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Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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A new type of adult camp for erotic campers/employees where no one knows anything about everyone but sex.

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A new type of adult camp for erotic campers/employees where no one knows anything about everyone but sex.

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Submitted: July 31, 2017

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Submitted: July 31, 2017

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It was supposed to be the summer job of a lifetime, working as a chef at an upscale "summer camp" for adults. But, the air conditioner was broken again. After closing, the stale outdoor air brought little relief. The path to the cabins housing seasonal employees was dark but short. She stopped in her tracks when she came across one of the windows. With her pupils dilating, she couldn't look away...

Inside the window the chef saw the two waitresses and 2 waiters that served her meals every evening. Even this evening they served in the hot dining area indulging the clientele with her delicacies. Evidently it wasn’t just the dining area without air conditioning.

Anne, the blond waitress had on only a bra and panties. White as per regulation so they wouldn’t show beneath her white dress blouse. But they were lacy and left little to her imagination. Through the lace she could see her pubic hair and gasped when she realized that Anne was a true blond.

Carl wore only his briefs. She hadn’t noticed that Carl was as muscular as he was now without his clothing. She never knew that he had a tattoo on his left shoulder with a symbol that she couldn’t recognize.

Ebony had nothing on. Her breasts were small with large nipples. Her vaginal area was shaved and the lips of her labia were hanging like clams.

James wore his dress pants but no shirt, shoes or socks. He was mixing drinks on the dresser that he used as a mock up bar.

The chef walked close to the window to listen in as they talked.

“It was so hot and sticky in that kitchen,” Ebony exclaimed. “I was sweating under my arms, down my back, right into my crack.”

“You have a way with words,” James laughed.

“We all have something good or we wouldn’t be here,” Anne said while she began to stroke Carl through his briefs.

Carl only smiled and gave a moan of pleasure.

The chef was never invited to any of their rooms. Decorum for her was that the chef was boss and everyone else was help. She never imagined that this went on if it hadn’t been hot and sticky, windows opened for relief and hopes to catch a small breeze.

She moved back to the path and walked around to the front of the cabin, quietly walking through the common area to her own room. She took off her chef uniform and cap, shaking out her red hair. She then gave herself a towel bath not wanting to go near the women or men’s bathing areas. She then put on a pair of shorts and a tee shirt with the motto of her culinary school. “Bon Appetite”

The chef was vexed that she could see everything happening in that room. She could understand a couple doing things like that, but four of her staff in one room seemed like a large leap into friendship and sexual discovery.

As quietly as she entered her room she exited. She never thought of herself as a voyeur, but she felt compelled to go back outside and watch a little more. In fact she was getting excited at the thought of it.

She moved like a cat around the corner and peaked in the open window.

Anne had Carl’s penis in her mouth and James was sucking on Ebony’s labia and licking her vagina.

The chef felt herself getting warm and sweaty. She stuck her left hand inside her shorts and began playing with herself.

As those inside the room began orgasms, the chef was whipping up her own. “Bon Appetite,” she laughed to herself.

 

In the luxury cabins the air conditioning was working well. The high definition televisions mounted on the wall inside each cabin gave a feed from a hidden remote camera of the cabin room with the four adults joined in sexual activity and the chef outside the window going solo. The were remotes everywhere in the camp. Any camera could be turned on at any time.

 

This camp was only for the nastiest of players in the adult sex world. No one knew who was on staff and who was a visitor. Everyone signed a document that stated that no one would know anything about anyone but their first name.

The waiters and waitresses were paying to be here to do their jobs and to find how much fun they could have at “camp”. They didn’t search far and the ever failing air conditioning made for some of the sweatiest sex they had in years.

The chef was an actual employee, but what the heck, she was now a part of the fun and games.

The camp manager watched his feed and the other remotes deciding where the next camera would go live. He also was pondering the next group of people. He needed a new gardener, a new horse instructor, and a canoe guide. He had three luxury cabins that would be empty Monday. Who would go where? Should they be paid or played?


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