Massaging Carol (Joey’s perspective

After check in, I walked back to Carol cabin with her. I was pretty excited. I knew that I would turn this massage into so much more. Before we got to the door, Carol whispered, “Shit. My roommate is already in bed. We have to be so quiet: no noise.”

I nodded, and followed Carol into the cabin. I held the door so it softly shut. The cabin wasn’t too dark, and we could see enough to walk around. Carol motioned for me to turn around so she could get undressed. I reluctantly turned, and surveyed the room. The bed on one side of the room was occupied with a long body covered in blankets. I could see bright red hair resting against the pillow.

I heard a squeak of the floor, and turned around just in time to see Carol’s backside as she crawled under her covers in bed—topless in a thong that made her fat ass look fantastic. She laid face down on her bed, and pulled the blanket up far enough to cover her legs and ass, but left her back exposed. She pointed to her table with a bottle of coconut oil.

I applied some to my hands, then bent over her body and got to work. The trick is to give a legitimate massage—no ulterior motives—working out the tension in her shoulders, the stiffness of her neck, the strain of her back. Carol sighed softly as I massaged her muscles. I could feel her relax in my hands. I just hoped she didn’t fall asleep on me.

As I massaged her lower back, Carol shifted then grabbed the blanket and threw it off her legs, revealing her juicy ass and thick thighs. I took the invitation and applied more oil. I started with her thighs, then worked my way down, massaging her calves then giving a lot of attention to her feet. Then I worked my way back up, and I’ll admit my massage became a little less professional when I squeezed her thick ass cheeks in my hands. Fuck she has a nice ass, seriously it was probably the best at camp. I made sure to take advantage of it, really enjoying it in my hands.

Finally I went in for the kill, my hands massaged the inside of her luscious thighs. My thumb rubbed against the warm wet fabric of her thong. A moan escaped Carol before she buried her face in her pillow. I did it again, except this time I moved her thong to the side, and slipped my thumb between her plump lips, and rubbed down her wet hot pussy.

One hand kept massaging her ass, spreading the cheek, so my other hand had room to properly finger fuck her. I plunged my middle finger deep inside her, and massaged her textured interior. She was loving the fingering. Her soft little moans were making my dick hard.

Finally she grabbed my arm, and pulled my head down to her face. She whispered, “I want you to fuck me. Go grab a condom from my bag in the bathroom.”

Oh fuck yeah. I stood up, and Carol reached down and took off her thong. She tossed it to me, and I caught it, and stuff it into my pocket. (Never turn down a memento.) I turned, and found the bathroom. I walked over. Unlike the rest of the cabin, it was actually too dark to see in the bathroom. Stupidly I turned on the light before closing the door. The light from the bathroom flooded the cabin, particularly shining on the freckled face of Carol’s roommate. Fuck! I shut the door quickly. Too quickly. I slammed the door shut in an explosion. God damn it. Maybe it didn’t wake the roommate.

I looked around the bathroom, and found the bag Carol mentioned. It was filled with a variety of condoms—for her pleasure, for his pleasure, ribbed, studded, spermicide lined, Durex, Trojans, and finally the ones I was looking for Magnum XXL. I thought about putting it on right then, but then decided against it. Maybe Carol wanted to blow me a little first before I fucked her.

I opened the door and stood face to face with a redhead who was only a few inches shorter than me. A ridiculously pretty face despite the lack of makeup. She asked, “What are you doing in our cabin? It’s against the rules for a male to be in the female cabins.”

I answered honestly, “Carol invited me.” I pointed to Carol, who was lying in bed, covered in blankets, her head on the pillow, eyes closed, pretending she was asleep. What the fuck.

The pretty redhead wasn’t convinced, “Carol’s asleep. And I heard you rummaging around in our bathroom. What were you looking for?”

Before I can answer, she looks down at my pocket, and grabs Carol’s thong that is dangling out. “Oh my god! Did you sneak into our cabin while we were sleeping to steal our dirty underwear!? What a fucking creep! Get the fuck out of here!”

She started pushing me out. I yelled, “Carol! Stop pretending you’re asleep! I wasn’t on a 1980s movie panty raid! Carol tell this bitch you invited me in, and wanted to fuck!”

The roommate really did not like being called a bitch, and really put a lot of **** into her last shove that sent me out the cabin door, and down the steps. Picking myself off the ground, I yelled through the window, “I’m keeping this condom Carol for when we fuck later when your bitch roommate isn’t around.”