“I’ll wash your back, if you’ll wash mine…”

It took all the strength and self control I could muster not to tear her clothes off right then and there. Geeze, what this woman does to me!

I grabbed her hand and turned towards our staff cabin. I was a woman on a mission and no one, I repeat, NO ONE better cross our path right now. That’s right boys, back off! She’s ALL mine.

The best thing about this camp…private staff cabins. They are small and cozy and are each equipped with 2 twin size beds that we promptly pushed together upon our arrival, a bathroom, a sitting area with a couch in front of a fireplace for winter camp staffers, and a mini fridge for drinks and snacks. Our own little private hideaway.

By the time the front door slammed closed behind us, I had already managed to remove her tank top and was diligently working on those glorious Levi’s. I am a firm believer in foreplay and I do very much enjoy taking the time to make love to her slowly and thoroughly, but this was certainly not one of those times. Right now I couldn’t slow down even if I wanted to. My passion and desire for her is too great and I need her NOW! I take it from the way she is practically tearing my swimsuit from my body that she is in an equal state. Oh God! Make it to the shower. Make it to the shower!

I somehow manage to get the shower door open and pull her into a tight embrace with one hand and turn on the water with the other. The sudden shock of ice cold water was enough to bring us both back down to earth. We both gasp and jump out of reach of the stream.

“I’m sorry babe!”

She knows that I clearly wasn’t able to think in a logical manner when we entered the shower, and thankfully she is not mad at me for this momentary lapse in judgement.

After a few seconds the water warms up to a comfortable temperature and we move back into the line of fire. As the water cascades over our joined bodies she looks at me again and I can see the desire building in her eyes. She smiles seductively and leans in to place a passionate kiss on my lips. I feel her tongue graze my lips and I part them to let her in. Our tongues meet and we explore each other slowly. Our hands begin to wander and we each gently caress the other. The need to rush went down the drain with the ice cold water and now we could take our time and love each other properly, sweetly, and with reverence for the other.