Peter Jensen - A husband_s hobby

"You know what, Mrs. Jenkins?" he said boldly, with unprecedented suddenness. "I think you're too beautiful to be a camp teacher." He made the complaint in all sincerity, and Natalie turned to him in frank surprise.

"Why, thank you, Jason," she said with a healthy blush, "but I certainly don't know what you mean."

"Well, I've been to summer camps before," he said expansively. "Not this one, but other ones… And the ladies they have there are always old hags, like Miss Thatcher." Jason made an innocent reference to the camp cook and nutritional expert, a middle-aged, rather plump woman who had worked the camp's kitchen ever since Mr. Weatherly and Mr. Brooks had started the camp nearly ten years ago. It wasn't that Miss Arlene Thatcher wasn't well-liked by the staff members and teachers or even the boys, for that matter – but she wasn't exactly a model specimen of the female of the human species. The only other woman at the Summer Camp for Boys was Lucille Wells, the wife of the marine biology expert. She reluctantly taught a class in leather-working during the morning school sessions, but otherwise, the snobbish blonde woman stayed out of sight, so none of the boys really got to appreciate her classic, upper-crust beauty.

Natalie turned toward Jason and smiled warmly, daring to press the boy's sinewy hand with her own. "That's very kind of you, Jason although I wouldn't exactly call Miss Thatcher a hag. She's really quite a remarkable person…" The raven-haired beauty was about to go on, but she could see by the look in the blonde boy's eyes that he had already tuned out what she was saying. He was visually feasting on her generous insufficiently-hidden curves, and his mouth was hanging open in awe.

For several seconds, the teacher's concentration lapsed, and she looked to the crotch of Jason's camp shorts, frankly watching the long, hard bulge that had begun to strain slightly against the fabric. He's getting a hard-on… She raised her huge, moist brown eyes to his face again, helplessly inclining toward the youth's trembling virile body as she subconsciously let her fresh ruby red lips fall open. God, he's so beautiful, and so excited…

All at once the youth lunged toward her, gathering her into his quiveringly strong arms and crushing his lips down onto her mouth. She had teased him beyond his limited endurance, and finally his defenses had collapsed.

The beautiful dark-haired woman trembled and struggled weakly as delicious erotic sensations began to ripple through every nerve in her body, but she knew it was useless. She had accidentally tantalized the youth by her voluptuous nearness, and now he was behaving like a lust-crazed man. Natalie's mind flashed with the memory of how Mark's body had once excited her like this and she hurriedly pushed the thought out of her head. This wasn't Mark, but rather one of Mark's young charges. She felt his stone-hard cockshaft pulsing against the softness of her uniform-covered belly as he held her breathlessly tight against his young body. She thought crazily that he might have gone insane with his adolescent lust, and the realization made her suddenly more sober.

She pushed away from his heated embrace with jerky, urgent motions. "Jason, I-I'm sorry," she said pantingly. With a desperate thrust she broke free of the heated, charged embrace, adding, "If you can't remember what my husband wanted you to get, maybe you'd better go back to the group and find out."

The blonde teenager's face was full of mixed sorrow and confusion, as he felt the clear rejection in the woman's tone. He didn't see how she could be mad, just ten seconds ago she had been erotically returning his kiss! He regarded her inquiringly for a few moments, while she awkwardly stood up to get herself away from his young tantalizing body. Then he said, "Well, you could call him on the intercom, Mrs. Jenkins… That way I wouldn't have to go so soon."

Natalie had to smile at the undeniable logic of the boy's suggestion. Of course… The intercom switchboard was right against the wall next to the fireplace, and every camp counselor and teacher had a transmitter-receiver on his belt. It was originally supposed to be a safety measure for groups going out on long hikes or star-gazing expeditions, but over the years the use of the intercom system had proliferated until it was used almost as often as a telephone in the city. The equipment was out-dated and often useless, but still… Jason was right… Mark could be contacted much more easily over the intercom than if the fourteen year old boy had to go out after him.

Jason was encouraged by the older woman's smile, which he misinterpreted for acquiescence. He literally jumped up from the cushion and grabbed the young teacher around the waist, pulling her down roughly onto the squashed-out pillows.

"Oh, God, thank you, Mrs. Jenkins," he murmured hotly in her ear. His hands were now shamelessly massaging her firm rounded buttocks under her tight shorts, squeezing them and kneading them with a hypnotic rhythm that jarred her from her head to her foot. More and more the insane, unpredictable desire which had been subtly building in her was taking control of her mind and emotions. She wanted him desperately and was becoming less and less able to consider the logical consequences.

"Jason, please listen… I just have to try to reach Mark… on the intercom…" But her words were belied by her actions, as she relinquished herself up to his powerful embrace and he showered her face and neck with kisses of fumbling adolescent fervor. Her loins were growing warm and she wavered in his embrace as though she was caught between breaking away and giving herself over completely to the unexpected pleasurable sensations. Sensing her weakening resistance, Jason rolled her over on the pillow so she was on her back, and he gripped her ankles to spread them apart. Beneath the crotch of her short shorts, the boy saw tiny dark tendrils of her soft curling pubic hair, wisping out around the folded cuffs of the leg-bands.

Natalie tried again to regain some semblance of demeanor. She vaguely thought she should close her thighs, but her body strangely ignored her commands. Instead, her body seemed to be controlling her brain, sending lewd messages to taunt her conscience. Ooooooh, how long has it been? God, Mark and I haven't made love… oh, God! Is it really two weeks? She gazed glassy-eyed at the youth standing over her, watching with a dazed expression while he hastily removed the khaki shorts and the screen-printed T-shirt of the camp's hiking uniform. Her eyes traveled hungrily over his naturally golden-skinned muscular form and a tingle of forbidden excitement coursed through her as she sensed the power in his young body. Then she involuntarily shivered as her gaze fell on the thick, hard penis that stood out from beneath his flat stomach like a heavy, blunt spear. Natalie remembered how often she had looked at young boys in her classes in the city, secretly wondering just what their adolescent, undeveloped organs would look like. Perhaps half the size of Mark's, she had always thought, slimmer and shorter and maybe not as granite hard…

But as she stared at Jason Powell's heavily bloated penis she inhaled sharply in surprise. Oh Lord, it's huge! I can't believe he's only fourteen. She thought briefly of her first impression of him as he stood at the doorway of the cabin, and she knew now where that impression had come from. Jason Powell might be emotionally a young boy, but physically – physically, he was every bit as developed as a man twice his age. The lovely black-haired woman found herself wondering how Jason's little teenaged girlfriends managed to take that gigantic solid rod of flesh into their tender inexperienced pussies, and it suddenly dawned on her that she, herself, was going to be asked to do that very thing. But that's impossible! It's got to be too big…