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Subject: Title story: "Lay Camp" Author: Lisa 64586157
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Date: Thu, 12 Jan 2006 16:57:54 +0000
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Lay Camp
Being without a man made me horney as hell. Not a night would go by when I
didn't have to indulge in lengthy masturbation in the seclusion of my bed.
Once my hungry fingers reached the lips of my love mound, I'd close my
eyes, bite down on my tongue and begin to rotate the fingers against the
tip of my clitoris.
This went on and on until the sheet beneath my butt was soaked and my pelvis was
arching in circular motions. When I'd finally orgasm, it was powerful enough to
send me right to sleep. And because I needed that sleep, too, because, since my
divorce, I had to work to support myself.
If I had my choice, I guess I would rather have worked at a Manhattan health
spa. Still as a counselor at a "Fat Farm" for young women, I made out well. The
hours were good, the money great, and Upstate New York is a lovely place to
spend a summer.
My former husband had gotten me the job. He wasn't about to increase my alimony
and I have deliciously expensive taste. Hence a job was necessary. He said I
would enjoy it. What the hell-my degree is in physical education and I am in
better shape now then when I was when I got out of college. And for two and a
half months in the summer, it was a quick $8,000. Little did I know how
satisfying it would prove to be sexually, too.
Along with Pamela, the veteran counselor, I met the bus in town. I had expected
to see a dozen young women, with fat hanging all over them, stepping off of the
bus, so I was pleasantly surprised to find these girls in reasonably decent
shape. Not decent enough for their debutante parties, I was told later- and that
was the main reason for their being here. They wanted to drop 15 or 20 pounds
each, then slip back to Manhattan for their parties.
We were not painfully sever with them. They followed a low-calorie, high protein
diet and the pounds melted away. Their days were spent swimming, playing
badminton and horseback riding. For those so inclined, I gave some tennis
lessons. To make it seem less like a Fat Farm and more like a resort, the
counselors did everything the girls did. We slept, showered, ate, and exercised
together. Although I was ten years older then most of them, the age difference
didn't seem to make any difference.
After a particularly warm session on the tennis courts, my two pupils and I
retired to the shower. Stripping the wet whites from me, I noticed Ellen, a
lovely and sweet 18 year old, eyeing my body. It sent a chill down my spine and
I pretended not to notice. My breasts stand straight out. Although they are not
large, they are lovely, I know. Boys-and some men-used to call my nipples
"silver dollars", and, I must admit, they are extra large.
I tossed my jogging bra on a bench and turned toward Ellen before sitting down.
She blatantly staring at my tits, and my nipples started stiffening. Kicking off
my shoes and pulling my socks off, I stood again and unsnapped my shorts. I
pulled them off, along with my white cotton panties, and stepped out of them.
"Are you going to the sauna?" Ellen asked. Her eyes kept jumping from my breasts
to my crotch, almost as if she could not control herself.
"That's a good idea, EL," I told her. "How about you?"
She nodded yes and started undressing. The three weeks she had been here had
very good for her. A tall girl, she had trouble with putting weight on her
thighs. Between the diet and exercise, it melted away. I watched her as she
turned from me and began undressing. She pushed her shorts and panties down to
her ankles and stepped out of them. As she was bending over to pick them up, I
looked at her pussy. I wondered to myself if she had ever been eaten, and then I
wondered even more if she would like me to make a meal of her. The thought of it
got my juices running and I grabbed a towel and headed for the sauna.
Once inside, I scooped cool water and poured it on the steaming rocks, grateful
for the first rush of heat to hit my face. Pouring a few more scoops of water
on, I sat ...
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