“How’d you know?” she asked.
“My escapee is Chip. I stopped him from feeling her up in the middle of the dance floor tonight. He mouthed off and I thought I had stomped on him sufficiently,” I replied quietly. “Since I am out here looking for him, I obviously failed miserably.”
“I’ll spank you for your failure later,” chuckled Lisa quietly. “Let’s find them and make them regret they were born for dragging us out of bed like this. Chris Hemsworth and I were having such a wonderful time in my dream…”
“Any ideas where to look?” I asked, at a loss. I was also determined to ignore thoughts of her and Thor.
“I’m guessing one of the outer activity areas,” mused Lisa. “Let’s start with archery.”
The artery field was a small clearing to the north of the camp, about a couple hundred yards into the woods. It was a pretty good guess, as there was a flat field of soft grass, and the area was shielded a little from camp by a low ridge. We slid up the pathway quietly, plotting various revenges, feasible and otherwise, as we walked.
I was pleased to see that Lisa understood the trick of staying unheard. Whispers are a terrible way to hide your voice when it is quiet. They actually carry farther than a regular voice in the quiet of the night. Simply talking quietly is much more stealthy. Whispers are for crowds or other areas with lots of background noise.
But the archery center was empty. We did a quick look around the perimeter, but Chip and Adele were not there. My eyes did a quick run around Lisa’s perimeter as well. Like me, she had thrown on her counselor uniform, and damn, but looking at her made the whole fucking miserable situation better. I genuinely could not decide which was more spectacular, her ass or her rack. It was fortunate I was so overwhelmingly pissed at Chip, or I’d have embarrassed myself with how hard I’d have considered the question.
I shook my head and concentrated on finding our lost sheep.
“Where now?” Lisa shrugged.
“Campfire circle?” I asked.
“That’s a hike, damnit,” she replied, though she obviously thought it was our next best bet too.
“Not if we cut through the woods themselves,” I said. “It’s pretty close to here if you go directly, and the undergrowth between here and there is almost sparse enough. We could move pretty quietly.
“Lead on, MacDuff!” Lisa shrugged.
We were still fifty feet or so from the edge of the Campfire clearing when we knew we had guessed right this time. Soft noises of an unmistakeable nature were coming from ahead. I grimaced and raised my flashlight.
Lisa put a hand on my forearm and pulled me to a stop. “Wait,” she murmured. “The least we can do is scare the shit out of them,” she told me with a grin.
I answered with a grin of my own. There was really a fair amount of light from the Moon, and our teeth flashed at each other in the night.
We moved silently closer and stopped in the dark shade of a very large oak growing on the East edge of the clearing. Chip and Adele were sitting on one of the huge tree halves by the empty fire pit. They were kissing aggressively, if a little inexpertly. More to my alarm, Adele’s shirt was already off, and she had apparently not bothered with a bra… for reasons other than convenience, I surmised.
Damn, she had a nice little rack on her. They were pert handfuls, surmounted by dark nipples large enough to make out in their erect state, even from where we hid. And they jiggled really enticingly when Chip pawed at them.
The two kids were moving fast! I started to move forward, but Lisa’s hand shot out again, this time pressing against my belly to hold me back. I felt a fleeting thrill at her fingers pressing against my abdomen, so close to my… “Wait,” she said, her voice even lower than before. “The best way to really discourage this is maximum embarrassment.”
“He has his hands all over her naked tits,” I replied. “They will be plenty embarrassed.”
“Not as embarrassed as they will be if we barge in once she starts giving him a blowjob.”
“It’s a first date,” I answered dryly. “That probably won’t happen. He’s already getting unreasonably lucky as it is.”
“Trust me. That girl is going to stick his cock in her mouth any minute now,” Lisa said, certainty clear on her lovely face, even in the murky darkness where we hid.
I should have barged in anyway. It was the responsible thing to do. But she was probably right, the more shame, the better. And besides, I was guiltily kind of enjoying checking out Adele getting felt up. The two of us crouched in the dark and watched. My breathing started getting a little shallow as Chip moved from pawing at Adele’s tasty morsels to sucking on them. I thought I could hear Lisa’s breaths getting shallower too. Interesting.
Then, As The Prophesy Foretold, Adele pulled free of Chip and knelt in the soft loam of the clearing. She tugged Chip’s pants down and his long, but frankly narrow, erection popped free. I looked at Lisa in admiration of her foresight and she just winked, then went back to watching.
Adele caressed his cock a little uncertainly, then grabbed it and slid her lips over it fully. She didn’t seem to be able to take more than a few inches of his length, but that was way more then enough for Chip. His moan carried through the night, and then he shushed himself. Adele licked his head, then started bobbing again.
“Okay, get ready,” Lisa said. “On three.”
On her count, we both stood, turned on our flashlights, and sprang forward.
“Hey!” I exclaimed. “What the fuck is gong on here?”
“Adele,” Lisa asked coldly, “do you have any idea where that pencil dick has been?”
The two sprang apart, and Chip curled up and groaned. He wasn’t trying to cover himself, he was in pain. Adele must not have been careful with her teeth in her swift, surprised disengagement. It wasn’t too bad though, fortunately, and the worm quickly went from holding his junk to hiding it. Adele shot to her feet, affording me one more glorious ogle before she clapped her arms over her tits.
“Jesus Christ!” groaned Chip angrily. “What the fuck, man?”
“You idiots know this is a crash and burn violation,” growled Lisa quietly. It was not a question.