KD - Chapter 6

Working is still hard. You feel emotionally prepared, but you’re just too spoiled. Jobs pop up on your phone, and you hurry around the camp nonstop, taking care of things. You mop floors, clean up messes, and feel bad for the groundskeepers. You are lucky you didn’t get hired as one of them. It’s not like mowing grass and taking care of outdoorsy stuff isn’t cool, it’s just really hot out here. And bright. Fortunately, no one seems to mind if you wear sunglasses.

Tiffany said that all the players were horny idiots, but they’re pretty focused on their practice activities. FUTA is getting popular, and no one wants to lose the next game. You keep a wary eye out for Riley, who still doesn’t know you’re here. You catch a glimpse of her, playing with her team, dashing around the field in her too-tight, unnecessarily sexy practice uniform, bulge and all. She’s red-faced and sweaty from exertion, but glowing. She looks really happy. That makes you smile.

But soon enough it’s dark, practice is over, but work is not. You finish putting clean towels in all the rooms at the beautiful Lodge in the woods, then head back to camp, checking your phone.

You’ve been assigned to the sauna again. You aren’t proud of it, but you were kind of hoping that you would be. Trying not to act too excited, you get the right cleaning stuff and go to the fitness center and spa. It’s getting late, and the camp is slowing way down. A few workers like you are still hustling around, but it’s quiet out. And dark.

In the fitness center, you see that the sauna light is still on. You take a deep breath, then go and open the door.

“Housekeeping,” you chirp.

It’s her. Her name is Tia. Her husky body is covered with a sheen of sweat, and her chubby cock is soft between her thighs. She’s leaning back with a towel on her head, totally relaxed, but she looks up when you come in.

“Hi,” she says.

Still with the late-night sauna sessions.

“Hi. Is it OK if I clean?”

“Course. I’m the one that’s not supposed to be here this late. Just don’t tell anyone.”

“OK.” You bring your cart in. Time to put it all to the test. You left home, took a job, did all this—you can’t do all that for nothing. It’s time to find out. “Hey,” you say, fanning yourself with your hand. “Is it going to bother you if I take this off? I still have a lot of work tonight, and I don’t want to be all gross.”

“No problem,” Tia replies, unconcerned.

“Great. Thanks.” You pull your shirt over your head, exposing your bra. Tia does a good job pretending not to notice, but the mask slips when you pop the clasp on your bra and take that off too. She can’t help but notice that, and her body shifts as your breasts pop free, jiggling. Sometimes having big boobs is a hassle. At times like this, it’s an asset. You wrap your bra in your shirt and stow it in the cart, then turn your back on Tia and bend over to slide down your shorts, leaving your underwear on.

You weren’t sure this was going to happen, and you didn’t bring much cute underwear. Tonight it’s just blue, cotton, hipster panties. In a second they’ll be all sweaty, but something tells you that Tia doesn’t care. You keep your panties on and get to work.

You’re much better at acting cool than Tia is. You work for several minutes before you steal a glance. She’s covered her eyes with her towel.

You get up and put more cleaner on your rag, then walk right up to her.

“This better not be mold,” you say. She moves the towel, looking surprised. You put your knee on the bench right beside her and reach up and past, your breasts dangling right in her face as you wipe the wall. “I swear to god. Excuse me.”

“No problem,” she replies. You love seeing someone who isn’t shy suddenly acting shy.

Tia doesn’t know that there was no mold there. You stand up and look down at her. She’s got the towel in her lap now, covering her erection. You snatch it away, and she looks startled.

“You aren’t going to make a mess in here after I leave, are you?” you ask, pretending to be annoyed.

“What? No. Give me that.”

You look at her suspiciously. “You are.” You roll your eyes. “Fine. Here.” You kneel in front of her, and now that you’re this close, you can smell her arousal. Her penis is chubby and has a thick, squiggly vein just bulging from the underside. The head is fat and red.

“Do you mind?” you ask, giving her a deadpan look.

She licks her lips. “Sure,” she says, parting her legs to give you access. There it is. There’s the horny dumbass kicking in. Tiffany wasn’t wrong.

You put both hands on her cock, massaging it all over. It’s so cute that you just want to feel it. You ignore her sharp little breaths. She doesn’t have a belly, exactly, just a nice layer of fat over her abdomen that jiggles a little, but still takes the shape of a six-pack when she tenses. You pinch her foreskin and roll it between your fingers, then stroke the shaft, looking curiously between her legs. You’ve seen Riley, sure, but never examined her up close before. It’s so weird!

But interesting… she’s wet down there too, and her tiny clit is starting to peek out.

Firmly and quickly, you roll her foreskin up and stroke, squeezing with one hand. Now she’s leaning back with her eyes closed, breathing through her mouth rhythmically like a woman giving birth. It’s a little noise she makes and a jerk from her stomach that warns you.

You have the towel ready, and you push her penis into it, catching the thick, milky cum that gushes out. You keep squeezing it until it finally stops. Well, it doesn’t stop contracting, but there’s nothing coming out now.

You ignore her sexy moans and stare in wonder at the amount collected in the towel. It’s a lot.

“Oh god,” Tia gasps, sagging on the bench.

You stand up and throw the towel in the laundry bag on your cart.

“No messes,” you tell Tia sternly, wagging your finger at her. She gazes up at you, dazed, like you are some angel of mercy.

You put your clothes on and leave without another word to her.

Dear Diary,

It’s your girl. Tiffany was right about everything. I showed some skin to that girl when I was cleaning the sauna, and it was like she was hypnotized. Was Riley like that? I guess she was. It makes me feel bad about all the times I walked around naked or whatever, but she probably didn’t care about that because I’m her sister. Anyway, I gave a handy to a FUTA player tonight. Literally my second night here. She was so cute because she did not know what was going on, and after she came she looked like she was going to pass out. Maybe because she jizzed so much. It looked like enough to fill a soda can. Very cute. I want a stress ball just like her cock. I just love touching it. Actually, I wouldn’t mind touching the rest of her because that thickness just wants to be touched, but tonight I had to tease and let her be the horny one. Show her who’s in charge. I bet that chick keeps coming back to the sauna at night. Now I need to get off, but I have like three more jobs to do. I wish I could draw a crying emoji.

I might seriously hook up with this chick. I, your girl, with another girl. Better not tell Mom about this.