Camp Wicapiwakan (OPEN)

[DeeperWater]

For two long weeks, sixty adults will relive their childhood memories in a special adults only camp experience. They had been assigned cabin and team colors. They will roast marshmallows, row canoes, burn pictures into leather belts and generally forgot the stress of the adult world.

From the start, it had been made clear that this is a clothing optional camp experience for open minded adults. A few couples have signed up, but most are singles, eager for fun and companionship. It had also been clear that while the camp owner, Dalton Reynolds was straight, his camp is GLBT friendly and that hatred will not be tolerated. It has also been made clear that no definitely mean not and that any sexual pressure or intimidation will result in being reported to the authorities.

The camp is a beautiful thirty acre facility in upstate New York. It had ten luxury cabins which can hold six adults each, a small lake, an outdoor pool, a tennis court, a crafts hut, an archery range, six small trails, an administration building and a dining hall.

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Name: Dalton Reynolds

Age: 22

Appearance: Dalton is a slender but muscular man standing six feet tall. He has shoulder length brown hair, thick eyebrows, pale piercing eyes and a narrow but handsome face, usually covered in a few days of beard growth. He tends to dress casually in old jeans or cut-off shorts and t-shirts. He very often throws an Hawaiian shirt on over his t-shirt, when he wants to look a big snazzy. There is a U.S. Army dog tag around his neck. He is almost always barefoot, but keeps a pair of flip flops in his old Ford Pickup.

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Sexual Preference: bi, though he is only really attracted to cross dressers and effeminate men

Personality and Story: Dalton grew up attending the campground. His father was the manager for many years. His mother died when he was only a small child. The camp holds some very special memories for him.

He always loved the outdoors and spent most of his time roaming the grounds, even when camp was not in session. He never cared much for sports, but was more into rock climbing, canoeing and bow hunting with his father. His father also taught him a love of guitar and American folk music.

When he was eighteen he joined the army. He served in the transport pool for four years and was honorably discharged. When he came home, he discovered that his father had grown sick and had not told him, because he did not want him to worry.

His father told him that he had been saving for his entire lifetime and had recently managed to buy the camp. He left it to his son as a legacy. Dalton misses his father terribly, but feels close to him at the camp.

OCC: This is a social thread. Come here, in character, to socialize. You must post a photo of your character and at least two full paragraphs about him or her. You should also state your character's sexual preference.

Anyone can join, but if you want to stay in the thread you MUST post two paragraph posts. I do not want to see one line posts or even four line posts. If this is not something you are comfortable with, please do not join. Also, while spelling mistakes happen (when I am around) please at least make your post readable.

Please do not run off with someone, for RL weeks on end, while ignoring the rest of the people around you. Try to meet different people, even those of your own gender (shock!) rather than immediately pairing off. It is not meant as a meat market, but as an actual story. Sure, I am not going to police you and tell you "time is up, so get back to the group", but if your in your third real week of writing about one single session of intercourse, and people are wandering around looking for a conversation, then consider coming up for air.

That is about it. Be polite. Don't troll. Don't be an asshole. Try NOT to post more than 2-3 times per day PLEASE, unless you are in private with someone. Some of us have a life and would like to go out for dinner and a movie without getting left in the dust.

There will be no OCC thread. You can post one or two SHORT sentences at the end of your post, appropriately labeled. PLEASE do <tag> someone if you are talking with them. Please do not over assume the reactions and actions of others in your posts, though you can, if you both agree in OCC, do this on a limited basis.

Lastly, have fun.

 

[DeeperWater]

It was July tenth and Camp Wicapiwakan was open for business. Dalton let out a satisfied sigh. He had been working hard for weeks to get ready for this adults only two week camp. Sure, there had been various other camping groups from church denominations, schools and other organizations, but his was going to be his week.

He remembering being a camper with great fondness. It had been at camp that he had caught his first fish, kissed his first girl, attended his first dance and lost his virginity, to Laura Swanson, up in the hayloft of the stables. He hoped that is was another summer of first for him and his guests. He also hoped that they remembered how to be children. The natural world was a beautiful place. Here at the camp he had maintained a natural setting, but with comfortable cabins, running showers and a laundry room.

The campers had been told to park their cars thirty minutes away and were being brought in school buses, to make their experience more nostalgic. They might all be adults, but he wanted them to remember the excitement of camp they had felt when they were children.

He stood in front of the camp office, waiting to great his new campers. He was wearing a green Camp Wicapiwakan t-shirt, with torn off sleeves, a silver whistle, cut-off jeans and baseball cap with the word Head Counselor emblazoned across it. His feet were bare and the hot stones of the camp road did not seem to bother him much. There was a hug grin on his face, when he spotted the first of the buses.

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[DeeperWater]

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Second-In-Command (Protected NPC)
Name: Mia Anne Norman
Orientation: Bi (has a not quite dead history with Dalton)
Age: 23

Appearance: She is slender and quite tall, even without her cowboy boots. Her body is strong from years of riding and helping out at her parent's ranch, though she has been replaced by her cousins in this role in the past few years. She is not without feminine shape, with small, but well formed breasts, but her friends did used to call her Beef Jerky, during her teenage years. Somehow that never bothered her though. She really doesn't give a crap what anyone things about her.

Mia is from New Mexico, but her father was from New York. He grew up going to camp there and wanted his daughter to share his experience. She has spent two weeks every summer at the camp, since she was ten. She has served as a counselor every summer for years, staying at the camp for the whole summer.

When she is not working at the camp, she lives on her parent's ranch in New Mexico. She writes westerns during her off months, under the name M.A. Norma, and just had her second novel published. She has a B.A. in English Literature and a M.A. in American History. As she often reminds Dalton, she is smarter than him.

 

[Sidney_1]

BUMP. I like this thread idea and while I don't have a specific character in mind yet, I didn't want it to get lost off the first page.

 

[Obzezzion]

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Name: Devon Amos (aka Dev)
Age: 25

Appearance: Despite being biologically male, Dev considers herself a girl in most respects. She's had hair permanently removed from every part of her body except her head and dresses in women's clothes. She is also attracted to men. Standing five-seven in her slender form, her black hair cut short and her eyes very blue, she's quite pale; yet she doesn't stand out in many other respects. She doesn't wear make-up, but she appears to be exactly what she considers herself (a girl) at first glance. On the other hand, her time at camp and five medals (three gold, one silver, one bronze) for professional archery proves she's not a wimp (no matter how girly she is). Tiger lilies are tattooed up her right side. She pulled into the designated parking lot in a red 1983 Jeep of the doorless variety and stepped onto the bus with a bow and quiver and a pink duffel bag; she's presently wearing a pink dress and pink Vans, but she has shorts she'll change into at the camp.

Sexual Preference: Gay

Personality & Story: Devon spent three summers at camp when she was seven, eight, and nine. It got her into archery and she eventually went pro. She started dressing as a girl when she was twelve and dated two guys at fourteen and sixteen, both of whom dumped her when they found out she was biologically male. She finally had a successful relationship with a gay guy (not a cross-dresser, like her) at seventeen, but he moved away for business when she was nineteen (he was twenty-two at the time); she hasn't seen or heard from him since, though she did lose her virginity by him.

Very smart, she got into rock climbing as a hobby and archery professionally in her early twenties but became a secretary to pay the bills. She eventually became a personal assistant, and then an administrative assistant. Unfortunately, she was recently fired by a new admin in her office building for being a gay cross-dresser (though this was never officially cited as a cause, of course). While putting her resume together, the apartment building she was in changed ownership and she was ordered to vacate - forcing her back in with her parents until she could find a new job and a new place to live. This created undue stress on both her and her family, though her gay-hating older brother was thankfully off in New York or somewhere like that running some kind of marketing firm. But after seven weeks, the stress was starting to get to her.

Then she saw a flier for the re-opening of her old camp at a local outdoor cafe while eating a late lunch one afternoon. Deciding that she definitely needed something to seriously de-stress and that this was a good tool for that, she sent in her application and packed up her things. She didn't have much, having sold the majority of her furniture, so packing everything into the Jeep was pretty quick. Her parents didn't like to see her stressed, but they couldn't deny that they were just as happy to see her go as she was.

((Do you want me to continue Dev's story from here, or wait for more people to sign up?))

 

[DeeperWater]

OCC: Thank you for coming to camp. Right now, I am wondering if anyone else is going to join. Your character just got on a bus, so there is not much you could do, unless you posted stepping down from the bus. If you want, I can post tonight after 10 PM Central time. I can put an NPC or two on the bus, for you to interact with. You can also post again before then, if you wish. I may put up another advertisement for this thread. Just to warn you, but I can only post about four times a week, so the pace won't be fast. Also, next week I am going to be really, really busy. I plan to post on my threads, but I may only get one post up, per thread, during that week. Anyway, I look forward to writing with you, I like your character and welcome.

 

[Obzezzion]

The bus ride in was relatively short. It was nothing out of the ordinary as far as a camp was concerned. The driver certainly didn't talk much, and neither did half the campers. The other half all seemed to have private conversations with one another. It was (thankfully) nowhere near as noisy as a bus full of ten-year-olds, something Dev had been bracing herself for since the moment she'd woken up this morning. At least people weren't totally acting like children. It was one thing to relive one's childhood; it was something else to act like a child. Then again, sometimes that was fun, she had to admit...

She didn't really talk to anyone as she sat in the back of the bus, feeling in full the bumps and jerks and turns of the aging diesel. She did say hello to a couple people and one inquired about her archery; he was impressed by her medals, but he was way too old for her. Shave off about thirty years and he might've been cute. But other than that, Dev didn't really talk much. She actually hadn't changed much since her days as a camper: she'd been the quiet one sitting in the back of the bus then, too. She'd also been the quiet kid sitting in the back of the class doodling or staring idly out the window until some self-important teacher had called her attention back to the super-boring class.

Her lack of a large circle of friends hadn't been helpful at camp, but that was where archery had come in - and she was good. It's why she had her medals now. Actually, it was probably the one thing she was really good at in her life: shooting people with pointy sticks launched from a bent tree branch. She had to laugh at herself on that one, but it was basically the truth. As the camp came into sight, though, the laughter faded into a slight smile. It sounded like the camp had everything she remembered it having and more.

Stepping into the bright sunshine made her squint, but she was glad for the fresh air. It had been a bit stuffy on the bus, especially with all those people on board. There were more men than women here and only one couple that she could see, but she wouldn't be surprised if there was more than one couple she hadn't noticed. She had been an administrative assistant until a new employer came in and didn't like the cut of her jib, so to speak, and she was pretty good at judging how many people were in a crowd. But she had to remind herself that she wasn't an admin assistant anymore and this wasn't work; this was supposed to be relaxing, mind. So she slung her bag and quiver over one shoulder and popped her neck as she hefted her medium-weight bow. It wasn't very heavy, really, but some might consider it a little heavy; still, it was a relatively powerful bow and well-made in the traditional style besides - not one of those fancy plastic modern deals.

She waited around with the others until she saw a cute guy she couldn't help but smile at. He didn't seem to notice her, though. He was wearing some kind of green make-shift tank belonging to the camp; he was probably a counselor, but she wouldn't know that for sure until he spoke. If he was, he probably had some kind of neat little speech planned welcoming everyone to a time of good fun and great people, or something like that. She found herself grinning in amusement at the thought.

See? That wasn't so hard. She was relaxing already.

 

[DeeperWater]

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Dalton waited until all of the campers had gotten off the first bus. Some of them still looked a bit uptight, and were texting away on their phones, or obviously checking their messages. He hoped that they would enter into the spirit of camp, and get away, for a time from their digital lives. Others already had sunscreen on their noses and happy expressions which mirrored the children they once were, and hopefully would be again.

He spotted a pretty, short haired lady in a pink dress in the crowd. She made him smile, because she was not dress for camp, in her cut little dress, but she was carrying archery equipment. He just hoped that she had some more appropriate clothing along, or wasn't planning on wearing much clothing. Whoever she was, she was cute as a button, and warranted future investigation.

Mia came to stand next to him, and handed him a bullhorn. She was a tall, athletic woman wearing tight jeans, cowboy boots and a tan tank-top. Her hair was pulled back in a pony tail, tied with a brown shoelace. It was a light brown, but had been bleached by her hours in the sun. She nudged Dalton with her hip.

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"There ya go William Wallace. Give them the freedom speech." She looked as excited as Dalton felt. He replied in a horrible Scottish brogue.

"Aye lass, I'll be showin' 'em the lay o' the lan', boot I dinna ken if these lads and lasses be soldiers, or bankers."

She rolled her eyes at him and made a gagging sound. "Your no Sean Connery, Dalton."

The first group was assembled, so Dalton started in on a speech he expected to repeat a few time. He put the bullhorn to his lips and started his greeting.

"Good morning Camp Wicapiwakan! Are you all ready to have the best summer every?!" Sure, it was pandering, but somethings were tradition. There was a loud, but half-hearted roar from the campers. Some were still on their cell phones, or listening to their Ipods. "I can't hear you! I said, ARE YOU READY FOR THE BEST SUMMER EVER!" This time, the response was heartier and those on the phones, sheepishly put them away.

"I am Dalton, Reynolds, the owner of this camp. I am also the head counselor for the following two weeks. I grew up attending this camp and never wanted anything other than to stay here for ever. I hope that after two weeks, you will feel the same! To my left is the lovely and talented, the rough and ready, Mia Norman! She will be my second in command will personally kick the ass of anyone who does not have fun." Mia shadow boxed a bit beside him. Sure, it was campy and theatrical, but this was camp and it was tradition for the staff to go a little overboard during the opening greeting.

"Now, Before I dismiss you all to your assigned cabins, as assigned to you before hand (1) I want to go over a few ground rules. These are important folks, so listen up! First of all, and you were warned of this, but all phones must be turn into the office! We are hear to camp, not to text our opinions of Paris Hilton's latest scandals. You can visit your phone, in the office, whenever you need to, but it needs to stay there." This caused some murmuring, but no outright rebellion, yet. He was sure they would catch a few rule breakers.

"Secondly, There is no life guard on duty at the lake! If you are going swimming, do not swim alone. If you are taking a boat out on the lake, you must wear a life jacket. I wish it wasn't that way, but our insurance company won't bend on that point."

Mia held up a bottle of suntan lotion in her left hand, and showed it to the crowd. "The lovely Mia is showing you something very important right now! As you all know, this camp is clothing optional." Dalton casually unzipped his shorts and let them fall to the ground, and then pulled his top over his head. He was quite bare, except for the silver whistle around his neck. "You really, really need to cover every area of your body with sunscreen, if you are going to go bare, and covering yourself, by yourself, really isn't easy. I beg you, find a sunscreen buddy, and make sure they pay attention to every part of you, or you will be burnt in places where you wish you weren't!" He held his arms out as Mia liberally applied sunscreen to him, working her way from his back, to his front, along his arms, down his stomach, briefly and impersonally at his tight rear end and penis, and then down his thighs and calves. The whole process took a couple of minutes.

"Thank you Mia. Now, excuse me if I get dressed again, but we need to repeat that last bit for the next bus." Dalton handed the bullhorn off and pulled his shorts back up and put his t-shirt back on, fishing the whistle out of the neck. "Now, there are some rules about going bare, and these you really need to obey. First of all, every part of the camp is clothing optional, except for the dining hall. We do expect you to dress for dinner, and that means you at least need to be wearing a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. This is partially due to local health regulations and partly because Miss Maple, our wonderful kitchen supervisor, isn't into the whole naturism movement, and will refuse to serve you, if she can see your naughty bits. The bathrooms and showers are co-ed, but we expect everyone to act like and adult, and respect the privacy of those taking showers or otherwise using the facilities."

By now, the campers were actually listening. Dalton found himself checking out the girl in the pink dress again, wondering if she liked hiking. "Now for the most important rules, and these deal with relationships. Number one, please do not be a pest! No means no. If someone spurns your advances, do not be an asshole and keep pursuing them! Being naked around other adults, does not mean that everyone who you find attractive will want to screw you! Secondly, we want you to have fun at camp, to flirt, and make friends. You can kiss, embrace, apply lotions, give back rubs, massages and what have you. What you can not do is stop in the middle of a volleyball game and go down on each other, in front of witnesses. If you want to be truly intimate, go back to your bunk, or find a dark corner or a bush. I am sure we will all stumble upon happy couples, and we will wink and look the other way, but let's have so decorum. Not everyone here wants to see you fucking."

He waited until the muttering died down. "Having said that though, we have some special events planned for those who are not so concerned with decorum. These events will be well advertised, so that those who don't want to participate can avoid them. These contests and events will involve some sexy adult fun, where open minded adults can enjoy each others bodies, for ribbons and prizes. In fact, our first such even will be held in the out door amphitheater tonight, two hours before the bonfire, so if you don't want to see what goes on, avoid that area!"

"So, take your maps and follow them to your cabins! Your counselors will be waiting for you." He waved at them all and talked with various people as the filtered past. He, as the head counselor, was not in charge of a cabin, but would be moving between various cabins, keeping the peace and making friends. Tonight he would be staying in Blue Jay Cabin, with Mia. Those in that cabin would wear blue bananas, on what ever part of their body they wished, so that they could be identified in contests.

Mia gave him firm hug and patted his rear end. "I'll see you tonight boss." she flashed him a shit-eater grin, and headed toward her cabin to get her charges settled, before they went off to explore the grounds.

 

[Obzezzion]

Now, bear in mind one thing about Dev: she loved going naked. It felt completely natural to her. What bothered her, though, was people that knew her thinking she was a girl and then getting seriously freaked out the first time they saw her naked. Plus, she was usually just naked around her own apartment. While she certainly had no moral compunctions about going naked here, around the 'rents was another matter entirely. She looked around at the others as this was mentioned, tugging slightly on the partially obscured silver studs in her ears. She didn't wear a lot of jewelry and what she did wear was pretty simple, but it was there and a clear sign that she wasn't entirely male beneath the skin.

But seeing a man already admired for his studliness suddenly drop his shorts right in front of her...she had to look around again to make sure no one saw her blushing, but it seemed she wasn't the only one. By the time he dressed himself again, her usually pale face was a nice shade of red that she tried (unsuccessfully) to hide by casually moving as though to stretch her legs. Instead, what she was doing was slightly obscuring herself behind a couple of random girls near her. She brushed her hair back behind her ears in a typical girlish fashion and watched the rest of the display with interest. She made a mental note to resist the temptation to sneak back when the second bus arrived.

She took a map and found herself handed a blue bandana. Thinking for a moment about what to wrap it around for the next two weeks, she figured the upper thigh was as good a place as any. It wouldn't get in the way there and would probably look very nice besides. For now, she slipped part of it into her dress so that it looked like it was a part of the outfit. It was a nice contrast to the pink, though she wished she could have gotten a green bandana instead. Shame, really. Oh, well. She followed the map well enough and found the cabin unlocked.

The walk itself was a short one, and the beds inside were well-made for being camp-issue. It was a shame there were no hammocks in here, but she wasn't about to request something special. Besides, there was likely a hammock somewhere else in the camp...and her main thing would be the archery and swimming anyway. Maybe even skinny dipping, if she could sneak past the counselors at night. Though, considering the nature of the place, she doubted she'd have to; night swimming was dangerous in a lake or river anyway, and as this was clothing-optional, she wouldn't feel nearly as uncomfortable as she would elsewhere going skinny-dipping.

She closed the door behind her, thankful that she was the first one here. There were no assigned beds, but where you ended up first was probably pretty much where you ended up for the next two weeks. She picked a bottom bunk close to the door to drop her bow and quiver onto. Dropping her bag onto the pillow, she looked around before kicking off her shoes to reveal a pair of pink ankle socks. These she didn't bother to remove, but she did start to pull off her dress. Digging around in her bag, she quickly found a pair of extremely short, hot-pink shorts. She was just sliding them up her legs when she heard the door open behind her.

On the one hand, going commando just felt more natural than wearing panties; so, she rarely wore them. On the other hand, her pale, smooth, round little bottom was exposed for just anyone to look at. She wouldn't have minded, except for who happened to be coming into the cabin right at that moment: her new favorite counselor. She was glancing around without actually turning around as she slid her shorts up her legs. Her plan was to go nude a bit later on; for now, she wanted to check out the camp to see if it was the way she remembered. Plus, she didn't know what was planned for the first day.

((I can change that if you want it to be someone else walking in on Dev at that moment. It is a bit corny, I'll admit.))

 

[DeeperWater]

Dalton had left his shorts and t-shirt in the camp office. The only thing which he now wore was his worn baseball cap, his whistle and a black bandana tied around his neck, cowboy style. The black banana told everyone that he wasn't on a team, per say, but was in charge. Of course, if a team was short of players, he would jump in to make up the extra hand.

He had helped carry some heavier bags to the cabins, chatted up the camp guests and generally gotten a feel for his guests. They all seemed like they were there to have a good time and were looking forward to their experiences. He hoped that they were ready for tonight's game, because it was fun one. Finally, he started to make the rounds of the cabins, to make sure everyone had settled in well.

As Dalton walked into Cabin Blue Jay, the very first thing which he spotted was a cute butt being covered by a pair of shorts, though it still looked tempting, even with the shorts on. His eyes traveled up the butt owner's naked back to spot some interesting tattoos on one side. Finally, his eyes met a cute, pixie face glancing at him over her shoulder. Ah, it was the girl in the pink dress. The day was looking up.

Dalton smiled. "Hey there. I am glad to see your settling in, but Mia was supposed to be here to greet you? Did you see her about?"

 

[Obzezzion]

Great. Now she was blushing again, and not just because she was being eyeballed by the counselor. Well, that was half the reason. The other half was because she just happened to glance down upon seeing his naked chest. She couldn't help but stare for a moment before blinking and turning her head away. At least he wasn't modest, and she didn't mean his personality. She smiled despite her blushing and buttoned up her shorts. As she zipped them up, she replied to his query with a slight shake of her head.

"Not yet, no. Maybe she hasn't gotten this far yet?"

Reaching into her bag again, she pulled out a pink camisole and started slipping it over her shoulders. Despite it being silk, it was incredibly tough; she'd heard it was spider-silk or something, but she didn't really care. It was cute and hard to ruin, and that's all that mattered to her - especially considering she was being a camper again. Finally she slipped her shoes on again and turned around. Her eyes darted downward again, but she said nothing as her eyes darted back up to his own.

"So, I guess you're greeting me instead?" she asked with a friendly smile.

 

[DeeperWater]

Dalton grinned right back. "It looks that way. Just my luck, eh?" He gestured around the cabin. "Well there's not much to show. There is a fire place, if you want one at night. These are a bit better than most camp cabins, if I do stay so myself." He gestured across the square cabin interior, to a small seating area with rustic furniture and a fireplace, which already had logs set up and ready to go. "This is actually my last cabin anyway and I am headed over the set up tonight's games. Wanna tag along, since your fearless leader hasn't shown up yet?"

He kind of hoped that she did, because she was cute as a button, but when you added in that tattoo, it spelled sexy. "Shoot, I'm Dalton, which you probably know, but I don't know your name." He pulled his hat off with one hand and held out the other for her to shake.

 

[Obzezzion]

Dev nodded as she looked about the room, her blue eyes following his hand to the other end of the small cabin. It was a bit spacious, though obviously not suited for major activities unless you moved the chairs to play spin the bottle. Then again, sexy truth or dare was always an option. The problem in her case was finding enough people who were gay, let alone cross-dressers like she was. Her eyes finally (and intentionally, to avoid looking elsewhere) returned to his as he invited her along. She smiled again and was about to respond when he introduced himself properly - as opposed to dropping his shorts in front of everyone. Although, at this point, that would've been kind of moot. She took his hand and shook it.

"Dev."

Such strong hands...she liked strong hands. But as her hand withdrew from his, she shrugged.

"And sure, why not? I've nothing better to do as yet and was just going to take a look around anyway, unless there's some kind of schedule or something I have to follow," she said, grinning.

With that, she turned and shoved her bag under the bunk. Then she stuffed the bow and quiver under her pillow and turned back around.

"Lead the way, fearless leader."

 

[DeeperWater]

Dalton like the feel of her hands. There was the strength and callouses of an archer, but they were still feminine. He glanced over at her and notice that her figure wasn't voluptous, but instead athletic. He assumed that some flexibility could be expected. It was dissapointing that she. Felt the need to cover up, but nudity wasn't mandatory and hopefully she would loosen up.

As they walked, they past groups of campers, many already sans clothing. They waved and greeted him as they past. "Don't forget the games tonight!" He reminded them all, hoping for a good turn out. It was always hard to judge how bold a group of campers they had, until the first adult game was under way. The winning cabin would earn bragging rights and points in the final two week tally.

He pointed out the dining hall as they past it, and the volleyball court in front of it. Some campers were already playing a game in the sand. The camp grounds were green and well tended. Every cabin and building was freshly painted for the summer.

"So Dev, what brings you to camp? I saw the archery equipment and I hope you will go out to the shooting range with me. I am probably not as skilled as you, but I am rather keen. Maybe you could teach me some pointers." Dalton spoke with an easy grin, as he loped along on his weathered bare feet.

 

[Obzezzion]

The fresh air was exactly what Dev needed, no matter what anyone said. The scent of pine, the sound of birds in the distance that weren't the simple squawking of local pigeons, no sounds of traffic and a sky that would open to the stars...how much more perfect could things be here? Above all else, it was isolated and quiet. That might be just the urban cure she was looking for. It was too bad that it was only two weeks, though perhaps she could buy a cabin up in these woods somewhere with her savings. They weren't much, but she could at least put a down-payment on one.

In any event, she nodded at his mention of the various attractions of the place. She wondered if the lake was as cold as she remembered it; it probably was. Such things rarely changed more than a little from season to season. The counselor's mention of archery, however, brought another smile to her face.

Ah, yes...archery. Focusing on that singular point to which she would apply lethal force, forgetting all else, thinking only of the target...thinking only of the kill...the bowstring drawn back, the raising of the oak, the tension of the arrow as the world seemed to hold its breath for that one moment...and then the razor-like cutting of the wind as a shaft flew toward its prey, slamming into it and piercing it like a needle to flesh...

It might seem rather sadistic or blood-thirsty to many, but such a thing was the perfect way to forget one's troubles and focus one's mind. To Dev, it was a beautiful thing. It wasn't something she could really explain in words, though...it was just a feeling, that feeling of being in control, of being powerful for that one moment in time...

It was almost intoxicating.

So she nodded and replied to his query.

"I'd be happy to. Have you had much training with a bow?"

 

[DeeperWater]

D"I shot with the rest of the kids at camp, but it wasn't my thing. It was always to busy sneaking into the girls cabins, or going skinny dipping, to focus on it." He lead her down the trail toward the outdoor ampitheater, where the games were going to be. The maple trees let plenty of light light filter down to the trails. The trail itself was smooth dirt and cleared of underbrush.

Dalton noticed that she had avoided his question about her normal life. Some people were shy thay way though, and there was an entire two weeks to let her loosen up. That was the point of camp. Everyone got to unwind from their modern lives and get in touch with their natural side.

As they neared the clearing with the ampitheater, Dalton noticed a log was down across the path. He bent and tried to shift it, but realized it was to heavy. It was times like these when he wished he carried a cell phone. The grounds crew would need to get down here quickly and take care of the hazard.

He stepped over the log and then turned, holding a hand out for Dev. "Be careful. I wouldn't want a pretty girl like you to break anything." In the back of his mind, Mia's voice accused him of being sexist and threatened to break off his most important branch. Mia never was one to accept that there was anything that a man could do, that she couldn't do better one.

 

[Obzezzion]

Dev wasn't too far off from that herself. She watched as he tried to shift the log himself, but it was clearly a two-man job the moment she saw it. Still, she took his hand even as she rolled her eyes at him. She stepped lightly over the log and landed just as lightly. She'd have to get back into the habit of doing things the natural way, but at least the knowledge was there.

"Wow," she said to him. "Sexist much?"

But she didn't go off on him or anything. There was no point in that; it was just a guy thing. Dev herself refused to accept that she was a dude. In fact, she'd been thinking of getting a partial sex change. Tits were more fitting for someone like her and would give her something to grab into while using a vibrator in her ass instead of ripping the sheets like she usually ended up doing. She'd actually gotten to the point where she just removed the sheets from her mattress. But no vibrators here, so she'd have to rely on others to get her off. That was fine, of course; sex was always more fun with two or more people. But sometimes you just needed some alone time, too.

"And yeah, I used to skinny dip myself when I was at camp. The water was colder than a dog's snout in winter. But it was still fun. I remember sleeping out by the banks a few times, too; just forgot to come in. Then I'd have to rush back to the cabin when I woke up and make sure no one saw me. I ended up hiding in the bushes at least twice," she said with a grin.

 

[DeeperWater]

Dalton put his hand down and grinned, sheepishly. "Who me, sexist? I was just looking for an excuse reach out and touch you." He wiggled his eyebrows at her and swept one had toward the ampitheater. "After you then. If any grizzly bears attack us, I expect to be protected." His mind was filled with images of Dev skinny dipping. "I don't suppose you'd like to go skinny dipping later tonight? It's against the rules, but I wrote the rules. The lake sure is beautiful by moonlight."

The ampitheater was a simple concrete shell about twenty feet high and thirty feet wide, sent out in a clearing in the forest. There was a one foot high stage in front of it, made of weathered wood, and rows of wooden benches facing the stage. A few cardboard boxes were already set out on the stage, filled with props for the upcoming game.

 

[Obzezzion]

She rolled her eyes and smirked at his comment, and then came the comment about the bears. Bears, huh? Well, if it came to that, she'd be running back to her cabin for her bow. But she doubted there was much of a problem with bears in this area; to be honest, most animals left well enough alone if they were in turn left well enough alone. It was true that black bears could climb trees and many bears sought out camps looking for food, but Dev - despite it being a long time ago - remembered hearing nothing at all about bears except one summer when one close to the campgrounds. Emergency procedures were put into play - curfew, buddy system, and all that good stuff - but nothing ever happened.

"A bear attacks us and you're on your own, buddy-boy. All that muscle, you'll make some nice bait."

The ampitheatre was hardly impressive, but it was large enough to hold a very high number of people. It had never been filled to capacity when she was there and doubted it had at all in its history. She personally thought the stage should have been made of stone like the rest - benches, too - so as to avoid weather problems. But she said nothing about it; it was tradition. It had been wood back then, too. His comment about skinny dipping diverted her attention, though.

"We'll see," she said with a smile. "I have yet to see the rest of the camp. I'm curious about how much it's changed."

 

[DeeperWater]

Dalton jumped up on the stage and reached into one of the cardboard boxes. "If you don't mind helping me set out the game, I'd welcome the help. After that, we can see if we can find where your group wandered off to. As fun as it is having you to myself, I am not sure Mia would like me kidnapping one of her campers on the first day."

He pulled a stack of little orange cones out of the first box, followed by a carton of eggs, a couple cans of Ready Whip, some heavy plastic rings and various other items. The adult summer camp had only been going for two years now, but the adult relay was already a tradition. Eacg team had to finish a variety of task, while running back and forth between two line. The tasks were all adult in nature, such as putting a pair of panties on a team mate using only your mouth or using whipped cream to excite a team mate and then throwing rings at his erect penis.

 

[Obzezzion]

For Dev, it was a first-time thing. She hadn't been to the first two summer camps and had only learned about this in its third year running by accident. But she was glad to be here and opened up one of the boxes with a shrug. She blinked at the contents, but said nothing; it was supposed to be an adult event, after all, so she just pulled out a couple manufacturer cartons of panties of multiple colors and set them aside. There were boxes of colored rings as well, all of them in varying sizes, and there was a box filled with some kind of compressed balloons. When she looked at the picture on them, she blushed. It was a package of three inflatable chairs, only with dildos attached, There was a sticky note on the box that read 'Prizes'. Apparently, someone was going to win one of these.

She put the box aside and started digging through the other stuff.

"You certainly have an interesting event planned. I might just attend. Do you allow spectators, or is participation mandatory?"

She wasn't about to do something she wasn't comfortable with, and she had no idea what all was planned for this event. But from the look of the contents of her box and that of the counselor near her, it was going to be some kind of...sex olympics.

 

[DeeperWater]

"Na, you don't have to play if you don't want to. I'm the referee, so I don't play unless there are uneven sides or something. Still, ever cabin has to have two people play, if they are going to get any points out of it." He grinned at Dev and put a ring on either side of his head. "Mickey Mouse."

He jumped up and started arranging the stage into lanes, using the cones. He also placed items on either end, making sure that each station was even. After a few minutes, the event was set up. "Well, that's about it I suppose. Why don't we head on back. The trail circles around and I can show you the archery range and the crafts hut on the way back to your cabin."

Dalton was getting really excited. His camp was full of campers and there was two full weeks of fun ahead of him. He lived for this.

 

[Obzezzion]

It seemed that the counselor was far more excited than Dev was relaxed. Then again, Dev had only just gotten here. He was probably anticipating all kinds of juicy sex with lots of people over the next two weeks - including her. Granted, she wouldn't mind putting her lips to that sexy meat of his and couldn't help but glance at it as he jumped up. Once she set the things in her box off to the side and put the boxes on the ground next to the stage, she turned to follow him.

"Cool. It'll be nice to get a refresher tour," she said with a friendly smile.

The one really good thing about the camp grounds was that the paths were really easy. They had to be for the kids' sake, she knew. On the other hand, there were a lot of hiking, biking, and fishing trails throughout the woods surrounding the camp grounds and not all of them were anywhere near as easy as the trails in the camp; some were actually off-limits to the campers because of the difficulty in traversing them. But as adults, there would likely be far fewer restrictions regarding the trails; of course, the buddy system would probably still be enforced. It was never smart to go alone into the wilderness - unless you were an Army Ranger or something.

 

[DeeperWater]

Dalton chatted with Dev as they walked along the trail and made their way back to the main grounds of the camp. He found Dev to be a bit shy and quiet, but he was still enjoying her company. He had always been outgoing and assertive. It was part of what made him a good camp manager. Sometimes shy people just needed someone to push them a little and help them become a part of things. Sometimes people like him needed to learn to enjoy a companionable silence too, he supposed, but it had never been his strong suit.

They walked by the archery range and the craft hut and finally approached the cabins. Mia was standing on the cabin porch, fiddling with a clip board. She was nude now, except for her cowboy hat and whistle, and had wrapped her banana around the brim of her hat. She spotted Dalton and Dev walking up and raised an eyebrow.

"Have you been pouching my campers again Dalton? You know what we do to rustlers 'round these parts, don't you?" She was playing up her Western accent and glaring at him, but had a twinkle in her eye. "Can't say as I blame you though. Watch out for this one. He has a sweet tooth and loves to try to like to the center of a girl's lollipop, but he'll break your heart if you take him seriously." She was only half joking, but their ill fated romance had been over for a few years and now they were good friends. Mia still was half serious. This girl looked to sweet and innocent from someone like Dalton and she would hate to see her get hurt.

 

[Obzezzion]

The archery range was a pretty decent one and would likely get a lot of use over the next two weeks. The craft hut had a couple people in it, but they weren't doing anything more than she was just yet - having a look around. There were already a couple people checking out the entrance to the trails just beyond the camp, and a few people were nude; there were some that were clothed like she was, however, clearly not yet ready to display themselves in all their glory before the entire camp. She could definitely empathize with that, though she was working her way up in her mind to stripping and joining the nude masses. She wondered what he would think; it would certainly prevent him from wanting any further contact with her, assuming he was straight - and it seemed that he was.

But maybe that was just a hunch. Hunches could be wrong sometimes.

Ah, but there was the counselor supposedly in charge of her cabin at last. She had a nice form, very athletic, and certainly had enough of a rack to please the boys. It certainly seemed to please this boy, anyway. But as she spoke, Dev smiled at her in amusement.

"Good to know," she replied, playfully eyeing the man as though he were going to lick her lollipop right then and there.