Message-ID: <17029eli$9811062231@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/17029.txt> From: Moonshine Man <kf650@hotmail.com> Subject: The Camp 2/6 (mf, teen) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <71pjbv$9vo$1@reader1.reader.news.ozemail.net> WARNING This story contains material of an adult nature. If you are not of a legal age (18 or 21), or are easily offended DO NO PROCEDE. Any coments may be directed to the author at kf650@hotmail.com Please enjoy. Chapter 2. For the rest of the day I could not get what had happened out of my mind. During dinner I kept an eye on Mandy, but she seemed not to notice me. I then begun the have my doubts about the validity of her offer to meet her later that night. As luck would have it the cook had decided to serve chocolate eclairs for desert. In my vacant minded state I failed to notice that I had spilt some of the cream down the front of my shirt. After tea we all had to go on a night hike, so I headed back to my room to grab my torch and a jacket. As I was heading past Mandy's room I almost knocked her over when she came running out followed by her room-mate Andrea, who was armed with a rather lethal looking pillow. "Whoa sorry John." said Andrea as she turned around and headed back into her dorm. "We were only playing around." I started to walk off but Mandy grabbed me from behind and spun me around. "You got your cream all down your front." She said, and the quickly bent down and licked of the spilt cream from my shirt. "You know I love your cream. I just can't wait to get some more." And with that she turned and strode into her room. Well, let me tell you that that put any fears to rest. The night hike was extremely boring because all that we saw were a few nocturnal creatures and a lot of trees. When we got back I hopped into the shower and started to wash my self down. Being naked once again I started to get the good old 'here comes a hard-on' feeling. I took hold of my dick and started to slowly stroke it, which got me really hard. I was getting very horny thinking about what had happened that afternoon, and what was going to happen later that night. Just as I was getting to the point of no return I deliberately stopped myself. "You're gonna need a full load tonight my friend." I didn't have to worry about anyone overhearing me as each dorm had a private bathroom. I got out of the shower and dried myself off, dressing in a pair of silk boxer shorts. I climbed into bed and read a little of the book I was trying to get through. As on all school camps there was a lot of dorm chit-chat so I had to wait for about an hour before my room-mates fell asleep. It was probably the longest hour I had ever had to wait. I got out of bed, pulled on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, put on my shoes and crept out my room. Very quietly I made way down the hall toward the games room. Just as I was passing by some of the teachers room I heard one of the doors opening. I froze. In a panic I tried to squeeze my self into whatever shadow there might have been. I heard some-one leaving one of the rooms and heading further down the hall. The mystery person opened the door to another room and entered. I was once again left alone in the hall. I began to softly tip-toe down the corridor, but I just happened to notice that one of the teachers doors was slightly ajar. I crept over and peeked inside. The light was very dim but I could just make out who the figure was inside. It was Miss Duncan the young drama teacher. Although all the kids at school considered her old, she was still in her early twenties and had a fantastic figure. Miss Duncan had a much more mature body than all the girls at school. She had dark brown hair, which was slightly rippled and cascaded elegantly over her shoulder. Where Mandy had an endowed figure, Miss Duncan was better described as pert. Most of the guys at school had a crush on her and, with my discovery, was about to become the envy of my peers. Dimly I could see Miss Duncan lying on her bed. She slowly stood up and in the same fluid motion she exotically caressed her nubile body. She strode into her bathroom and turned the light on. Although not in direct line of sight, I could see her reflection in the window on the far side of the room. She turned on the tap and lightly splashed a little bit of water on her face. It ran down her chin, her long thin neck and onto her chest. It wound it's way through the valley of her breasts, her smooth tummy, down between her legs. She shivered as the refreshing liquid obviously cooled a rather warm area of her body. She repeated the action again, furthering the cooling process. "That's much better." I heard her say to herself and she walked back to bed and pulled the sheet over herself. I then realized that I had forgotten to breathe during to the whole episode. I took a deep breath, almost a gasp, clutched at my semi-erect penis, turned and continued on to my clandestine rendezvous. To be continued in Part 3 -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>