Walter looks for a way out

Walter gratefully accepted the cold beer from the cooler near the welcome pavilion. The first sip tasted like salvation—bitter, crisp, and familiar. He drank deeper than he probably should have, hoping the **** would dull the chaotic mix of hormones and memories flooding Alison’s body. It helped a little. The buzz settled his nerves just enough for him to look around properly.

He needed distance from Jack. Being this close to his old drinking buddy while his new pussy kept getting wetter every time the man moved was too much. Walter wasn’t sure he could survive a full week like this without cracking.

The camp was busier than he expected. Naked bodies of all shapes and ages lounged, played, and socialized under the sun. But the crowd was heavier on older men than he’d hoped—plenty of creepy-looking guys in their fifties and sixties with lingering stares that made his skin crawl. Too many of them, he thought, shifting uncomfortably as another breeze teased his stiff nipples.

“I’m gonna look around a bit, explore the place,” Walter said in Alison’s voice, trying to sound casual. “Catch up with you guys later?”

Hannah smiled warmly. “Of course, sweetheart. Have fun. Just stay within the main areas for now.”

Jack pulled him into a quick, affectionate hug before he could step away. Their bodies pressed together—Walter’s soft, perky breasts and flat stomach flush against Jack’s warm, muscular chest and abdomen. And then he felt it: the thick, heavy weight of Jack’s cock brushing firmly against his lower belly, skin on skin. A helpless little sigh escaped Walter’s lips before he could stop it, breathy and unmistakably needy.

Jack paused for half a second, but thankfully said nothing. He just gave Walter’s back a pat and released him with a grin. “Don’t wander too far, kiddo.”

Walter nodded quickly and slipped away, heart pounding. His pussy was soaked now, a slick trail threatening to run down his inner thigh as he walked. Fuck. Get it together.

He scanned the area, unsure where someone Alison’s age would even hang out. Most of the younger crowd seemed scattered.