Week two got off to a shaky start when Michael encountered Cathy on the trail behind her cabin and realized she has been crying. Her eyes were red and blood shot. He was used to consoling his twin sister and offered to sit with her a listen to what was upsetting her. His offer was not taken well.
“I have NOT been crying,” She snapped at him. “You just tend to your cub scouts and not meddle into my personal business.
She stormed back to her cabin and Michael was left wondering what he did to upset her. Cathy slammed the door to her cabin and rushed into her bedroom and threw herself on the bed. She burst into tears and sobbed like a young teenage girl. She was ashamed of how she had treated Michael. She knew he was only trying to be helpful. She knew she needed to apologize to him, but didn’t know how to do it without discussing her very personal marital problems.
Cathy had invited Tim to come to the camp that weekend, but he had chosen to spend that time on the golf course with his senior law partners. She wanted him to spend time with the twins and she needed some intimate time alone with her husband. It had been almost two months since they made love to each other.
The weekend came and went without Tim making his visit to the camp. Cathy fell deeper into depression and the loneliness was almost unbearable. She had slipped into the habit of showering each night then masturbating until falling to sleep. The nightly masturbation sessions relieved some of the sexual stress, but she needed a real orgasm brought on by a real cock. She wanted to have an orgasm like Tim used give her when they first married. She needed a man and found herself wondering if Michael was mature enough to help her with some of those needs.
The start of week three brought more agony and more sexual frustrations. Tim missed his last opportunity to spend a weekend with his family. She was very angry at Tim for not coming to the camp for at least one of the two weekends. At the end of that week she would be returning home and she had mixed emotions. She had gone so far as to entertain the thought of seeking a divorce. She really didn’t want a divorce; what she really wanted was for Tim to spend a whole weekend fucking her brains out. An orgasm brought on by her fingers was just not the same as a really hard cock.
Cathy took a hot shower and masturbated, and then cried again. She got out of the shower and poured herself a glass of ice tea and flopped on the sofa with a book. There was an urgent knock on the door. She was lounging comfortably on the couch in her pajamas reading a book and didn’t want to be disturbed. She assumed that it was probably one of the young cub scouts. Being alone and relaxed in her cabin she decided to ignore it in hopes they would give up and go find Michael
“They’ll go away soon enough,” she said to herself. She sipped on her glass of ice tea and went back to her book.
They knocked again. This time it was louder and more urgent.
“Oh, what-EVER,” she said to herself aloud. Putting her book down with a sigh she went to the cabin door and looked out the window. It’s Michael; her young Counselor.
Hey Michael,” she cheerfully said opening the door. “What’s up?”
“I hate to disturb you this late, Cathy,” he said as he grimaced in pain, “but I tripped in the dark and skinned my elbow. I think I need a bit of first aid until I can go by infirmary in the morning”.
“Let me see your arm. Oh…you have a nasty scrap. I have a first kit in the kitchen,” she said. “Just follow me.”
She had tight cotton pajama pants on and a tank top with a sweatshirt over it. Her ass jiggled just a little bit with each step. Michael counted to himself backwards from one hundred to fight off the erection that was being to stir because of her ass. The years of motherhood and carrying babies hadn’t harmed her figure in the least. The curve of her ass blended into her shapely thighs and calves. Michael couldn’t help but get aroused as she walked hastily into the kitchen staring at her cell phone waiting on Google to respond to her questions on first aid.
“I’ve Googled ‘scrapped elbows’ under first aid. The internet is running slow with the response, but it shouldn’t be much longer. Are you thirsty?”
She offered Michael a glass of ice tea and he accepted.
She turned back around and reached up to get a glass from a kitchen cabinet. She was too short to reach the top shelf and rose up on her tiptoes, but it was still out of reach. She dropped back down on her feet and her breast jiggled. It was a clear indication she was not wearing a bra.
“I can get it,” said Michael, and he walked up behind her, reaching over her to get the glass.
For a moment he forgot about the slight bulge in his pants, and in an awkward moment his bulge poked Cathy in her butt. She quickly turned around, not expecting him to have advanced so close so quickly. When she did, she found herself face to face with Michael; his arm over her shoulder, reaching. There was already some chemistry there. Now, face to face, even the normally socially oblivious Michael was feeling awkward. The feel of her breath on his chest only worsens his arousal and he was standing dangerously close.
Hurriedly, he grabbed the glass and sets it on the counter. Cathy wordlessly went to pour ice tea in the glass. Her heart was beating wildly in her chest and she was sure Michael could hear it. She started to awkwardly mumble something about the internet’s slow response time, but before she could complete her sentence, she turned to replace the ice tea in the fridge, and her elbow accidentally hits the glass on the counter. The tea sailed against the backsplash and splattered all over her sweatshirt.
“Oh, crap,” she said, and grabbed a towel by the sink. “This sweatshirt was a present from my husband,” and she whipped it off and raced to the laundry room.
Michael was still reeling from their face to face moment. Awkwardly, he adjusted his erection and began to wipe up the mess and refill his glass. He took a shaky drink. He needed to go back to his tent and relieve his erection.
“I can go and come back later I guess,” he shouted to Cathy.
“No…no,” Cathy called back from the hallway, coming back from the laundry room. “We need to tend to your injured elbow. We don’t want to risk an infection.”
Michael looked at her as she came back in the kitchen. Now she was wearing only her tank top and pajamas. Her hard nipples were plainly visible poking against her tank top. He could feel his cock growing harder in his pants and was relieved when she instructed him to sit at the kitchen table whiles she cleaned and bandaged his injured elbow. That gave him the opportunity to partially conceal his painfully hard cock.
Cathy placed the first aid kit on the table and sat in a chair next to him. He wanted to kiss her but was a virgin and had never really kissed a girl. He had kissed girls, but not really kissed them like he wanted to kiss Mrs. Glover. His erection continued to grow, but he felt reasonably sure it was not as obvious since he was sitting down. He was wrong. Cathy does see the bulge in his pants and was tempted to touch it. She needed to feel a hard cock; any hard cock. She blushed red and her breathing was coming in short bursts.
Michael’s breathing became rapid and irregular also. He was on the verge of screaming. He didn’t have a clue how to proceed. He wanted her and he was almost certain she wanted him, but his inexperience prevented him from following his impulse. It took all of his effort to fight off the urge to pull her into his arms.
Cathy’s passion and frustration had built almost to a point of no return. She found she couldn’t fight her urges any longer and on impulse she leaned forward and kissed him tenderly on the lips. Excitedly, he responded by pulling her closer, and ran his hand up her thighs to her crotch. It was like an electrical surge between them. All of the pent up emotions of the past two weeks came flowing out of them both all at once.
“Yes, yes, fuck yes,” she sighed faintly. She ran her hands up his shirt and lightly stroked one of his nipples and then lightly pinched it. His lips left hers and traveled down her neck. She emitted a low purring sound and wrapped her arms around his neck.
He picked her up and her legs wrap automatically around his waist. His natural instincts kicked in as their lips locked again. He hurriedly carried her to the bedroom. He laid her down on the bed and began working his lips down her neck and shoulders. All the internet porn sites he had watched were directing his actions. He lifted her pajama top over her head. She helped him remove it then pulled his shirt off, eagerly kissing his chest and stomach as he sat straddling her on the bed. Cathy mewled again as he ran his tongue over her supple breasts, down to her navel. Slowly his hands moved up her body, over her breasts. She calmly pushed him over on his back and positioned herself on the edge of the bed.
She carefully unbuckled his belt and gently worked his pants and underwear down to his knees. While her hands worked the pants, she leaned forward and gently began kissing the head of his cock. Lovingly and tenderly, she started adding some licks and sucks to his rock-hard cock.
Michael whimpered as her lips finally wrap around his cock and her hands on his ass cheeks pulling him deep into her mouth. It was the first time anyone had ever put his cock in their mouth; it was exhilarating. Slowly she bobbed up and down on his cock while running her finger tip around his asshole. No one had ever touched his virgin asshole and he almost blew his load. He was actually entering a world he had only dreamed about.
She masterfully sucked his young cock until he couldn’t take any more. He was on the threshold of cumming and tried to push her away from his impending explosion. She shoved her middle finger deep into his virgin ass. She sucked one more time and took him all the way down her throat until her nose was touching his belly. He was at his point of no return and uncontrollably unloaded his cum into her pretty mouth.
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