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Golden Moments

By: petitmort



The Sierra sun caressed Caleb's face as he watched the torrents of water cascading before him. The roar of the waterfall echoed the cacophony already bouncing around his brain. He stared at the tumbling water, thinking about what had transpired that summer. His life would never be the same. Because of her. Because of what happened. 

Caleb had taken a job in the Sierras working as a camp counselor. He had just finished his junior year in film studies at Berkeley and was on his summer break. He needed a summer job to help pay for his college expenses. Besides, he thought some time in the mountains would be a nice respite from school and city life. He might even meet some interesting people. That turned out to be the understatement of his life.

Working as a counselor at Camp Golden Bear was a popular job among students. The pay wasn't half-bad and it was in a great locale — the Lakes Basin, some fifty miles north of Lake Tahoe. Caleb was hired, in part, to shoot and edit the camp video which would be distributed to the campers at the end of the session. He'd use his own equipment and edit the film on his laptop. It was a good way for him to practice his craft and get paid at the same time. 

In the parking lot where the bus stood waiting to transport them, Caleb got his first look at his fellow counselors. There were about a dozen in all, a mix of local and foreign exchange students. The government subsidized the foreign students as part of a good will program.

As Caleb scanned the group, he wondered about each of their stories. Where were they from? What were they like? He'd find out soon enough.

That's when he saw her for the first time.

She was standing by herself—a stunning woman in her early 20s with dark hair and green eyes. She was slender and exotic-looking with discerning, intelligent eyes. She had an amazing body too. He took in her pert breasts and round ass. He gazed at her long, slender legs.

Suddenly, he looked up to see her looking back at him, a look of mock admonishment on her face. Caleb smiled sheepishly and nodded. Oops. Busted.

After loading their gear into the luggage compartment , Caleb worked his way over to where she was standing.

"Hi, I'm Caleb."

"Monique," she answered, simply.

She had an accent. One of the foreign students, he thought to himself.

"Where are you from, Monique?" Caleb asked, making conversation.

"From France," she answered, warmly.

She was even more beautiful up close. Beautiful skin and sparkling, cat-like eyes.

"I'd love to go there someday. I've never been. I was hoping to study there but ... I didn't get in."

She made a sympathetic face. 

"Tant pis!"

"Merci," he answered, smiling back at her. 

She raised her eyebrows.

"Alors, tu parles Français?" 

"Non, malhereusement. Seulement un peu," he replied. 

"Non, c'est pas mal!" she answered. "Ton accent est très bon."

"Tu es gentille," he laughed. "I'm sure your English is much better than my French."

"I don't know about that," she answered with a laugh. "English is ... very mysterious to me. I'm still learning."

"To be honest," he said under his breath, "sometimes it even baffles me." 

She laughed again. It was an honest laugh and he liked it. She leaned into him, conspiratorially.

"We'll have to practice together," she said with smiling eyes.

Caleb smiled back. He could feel his heart thumping in his chest. 

As he boarded the bus, Caleb was hoping to sit with Monique but she was already sitting with another counselor from the U.K. named Caitlin. Instead, he sat next to Zach, a gregarious American with shoulder-length hair. Zach was quick-witted and Caleb liked him immediately. 

A fine arts major, Zach was a sculptor with a ready and raucous laugh. He noticed Caleb glancing over at Monique and Caitlin.

"Wasting no time, Dude!" he said to Caleb. "Hey, if I had your swarthy good looks, I'd be going for it too."

Caleb was indeed blessed with good genes. He was of Black Irish descent and had strong, dark features, dark curly hair and kind, brown eyes. Bedroom eyes, he was told. He was athletic with broad shoulders and a toned, sinewy body. 

"I'll tell you what," Zach said, leaning in. "I can make it happen. Who do you want to sit with."

"No, that's okay," answered Caleb.

"No, don't worry about it," said Zach, waving his hand. "I'll be subtle."

Caleb relented.

"The dark one. Monique." 

Zach turned to look at the two women. 

"No problemo."

Zach stood up and walked over to the women, leaning against the backrest. Caleb couldn't hear what he was saying. In a moment, Monique was standing, letting Zach sit in her seat, and moving over to sit next to Caleb. 

"Zachery said you wanted desperately to speak to me?"

Caleb closed his eyes. 

"So very subtle," he muttered.

"Pardon?" she said, sitting next to him.

"Nothing. Ça ne fait rien."

He smiled and she smile back. 

"So," said Caleb. "Tell me about you."

They spent the next two and a half hours talking about everything under the sun. Their families, their interests, music, movies, politics. He learned she was the oldest of five kids, an environmentalist, and a lapsed Catholic. She learned he had an older brother and sister, that he played Ultimate Frisbee and was really into indie film. She found him interesting, passionate about his art, and very attractive. He found her smart, easy to talk to, and incredibly sexy.

"OK, listen up guys!" a voice blared over the bus public address system. It was Steve, the coordinator. He was in his late 20s and strapping. 

He welcomed everyone, went over the schedule, the housing details, and what needed to get done before the campers arrived in a few days. He reviewed the rules and regulations (no fires outside of fire pits, no illegal drugs, no conduct unbecoming, etc.) and generally let it be known in no uncertain terms that he was, in fact, the boss. 

Arriving at Lakes Basin, Caleb was unprepared for how beautiful it was. Pristine High Sierra lakes of azure water nestled between chiseled grey granite cliffs. Occasional dashes of green conifers and white snow and adorned the peaks. He was excited to shoot footage of this remarkable place.

The camp itself was situated in a grove of redwoods on the southern shore of Gold Lake. A smattering of buildings, a fire ring, and a volleyball court overlooked the lake and the backdrop of craggy peaks. A small dock with canoes and rowboats lay below at the lake's edge. 

There were two bunkhouses for male and female counselors but many counselors set up their own tents to sleep outside. Caleb picked a secluded spot to pitch his two-man tent. Out of earshot from the others, it afforded a nice view of the lake and mountains and was protected from the wind. A full-sized air mattress covered much of the tent floor and provided a soft bed for his down sleeping bag and pillow. 

Later that afternoon, there was a barbeque on the dock for the counselors to get acquainted. The campers wouldn't arrive for a couple of days yet, giving the staff time to get the camp ready. This was their chance to hang out, swim, and get to know each other.

Caleb walked down to the dock in his baggy swim shorts and flip flops. The other counselors were sitting in the late afternoon sun in their bathing suits, dangling their feet in the water. The light reflecting off the lake cast them in a golden glow. 

Steve was manning the grill, an apron tied around his incredibly buff body. A picnic table held a cooler, some plastic cups, chips and salsa. Caleb poured himself some punch and joined Zach, Caitlin and Monique sitting on the dock. 

"How's it goin'?," he asked, as he sat next to them. They smiled and said hi. Zach reached in his knapsack for something.

"Here, let me fix you up."

He surreptitiously pulled out a flask and unscrewed the top. Caleb glanced over at Steve and reached his cup out to Zach. Zach gave him a healthy shot.

"What are we drinking?" he asked.

"Jamaican rum," Zach replied. "Only the best."

"Cheers," Caleb said, smiling. They responded in kind.

Caitlin and Monique were in their bikinis, splashing the water with their feet. Caleb was immediately struck by how good they looked. Monique, especially, had tawny skin and a lithe body. Her bikini was skimpy and she wore it well. He had to make an effort not to stare.

As they got more and more relaxed, Zach was regaling them with a funny story about a camping trip gone horribly wrong. Caleb was watching Monique: her inquisitive eyes, her charming laugh, the way she moved. He felt his cock stiffening.

Suddenly, Zach was inviting everyone to swim. They stood up and moved to the spot where others had been diving into the water. Caleb was right behind Monique. She had a beautiful, swayed back with a perfect ass. She turned to Caleb.

"I love to swim in mountain lakes. And you?"

He basked in her gorgeous eyes, his cock twitching.

"Me too," he answered. "Especially this time of day. The light's incredible."

She looked out at the lake.

"You're right. It's luminescent." 

Caleb watched her look out at the lake. He looked down at her perfectly shaped breasts, her flat stomach. His cock was starting to slip to the side, long and full. He'd better get into the water fast, he thought.

At Zach's insistence, they dove into the water together. The water was silky and refreshing. They swam together, laughing. It felt good to be totally immersed in the cool, dark water. At least his bulge was out of sight.

Getting out of the water and back on the dock took some doing. There was a thick rope with knots in it and a set of horizontal planks. You pulled yourself up with the rope as your feet navigated the steps.

Caleb went first, grasping the thick rope with his strong hands. As he pulled himself out of the water, he paused to figure out the footwork. The muscles in his arms and back were flexed. His swimsuit was clinging to his tight, firm ass. He looked over his shoulder at the others.

"It's a little tricky here," he said.

He glanced at Monique and, for a brief moment, caught a glimpse of her looking at him. Not at his face, but at his body. She was staring at his ass, at his strong back and arms. His thighs, thick and muscled. She looked away quickly but he definitely caught her checking him out.

Caleb pulled himself onto the deck. He stood over them, watching as Zach went next. Zach pulled his burly body up and hopped onto the dock.

The women were treading water, looking up at Caleb and Zach. The two men were soaking wet, with strong, athletic physiques, their suits wrapped around them like cellophane. The women smiled at each other.

"Maybe we'll just hang out here," said Caitlin. 

"Enjoying the view," continued Monique. The two girls laughed. Zach struck a comical pose, flexing his arms.

Caitlin was first to start climbing onto the dock. As she slowly raised herself out of the water, it was like a gradual unveiling. Like Venus on a half-shell. She had full, round breasts and her suit top, having shifted somewhat, was having trouble holding them in. Zach reached down to offer his hand and she took it, with a slightly embarrassed look on her face.

"Thank you kind sir," she said.

"My pleasure," he answered, with emphasis. She gave him a knowing look and adjusted her suit top.

"Yeah, I'll bet," she answered wryly.

Next, it was Monique's turn and Caleb situated himself so he would be the one helping her out. She raised her body out of the water, her long, slender legs reaching for the wooden steps. Her wet bikini, what little material there was, clung tightly to her body. Caleb felt the blood rushing back to his cock. 

He reached down to give her a hand. As he slowly pulled her onto the dock, he took in the beauty of every aspect of her body. When they were face to face, their near-naked bodies inches from each other, he sensed a spark of shared desire. She stood up tall, arching her back slightly. Her nipples, chilled from the cool lake water, stood out and were clearly visible under her top. Caleb thought his cock would burst out of his suit.

"Enjoying yourself?" Monique asked with a sly smile.

"A little bit of heaven," he answered.

She smiled. She liked his impish charm. A mix of gentleman, boy, and roué all rolled into one. Plus, il est très beau, she thought to herself.

After dinner, Steve gave a little speech covering some safety issues and reviewing, once again, the camp rules and regulations. He told them they had an early start the next morning so they should get a good night's sleep.

"Tomorrow, we hit the ground running," he intoned.

As the sun set over the lake, the counselors hung out on the dock, drinking and talking with one another. After sunset, the temperature dropped quickly and the group relocated to the fire pit in the main camp. It was an interesting mix of people from diverse backgrounds and Caleb enjoyed getting to know them. Zach kept his drink appropriately enhanced. 

Someone set up an iPod with external speakers and Bob Marley was playing in the background. A small group of counselors were dancing. 

Caleb, Zach, Caitlin and Monique sat by the fire talking about their respective assignments. In addition to being the official camp videographer, Caleb would set up and run the Frisbee golf course. Caitlin and another counselor got archery, and Zach got art class and would be a hike leader. Monique got something called "Camp Office Assistant." 

"So, what's the Office Assistant do," Zach asked. Monique shrugged.

"I have no idea," she said. "It sounds a bit ... boring. I kind of wish I could change."

Caleb was sympathetic. It did sound boring.

"Why don't you talk to Steve," he suggested. "See what it's all about?" 

She looked over at the cabin where the office was located. A light shone inside. 

"OK," she said, flatly. "I will."

She got up and strode over to the cabin.

Zach gave Caitlin a nudge. 

"Wanna dance?"

She put down her drink. 

"Sure."

The two of them found an open space just off the fire and began to move together. She had changed into short shorts and a tank top. He was still in his bathing suit and a t-shirt. They moved slowly, sensuously.

Caleb stared into the fire and sipped his drink. He thought about the spark he felt with Monique. She seemed to like him too. He wondered if she was involved with anyone.

He looked over at Zach and Caitlin. They were enjoying themselves, dancing in the firelight, in their own little world. Zach took her hand and spun her slowly around, then back, pulling her close to him. Their bodies were pressed together, moving in unison. Then he spun her away again.

Caleb looked back at the fire and thought of Monique. He was so intrigued by her. Not only her looks, which were amazing, but also her personality. She was smart and seemed kind, had a quick wit. Just what he liked in a woman.

Plus, he was incredibly attracted to her. She was so beautiful. So sexy. And that accent...

He was getting hard just thinking about her.

He looked back at Zach and Caitlin. They were dancing close now. Moving sensuously in time to the music. He was holding her by the hips and she was straddling his leg. He wondered if she was rubbing herself against him. Caleb looked back at the fire.

All the sexual energy in the air just made Caleb more determined. He was going to take the leap with Monique. Who knows when he'd ever meet a woman like her again? If she turned him down, well, at least he tried.

"Hey, Big C," called Zach. "I'm going to hit the hay. Early morning tomorrow."

"OK, see ya." 

Caitlin was gathering her stuff. 

"Yeah, I think I'll call it a day as well. Getting a bit tired."

She gave a little wave.

"OK. Sleep tight."

The charade complete, the two headed off into the darkness. Caleb wondered where they would go. Neither had brought a tent. Oh well, they'll figure it out.

Just then, Monique reappeared, looking glum.

"I have to help Steve with the paperwork." 

"What?" Caleb answered.

"That's what the office assistant does. I came all this way to the mountains and I'm going to be an office worker."

"That doesn't sound very good," Caleb said, sympathetically.

Monique went on. 

"Steve said it was a very important job, that I'd work closely with him and learn a lot. Oh, Caleb, I'm so disappointed."

She stared at the fire. 

"I was hoping at least to be outside, you know?"

"Yeah," Caleb replied. "I mean, that's partly why we're here, right? To be out in nature."

"Exactly," she said, exasperated.

Caleb thought a moment. 

"Listen. I've got an idea. I have to make the camp video, right?"

"Yes?" 

"What if I tell Steve that I need someone to help me. You know, someone to help organize the shoot, keep track of the shots, I don't know. I'll make something up. Then you could come with me. Help find the most beautiful shots. Explore this place."

Monique's face brightened.

"That would be fantastic! But will Steve let me?"

"There's only one way to find out. I'll ask him."

"Would you?" Monique asked, appreciatively.

Caleb stood up.

"I'll do it right now. No time like the present."

Monique jumped up, smiling broadly, and wrapped her arms around him. He held her for a brief moment, her scent filling his senses. A mix of jasmine and honeysuckle, sweet and succulent. He wanted nothing more than to keep holding her.

As Caleb walked to the Camp Office, he thought about what he was going to say. Inside, Steve was sitting behind his desk going through papers. 

"Steve, can I talk with you a sec?" 

Steve answered without looking up from his clipboard.

"What is it?"

"Um, you know how I'm working on the camp video. I had some ideas on how to make it really special. I wanted to run it by you."

Steve glanced up at Caleb, registered this, then looked back at his work. 

"I'm listening."

"I was thinking 'how do I really do a great job with this?' You know, hit it out of the park." 

"Uh-huh."

"What if the video was more than just a run-of-the-mill highlight reel? What if it really captured the spirit of the place?"

Steve looked up, dismissively. 

"Look, kid. Don't overthink it. All parents want is to see their kid's face. Just make sure you include everybody, show a few activities, and you're done."

"You're right. You're absolutely right. That's critical. But what if the parents who watched it were so impressed they wanted it to show it to their friends. Or share it on social media."

"OK."

"As the word gets out, the demand goes up. The more applicants, the more successful the camp is. That would be a real feather in your cap, wouldn't it?" 

Steve thought a moment.

"Yes, it would."

"Right. But here's where I'm stuck. What do you think is the biggest selling point of the camp? That's what I'm trying to figure out."

Steve thought a moment.

"Let's see. Organization. Attention to detail. My leadership." 

"Definitely," Caleb answered. "Definitely. But I'm thinking about something visual. What can we show that's visual that differentiates this camp from the others."

"I dunno. Activities?" 

"Absolutely. We have to show that. But you can get those in city camps too. What else? What is it that makes this camp unique from, say, a city camp?"

"Location?"

Caleb snapped his fingers.

"That's it! Location. That's brilliant."

"It is?"

"Sure. We offer an unparalleled access to nature. We give your kid the opportunity to experience nature in a way you can't at any other camp. I'm so glad you thought of that."

"Well, I've always been ... you know ... an idea guy."

"So, you think showing the natural beauty of the place, maybe some scenic shots in a montage, set to music, we can place the camp experience in a compelling context. Is that it?"


Golden Moments



"Uh...yeah," Steve answered, waiving his hand. "That's the general idea anyway."

"Gee, that'll take a lot of work. I'd need to shoot the most scenic locales. That means transporting my tripod, audio, extra batteries. Maybe my backup storage too." Caleb frowned. "I'm not sure this is going to work."

"Why not?" Steve answered, alarmed.

"Unless...if I could get someone's help to transport the gear, maybe log the shots for me. You know, that Monique girl expressed an interest in helping. How about I use her?"

Steve leaned back in this chair.

"Well, I don't know. I need her to do important work here in the office. As my assistant."

"That's too bad. I really liked your idea for a marketing video. Damn. Oh well. Maybe next time."

"Can't you just do it yourself?"

"No, it's too much gear. It's a definitely a two-person job. Unless...I suppose we could schedule the shoot so she could work half time on the video and half time here. That way, she could help you in the office and we can still do a kick-ass video. Kind of a win-win."

"And I'll get my video?"

"Yep."

"And my assistant."

"Half time."

Steve leaned back in his chair.

"That'll work. Anything else?"

Caleb shrugged, shaking his head.

"Not that I can think of," said Caleb, innocently. "I think you solved it."

Steve turned back to his clipboard. 

"I told you. I'm an idea guy."

Caleb nodded and turned to leave, masking the smile sneaking across his face.

Caleb found Monique back at the campfire.

"How'd it go?," she asked, a look of concern on her face.

"Pretty well. You get to work with me on the video. You still need to be help in the office but you can split the time fifty-fifty."

Monique listened with rapt attention. As he finished, a smile lit up her face.

"That's wonderful. Oh, thanks God! How did you manage it?" 

"I just sold him on the idea of shooting lots of scenic shots and told him I needed help to do it. Oh, by the way, officially the new approach is his idea."

Monique smiled.

"You are a clever fox," she said with a wry look.

She kissed him on the cheek and squeezed his hand. Caleb smiled. 

"I've never been called a fox before but I'll take it."

He was still holding her hand. She slowly removed it, letting her fingers lightly graze his arm.

"Listen," he said, seriously. "I want to start shooting tomorrow. I was going to work on an outline tonight. Do you want to help me? In my tent?"

She looked at him for a moment. 

"I'd like that very much."

"Good," he replied. 

"I just need to shower and change," she said. "Shall I meet you at your tent?" 

"Sure, you know where it is?" he asked.

She nodded and smiled over her shoulder.

Caleb made his way back to his tent. Inside, he illuminated a small, battery-powered lantern. His tent was aglow and he knew it'd be easier for her to see. 

He lay out a map of the area, a legal pad and pen, and some storyboard materials. He lay on his sleeping bag, still dressed in his jeans and flannel shirt, making a list of shots. Before long, he heard footsteps approaching.

"Caleb?"

It was her. He noticed she pronounced his name "Cah-leb", with a short "a" instead of a long one, but he didn't mind. He liked it. She was the only one who pronounced it that way.

He unzipped the tent door to let her in. She kicked off her shoes and climbed inside. She lay on her stomach next to him. 

She was wearing satin pants with a white cotton chemise. She didn't seem to be wearing a bra. Plus, there was that scent again. Having her so close, in a private place, made his heart beat faster. He made a concerted effort to stay cool.

"Want some wine?" 

A bottle and two sierra cups were neatly arranged at the head of the tent.

"Bien sûr," she replied, playfully. "Merçi, Monsieur."

"De rien," he said, pouring out two glasses of Pinot Noir.

"La Follette," she mused. "Français?"

"California," he answered. "From Sonoma."

They touched cups.

"To spending summer in nature," he offered.

"Yes, to summer," she replied.

They sipped their wine, their eyes fixed on each other.

"Caleb," she said softly. "I didn't get a chance to thank you properly. For what you did. I can't tell you how much I appreciate it."

He watched her with arched eyebrows.

"Listen, I needed the help. I should be the one thanking you."

He raised his cup to his mouth to sip. She reached out and stopped him.

"No, I'm serious. I'm going to enjoy my time here so much more now. Because of you."

He looked from one eye to the other.

"You're welcome," he said, earnestly. "So am I."

She leaned in slowly and ever-so-gently kissed him on the lips. 

"I guess," he said, "that means you owe me big-time."

"I suppose I do," she purred.

"I'll have to figure out how to exact payment."

She gave him a skeptical look. 

"What if the price is too stiff?"

"I'm sure you could handle it."

"And if I can't?" she teased.

"There's always the barter system."

He leaned in, tilted his head, and brushed his lips gently over hers. She laid her head back, opening her mouth. Their tongues met. 

Their kiss must have lasted a minute but it felt like forever. And like no time at all. When it was finished, her face was flushed and he felt that familiar pounding in his chest. And a tightness in his pants.

He began to kiss her neck and shoulders. She tilted her head back. His hand found her breast. 

She gently pressed him back.

"Maybe we should get some work done first," she said softly. "Before we settle accounts."

He smiled and lay back on his stomach. She did the same, supporting herself on her elbows. They were side by side, their bodies touching. 

He positioned the map in front of them.

"OK, so here's the plan. I want to shoot some scenic shots from around the area. These will be used to intro the tape, as transitions, and at the end. We'll need a combination of wide angle and close ups, foliage, animals, anything we can get, and then we'll cut it together in a montage with music. Then, we'll add that footage to all the camp stuff—the campers, the counselors, the activities, etc. Here's a list of the shots I want to get."

She was listening and nodding.

"That sounds really good. Maybe some classical music or acoustic guitar to create atmosphere?"

"Good idea. We'll have to get something in the public domain. There's a lot to choose from."

"How can I help?" she asked.

"Well, first I need you to help me shoot the scenic stuff. I thought the two of us could go out early in the morning. That's the best light and we'd have a better chance of seeing some wildlife. We could hike here, up to Salmon Lake, and shoot this area here. I hear it's gorgeous."

He pointed out the areas on the topographical map.

"We'll need to take the tripod, some extra battery packs, and the wireless mic for sound. Oh, and a notepad to keep track of the shots. That should do it."

"I'm so excited, Caleb. This is going to be so much fun."

"There is one other thing you can do."

"Yes?"

"I've been thinking about using this opportunity, this place, to shoot some extra footage. For my own portfolio. You know, for film school. I was wondering if you'd be willing to let me shoot you as well."

"You mean, acting? I'm not an actress."

"There wouldn't be any lines. It's more of an art piece. Woman in nature. That sort of thing."

She was thinking about it, trying to imagine what that experience would be like.

"Like an art film?"

"Yeah, very impressionistic."

"Sure," she said, finally. "To settle my account." He smiled. 

"Thanks," he said. "Although you still owe me big time."

She hit him playfully in the shoulder. He took the two cups of wine and placed them to the side. She lowered her gaze at him, sensing what was coming. As he moved in, she lay onto her back, embracing him. The moment of truth.

He kissed her softly, his tongue teasing hers. Her hand found the back of his head, her fingers his thick, curly hair. His hand ran down her torso, exploring her exquisite body. She wrapped her leg over his, caressing him. His cock was pressing against his jeans.

As he kissed her, his fingers gently pulled her spaghetti straps off her shoulders. Beneath her chemise, he could see her tawny skin, soft and beautiful. She wore no bra, her firm breasts ready and waiting for his touch. He gently pulled off her shirt and cupped the beautiful mounds in his hands, playing with the nipples with his fingers. 

Her hands meanwhile found his strong back, following his muscles down to his firm, tight ass. She felt his muscular thighs, squeezing them, imagining them flexed and straining. Every part of his body seemed to make her hotter. She slid her hand to his crouch and she could feel how hard he had become.

"Let's get naked," she whispered in his ear. "I want to be naked with you."

Hearing those words, in her sexy French accent, made Caleb's cock throb.

He moved to slip off her pants. She raised her hips to help. He reached to the side of the tent, struck a match, and lit a small candle sitting in a saucer. He switched off the lantern and looked back to see Monique's now naked body bathed in the flickering, golden light. 

He gently touched her long, tan legs and caressed her firm, up-turned breasts. Her nipples stood out, longing to be sucked. 

He moved over her, on all fours, planting soft kisses on her body and licking her breasts as she began to unbutton his shirt. She pulled the flannel fabric over his strong shoulders, pausing to caress them, to feel the muscles in his arms. She could see the desire in his eyes. When she pulled down his jeans, his cock sprang upwards, thick and tumescent. She eyed it hungrily.

With a force that surprised him, she pushed him onto his back and sat astride him. Her dark hair now disheveled, she took his long cock into her hands. She began to stroke him, first with one hand and then with two, one hand over the other. All the while her eyes were trained on his. 

His hands found their way between her splayed legs, to the velvety softness of her inner thighs. His fingers slowly felt their way upward to find her warm, wet lips. She was on fire, dripping. He let his fingers slide between the luscious folds.

She continued to stroke him, over and over, making his head spin. She formed a ring with her thumb and index finger and slid it over the tip, again and again. To him, it felt like he was pushing inside the tightest pussy ever, over and over. It felt incredible.

He massaged her labia and then slid his long, slender finger deep inside her. She let out a gasp. He pulled it out, retraced her lips, and then continued the loving circuit over and over. He was so tender, so gentle, she thought to herself.

Slowly she lowered herself until her face was inches from the head of his cock. It was bulbous now, the skin taut and dark. She held his eyes and slowly licked the tender underside. A dab of precum oozed out of the tip. 

She licked it off with relish. 

She slowly took the tip between her lips, gliding her tongue over and around the silky skin. It felt so good he moaned involuntarily, his body squirming. While one hand stroked his hard shaft, and the other cupped his balls, she slowly, rhythmically, took his cock into her mouth and out again, licking the sides, rubbing him against her cheeks. She was using her whole face, her whole being, to pleasure him. 

He felt like he would explode at any moment.

He tried to distract her, or slow her down at least, by finding her clit and pulling back the hood. The pad of his finger rolled the soft flesh until she was the one squirming. It had the desired effect and she stopped sucking him and arched backwards, moaning. He worked her clit, alternating with deep penetrations into her now dripping wet pussy. She was shaking with pleasure.

"Come on top of me," he growled. He wanted her so badly. Desperately.

She obliged him, raising herself up until his cockhead was pressed against the wet folds of her pussy. She arched her back, her mouth open, and lowered herself slowly onto the shaft. When the tip popped inside her, she took a sudden intake of air. 

His hands gripped her hips, steadying her. Slowly he lowered her down onto his shaft.

His mouth fell open as her wet pussy encompassed his rock hard cock. She was so wet. So tight. He lifted her up and slowly pulled her down again, their eyes locked on each other.

As she grew accustomed to the feeling of his cock inside her, she began to move. Slowly. Hypnotically. She rotated her hips so that she could feel him completely. Her hands found his chest, grabbing his pecs. She bit her lip and undulated her body. 

"That feels so good," he whispered.

He lifted his pelvis in time to her movement, his cock sinking even deeper inside her. He pulled down on her hips and pushed his hips upward. She cried out.

"Mon Dieu!," she moaned. 

He thrust upward again, lifting her. She arched her back, her eyes rolling back in her head. He pressed himself as deep as he could go. To the hilt.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh," she cried out. 

She leaned back, supporting herself with her hands on his legs. He placed his hand on her pubis, his thumb on her swollen clit, and began to rub it. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh Cah-leb!" she moaned.

He could feel her pussy contracting around his impossibly hard cock. Her body began to shake. He watched her orgasm wash over her. So beautiful. So sexy. He wanted so much to come himself. Not yet. Not now.

When she was finished, she fell forward, her breasts heaving against his chest.

She looked up at him. A raw, animalistic look in her eyes. 

"Give me your cum. Fill me."

That was all he needed to hear. In a flash, he wrapped his arms around her and rolled her over onto her back. She had a look of both desire and surprise on her face. He raised himself up on his muscled arms, his chest rippling.

"You want me to come?" he asked, looking her straight in the eye. "You want me to fuck you til I come?"

"Oh, oui," she answered breathlessly. "I want your cock to explode in me."

She pronounced "cock" like "coq" as in coq au vin. Like Coke. He couldn't help but laugh.

"What? What?" she asked, protesting. "What did I say?" 

"Nothing, nothing." He was smiling, but still incredibly turned on. Incredibly close to shooting his load inside her. 

"Tell me, please?" she asked. "What is it?"

"You want my coq or my cock? Coq-a-doodle-doo?"

She realized her mistake and covered her mouth with her hand, laughing.

"I'm sorry. Your cock. Yes, I want your cock."

He smiled and began to move his hips.

"Like this?"

"Oh yes. Like that."

"And this?" he said, sliding the rock hard shaft inside her.

"Ohhhh. Yes, like that."

Her voice was ragged now, breathless.

"What about this?" he asked, thrusting deeply into her. "Do you like that?"

She let out a cry.

"Oui, oui," she whimpered. "Je l'aime beaucoup. J'aime ce que tu veut. I want to give myself to you. For your pleasure."

He thrust again. Harder. Deeper. And again. And again. She spread her legs wide, opening like a flower, her arms raised above her head. She was surrendering, giving herself totally to him.

He thrust one last time and held it there. He felt a surge of energy fire through his loins and straight out his cock. Huge ropes of cum streamed deep inside her. 

He buried his face into the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent. She wrapped her arms and legs around him. They fell asleep entangled in each other's arms.

The next morning, Caleb assessed the situation at camp and then let Steve know that he and Monique were going to be shooting "b-roll" for the video. They'd be hiking up to Salmon Lake and back later in the afternoon. Steve nodded and mumbled something about a counselor meeting at three. 

Caleb found Monique near the women's bunkhouse.

"It's all set. I talked to Steve. We're okay until three. Are you ready?"

Monique smiled and nodded.

"Yes, just about."

"Good. I'm going to get the gear ready. Will you grab us some food for lunch and meet me at the tent?" "D'accord," she nodded. "OK."

He gave her a wink and squeezed her arm.

"And about last night..." he started.

"I know," she smiled. "Me too."

He smiled back, held her hand a moment, and then headed for his tent.

The hike up to Salmon Lake was a long, steady climb up a rocky trail. Monique carried the tripod on her shoulder while Caleb wore the backpack. When they reached the top of the first ridge, they had a fantastic overview of the camp and the surrounding area. It would make for a great establishing shot.

When they reached a clearing, Caleb slipped off his backpack.

"Let's get a shot here."

He set up the tripod by extending the legs and leveling the mount. Monique was struck by how quick and dexterous he was with the equipment. He really knows what he's doing, she thought. He mounted the camera and shot a variety of stills and pans. Monique made a record of the shots on a notepad.

"Do you want to take a look?" he asked, gesturing to the viewfinder. 

She moved in next to him. He liked having her so close. 

"Beautiful," she said. 

"I'll say," he responded, looking at her.

She gave him a knowing smile.

"Well, that should do it," he said. "Let's get going. I want to get to Salmon Lake before the sun gets too high."

As they repacked up the gear, Caleb once again brought up the subject of the previous night.

"Listen, I really enjoyed last night," he said simply. "You were... incredible."

She looked up at him. His brown eyes were earnest. Sincere.

"Moi aussi," she began. "For me too." A crooked smile creased her face. "We were good together."

"Mmmmm," he smiled. "Even better with a little practice."

"You know, Cabeb," she said softly, "there's no need to worry about us. What it means or doesn't mean. I love sharing the moment with you here. C'est tout. That's it. No pressure. No expectation."

Caleb thought about what she was saying.

"Well," he answered, simply. "I'm certainly enjoying the moment with you. That's for sure." 

"I'm glad," she smiled.

As they hiked on, they reached the edge of the tree line and the topography completely opened up. Steep granite walls rose like cathedrals on their left and right. Just off the trail, a doe and a fawn were grazing. Silently, they set up the camera and shot the deer with the ragged peaks behind them.

When they cleared the top of the ridge, they saw the turquoise lake below them. Gorgeous blue-green water surrounded by trees and vertical walls of light-gray granite. They paused to take in the beauty of the place. 

"It's so lovely," Monique said softly.

"Isn't it? And there's no one here but us."

It was true. They had the lake entirely to themselves.

Caleb surveyed the horizon and came up with a plan. First, they would make their way clockwise around the lake, shooting anything and everything, to take advantage of the morning light. Then, when the sun got high, they would eat and hang out. They needed to allow an hour to get back to the camp by three.

Caleb mounted the camera on the tripod and slung it over his shoulder. Monique carried the knapsack. Every few yards, he would shoot something, always adjusting the tripod height to get the best possible shot: beautifully composed shots of the lake and mountains, a rack focus between foreground and background, an extreme close up of a wildflower. He was tireless.

On the far side of the lake, Monique spotted a pair of osprey, large birds of prey, soaring overhead. They found their aerie in a dead pine tree and got footage of the birds catching fish and returning to their nest to feed their young. 

Later, she discovered a pair of river otters, playing in the water, rolling and tumbling over one another. Caleb was impressed by how observant and attuned to nature she was.




Golden Moments



By the time they'd circled the lake, they were ready to rest. They found some flat boulders next to the water where they could sit and eat. Caleb set up the camera on the tripod next to him so it was just a foot or so off the ground. 

"Just in case," he said.

Monique began to lay out the food: bread, cheese, and fruit. She cut some apples into quarters and combined them with the cheese. They lay on the sun-baked granite looking out at the lake. She fed him and herself alternately.

"The water looks nice," she said. "Do you think we can swim?"

"I don't see why not," Caleb answered. "I'm sure the otters won't mind."

"I haven't a suit," she said with sly look.

"I won't tell if you won't." 

They started to strip off their clothes. He was struck by how beautiful she looked in the clear light of day. She was thinking the same thing.

They inched their way into the water. With a shriek, she dove under the surface. The cool embrace of the chilly water was invigorating. She felt so alive.

There's nothing quite like swimming naked in a High Sierra lake in the summertime: the panorama of rocky spires, the feeling of cool, comforting water embracing your body. Cabel and Monique felt like two cave people, two primal creatures, swimming and playing together. Just like the otters.

After a while, Caleb found his way back to their rock while she floated on her back. 

"Where are you going?" she called to him.

"I want to do something," he answered.

He stepped out of the water and went to the camera and tripod. He set it up at the water's edge. The legs of the tripod were very short so he could shoot at ground level.

"What are you doing?" she called out.

"I want to shoot you."

"Non, non, non," she said. "I told you. I'm not an actress."

"Don't worry," he answered. "Just be yourself. Besides, no one will see this but us."

She turned to do a side stroke. 

"What should I do?" she called out.

"I told you. Just be yourself. Pretend the camera is me. Watching you."

He lay back on the warm granite, propped on his elbows, with the viewfinder at eye level. The sunbaked rock felt incredible against his naked body. He trained the camera on her, following her every movement. 

Her body looked luminous moving through the water. He could see her naked form, yet no detail. It was entrancing, dreamlike. She swam gracefully, in silence, alternating her stroke for his benefit. She was performing for him.

Finally, she turned and swam towards him--a beguiling expression on her face.

When she neared the water's edge, she stood. The waterline was at her shoulders. She dipped her head back, into the water, to smooth her long, dark hair. She raised her hands to her head and started to walk towards the shore, slowly emerging from the water.

In the viewfinder, he watched her body slowly rise up out of the water. Her raised arms caused her breasts to sit up beautifully. The water streamed off of them, over her tummy, down her legs. Caleb was transfixed, his exposed cock starting to grow thick and long.

She walked towards him, filling the frame. Her firm breasts were gorgeous in the Sierra sun, her nipples erect from the cool water. Beads of water clung to her tan, toned body.

She slowly knelt in front of him. He tilted the camera down to keep her in view. In the viewfinder, he could now see his own body stretched out in the bottom of the frame. His hardening cock was clearly visible.

She looked up at him, at the camera, seductively. She ran the fingers of each hand up his legs, over his knees, along his thighs. It took everything in his power to hold the camera steady.

In the frame, he could see his own cock rising and lowering as it throbbed. 

She moved her hands up to his hips and to his torso, and then down again along his thighs. She tilted her head and licked her lips, sliding her fingertips gently along the inside of his thighs. 

It was hypnotic. She was circling his cock, getting closer and closer, without touching it. And it was making him harder and harder. She leaned in close and pursed her lips, blowing cool air on the head and along the shaft. He felt a shiver run through his body.

He had never experienced anything like this: a woman as exquisite as Monique seducing him, wanting him, making his cock hard without even touching it. 

Next, she let a strand of her hair glide ever so gently along the length of his shaft. He gulped, his heart pounding. 

She raised herself up on all fours and moved over him. Slowly, she lowered her breast so that the nipple, still standing out from the cool water of the lake, brushed lightly against his silky skin of his cock. It felt absolutely incredible. To both of them.

She moved even closer to him, her legs straddling his. She leaned back so her pussy was exposed to him, and to the camera. He could see her pussy was dripping wet. She's as turned on as I am, he thought. 

She moved closer and closer to him until her glistening pussy was a centimeter from his raging hard-on. She lowered herself slowly until her wet pussy brushed lightly against his throbbing cock. 

It was too much. One more stimulus and he would shoot his load all over his chest. He sat up, breathing hard.

She pushed him back down.

She took his now completely erect cock into her hand and guided it to her pussy. She rubbed it against the folds of her pussy. Slowly. Massaging it. To her, his cock felt incredibly hard and soft at the same time. She tipped her head back and moaned. 

Caleb couldn't take it anymore. He was on the verge of coming. He sat up gently pushed her back until she was leaning back on her elbows, with her knees up and splayed. He turned the viewfinder around so she could see it. Then he began to kiss her inner thighs, working his way slowly to her pussy.

Monique peered over to look at the image in the viewfinder. In the foreground were Caleb's muscled back and shoulders. In the middle, she could see his face in her pussy, his tongue licking, probing, caressing. In the background, she saw her reclined body, her breasts in the air, heaving. She let out a moan.

His tongue had found her clit. He caressed it. She moaned again. 

This was exactly where she longed for him to be. Inside her. With his face in her pussy. He was taking her higher and higher. She glanced at the viewfinder. She saw a woman at the height of arousal, her approaching orgasm visible in her face, in her heaving breasts, in her big, hard nipples.

He kept working her clit, brushing his broad tongue over it, sending electrical shocks through her body. She felt the wave of pleasure crest inside her. She raised her pussy to his mouth, her body shuddering. He thrust his tongue deep inside her and back over her clit. Again and again.

"Ohhhhhhhhh," she cried out. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

The intensity of her orgasm left her breathless. Being in the out of doors, she let herself go, coming loudly, with guttural, primal cries.

Caleb loved hearing her come like that. It made him so hard.

He moved up to kiss her. She was in a daze, breathless. He held her face gently in his hands and kissed her softly.

"Oh, Caleb," she whimpered. "C'etait si bon."

He gathered her in his arms. She lay against his chest, collecting herself. She looked down at his erect cock.

"You are still hard."

"It was so hot watching you come. I love pleasing you. It makes me so hard."

It was true. He was long and hard, the head swollen, like a ripe plum.

"Pleasing me makes you hard?" she asked, marveling. 

"God, yes. Watching you come turns me on more than anything. I'm so incredibly hot right now."

She loved that her pleasure made him so excited.

"What a beautiful man you are," she whispered, touching his chest.

He gently lifted her face to look at him. "I want to make love sitting up, facing each other," he said softly.

"Oh, yes," she answered. "I want that too."

He reached back for the camera and positioned it next to them. She got up and stood over him. She lowered herself so she was facing him, her breasts brushing against his face. He kissed her breasts tenderly, licking her nipples. 

He held her by the hips and lowered her down until her pussy was pressed against the tip of his cock. She reached down to guide him into her. She wanted him inside her.

He spread her pussy with his fingers, pressing the tip of his cock against her wetness. He looked her in the eyes and then slowly lowered her until the head popped inside her. 

She gasped. Her mouth was open. Her eyes closed.

"Does that feel good," he asked softly.

She nodded.

"Do it again?" he asked.

She nodded.

"Doucement," she whispered. "Softly."

He raised her off his cock and then lowered her again, pressing the tip against her lips. He held it there for a moment and then lowered her until the bulbous head popped inside her. 

She moaned in pleasure.

"C'est si bon," she gasped.

"You're so tight," he answered. "It's like we're making love for the first time."

She was starting to pant now, holding him tight around the neck.

"Oh, yes," she said, breathily. "It's like the first time for me too. It's never felt like this." 

Caleb felt the same. He couldn't believe how warm and wet and tight she was. It felt like a velvet vise squeezing his cock. 

He was holding her suspended. He hadn't entered her completely yet. He wondered how she would fare as they went further.

"Look at me," he whispered. 

She opened her eyes.

"It's okay. Let's take it slow."

He held her there for a long while, just to let her adjust to the feeling of his cock inside her. He wanted to relax too, so he wouldn't come too soon.

He started to slowly lift her body up and let her down, going in a little further each time. It felt amazing. He watched her face, making sure she was okay.

He slowly lifted her up again, this time high enough to bring her breasts to his face. Her breasts were so ripe. He sucked each one. She tilted her head back in pleasure. He then lowered her back down, even further this time. 

She let out a moan.

He began kissing her neck, rocking slowly, forward and backward. The motion caused his cock to spread her even more, to go even deeper. 

Again she moaned.

He looked into her eyes. She looked back at him.

"I love making love to you," he whispered. 

He continued to rock slowly, back and forth.

"Moi aussi."

He rocked back and forth. Again she moaned.

"I love making love to you here. Outside. In nature."

"Mmmm, moi aussi."

Again, he rocked her. Again, she moaned.

"I feel like I'm one with you," he whispered. "Connected."

"Oh Cah-leb," she said, hugging him. "This is our moment. Our golden moment."

He held her tight, and slowly thrust himself deep inside her.

"Oh, do that," she said in a ragged voice. "Do that and I'm going to come. Come with me. I want us to come together."

He thrust into her again. Even deeper. She was on the edge. Gasping.

He put his arms around her and lifted her up and down, sliding along his long, thick cock. She moaned loudly.

He leaned back, letting his cock push deep inside her. Her eyes widened and she had to support herself by leaning on his legs. She moaned again. 

He pressed his hips upward, burying himself inside her. Her body began to shake.

He held her hips in his hands, pushing downward, so he had every bit of his cock inside her. She cried out, grinding her pussy against his cock.

He exploded inside her, as if her pussy was sucking the semen right out of his cock. He thrust his cock into her, again and again, her breasts bouncing and her voice crying out with every thrust. 

When they were spent, they held each other as tightly as they could with their legs wrapped around each other. They stayed that way for the longest time, slowly rocking back and forth, connected both emotionally and physically. 

They didn't want it to end.

When Monique and Caleb returned to the camp, they felt like they were high on drugs. Their bodies felt electrified and they couldn't stop smiling. They didn't want anyone to know about their relationship and, at the same time, they wanted to scream about it from the mountaintop.

They ran into Steve at the mess hall. 

"Where the hell have you two been?" he said, gruffly.

"At Salmon Lake," Caleb answered, surprised. "I told you. We were getting footage for the video."

"For five hours? You have a real job, you know," he said looking at Monique. 

"Wait," said Caleb. "It's my fault. I should have been clearer. The good news is we got amazing footage. It's going to be great."

"Well, that's fine but the accounts still need to be reconciled. If you don't reconcile the accounts, there's no camp. OK? I don't care how good the video is."

"I understand," said Monique. "Don't worry, I'll do it."

Steve turned to Monique. 

"We'll have to do the accounts tonight. After dinner. That means I'll be working a twelve-hour day. Again."

"OK," answered Monique. "No problem."

Steve let out an exasperated sigh and walked away. Monique and Caleb looked at each other like two reprimanded kids.

Later, at dinner, Monique and Caleb told the story of their trip to Salmon Lake to Caitlin and Zach. At least part of the story. They left out the part about having some of the best sex of their lives.

When they'd finished, Monique made her way to Steve's office while Caleb went back to his tent to start transferring the footage they'd shot that day.

Steve was sitting at his desk, a stack of receipts in front of him. 

"There you are," he said. "Eighteen dollars for butter. Can you believe it? How can you spend eighteen dollars on butter?"

Monique didn't know how to respond so she just shrugged. Steve seemed in a better mood at least. Less angry.

She looked around the cabin. Old and rustic, it had a small, wooden desk, a filing cabinet, and an old couch along one wall. A bookcase with some field guides and a topo map graced the other wall. 

"Sit here," he said, gesturing to a straight-backed chair next to him. "You can help me check these receipts."

She sat down next to him behind the desk. He was taking receipts, one at a time, and checking them against an accounting ledger. 

"Here, you read them off and I'll check the book," he said, pushing the pile of receipts in front of her.

She took a few of the receipts in her hand and started to read them out. He flipped through the ledger and found the entry.

"Check," he'd exclaim, after each one. She found it amusing at first. Then, it was just annoying. 

"This is the important work he needs me for?" she wondered.

She looked over at Steve. Everything about him was big. His chest, his arms, his legs, and most of all--his ego. He sat there, in his little shorts and too-tight t-shirt, with an inflated sense of self-importance oozing from every pore.

After an hour or so, they finished with the receipts. Next, he wanted to reorganize the files in the filing cabinet. They took all of the files out, stacked them on the floor and began to alphabetize them. It was mindless work and he filled the time with chit-chat.

He told her how he first got the job at the camp. He'd been a counselor and had so impressed the boss that he worked his way up to his current position. He seemed to imply that she, too, could enjoy that kind of success.

"You could do well in the hospitality industry," he told her. "You've got the looks for it."

Monique just smiled.

Steve seemed to enjoy talking. Especially about himself. He told her stories about his past jobs, his vacations, his exploits. He was getting very friendly, even cracking a few jokes. At least he wasn't "Angry Steve," she thought to herself.

When the filing job was done, he turned to her.

"You know I lift, right?" he asked her.

"I'm sorry?"

"Weights. You know I'm a body builder, right?"

Monique paused.

"No, I don't think I knew that."

"Oh, yeah," he went on. "Major. I compete. Mainly regional meets. I've done pretty well. I got the silver at the Modesto Invitational."

She nodded. "That's...great."

"Of course, I'd do better if I had more time to devote to it." He looked at her. "Here, I'll show you my book."

"Your book?"

"My scrapbook."

He grabbed a box off the top of the bookshelf and pulled out a brown photo album. He sat on the couch.

"Come on," he said patting the seat cushion. "I'll give you the personal guided tour."

Monique sat on the edge of the couch. 

"You can't see anything from over there," he chided. "Sit here. Don't worry, I won't bite."

She slowly sat next to him. She felt tiny next to his big frame. He opened the album.

"This is me at Modesto," he was pointing at a glossy photo. In it, he was flexing with his body covered in oil. His muscles were enormous. He wore a speedo.

"And here I am at the NorCal," he said, flipping the page. "I made the semis. I should've made the finals but the judging was for shit."

The photo showed three men, including Steve, in various poses. To Monique, it all seemed surreal.

"And here are some special shots I had taken. You know, for publicity."

He leafed through a series of eight-by-tens of himself posing in what looked like a photo studio. He was oiled and there were free weights and a bench.

"I want to use these to help build my brand," he said. 

To Monique, each photo was more ridiculous than the last. Arms in the air, flexing. Arms curled in front of him, flexing. His body looked almost cartoonish.

"Which one do you like best?" he asked her in all seriousness.

He flipped the pages one by one.

"I'm not sure I'm the best judge," she demurred. "I don't know anything about body building."

"No, I'm interested in your take. As a woman. Which one do you find the most...attractive."

Monique didn't know what to say. Steve kept on.

"Do you like when I'm facing the camera? Or with my back to the camera?"

He flipped between two pages. 

"Front or back?"

"Back, I guess," she answered.

He looked at her a moment.

"Then you might like this one," he fished a photo out of the pocket at the back of the album. "I don't show it to everyone."

He placed the photo in front of her. It was a shot of Steve from behind, with "mood" lighting. He was completely naked.

Monique's heart sank. She looked at it a moment, then looked at him. He was watching her like a hawk.

"I think that one turned out pretty nice," he said in a chilling voice. "Don't you think that one turned out nice?"

Monique was suddenly calculating the distance to the door in her head. 

"Yes. It's very nice."

"I think the lighting is really cool. Especially right here. On my ass."

He pointed to the photo.

"Look."

Monique gulped and looked down at the photo. 

"Have you ever been with a body builder, Monique?" he asked in a low voice.

Monique shook her head.

"Women say it's unforgettable," he intoned.

Monique couldn't believe this was really happening.

"I've got some more photos from the front I can show you..." he said, reaching for the album.

Monique stood up.

"Actually, I need to use the bathroom," she stammered. "If you don't mind..."

He looked at her and shrugged.

"If you gotta go, you gotta go." 

She made her way to the door. His voice stopped her.

"Say, Monique," he said, off-handedly.

She turned and looked at him.

"You're on an F-1 visa, right? Work/study? And I'm the sponsoring employer?"

She nodded, tentatively.

"No, I was just checking. So, as long as you stay an employee in good-standing, there shouldn't be a problem staying in the country."

Monique thought about this for a moment. 

"See you in a few," he said, cheerfully.

She turned and walked out the door.

Monique walked briskly to the women's lavatory. She assumed he was watching her. When she was out of eyesight, she made a bee line to the trees, circled around, and found her way to Caleb's tent. When she got there, she was furious.




Golden Moments



"That asshole!" she exclaimed, as Caleb tried to calm her. "What he's doing is completely unethical!"

"Illegal too," he said. "In California, you can go to jail for that."

"Oh Caleb, what am I going to do? I can't afford to lose my visa. And he expects me back in his office any minute!"

Caleb had never seen her so upset. He was determined to do everything he could to help her.

A short while later, as she found herself approaching the Camp Office, Monique felt like her heart would beat right out of her chest. She was usually poised under pressure but right now her legs were shaking. 

She opened the cabin door. Steve was standing at the window.

"All better now?" he said, condescendingly. 

"All better," Monique answered.

"Good," he said, walking to the couch. "Now where were we?"

He sat down and patted the space next to him. Monique sat down next to him.

"You know, Monique," he began, "I think you may have gotten the wrong impression."

Monique was happy for him to do the talking. Her stomach was tied in knots.

"I'm here to help you," he said, with practiced sincerity. "I think you have a lot of potential and I'm in a position to help you realize that potential."

Monique just looked at him.

"I'm just looking for a mutually beneficial arrangement. You know. I scratch your back and you scratch mine."

"What is it you want me to do?" Monique asked, in a flat voice.

"Just do your job, that's all. Put in your time helping me out in the office. Maybe come in a few nights a week. For a little extra credit."

"Extra credit?" she asked.

"Look, Monique. You're a big girl. You know how it is. To succeed in this world you have to make compromises. You need something, I need something. You need your job. I have...physical needs. We get together a few nights a week to take care of my needs and you get to keep your job. Simple as that. You do want to keep your job, right?"

She looked at him through fierce eyes.

"I need to keep my job."

"That's right. And you will. As long as you keep the boss happy. Understood?"

Monique shifted in her seat. 

"So what exactly do you want me to do?"

Steve leaned back and smiled.

"I thought you'd come around. Why don't we start with something simple. Just to get things rolling. I hear you French girls give a mean blow job."

Monique stood and faced him on the couch. He slid forward and spread his legs, unbuttoning his shorts, a sickening smile on his face.

She looked down at him with a look of resolve. She untucked her shirt from her pants. His eyes lit up as she reached under her blouse in the back. Unfasten your bra and strip for me. That's it.

In her hand was a small, black box. A wire led to a small microphone taped to the inside of her blouse.

"I guess I won't be needing this anymore," she said defiantly.

At that moment, the cabin door flew open. In the doorway stood Caleb, holding his video camera. 

"What the fuck..." sputtered Steve.

"Put it back in your pants, asshole."

Steve was dumbfounded.

"What do you think you're doing?" Steve blurted.

Caleb moved next to Monique.

"I believe sexual harassment in this state is punishable by fine, imprisonment or both."

"What are you talking about," Steve sneered. "I never touched her." 

Caleb's tone was cool, measured. He was fiddling with the video camera.

"It doesn't matter. It's called inappropriate behavior by a supervisor and a hostile work environment. Listen to this."

He held the camera out with the viewfinder facing Steve. The tinny voice was clearly intelligible. 

"You do want to keep your job, right?"

"I need to keep my job."

"That's right. And you will. As long as you keep the boss happy. Understood?"

Caleb snapped the camera shut.

"That's quid pro quo. And it's airtight. Now, if Monique should have any problems with her job, or her visa, or if you so much as look cross-eyed at her again, I'm emailing this to your boss, their boss, and the Equal Employment Opportunity Commission. Your harassing days are over, fuck face."

With that, Caleb and Monique turned on their heels and walked out.

In the days that followed, Steve said nary a word to Caleb or Monique. There were no repercussions and everything proceeded just as if nothing had happened. The Office Assistant position went unfilled that summer. Steve apparently decided the role wasn't needed after all. Monique spent her time leading hikes to Salmon Lake and elsewhere, helping Caitlin with the archery, and co-producing the video with Caleb.

During that time, Monique and Caleb's summer romance continued to blossom. They continued to take daytrips, exploring the area, and returning with big smiles on their faces. They spent every night together in his tent as well as several hours during the day. They knew their time together was finite and they were determined to enjoy every moment. 

On their last day before they had to return to the city, the two lovers lay in Caleb's tent. The late summer sun streamed through the nylon fabric and cast their naked bodies in a rosy glow. 

Monique would be leaving for Paris in a couple of days, her student visa expiring once and for all. The mood was bittersweet.

"When will I see you again?" she asked, in a soft voice.

"I don't know," he replied, quietly. "As soon as I can get to Paris. Or we can rendezvous somewhere in between."

Her fingers were tracing the contours of his chest.

"How about Iceland? I hear Reykjavík's nice this time of year."

"Hey," Caleb said. "Are you ready for your present?"

"You got me a present? What is it?" 

He pulled out the video camera and opened the viewfinder, positioning it on the pillow. He plugged in some ear buds, giving one to her and keeping one for himself. 

"It's a little something I whipped together in my spare time," he said, pushing the Play button.

She put the ear bud in her ear. He did the same. Their faces were cheek to cheek in front of the color screen.

The sun rising over a mountain lake. An acoustic guitar playing a haunting melody. Images of nature, dissolving one to another: clouds drifting over a craggy cliff, a doe and her fawn, dew-dappled leaves. A soft, romantic voice began to sing:

Now if all my golden moments Could be rolled into one They would shine just like the sun For a summer day.

Images of Monique smiling, laughing, swimming. Rising naked from the lake, kneeling to caress him. Shots of the two of them kissing, embracing, making love. 

Their whispering voices, the sounds of lovemaking:

"I love making love to you"

"Moi aussi."

"I feel like I'm one with you. Connected."

"This is our moment. Our golden moment."

As the haunting guitar continued, they watched images of themselves making love. Sweet, intimate love, beside the mountain lake, growing more and more passionate. The sight and sound of them approaching climax, then coming, loudly and with abandon, their cries of pleasure echoing off the granite walls.

When the tape was over, they slowly took the ear buds out, and turned to face each other. 

"Wow," she said, breathily. "That was so..." She was speechless.

"I know," he answered. "Me too."

She looked down at his cock. It was as big and as hard as she'd ever seen it.

"You too?" he gulped.

She nodded. "Feel."

She took his hand between her legs. She was beyond wet.

"Oh Caleb," she moaned. "I want to make love. I want to make love in every possible way. So we can remember. So we never, ever forget."

"Yes," he answered. "I want to do that too. Every possible way."

Suddenly, they were kissing each other hungrily, their hands all over each other's body. She had his cock in her hand; he was caressing her breasts. She was sucking his tongue she was so hot.

"What should we do first?" he asked, between kisses.

She thought a moment. Her eyes were wild.

"Soixante-neuf!" she exclaimed, breathlessly.

He quickly lay on his back and she straddled him, her pussy right above his face. She bent forward and gave his cock a long, lustful lick. He reached up and began tonguing her pussy, needing to taste her juices.

Before long, she was sucking him, taking his cock all the way into her throat, needing him inside her. She was grinding her pussy against his face while he tongued her clit. She came fast and with a vengeance. But she wasn't done. 

"I need you to fuck me, Caleb. Please. Fuck me. Fuck me hard and deep. Fuck me really hard and really deep."

Caleb had never seen her so hot and it was making him incredibly hot too. 

"How do you want to do it?"

She shook her head, her hair a wild mane. 

"I don't fucking care. I just want you to fuck me."

"OK, OK," he said, thinking. "Lie on your back."

She did as she was told, spreading her legs wide. He looked down at the wettest, pinkest pussy he'd ever seen.

He lifted her legs and put them over his shoulders. He moved in and placed the tip of his cock on her pussy lips. She was red hot.

"Do it! Do it!" she pleaded. "Stick it in me. I want you all the way inside me."

He leaned into her so her thighs were pressed back against her body. With one massive thrust, he shoved his cock deep inside her. She cried out.

"Ohhhhhhhhh, oui. Oui! Comme ça!"

She was speaking French. He knew that when she spoke French she was really, really hot.

"Encore. S'il te plait. Encore."

He thrust himself into her again, using his whole body. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, mon Dieu!" she was shuddering now, her body shaking like a leaf.

He pressed into her, filling her pussy with his cock. Her legs were up by her head.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh," she moaned, her body vibrating with pleasure. 

He reached down and found her clit with his thumb and began to vibrate it.

"Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeee!" she screamed. 

After her orgasm peaked and then receded, she was still worked up. And so was he. 

"Quelque chose d'autre? What else can we do?" she asked, desperately.

"From behind. doggie-style," he said forcefully. When she was feeling this nasty, he really liked to fuck her from behind.

"Oh, oui! Comme les animaux."

She immediately turned over on her hands and knees. She spread her legs and stuck her ass up in the air. She looked back at him, her eyes on fire.

He moved in behind her, gripping her by the hips. He held his cock up against her pussy. It was amazing how insatiable she was. While he paused to consider this, she grew impatient and pushed back against him, trying to get him inside her.

"Ah-ah," he teased. "Don't be naughty. Be patient."

She was in no condition to be patient.

"Oh, je suis méchante, Caleb! Je suis très méchante!" she moaned, lowering her head to the pillow, and arching her back. 

It was as if her pussy was begging him to be fucked.

"You are a naughty girl," said Caleb, positioning himself behind her. "You know what we do to naughty girls, don't you?"

"Non," she moaned. "Dis moi."

"We FUCK them!" 

He thrust himself into her as he yelled the word "FUCK."

She cried out, partly because he startled her and partly because his big cock impaled her.

"Oui! Comme ça! Comme ça!"

"You know what else we do to naughty girls? We SPANK them."

He gave her a hard slap on her butt cheek.

"Ohhhhh, oui. Je suis si méchante."

Caleb slammed his cock into her. Then slapped her again on her ass.

"You are my bad girl, aren't you. I love how bad you are."

He held her by the hips and started to work his hips. Rolling and thrusting them. Filling every part of her beautiful pussy.

She was moaning non-stop now. He was fucking her so good she was having a mega-orgasm, multiple climaxes combined into one continuous ecstatic moment. And his orgasm wasn't far behind.

He leaned forward, finding her breasts with his hands, pressing his chest against her back. Her nipples were big and hard, another sign of how very turned on she was.

He started to really go at it, fucking her like an animal, having his way with her. She loved it so much her knees got weak and started to buckle. He lay her down on her tummy, still thrusting, still pressing deep inside her pussy.

"Oh, Caleb," she moaned, "il n'etait jamais si bon. I never felt so good. No one. Ever. So good." She turned and looked him in eyes, her face a picture of desire.

"I want you to do me. Here."

She reached back and pointed to her bottom.

"You want ..." Caleb started.

"Oui. Dans le cou. In my butt."

Caleb paused. They had never done this before.

"Have you ... made love this way?"

"Never," she said quietly. "But I want to. With you."

Caleb ran his hands over the soft skin of her behind. He gently pressed her down so her back was arched, her ass up in the air. That gorgeous ass. He placed one hand on each of her luscious cheeks.

He lowered himself so that his mouth could find her pussy, sliding his tongue along her dripping slit and over her clit, then back again, past her pussy, to graze over her tender ass. She moaned, her body shuddering from the sensation.

"Oh, Caleb!" she cries out, arching her back even more.

Once again, his tongue slid along its sensuous path, over her pussy and ending at her ass. She felt a finger slide into her pussy while his tongue began to probe her other hole. Deeper. And deeper. Soon, a second finger slides into her pussy, and a finger replaces his tongue. 

Two fingers in her pussy, one finger in her ass, he began to finger fuck her. Slowly, gently. The pleasure, intense and unrelenting, made her cry out loudly, her voice ragged and breathless. She came with an intensity she had never felt before.

His warm breath against her ear, his voice.

"Darling," he whispered. "I'm going to use some lubricant and then try to put my cock inside. OK?"

She nodded, unable to form words.

"Just let me know if you want me to stop, ok?" he said softly. She could hear him unscrewing some kind of jar.

She imagined him rubbing it on his hard cock, readying himself for her. She lay her head on the pillow and arched her back.

Finally, the touch of his finger, entering her, lubricating her. Then, a pause. The tip of his cock. Pressing. Spreading. Penetrating her. A flash of pain, then pleasure. Sweet, unsurpassed pleasure.

To Caleb, the sensation of his cock head pushing inside her ass was unlike anything he had felt before. So tight. So unbelievably tight. And she was loving it. He was loving it too. He held still, barely inside her, giving her body a chance to relax.

After a moment, she reached back with her hand, touching him.

"I'm ready," she said in a breathy voice. "I'm ready for more."

He slowly pressed his pelvis forward, sinking his cock into her. Again he paused. It felt incredible. Like nothing he had ever felt before. 

"Are you ok?" he asked, softly.

"Oui, c'est si bon, ma chère. C'est si bon."

Caleb pulled out his cock and slowly pushed it back in. Then again. Stroking her. Filling her.

"Ohhhhhhhh," Caleb moaned. "You're so unbelievably tight. I love it."

She turned and looked at him.

"Oh, Caleb! I'm so glad. I want you to love it."

He was holding her hips, stroking her, his eyelids half open.

"Oh, I do love it. I've never done this before and I love it so much."

He was pumping faster now, pushing deeper. She was moaning with every thrust. He was trying hard not to come.

"Me neither," she moaned. "I never have done it. I'm so wicked. Oh Caleb, je suis méchante!"

He was panting now.

"Are you a nasty girl?" he growled. "Do you need to be punished?"

"Yes," she cried. "I need to be punished!"

He slapped her on the ass and shoved his cock into her. She cried out.

"Ohhhhhhhh," she cried. "Oui, comme ça! Comme ça!"

Again, he thrust his cock in her ass and spanked her. Over and over. 

"Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me." She was moaning loudly now, in time with his thrusts, throaty and desperate. She was on the edge.

When her orgasm erupted, like a bubbling volcano, it felt like it came from the deepest recesses of her being. Her body shook uncontrollably. She almost fainted from the sheer pleasure. 

When Caleb felt her muscles contracting, it was too much. He finally let himself go, spraying huge spurts of cum deep inside her. He had never had an orgasm that felt so complete, so total.

It was the orgasm of their young lives. 

Weeks later, after Monique had returned to Paris, after many tears had been shed, Caleb made a repeat visit to Lakes Basin. He missed her so much he felt he needed to go to back to the place that had inspired their romance. Standing at the waterfall near Salmon Lake, he thought about the moments they'd enjoyed there.

He knew this day would ultimately come, but that didn't make it any less painful. He met the most amazing woman in the world and opened his heart to her. Now, because of the vagaries of schools and schedules and visas, he couldn't be with her. And, with six thousand miles separating them, there was little hope that their relationship would survive.

Just as the pit of his self-pity couldn't get any deeper, his cell phone rang. He looked at the number. It was his parents. He'd better answer it.

"Caleb," said the distant voice. "It's Dad. Listen, Son, I have some good news. We just got the letter from the Study Abroad program. You've been accepted. Congratulations!"

Caleb took a moment to register this. 

"Oh, that's great Dad," he said, without enthusiasm. "Thanks for letting me know." 

"And here's the best part," his Dad continued. "They had a cancellation in the European Studies program. I guess you'll be living in Paris this Fall!"

Caleb nearly dropped his phone.

"What? That's fantastic!"

"You know, Son, I think living in Paris is going to be a life-changing experience for you."

Caleb closed his eyes and smiled.

"You know what, Dad? I think you're right."

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