AMERICAN GIRLS CH. 05

Chapter 5 -- Camille

Let me describe Camille. She was maybe 5'6" tall, between 120 and 130 pounds, brown hair, a nice tan, and an athletic build. She was one of the strongest girls I have ever known. She could carry a heavy pack (a requirement for guides since we sometimes had to carry a client's gear if they couldn't for one reason or another), and I even saw her lift and carry a full-grown man in a fireman's carry. Oh yeah, and did I mention that she had freckles on her cheeks and a cute button nose?

I met Camille for the first time when I arrived at the camp where we would operate out of. She was related somehow to the camp director of the camp where we were based. However, she was well qualified for the job. In fact, she took over the guiding the next summer when I didn't return. Our first order of business (before the camps opened) was to scout the two wilderness areas for hiking trails and water sources such as lakes and streams. To do that, the two of us set out on foot with enough provisions for a week in the wilderness.

Since it was just the two of us, we were able to cover about twenty miles per day (we would never go more than twelve miles in a day with clients). We set our menus so we would cook for dinner, but then ate non-cooked foods for breakfast and lunch. That saved us a lot of time, which we used to discover new areas.

In the evenings, we would sleep next to a campfire, which provided some warmth and light to work by. On the third night out, Camille mentioned that she was disappointed in the sleeping bag/pad combination she had purchased for the summer. I asked her what the problem was, and she replied that she was getting cold every night, and was therefore unable to sleep through the nights, causing her to not perform at her peak the following days.

As we talked, I told her about an extremely cold night when I was a Boy Scout. The temperature was well into the minus numbers, and boys were becoming hypothermic. I decided to have the boys double up in sleeping bags, with both pads under them and one sleeping bag slid into the other to double the insulation. To have the boys conserve body heat even more, I had them both get into the sleeping bag with just their skivvies on, thus ensuring body heat transfer between them. Because we did this, no boys suffered any ill effects from the low temperatures, and everybody went home after the camping trip with happy memories and no injuries.

Camille wasn't sure how this information would do her any good, since there were no girls with which she could share a sleeping bag. Then, she laughed. "Wait... Are you suggesting that we share a sleeping bag tonight?"

"Actually," I replied. "I was just trying to think of ways to get you warm, and the discussion jogged my memory. Probably getting a new bag would be your best bet to stay warm at night all summer, but we are about fifty miles from nowhere, so that won't do you any good this week."

She thought about that. "Maybe it isn't such a bad idea."

"What?" I asked. "You want us to share sleeping bags?"

"Do I have something to worry about?" she responded.

"Right," I replied. Why would a beautiful young woman be afraid of getting into a sleeping bag with a horny guy?"

"You think I'm beautiful?" Camille asked.

"Are bluebirds blue?" I responded.

"Thank you," she replied. "I would be willing to try it if you are too."

"Really?" I asked. "Uh ... OK."

After dinner, we put both pads under our nested sleeping bags. She asked, "Which of us should get in first?"

"I guess you should," I replied. "That will at least give you some privacy."

I turned my back as Camille quickly undressed and slipped in the sleeping bags. "Brrrr ... this is cold. Are you sure you didn't just want me to warm up the sleeping bag for you?"

I turned back around to see her snuggled down into the sleeping bags shivering. I removed my boots, socks, pants and shirt and slid into the sleeping bag behind her. She was right. It was cold in the bag. However, it just took a little bit of rubbing skin-on-skin before we were both warm as a bug in a rug. In the process, though, I discovered that Camille wasn't wearing a bra, and her panties were just a skimpy bit of lace.

You can imagine my reaction to that. Because I was spooned up behind her, it didn't take long before Camille felt my hard cock against her butt. "Oh my," she gasped. "I see what you meant about 'horny guy' before. Do you think you can control it, or do we need to do something about this?"

"What did you have in mind?" I asked.

"Well," she replied, "I did give a couple of guys BJ's when I was in high school. I could do that if you want."

"OK," I replied, not knowing what else to say.

As she turned to face me, I saw a beautiful set of breasts. She immediately realized that we would be too constricted with the sleeping bag zippers fully closed, so she pulled them down. In doing so, she was exposed to the cold again, so we wrapped one of the bags over her.

"My God," I whispered. "You are so sexy and beautiful."

She smiled, but then said, "If you say so, but we can't go too far. A BJ is as far as I have ever been with a guy."

"I understand," I replied. "Please continue."

With that, Camille started kissing, licking and sucking my cock. It was feeling pretty good, but something was missing. I asked her, "Would it be OK if I touch you too? Touch and sight are great stimulus for a man."

"OK," she said and then pulled my cock into her mouth again. Her breasts were super soft and sensitive as I massaged them. She must have liked the sensations because she was soon repositioned so her breasts (and pussy) were positioned closer to my hands (and face). I continued tweaking her nipples as she hummed on my cock.

Then, I pulled her legs over so she was straddling my head. I slipped her panties to the side, and I was licking and sucking her labia and clitoris. At first, I thought she was going to bite my cock off (certainly NOT the result I was going for), but then she redoubled her efforts, and we brought each other close to orgasm. Amazingly, she got there first.

My cock popped out of her mouth as she climaxed and grimaced in pleasure, and I spun her body around so she was facing me with her legs straddling my hips. I could actually see the waves of pleasure play across her face as her orgasm consumed her. Her body was bucking, and in the process, her pussy came down hard on my cock. The head slipped in through her vaginal entrance, and I thrust up into her. Her hymen (and the sharp pain) was history before she even realized what had happened. When she did, she stared at me for a moment and then settled down over my cock, letting it slide all the way up to her cervix.

She closed her eyes, and I could almost feel the wheels turning in her head. I had no idea how she was going to react. This could be the end of my summer job, if she took it poorly. My concern was misplaced, though, and she started slowly lifting up and lowering herself back down on my cock, obviously testing how having my cock inside of her pussy felt. Apparently, she liked the feeling because she continued to speed up and take my cock deeper into her vagina with every stroke.

Of course, I was assisting her in her efforts, and pretty soon we had a pretty good rhythm going. As she started to lose control again, I rolled her over onto her back and thrust even harder into her core. Every stroke was bottoming out against her cervix. Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper into her. Finally, I could take it no more, and I was shooting load after load of my seed through her cervix and into her womb.

That took her over the top, and she was squealing and moaning as another, even more powerful, orgasm overtook her. She was trying to pull me down to kiss me as we climaxed together. It was a very sweet-tasting kiss, and I hoped that I would experience more in the future. Then we collapsed.

I'm not sure which of us recovered our senses first, but Camille was the first to speak. "I hope I don't get pregnant. That would really mess up the summer."

"I take it you aren't using any kind of birth control?" I asked.

"No," she replied. "I never needed it before."

"Where are you in your cycle?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" she responded.

"When was your last period?" I asked.

"It ended about two and a half weeks ago," she replied.

"So, you are getting close to your next period then?" I asked.

"I suppose," she said. "I'm never really sure when my periods are going to come."

"OK," I sighed. "Well, whatever happens, I will be there for you. In any case, you should see a doctor when we get back to South Lake Tahoe when we get back, so you can get on the pill."

"Yeah," she replied. "That would probably be a good idea."

We were both starting to cool down, so I re-zipped the sleeping bags and spooned up against Camille's back. Both of us fell asleep pretty quickly. We both slept soundly, and Camille never got cold during the night. When I woke in the morning, Camille had somehow gotten out of the sleeping bags without waking me and was sitting by the fire, fully clothed, watching me.

"That was the best night's sleep I have ever had in the mountains," she said when she noticed I was awake.

"Good morning to you, too," I replied.

Camille smiled. "I had to get out of the sleeping bag and get dressed this morning when I realized that your cock was hard again and sticking between my legs," she said. "It was difficult to leave your warmth. I think I could get used to that."

"I know what you mean," I commented. "I enjoyed sleeping with you, too, although I have to say that I don't remember much after we fell asleep last night."

"Get up and let's get going," she said. "We have a lot of miles to cover today. We can talk along the way."

I started to slide out of the bag when I realized that I was naked. I searched around with my toes and found my boxers in the bottom of the bag. After scrunching down to pull them up, I got out of the bag and into my clothes. I had to agree with her. It was hard to leave the warmth of the sleeping bag. We quickly ate breakfast, packed up and took off for our next destination.

About a half-hour into the hike, Camille said, "We should probably talk about last night. I suspect that we will do that more than once this summer, because I, for one, enjoyed it a lot."

That made me smile. "Yeah," I replied. "I really enjoyed making love to you, and I would certainly not turn down another opportunity to repeat it with you."

"That was what I thought," she said. "I don't think either of us planned for that to happen, but when it did, I just couldn't stop. However, if we are going to do this when customers are around, we will need to be a lot more careful, especially with the religious groups."

"Agreed," I replied. "We might want to always sleep a little way away from any customers. I could get an extremely lightweight tent this weekend that we could use for the summer, or do you think we would be better just finding some bushes away from the customers so we can see anybody approaching? I think I would lean toward using a rain fly in the bushes."

"I normally use a poncho as a rain fly over my sleeping bag if it looks like rain," she said. "It gives me cover, and I am still able to see."

"OK," I said. "If we use one poncho as a ground cover and another as a rain fly, it will allow us to see anybody coming while also giving us an excuse for camping away from the group."

"Are you sure you didn't plan this out ahead of time?" she asked.

I shook my head, but in reality, I had fantasized about Camille from the first time I saw her. It was hard not to. Camille never wore a bra (she would when we took religious groups out), and her nipples poked out through the shirts she wore, leaving little to the imagination. She also had tight, muscular buns, which were a joy to watch whenever she walked in front of me on the trail.

We had a great conversation that day as we headed for Dick's Lake in the Desolation Wilderness Area. I had worried that sleeping together the night before would create friction, but instead, it had drawn us together. She even liked my humor (something that few girls do). When we got to our campsite, we set up with the setup we had proposed during the day. That told me that we would be sleeping together again that night, which made me very happy.

While we were cooking our dinner, we were surprised to hear a helicopter landing by the lake. Since helicopters were forbidden from landing in wilderness areas, we went out to see what was going on. A couple of middle-aged guys got out of the helicopter, and then the pilot started tossing their stuff out to them. Obviously, he knew he wasn't supposed to be there and wanted to leave quickly.

He never got the chance, though. A ranger (that we didn't even know was there at the lake) stepped out of the trees and walked up to the helicopter. He demanded the pilot's keys to the helicopter. Then, he wrote all three of the men tickets and told the pilot that he would have to hire mules and a salvage team to cut the helicopter apart and carry the pieces out by mule train.

Let me tell you, that did NOT make the pilot happy, but instead of getting mad at the ranger, he spoke angrily and then took a swing at one of the men with him. He was yelling, "You will pay for this. You have cost me everything."

Camille and I looked at each other and quickly decided to find another place to camp away from the incident. These guys were going to have to walk out, but it was already late, so they would have to start in the morning. In the meantime, the ranger climbed up on the helicopter to make sure that it was disabled. It was the worst incident I ever saw in a wilderness area, but it was also one of the funniest. I'm sure that everybody involved learned lessons they would never forget.

Camille and I moved our camp to the other side of the lake. When we got our bed ready, Camille stood next to the rain fly and stripped down. She said there was no longer any need for modesty, since we had already seen everything the other had. When she finally removed her panties, she sat on the sleeping bag and motioned me to come over to her. When I got close, she reached out to remove my belt, pants and boxers. I quickly untied my boots, removed my socks, pulled off my shirt, and shed everything on the ground cover (just in case it rained during the night).

I sat down on the sleeping bag and leaned in to kiss Camille. She returned my kiss and intensified it with her tongue. My hands started exploring her breasts. Her nipples were already extended, showing that she was excited by what she was expecting. Funny, there were no complaints of the cold, even though there were goose bumps on her skin. I'm not sure if they were from the temperature or the excitement.

I made my way from her lips to her earlobes, on to her neck and finally to her nipples. When I started suckling her nipples, Camille was pulling my head around, eager for me to suckle both sides. I did ... several times. With my mouth occupied with her breasts, my hands went exploring her pussy. She was soaking wet even before my fingers touched her there, but when I did touch her pussy, Camille shuddered in pleasure. "Oh my," she squealed. "That feels so good."

Once her breasts were satisfied, I made my way down until I could lick, kiss and suck her pussy. She was so sensitive, I was afraid she would burn out quickly, but she didn't. Almost every time I sucked her clitoris, it would send her into another orgasm. I spent more time on her labia and her vaginal entrance to keep her from coming completely unglued.

Exploring her vaginal entrance, I found the remnants of her hymen, clinging to the walls of her vagina. It didn't seem to hurt her when I touched what was left, and she was cooing as my tongue pierced her small vaginal entrance. Her natural lubricant was running freely, so I slid up to allow my cock to conduct further exploration. I rubbed the cockhead around in her juices for a few moments, and then I slowly slid into her vagina.

Camille's mouth was open as she hissed her pleasure during my entry. "Oh my," she sighed.

When I hit bottom, I immediately started to thrust in and out of her. She was so beyond ready that there was no need of further delays. After my first thrust, she was rocking her hips to meet every stroke, my cockhead firmly pressing against her cervix with every succeeding thrust. Camille was a vocal lover. If we had been camped closer to others, I'm sure that they would have been curious as to where the sounds were coming from.

I increased the tempo and force of my thrusts, lifting her hips to get maximum penetration with every stroke. It wasn't long before she melted down in pleasure, her vagina rippling around my driving cock. That, of course, drove me over the edge into my first orgasm of the evening. There would be more orgasms to come that night.

Eventually, we realized that we wouldn't get much sleep unless we basically scheduled our lovemaking. Spontaneity would kill us both from a lack of sleep. After a while, we settled on having sex right after we went to bed and then again in the early morning twilight to take care of my morning wood. Even though we sometimes had church groups with us, there was never a time that summer that we couldn't isolate ourselves enough to make love.

Camille went to the doctor as soon as we got back to Lake Tahoe (who gave her a prescription for birth control pills), and she actually started her period a day later. That made it perfect for her to start taking the pills. We never again had to worry about her getting pregnant.

After the last paid hike, Camille and I went back to Dick's Lake in the wilderness area where we first made love, and made love all night long. We could do it because we had no customers to care for, and therefore we could sleep in as long as we wanted. After that, we hiked back out and parted ways. She was off to a famous school in Indiana and I was on my way back to UC Rockville for the fall semester.