Summer Camp

I went to a camp the summer I was eleven. There were many activities and that afternoon I went horseback riding. There were several kids, a female chaperone and a man who was the wrangler. Along the way I had to pee but by the time we stopped I had peed my pants. I was embarrassed and I saw the wrangler staring at me, at my wet pants.

Every day I saw him looking at me, staring at my pants, my crotch. The more he stared the feelings between my legs got stronger and I noticed my panties were wet. I liked it and stared back into his eyes. We were out playing volley ball in gym shorts. He looked at me and grabbed his crotch and moved his head like calling me.

When the game was over I stayed back to help with balls. He stood beside the boat house looking at me, when I looked at him he grabbed his crotch and smiled. I smiled back. That evening after dinner he was beside the dormitories when I left the dining hall. He called me over and told me he wanted me to see something.

We went to boat house and he closed the door and kissed me. He touched me, at first gently and then he poked his finger into my vagina. His kiss and finger felt good. He took my shorts off and kissed my panties as he pulled them down. His kisses on my naked lips, his tongue opening my lips as my legs opened wider and wider. He stood up and lowered his pants and his penis split ne open digging deeper into me. When he was done he kissed me on the mouth and told me to keep quiet about us.

That's why the summer I turned twelve is forever in my memory.