My brain used to have a flowing imagination that was effortless and almost endless. Learning to work with my brain, instead of against it, took a lot of time and I'm still trying to learn everyday...because I know I'll never be a finished product. Nothing I say is meant to seem like it's coming from an expert source. I know I'm an amateur and my erotica attempts are often just erotica's version of laughably bad poetry. All I'm doing right now with this is seeing if writing and posting and reading helps spin my brain into the good form of overdrive that I rarely feel anymore.

"I'll meet you back here in ten minutes, maybe less? Depends how quick those scoundrels finish up getting ready for bed," she said, while looking around the corner of the bunkhouse.

"Sounds perfect! Most of mine are already done and tucked in, but you know how long Leroy takes. I'll grab some towels....probably don't even need a flashlight with the full moon shining like that! Suppose I'll see you soon for our little skinny dip in the moonlight, babe," he said, trailing off at the end as Valerie pulled the center of her shirt lower with every word he said. "Plus I can see you've got the high beam pokies on....so there should be know need for extra lights out there. Might I give them a pinch before and after we're in the water?"

"I'd be seriously disappointed if you didn't," she said with that always familiar look, half devilish and half naughty with little to no room left for niceties.

After they stared at each other silently for a few seconds, obviously playing out the sexual savagery that was on the way for them, they both turned and went to their separate tasks to finish their counselor duties for the night. Campers scurried out of the bathroom building and quickly went their separate ways to the long boy and girl bunkhouse buildings, followed by the small group of counselors looking like human shepherds getting their flock in for the night.

After the usual hilarity of getting twenty some boys and twenty some girls to "sleep" for the night, all but one male and one female counselor made their way out of the bunkhouses for the feelings of no camper sweet freedom. Most counselors made their way to the counselor cabin for the usual rounds of cribbage and beer pong, but Scott was making his way to the back corner of the bunkhouse with towels in hand. As he rounded the corner, he first saw the unmistakable curve of Valerie's ass while she was bent over grabbing something on the ground. Her shorts were not "tight shorts" necessarily, but bent over like that they stretched tight against the warmest parts of her. Her gorgeously pale thighs staring at him from both directions, and her perfectly round ass begging for a gentle smack...she turned around quicker than he expected and started laughing.

"Well good grief....not only did you take so long I had to resort to agate picking, you dropped our towels in the dirt ya shmuck," she exclaimed while chuckling and punching his shoulder.

"Whadaya mean??" he asked. Completely unaware he'd dropped the towels while staring at her perfection from behind. "Ope!! You more or less put me in an agate picking related trance just there...let's take these dirty towels down to the lake and get a bit dirty ourselves."

"Whatever you say, Mr Cheez It with the cheesy line there," she said, still chuckling. Valerie stepped just ahead of him and bent down to pick the towels up, using her waist as the axis point. In that same agate picking pose as before, Scott looked down to see that same tightly stretched fabric, so close to the fabric between his legs that was starting to stretch as well. Perhaps the heat of that moment wound up in his head, but Scott found himself growing even more when he realized he could feel the heat coming off Valerie as she pushed back into him...his hardening tip pushing right into her.

"Oh whoops!" she said, clearly grinning. He couldn't literally see her face but he knew her well enough he could "see" her face through her words and how she sounded. "I was just reaching down for the towels but now I see there MIGHT be an agate or two....this could take a second." As she finished the sentence, she changed her stance for better support and pushed back even further into his now throbbing problem as the invisible grin of hers drove him wild.

"If there's no agate to be found down there, then I might just have to give you a light spanking for false advertising of some sort," he said, now grinning himself and digging into her hips with his fingers.

"Oh! Well in that case I suppose I should just stop looking so we can get to the good part even sooner!" He dug his fingers in even further as she said that and she let out a small, muffled moan that sent a shiver down the tip of Scott's cock, causing him to push into her this time.

"The way this agate hunt is going, we may wind up soaked before we even take a dip in the lake!" he said, jokingly. Landing a gentle, loving smack on her right ass cheek as he said it. "And that's just the forewarning spank....bit more gentle than what we might get into if no agate is found shortly...."

"Maybe I didn't officially say, but I already stopped looking so you better just get to it and be sure you give both cheeks some love. See how wet you can make me before we rinse off in the lake."

End Part 1

Like I said at the start....I know this isn't great reading material. I'm just trying to get the brain moving and get back closer to some parts of my old self that I miss a lot. I hope everyone out there amongst the various realms has a bright, warm day. Enjoy yourselves in every way you want to. You deserve to have the things you want to have.