At the boathouse

Jennnifer didn't usually get time to just sit and soak in the nature she loved so much, a fact that occurred to her as she sat by the boathouse waiting for Kurt. She relished this moment on her own, the serene beauty of the park, the lake gently lapping against the shore nearby. If it weren't for that constant motion she could have sworn that time had stopped, so placid was the feeling the forest evoked in her. Rushing around, attending to the chores of a park ranger one after the other, usually had her too busy to enjoy it, or if she did have a moment Colin or Shawn would be there.

The thought of Shawn, unbidden to her mind, came like a dark cloud passing in front of the sun. There was something extremely off about him, she had found. He was polite, he did the jobs assigned to him without complaining despite having been **** to help out, but underneath she felt something simmering, an ugliness that permeated everything he did. His mother had dropped him off, shamefaced, Shawn's expression blank as she described the indeterminate powder she'd found in his room.

"Just take him," she had said to Colin. "I don't want him hanging around with that scum anymore." Jennifer didn't know what she'd meant by that, but Shawn's eyes had seemed to crackle when she said it. Sally Lewis looked at her son with something approaching fear, before she got back in the car and drove away without a second glance. Colin had looked confused too, but after a few days he didn't seem to care anymore, pleased with the boys performance. He wasn't the type to care about demeanour, only results, rejecting Jennifer's concerns. There had been times she'd caught him looking at her, regarding her body with a cold hunger that sent chills down her spine.

She looked back towards the cabin, suddenly uneasy, realising she'd left two girls entirely in the hands of this man. The blonde ranger stood, something approaching panic igniting inside her as she tore through the woods, suddenly dark and dingy, back towards the cabin. She couldn't believe she'd been so stupid. But then again perhaps it was just her imagination, and she'd find him dutifully performing the task as he did every other one he'd been given.

It wasn't that far to run, but it was uphill, so by the time Jennifer arrived she was flushed and panting lightly, legs burning temporarily. She crept as stealthily as she could towards the building, the windows like eyes watching her approach. She almost couldn't bear to look through one, terrified of being held in the buildings gaze, but she found one with a view of the living room and peered in.

Through the window she could see them on the sofa, Chloe's naked body covered with cum as she sucked vigorously on Shawn. She popped him from her mouth as Jennifer watched, saying something, before Shawn pulled her back onto his cock with a tender hand on her head. Jennifer turned away, blushing and aghast. She couldn't deny the consensuality of what must've been occurring, and while her every instinct told her this couldn't be the Chloe she'd just known, there was no way Shawn could have **** her into fornicating with him so happily. Jennifer couldn't ignore the joyous light in Chloe's face as she serviced Shawn, the sight of a girl so intently pleasuring a man reminding her how long it had been.

With a defeated moan and a wet cunt Jennifer turned back to the boathouse, the sense of unease not quite placated, but her rational mind telling her what she had seen was simply the result of two horny teens left on their own. Resolving never to work with horny teens again, she made her way back down the hill, heart racing, head spinning, and cunt dripping.