In The Pines….

The heady, intoxicating smell of pine needles permeated everything.  The old lodge was sided with wide plank pine and had the funky architecture of something built by a carpenter who was more interested in building a creative space than a functional one.

The screen door slammed with a bang and Emily came dancing into the room.  She was wearing her usual attire; A bikini top, a baggy pair of cut-off sweatpants. Gray with a blue Y and A on one leg. Presumably the top half of Yale, which is where Emily was going to school, and par for course, she was barefoot.   

I was sitting on the couch where the counselors hung out when we weren’t on duty. 

We were working at a camp in the heart of the New Jersey Pine Barrens where the water was as dark as iced tea because of the tannins in the pine needles and the mosquitoes were big enough to carry off a small child.

“Hey Sal, what’s shakin’?”  

She flopped down on the couch next to me. 

Emily had short black hair and an athletic build.  She had a sweet earthy smell that was augmented by just a hint of patchouli which, I admit, stirred me something crazy.

“Oh, you know, just chillin' with my boy Dylan.”

I held up the book of poetry by Dylan Thomas.

“Wow, you really are a nerd.” 

Emily playfully punched me in the arm then stretched back onto the cushioned corner of the big, overstuffed couch bringing her bare feet up to rest on my lap.  She put her arms up above her head and stretched into a lion of a yawn.  Emily relaxed further into the soft cushions, leaving her hands behind her head and feet on my lap, she closed her eyes. 

I took the opportunity to take in her beautifully toned body. Black hair and eyebrows. A whisper of armpit hair that I’d be willing to bet had never met a razor.  A few dark freckles dotted her olive-colored skin. Emily had small perfectly shaped breasts with the ever-present and tantalizing bump pressing against the fabric of the swimsuit top.  Because of the way she was leaning back into the couch her top was pulled slightly to the side so that I got to see the tan line running on the inside of her boob.  

As she continued to relax with her feet staying together on my lap, her knees splayed open pulling the crotch of her soft cotton cutoffs slightly askew.  Just enough to show a dark swath between her legs.  I wondered if I was actually seeing her black pubic hair or if she was wearing dark panties. Either way, I was captivated. She had my full attention.

A flash fantasy ripped through my brain:  leaning down, pulling the fabric to the side and burying my face into her hairy black bush.  My mouth started to water.

Staring down between her legs it occurred to me that my own arousal was making itself known and I worried that my hard-on might brush against her foot, exposing my dark desire. 

I looked back at her face and realized I’d been caught.  Her eyes were open, head slightly cocked, and a sly smile played upon her lips.  To my delight, she didn’t move to make herself less exposed but just fixed a look on me with a question written in her eyebrows. Her eyes slowly fell to my lap.  

Emily’s left hand stayed behind her head.  The other slowly ran down to her neck and rested on her throat as she stared down at my crotch.  Absent-mindedly her hand drifted up to her mouth.  She dragged one finger between her lips, then bit down on it lightly.

“Salli?  What’s going on with this?” 

Emily jabbed at my erection with her naked foot.  

Instinctively I covered myself with my hands, but Emily was having none of it.  She squirmed her foot past my hands and started pushing my erection with her foot, side to side. I stopped pretending to try to expel her foot from my lap and let my hand come to rest on one of her feet.  She spread her big toe and second toe and began running it up and down along my rock-hard shaft that was pressing against the fabric of the baggy cargo shorts I was wearing.  

Casting her eyes back up to my face, her mouth slightly crooked with consternation.  Her hand trailed down from her neck to come to rest on her breast and slowly pulled her bikini top off to the side exposing her hard, puckered, dark nipple and began pinching it. 

“I always thought there was a pervert hiding behind that bookish exterior,” she said, with some satisfaction as she raised up and pulled the leg opening further to the side. 

With one hand pinching and tormenting her nipple, and one hand exposing a beautifully thick, black, hairy bush emerging from behind the cotton shorts. One foot pressing my shaft hard into my stomach. I was impressed with how well she could do three different things all at the same time.

Emily bit down on twisted mouth lip as she laid open the dark pair of perfectly formed pussy lips that glistened from under her bush.

“Is there something you want to show me?”  She asked innocently.

Staring at her pussy two different thoughts entered my brain.  

First, that’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen and what’s going to happen when someone walks in on us.

“Aren’t you afraid someone will come in?”  I anxiously asked as I unbuckled, unsnapped, and unzipped. Raising up I pulled my shorts and boxers down to my knees and sat back onto the couch cushions.   

Emily retook possession of my hard-on, capturing it between her tiny feet.  I took her feet into my hands and began using them to jack off.

“No one will… and besides, that’s part of the fun. Ummm, don’t you think?”  Emily was starting to breathe harder.  The pace of her fingers now matched my rhythm, slipping in and out of the dark purple and pink opening.  Periodically she would withdraw a slick and sticky digit and open the hood of her clitoris, revealing a perfect, tiny bud that, when she played with it, seemed to send her closer to the brink.  

She hit the spot and arched her back then spasmed into a quick torrent of orgasms, quietly moaning, eyes closed tight. 

And in that moment, watching her ecstasy, I felt the wave also rising in me and crest as I furiously clamped her feet around my tool and pumped like my life depended on it.  

I exploded.

The first column of semen landed on her, stretching from her exposed breast down to her belly.  Emily felt the fluid land on her and opened her eyes and watched as the second rope came to alight on her grey shorts, immediately soaking in and leaving a dark wet spot on the fabric that would normally be covering her crotch.  The third, and fourth with much less velocity oozed out onto her perfect feet.

We had a brief moment of embarrassed mirth looking at each other with a mutual air of, What the hell just happened when the moment was immediately broken up.

“Well, that was impressive.”

Jill, the camp's program director, was standing at the open door to the room.

“I hope that wasn’t a rehearsal for tonight's campfire skit. You two, go hit the showers. Separately!  It’s almost time for the dinner bell.” 

As quickly as we could Emily and I pulled ourselves back together and embarrassedly rushed out. 

As we hurried past the fact did not escape me that Jill's nipples were very erect.