Escape from the Camp

We each held a mug of coffee in our hands. The volleyball camp to which we took our respective daughters started early in the morning, so the coffee was necessary. We quietly rode the elevator together down three floors to where the camp was to take place. Her blue-green eyes looked fatigued, like those of a parent ran ragged by their kid’s schedule. Happens to us all at some point, I suppose. Too many hours focused on our kids and not enough on our own needs can take its toll. Coffee and strangers you meet at random camps, clinics, and competitions become your connections.

She must have been on her second or third cup of coffee, plus a dose of sleep deprivation, as she spoke quickly, rapidly asking questions and answering some without me giving a response.

“Hi, I’m Jillian,” she said holding out a hand. I took it into mine firmly, but without the crush, I might offer a colleague. “Jason,” I said.

“How long was your drive?” she said, as our kids hurried towards the courts.

“Two hours,” I said.

“Mine too!” I said. And then Jillian rambled on about the beautiful sunrise and the deer she had seen near the highway and about the camps she had attended with her daughter that summer. She only paused to breathe and drink more coffee. I pretty much stood there nodding my head and interjecting when she actually waited for an answer to a question. She was a bundle of vibrating energy bound by her athletic frame and muscular legs, which were constantly in motion. Pure…energy.

“My husband travels a lot for work,” she said unsolicited. It was a thunder-clap on a clear day. An unattached statement in the middle of a string of unattached statements. Yet this odd declaration felt different from the other string of statements Jillian had made. It was then I realized that the difference this time was that she had stopped talking. As soon as she said that her husband traveled a lot for work, she ceased her ramblings. And that’s when I realized she was looking at me…expectantly.

“Oh…uhm…” was the sum total of my brilliant response. Jillian seemed to like that response because she smiled broadly, a dimple creased her left cheek and her eyes lit up. I really thought it was just the coffee but there was meaning in the smile that brightened her eyes.

“He has been gone for two months already and won’t be home for another three, maybe four more weeks.”

“Wow that’s, uhm, a lot of work for you,” I said. “I mean you’re doing all this stuff for your daughter while he’s gone, and you’re working a busy full-time job and traveling.”

“You actually heard all that?” she said appearing stunned.

“Well, yah,” I said. “I mean I just listened is all”

“Yes,” she said. “You actually did listen.” The implication being that nobody, particularly the absent husband, listened. Maybe he was too busy. Maybe it’s just that savage efficiency couples get when they are together long enough. Regardless, the fact that I actually knew what she had said seemed to strike her as tender, kind.

“You know I’m thinking of running to the grocery store to buy my daughter a sandwich for their lunch break,” said Jillian. “You should come with me.” Jillian’s eyes stared at me full of implication. There was a small smirk in the way she grinned, a knowing smile. The coffee cup near her lips failed to hide her bottom lip being gently bitten between her teeth.

I followed Jillian to her SUV. She did not talk the entire time we walked to it, which was, of course, quite unusual. But Jillian walked hurriedly and I had trouble keeping up. I realized that part of this was due to her long-strides, those of a runner. She had mentioned she ran half marathons so walking fast was a natural stride for her. I watched her ass move under her tennis skirt and watched her calves flex with each step. I felt my cock swell inside my shorts. I placed a hand on my erection, as I climbed into the passenger seat, hoping to not reveal my arousal for her just in case my perception of what was about to happen was wrong. Still, I was certain she could see my heart thumping through my tee-shirt. I was positively anxious, excited.

Jillian seemed to glance at my well-positioned hand as she got into the SUV, but she didn’t say anything. In fact, she didn’t say much during the three-minute drive to a secluded county park on the outskirt of town.

“Seems we missed the grocery store,” I said, as she parked the car under a giant oak tree.

“It really gets lonely when he’s gone,” Jillian said in a whisper, as if someone could possibly hear. Her voice shook as the words caught in her throat. Her blue-green eyes looked into mine, soft and needy. They quietly begged for the attention she so badly desired. She trembled, anxious. But she leaned toward me hopeful that I would respond.

I leaned closer to her. Our faces were only inches apart. I could smell her sweet perfume. I licked my lips and she slowly tilted her head to the side. I rushed forward with my hand wrapped around the back of her head and I pressed my lips to hers. Her lips tasted watermelon sweet and she kissed with hunger. I could hear her breathing hard and she softly moaned while we kissed.

Jillian released her lip-lock on me and grabbed my hand. “C’mon,” she said. “Let’s get in the back.” We left the front of the SUV and climbed in the back. The back seat was already laid out flat and there were blankets and pillows strewn about.

“The girls slept back here on the way in this morning,” she said, closing the door behind her. I barely had the door closed behind me before she rushed my direction and wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her mouth to mine. We rolled into the blankets and pillows, our hands exploring.

Jillian’s fingers were immediately fumbling with the buttons in my shirt and my fingers slid up the back of her muscular thighs. I could feel the curves of her hamstrings, lean and strong from her years of running. She breathed heavily between kisses while out clothes loosened and were tossed to the side of the SUV.

I intertwined my fingers with hers and let my lips explore the curve of her neck and then her breasts. My tongue traced her tits and flicked her erect nipples. She moaned loudly and pressed her naked hips towards mine. I felt her pussy push tight against my thigh. She was so hot and wet, ready for my thick cock, which felt so good pressed between my stomach and her muscular thigh that it instinctively flexed.

Jillian moved her hips under me. Her breathing was ragged, eager. I felt our bodies sweat and the smell of her perfume grew stronger as the temperature rose in the back of the SUV. I wrapped an arm under her waist and she lifted her hips. She trembled as she sucked her lips to mine. Jillian moaned at the touch of my cock-tip against her pussy. Her body shook as if an orgasm might already be underway. I slowly slid inside and Jillian’s body seized. She froze with her hips mid-air and her shoulders pressed to the blanket-bed underneath her. I could feel her pussy flexing around my cock while her climax raged inside.

When Jillian’s body released her from its climax I thrust inside her. I interlaced my fingers with hers. I took each nipple in my mouth with a gentle bite and suck before going to the next one. My hips rolled into hers and she met me each time with a thrust of her own. Jillian’s strong legs wrapped around my lower back and it felt as if she locked her ankles there. With her legs she pressed me down into her and held me there. She moaned loudly and small tear trickled her face. The explosion inside must have felt enormous. Her face contorted and she could barely breathe. I held my hips tight to her and felt my cock tip flexing inside. It had become sensitive and was coaxing me to my own orgasm.

Instinctively, Jillian released her lock on my hips and spread her legs wide. “Fuck me, Jason,” she said. “Fuck me hard!” I felt the entire SUV move with the force of my thrusts. Each time I was deep inside, Jillian sounded as though she were having a constant orgasm. Her breathing was practically non-existent and her body shook uncontrollably. I felt my tip flex wide and my mind zeroed in on the sensation of her body against mine, of the taste of her lips, her skin. I warned her that I was close and Jillian begged me to cum.

“Now, Jason! Now, baby!” With a rush, my body released its orgasm. Jillian squealed and came with me. Our bodies tensed and released in rhythm and the SUV filled with our moaning and panting voices. Both of our bodies were sweaty and we laughed at how good we felt. Her muscular legs trembled as we lay there.

We did finally get sandwiches for our daughters. And the camp was a success for them as well. Jillian and I shared a knowing, longing handshake in the presence of our girls as we said our goodbyes and thanked each other for spending time together during the day. Jillian reminded me that there were a handful of camps coming up to which she thought I should bring my daughter. I assured her that I would get them on my schedule.