I rushed back to my room. I wasn’t particularly proud of what I had to do, but I really needed to do it. Pre-cum had been dripping out of my cock when it touched her pussy. I was ready to explode.
I laid back on my bed, spread lube over my cock, closed my eyes and thought about Jamie as I jerked off. The reality of her large, soft breasts, her moist, wetly glistening pussy, her warm smile. The fantasy of rubbing my cock between her breasts, over her lips, her gently sucking me into her mouth, the thought of my hard cock parting those pussy lips and gently gliding in until it couldn’t go any further, shoving my finger in and out of her little asshole, while my cock pounded in and out of her wet pussy……..
It was a long session of self pleasure, and I came three times in rapid succession as I thought about the reality of Jamie standing in front of me in the nude, and fantasised about what I would like to do with her. I finally felt some relief after my third orgasm.
Normally I watched porn films or looked at girly magazines when I masturbated, but no such stimulation was needed today.
I had a quick shower and then laid on my bed to collect my thoughts.
I couldn’t believe the way I felt about Jamie. Lust was easy enough to understand. Any man, when looking at a young and beautiful girl like her, was bound to get some sort of sexual urges. But for me, it was definitely beyond that. I had the growing realisation that I cared for her.
It’s not unusual for teachers to form caring bonds with students, in a lot of ways it’s an unavoidable part of the job and as long as it doesn’t turn into a physical relationship or too much of an emotional attachment, its fine.
Even though my relationship with Jamie was no longer a teacher/student one, it was still something that had started off as a relationship with the proper “professional detachment”. When I closed my eyes now and thought of her standing over me at the pool yesterday, naked, all thoughts of professional detachment went out the window.
There were other beautiful girls at the camp, and certainly quite a few that I was sexually attracted to, but I had to admit it to myself, there was something about the taboo nature of the relationship I was thinking about with Jamie that was also turning me on.
I had to decide what to do. I thought about my options.
I could leave the camp, just go home and forget that this holiday had ever happened. This felt like a safe option for me. Even though Jamie was over 18 and no longer my student, there were still ethical issues in having a relationship with her. I knew that there would be some who would judge both of us very harshly, regardless. One of my biggest concerns in that area was Blake, but why should I let an idiot like Blake Smith ruin my holiday.
Another option I had was that I could remain at the camp and just ignore Jamie and Blake completely. This option displeased me greatly. I didn’t want to upset Jamie any further and I suspected that this course of action could be quite distressing for her.
The option I decided upon, not that it was really much of a planned option, was just to go about my day to day activities for now like I had before I encountered Jamie and just hope that nothing went wrong. If I encountered Jamie alone, I could talk to her. If I encountered Jamie with Blake, I would just have to play it really carefully
The main problem was that ultimately, I had no frame of reference or experience to draw on in regards to this. I doubted that there were many who did.
I couldn’t set any realistic goals in regards to making her my girl as well. I knew deep down that this was more like a fantasy. The age gap between myself and Jamie was hardly insurmountable, but with Blake on the scene and my own self doubt, I knew with some certainty that a relationship with Jamie was just about impossible.
There was still nothing wrong with having a fantasy, I realised.
Realising that I was still sleepy, even though it was early morning, I turned over and closed my eyes. I dreamed very pleasant dreams.
The next few days passed relatively uneventfully. Christmas Day came and went. When you are a young single by yourself with no family around at a holiday camp the celebration of Christmas is a bit of a strange affair. A lot of large family groups organised BBQ’s and stood around drinking at their get-togethers.
I spent most of the day out hiking at a small mountain area just outside the camp. Since I was in a public area, I wore a pair of faded shorts and hiking boots. I climbed to the top of a small mountain known locally as Joh’s Folly. The view of the surrounding area was fantastic. It would have been nice to have somebody there to enjoy the view with me.
As Christmas Day progressed the weather started to change. What had been a bright and sunny morning quickly shifted into a cloudy and cool afternoon. I had to hurry back to the camp as I saw rain clouds approaching in the distance.
When I got back to my room, I was surprised to find a small envelope that had been slid under the wire door. I opened it. There was a note and another thicker piece of paper behind it. I took out the note and read it.
“Hi Mr Ross.
I doubt you will be opening any Christmas cards here today, (I only got one from Blake), so I hope this little Christmas note will suffice. I wish you a very Merry Christmas and in spite of everything I am really happy that I got to see you here and I hope that we will get to have another chat soon. I’ve included something else which is the only thing that I could give you as a present today. You don’t have to reciprocate anything, just knowing you are here is enough to make me happy.
Best Wishes
Jamie.
xo”
Intrigued, I slid the thicker piece of paper out of the envelope. I could tell by the texture and the type of paper that it was a photo. When I turned it around I could tell it was one of those old-style polaroid instant photo’s.
I had little time to dwell on this fact as I noticed that the photo was Jamie in the nude! She was standing there, in a house, her hands behind her back, smiling at the camera. The way she held her hands behind her back had the effect of sticking out her chest, emphasising the size and beauty of her breasts. Even though it was just a nude photo I had the feeling that it was probably part of a set. My imagination fumbled with the idea of what the other photos in the set looked like.
I also noticed that something was written faintly under the image. It said “our first time together” xoxo
I understood now. This photo was probably from a collection possessed by Blake. It must have been the only photo of herself that Jamie had available.
But why had she given it to me? She must have understood how she looked in the photo. Did she care about the impact the photo would have on me? Probably not.
Did she know about what I would want to want to do after looking at the photo? Did she know that at the least I would probably jerk off to the photo, and that it would really make me want to fuck her? Somehow, I don’t think that she was too worried about that either.
I smiled. “Thank you, Jamie.” I said to myself, and I walked with the photo into my bedroom so I could enjoy it more thoroughly.
After an exhausting afternoon of self-pleasure I took a long, relaxing shower. I had enjoyed plenty of girly magazines and pornographic videos in the past, but nothing had the impact on me quite like the photo of Jamie.
After the shower, I settled down for a simple dinner of sandwiches. I didn’t feel particularly sociable enough to join the rest of the campers for their Christmas BBQ.
I was just about to settle down for a quiet evening of TV after dinner when I started to hear some distant voices singing. I went to my wire door and peered out of the darkness at the front of my bungalow.
I could see that the central campfire, located in the middle of the camp, was well ablaze. Gathered around seemed to be most of the camp, several hundred people, cheerfully singing Christmas carols. I grinned to myself, deciding that I actually did feel a bit sociable after all. I opened the wire door and walked out and headed across the compound.
As I got closer I could tell that a lot of campers had really been enjoying Christmas day, with many slurred voices and forgotten words filling the Christmas Carols. I didn’t mind. The day had been hot to start with but now it was a cool night, so the fire was quite inviting. The rain clouds had not reached the camp, so at least it was dry.
I stood with the other campers. I didn’t sing, I was too self conscious. I just enjoyed their company.
After about five minutes, I felt an arm slide into mine from the side and a soft, warm hand gripped my own. I looked over, half expecting to see Martin engaging in his typical goofing off.
Instead, it was Jamie, with a bright smile and eyes aglow with the dancing light of the fire.
“Hi.” she said, her smile beaming at me.
She was standing slightly behind me, with half of her body obscured by mine from the fire. I felt her nipple poking into the back of my arm. The only thing that saved me from an instant embarrassingly public erection was my extended session of enjoyment with her photo that afternoon.
“How are you?” I asked.
“Good, really good.” her smile continued to beam. She seemed pretty relaxed.
“Where’s Blake?”
“Hmph,” she snorted. “He’s passed out on the couch back in our room, he can’t hold his beers as well as he would like to think he does.”
“Well, that’s just tooooo bad.” I observed, smiling at her.
She giggled, and jokingly said “Don’t be rude.”
We stood there for a few more minutes, the firelight flashing over our naked bodies.
She took a step back, slowly pulling back my hand.
“Let’s go for a little walk?” she suggested.
“Where to?”
“Just down to the beach, just for a few minutes,” she smiled. “I don’t have a curfew but if he woke up and I wasn’t there…….well, it wouldn’t be good.”
“Ok” I said, and I turned around, we linked hands again, and walked down towards the beach.
She waited until we had the privacy of the pathway down to the beach until she spoke again.