately, but included a couple that I thought I could get past him. I'd even "tweaked" one idea especially with Shanni in mind.

"No," he droned, checking off the all camp dance. "Don't want kids getting the wrong ideas. Sure we could do it with the junior campers, but then the senior campers would want one, and you KNOW what kind of trouble they would get into. No," he continued, "We can't do the all camp talent show. Obviously you haven't heard Maggie Cornell singing in chapel. Girl as sweet as virgin's tears, but voice like a dying frog. Now this one," he paused, "What exactly is a storybook party?"

I smiled, trying not to look too excited. That was the one I had in mind for Shanni and I, and I didn't want to screw it up. "That's when we let the campers dress as their favorite story book character, and have a party with silly games, and cookies. Kind of like the regular party on Friday night, but it lets the kids show some creativity. And," I added, "Since next week is Junior Camper week, they'd be the perfect age to find it fun!"

He thought about it, frowning at the ceiling, then said, "We'd need to send a note home this weekend so the kids would be able to pack costumes, and someone would need to make sure it was announced at services if we expect it to take place next weekend. We'd also need some spare costumes for kids that might not hear about it in time. But overall, I like it. I like it very much. Of course," he said as he ushered me out of his office, "The counselors will have to dress up as well, and I expect you to sell them all on this being a good idea. Now, what other ideas do you have son?"

He did NOT want to know, I thought to myself.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ ++++++++ That weekend, for the first time all summer, Shanni and I went home. It was weird not spending time with her, but at the same time it w as nice to be able to get a decent cup of coffee and watch brainless TV. I still got texted by her about three times an hour, but mostly we were out of touch, looking for our costumes. I'd already picked mine out bef ore I pitched my idea to the Brother, so I had it easy.

Around Saturday night, Shanni texted to tell me she had gotten two costumes, one for the party and one for fun. I could hardly wait to see a costume designed for her idea of fun, and agreed we had to show each other when we got back on Sunday. We finalized the time to get together, and finished out the day.

Sunday afternoon early I was back at camp, eager and ready to see her again. I had no idea that I had missed her so much until I got within a few miles of camp. It was a good thing no cops were around the woods as I am sure I kept speeding up every time I thought of Shanni's luscious body. Soon after entering the camp, I was in the main lodge, dressed in toga and sandals, leaning on a staff with a few long dangling pieces of fabric trailing from the top.

Shanni stuck her head around the back doorway of the lodge to take a peek at my outfit and frowned. "Who are you supposed to be?" She asked.

I grinned proudly, and took a pencil from behind my ear. "I'm Aesop. You know, the guy with all the fables? Now let's see you!"

She giggled and shook her head. "Um, no! I changed my mind; it's a really stupid costume." I was amazed to see her blushing, and caught sight of a bit of gauze over her shoulder. "Hey!" I blurted, "You've got wings!"

Shanni disappeared back around the corner, squealing "You cheated!"

I pointed out the fact that her wing tip had been visible over her head when she leaned around the corner, and she seemed satisfied. At least, satisfied enough to forgive me, and offer: "If you promise to close my eyes, I'll show you my costume." "How can you show me your costume if my eyes are closed?" I teased. "Just close them already!" she demanded, so I did.

I could hear her stepping softly across the floor, soft rustling noises trailing in her wake as she went around the room closing the shaded on the windows. I could sense the room getting dimmer, and smell her perfume as she finally stopped in front of me. "Ok," she announced nervously, "Open up."

She was a vision, an absolute masterpiece of pure sexiness, all curves and swells in a Tinkerbell costume that barely came past the curve of her hips and almost didn't cover her breasts. I had known she had a beautiful body, but wearing a costume that clung to her like it had been painted on by a jealous lover, I realized that I was deeply in love with this woman. I swallowed and tried hard to put what was racing through my mind into words, tried to tell her how gorgeous she was, but all that came out was a breathy "Holy....."

Shanni blushed. "I knew it was a stupid costume. Thank you for not laughing, but I'll go change now." As she turned to go, I grabbed her arm and spun her against me. "Don't you dare!" I cautioned. "I've never seen anything so beautiful in my life. You are stunning, absolutely drop dead gorgeous. You are every man's fantasy in the flesh!"

Shanni blushed happily and grinned at me. "Had a few fantasies about Tink, huh? Wanna act on em?" She kissed me and headed for the door. "Where are you going?" I called, and smiled when she replied, "I'm flying back to my room, little man. Got any ideas?" I wiggled my eyebrows at her, and cautioned, "Careful what you wish for little fairy, I'm a man of great imagination, remember."

Shanni paused in the doorway, and tossed over her shoulder, "Then what do you say we go explore the power of imagination, sir?" And she fled out the door towards her cabin, with me in hot pursuit, ogling her perfect ass and legs.

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Much to my surprise, instead of heading into her cabin, she jinked around the side and ducked down over the hill to the little meadow that usually served as the camp's archery range. She looked like she belonged in this mystical setting, the half-light that filtered through the trees dappling her skin with a slight greenish cast, making her look even more like a pixie. I caught her just beside a young tree, and turned her to kiss me. Her eyes were flashing wildly, her hair was ruffled by the wind, and her breasts were heaving with the effort of keeping away from me. If I had been falling for her over the last couple weeks, I was completely under her spell now. I kissed her deeply, savoring the way her lips molded to mine, the way her tongue, now familiar with the contours of my mouth made its way around, confident in it's ownership. My hands roamed freely over her butt and thighs, slipping under the hem of her dress to realize that she was not wearing any underwear. I groaned, and began to kiss her harder. She responded by trying to find a way into my toga, finally pulling away to grind out, "How did those stupid Greeks ever have sex? These things are frickin hard to get someone out of!"

I chuckled as I let her free of my embrace. "And they got nothing on fairies, either!" I teased, beginning to slide her wings off her shoulders. "Pixie." She corrected, helping to slide the wings down her arms. "I'm a pixie, not a fairy."

Suddenly, I twisted her wings a little, tangling her arms behind her back. "And I caught you, pixie!" I teased, "And now I get to have my wicked way with you!"

Shanni laughed. "Oh yeah? Do your worst, you imaginary man you!"

"Not imaginary," I corrected, as I started to plant little kisses across the bodice of her costume, "Just imaginative."

Her head began to roll back on her shoulders, all the better to give access to the tops of her breasts. "Imaginary, imaginative, whatever. I don't care as long as you keep doing what you're doing." I grinned against her skin, then tugged gently on the wings. "In that case I think I need to replace these with something more substantial." She slipped the wings off her arms the rest of the way, and looked on, confused as I unwound a strip of cloth from my staff, and began to form a loop with it.

"Should I be worried?" she asked, not sounding worried at all.

I kissed her gently, then slid her left hand into the loop. "No, you should be thinking about what I am likely to do to you while I have you tied up." Shanni kissed me back, hungrily, deeply. "How did you know?" she asked between tonsil hockey sessions.

I tied her right hand to her left behind her back. "How did I know what?" I asked, gathering another piece of fabric.

Shanni smiled a very sexy smile. "How did you know I've always had a fantasy about having sex while tied up?"

I blindfolded her, then kissed her cheek. "I had absolutely no idea. It was just a lucky guess." I placed a hot kiss against her thigh, making her jump, then kissed my way up to the hem of her costume. "A really lucky guess."

I proceeded to kiss her inner thigh, alternating little nibbling bites with licks and the occasional deep suckling kiss. It turned out that Shanni was extremely sensitive to being teased, and before I had really had time to do more than begin to tease her upper thighs, she arched her back and began to whimper. The next thing I knew, she was cumming in waves, moisture gushing down her legs as her knees began to shake. "Oh god," she screamed, "That is fucking amazing! Don't stop, don't stop!" I started licking her sweet nectar off her legs, chasing each precious drop as it tried to waste itself on the ground beneath her. She kept whimpering and moaning as the sensations of being eaten swept her away from reality. As I made my way back up her legs, making sure I had not missed any drops, I heard her breathing grown harsh with need the closer I got to the apex of her thighs. I bunched the fabric of her costume up around her hips, allowing me free reign with her pubic area. She gasped as the cool air of the shade hit her already overheated skin. I planted little teasing kisses around her downy mound, tracing her clit with my tongue, gently probing her secrets as her knees began to buckle from another orgasm. I quickly grabbed her as she started to fall over from sheer overload. She kissed me hard and hungry, her body straining to get at mine even though she was restrained. "Now," she demanded," Fuck me now. I'm so ready for you!" I broke away from her kisses to nuzzle at her breasts, molding them to my palm through her spangled green costume. "Are you sure you are ready, little pixie?" I teased. "Give me that magic wand, you dirty old man!" she growled, thrashing in my arms while I laughed. "Magic wand?" I teased. "Imagination man does not have a puny magic wand! He has a staff of power!" Shanni tried to smack me, but with her hands tied and her eyes covered, she missed by a mile. "I need to set down," she announced. "I want you to make love to me now, like a normal person."

I helped her lie down on the ground, carefully arranging her on her back, with arms over her head, before going back to work on her body. I slid a hand up her legs, feeling my way towards her clit, while resuming my attack on her breasts. She squealed and tried to wiggle out from under me. "You have no idea what you are doing to me," she gasped, rubbing herself against my hand, while arching herself up to meet my mouth. "I'm in heaven, I'm..." She gasped, "OH god, do that again!" she demanded, trying to move her hips closer to my hand.

By this time, I was harder than I had ever thought possible, but figured I could last a little longer. I got off her and slipped my toga off over my head, then laid down on top of her again. She could feel me against her leg, and began begging me. "You've had your fun, now come on and fuck me!" I kissed her neck above the fabric of her costume, and whispered in her ear, "With or without the bindings?" She giggled, then gasped as I brushed myself against the opening of her cunt. "I don't care, as long as you put it in there now."

I undid the blindfold, and kissed her deeply while she adjusted to the dappled light in the glade, then worked my way down to the edge of her costume. I ran my tongue along the top edge, where her breasts were begging to be freed, then took her hardened nipple in my mouth through the costume. Shanni laughed when I spit it out, along with a few loose sparkles. "What's the matter? On a pixie-free diet all of a sudden?"

I kissed her again, and admitted that "I don't think that sparkles will ever be part of my recommended daily diet." Shanni wiggled again underneath me, trying to grind herself against me, trying to get me to enter her before I was ready. It was a test of her desire against my willpower. God knows, I wanted her in the worst way, but I wasn't done teasing her yet. Shanni finally gave up, exasperated, and then kissed me deeply before asking, "So now what? Sex while tied up, or do you let me loose so I can do what I want now?"

"Oh, you have other ideas?" I teased. "I thought you wanted something different, something surprising. Isn't this it?"

She brought her arms over her head to rest on my shoulders, so she could kiss me properly, as she called it. I drowned in the feel of this half-dressed girl sitting in my lap with her tongue dancing briskly around mine, her legs wrapped around my waist. My cock strained to close the last few inches between us, and I felt the ache in my soul that comes of being so close to the one you love, and yet not truly connected with them. I slid a hand up her back, where it found the zipper to her costume and began to slide it gently downward, causing the top of her green garment to slide gently off her body, letting her stiffening nipples free to brush against my chest. She shivered as the hairs on my chest rasped against her sensitive buds, and as my other hand began to trace spirals on the edge of her breast. She gave a small groan of pleasure as the spiral found its inevitable goal, and then jumped slightly as a finger flicked out to play with her nipple tip. "You like that, huh?" I teased, coming up for air, reaching behind my head for her hands.

"Oh god yes," she breathed as I began to untie her, "but I need you in me now. I need you to let me touch you, and I need you to..." her voice trailed off, and I felt her stiffen beside me.

"What's the problem?" I asked.

"I think it might be me," someone said from behind me.

I froze, knowing that no matter what, one thing was sure: We'd been caught. Big time.