Ingrid Massage

Of course Ingrid's on the list. You are a horny person and you are at peace with it. You have been this way ever since a girl brushed past you while you were working at a bake sale at school. Why was it that moment that you decided to notice girls, and your cock decided to be insatiable all the time?

It just happened that way. That night you remembered that girl in her jeans. Her butt barely brushed you, but your cock was hard and it didn't take you long to figure out the rest.

Almost any girl can turn you on, usually without even trying. Ingrid's different. You noticed her the minute you got to this camp. Her impossible soft and curvy body caught your eye, and so did her perfect blonde hair. She's an angel, and this morning you woke up with your usual steel-rod erection and rushed to the bathroom to jerk off, thinking of the glance you had of Ingrid last night when she changed into her nightshirt. You came hard enough thinking about her that your knees knocked together, and you missed the toilet bowl completely, shooting cum all over the wall. You barely had the strength to clean it up.

That's how you feel about Ingrid, but you can't stop her from coming in here and getting a massage.

You just have to be an adult.

Ingrid always looks pleasant, but a little nervous. You don't know why. Tonight she's got on a crewneck sweatshirt and shorts, nothing sexy, but just a few inches of her creamy thighs are enough for you.

You hand her a towel and point her to the locker room.

"Thank you," she says. Her English is horrible and her accent is so cute.

You go to the massage room to wait and think about math.

Ingrid comes in carrying the towel, wearing nothing but her panties. You figured she'd wear it because you would have worn it, but maybe this is the correct way. You don't know the rules of massage.

She doesn't seem shy, but she's Swedish. Don't they all sit around naked in saunas together? She seems comfortable with her body, and you would be comfortable if that was your body, because it is crazy.

Her boobs are huge and perfect, and her plain, white underwear is too cute for words. So is she, and she's exhausted. You can't help but notice that she is soft. She isn't as toned and sporty as you and most of the other girls, and running has to be pretty hard with those breasts to carry. They must weigh a ton.

She tiredly climbs onto the table, and you position the towel to cover her. You're supposed to move it a bit at a time to just reveal the part of her that you're working on, and that's a smart idea. You don't want to see much of Ingrid, even though you just saw a lot of her.

You have to do this and do it right. She is very tired. Does she need a firm sports massage, or a gentle, relaxing one?