His Bunk

Claudia kept Sam close as they walked down the path down toward the bunks. Every few feet she would slow down just enough to let the top hard-on press up against her ass. By the time they made it back to the circle, his rock-hard boner was sliding up and down her unitard like a hot dog in a bun.

She turned back to whisper in his ear. "I don't think you have time for arts and crafts," she said. "And I can't wait another minute..." She grabbed his cock and gave a long, slow stroke through his shorts. "Where can we go?"

"W, Well," Sam said, "the only place I know is my bunk. I have no idea whether or not it'll be empty."

"That's ok," she said, steering them toward the bunk. "In fact, I wouldn't mind if we made a friend or two."

That was all the convincing Sam needed. He took the lead and walked her into bunk number five.