12 comments/ 78388 views/ 22 favorites Unsuspecting Roomie on Camp By: laidbackguy "37, 38, 39". Jasmine finished counting the kids as they filed off the bus. "All present and accounted for." She joked, turning to Dave, the other teacher on camp with her. "Fantastic, now we just have to survive 3 nights with these little monsters." Dave whispered under his breath, chuckling. Jasmine mock hit him in the arm and he feigned pain. They had been teaching together for about 3 years, and got along well. Jasmine, her husband Jack, and their two kids -- Todd, 3, and Amy, 1 -- often went around to Dave and his wife Bec's place for BBQs. Whereas Jasmine and Jack were both in their early 30s, Dave and Bec were in their mid 40s, and their kids two kids had both left home in the last couple of years. Jasmine also got along well with Dave's wife, Bec, and Jack got along well with both of them, making them an easy couple to spend time with, and despite the age gap they had a lot in common. They were into keeping fit, just as Jasmine and Jack were, as well as having similar tastes in music. The first day of camp went smoothly, with the kids being thoroughly worn out by leadership activities and the like. Night rolled around and, following supper and settling the kids, Jasmine retired to her room at the end of the girls dorm. It was now 10pm, but she decided to give Jack a call anyway. "Hey babe, how's the camp going?" Jack asked, casually, once she had him on the line. "Yeah, not too bad," Jasmine replied, "Kinda tiring, but the kids seem to be having fun." "Cool. And how's Dave going? I got the impression last time we were round at his place that he and Bec were having a bit of a rough time. Maybe going through a bit of a bumpy patch in their marriage." "Yeah, they did seem a little funny, didn't they... Well, he seems ok now." "That's good to hear," Jack replied, "but don't get any ideas," he chuckled, "He's a good looking guy..." Jack joked. Jasmine laughed, "Well, I might just wait and see," she teased. "Is that right?" Jack asked, playing along, "well, don't tire the old guy out..." Jasmine laughed out loud. It was only in the past year that she and Jack had started joking around about that kind of thing. It was a sign that their relationship had become stronger, and that their sex-life was healthy, she figured. If Jack had made a joke like that a few years ago Jasmine would have been enormously embarrassed. But since the birth of their second child their sex-life had turned a corner. Before then it had been nothing special. In fact, Jasmine had found it quite difficult. She had always been very tight, making it somewhat painful and difficult to get any real depth. But since having had a second child she was that little bit looser, and it made a world of difference. That, and the fact that she had hit the gym pretty hard in the last year. She had committed herself to getting back into shape, and was now in the kind of shape she was in as a teenager. This was something she was really proud of, and she could tell Jack appreciated it too. Now they wouldn't go more than a night or two between having sex, and she loved it too. After a bit more playful banter with Jack, she said good night and hung up, snuggling down into the bed for what she was hoping would be a good night's sleep. It was about 2am when there was a timid knock on her door. She tumbled out of bed and opened the door. It was one of her homeroom students, Stephanie. She had obviously been crying. "What is it Step?" Jasmine asked, trying to sound as empathic as is possible at 2am. "It's my, my... period." The girl broke into sobs. Jasmine was already heading for her suitcase, where she had packed some pads in case of this. "Is it your first?" "Yes." Sobbed the girl. Jasmine spent the next half hour helping the girl to clean up, eventually having to let her have her bed while Jasmine slept on the floor. The next morning she sat at breakfast, rubbing her sore neck and nursing a cup of coffee. Dave sat down across from her. "Rough night in the girls dorm?" He laughed. "Urrgghhh." Jasmine replied, laughing half-heartedly. In between activities throughout the day, Jasmine tried in vane to organise new sleeping arrangements for the girl. There were no spare beds anywhere. She had resigned herself to another night on the floor of her room with Steph up in the bed. At afternoon tea, the caretaker came up to her. "Look, I might have a solution for you." "Oh yeah." She looked up hopefully. "Yep. The teachers room in the male dorm has two single beds in it." "Fantastic," Jasmine beamed. "So you can move one into the girls dorm for me?" The caretaker paused. "Well, that's the thing," He started, "It doesn't actually fit through the door... And it would be a pretty big job to dismantle it, move it, and then reassemble it..." Jasmine looked at the man for a moment. He obviously didn't want to do any more work than he absolutely had to. "So," she started, looking over at Dave. "I'd be sharing a room with Dave?" Dave looked slightly embarrassed. The caretaker paused, "Well, I can search for other options if you like..." Jasmine didn't want to hurt Dave's feelings. They had been friends for years now. And they would only be sharing a room. "Ok, that'll be fine," she replied, turning to Dave, "If it's ok with you?" Dave laughed, slightly uncomfortably, but then seemed to relax. "No worries, roomie!" That night, after having settled Stephanie in her old room, Jasmine walked across the lawn to the male dorm. She was slightly apprehensive about sharing a room with Dave. She worried, for one thing, about what Jack would think. Approaching the room, she could see the door was ajar slightly. She was about to knock when she saw Dave walk out of the bathroom, just a towel wrapped around his waist. Thinking back, she had never seem him without a top on before, and she was shocked to find that he was actually really quite fit. Not enormously muscly, but well toned. She knew that he swam and worked out a bit, but had never really thought about it before. She decided she'd better knock before she saw anything she shouldn't. Dave looked up, slightly startled. "Oh, sorry Jasmine," he stammered, "grabbing his clothes and walking back into the bathroom. "That's ok," I've seen half-naked men before!" Jasmine called after him, trying to lighten the mood, but immediately regretting sounding a little too forward. Dave just laughed from the bathroom. He emerged a minute later, wearing a pair of boxer shorts and an old singlet. "I hope you don't mind me staying..." Jasmine began, a little uncomfortable. "No, not at all!" Dave blurted out. "It's just that..." he began, glancing over at the beds. Jasmine followed his gaze. She hadn't noticed before, but rather than the two single beds being in separate corners of the room, they were pushed together in the middle. "That's ok, we can just," Jasmine started, walking over to the beds and preparing to slide them apart. "They're bolted to the floor..." Dave stated. They both stood there for a few moments. It was one thing to share a room, but an entirely different thing to basically share a bed, even if it was really two beds pushed together. "Look, I'll sleep on the floor." Dave began. "No, I couldn't ask you to do that." "Well you can't!" Dave stated emphatically, "you've already got a cricked neck from one night of sleeping on the floor. They both stood there, staring at the beds, thinking. Finally Dave broke the silence. "There are separate sheets..." Jasmine was taken aback for a moment. Dave was actually suggesting they share the bed. Then she caught herself. She was being silly. This was Dave. A friend! Plus they were both married. She gulped. She could tell Dave was feeling uncomfortable, which strangely enough, made her feel a little more relaxed about the whole situation. It wasn't like he was trying to get her into bed. He was feeling as awkward about the situation as she was. "Alrighty then," she started, trying once again to lighten the mood, "No funny business though!" Again she regretted her joking nature. Dave choked, then tried to pretend it was a laugh. They both started laughing, the mood noticeably lifting. "Ok, I'm going to have a quick shower before bed." Jasmine stated, gathering up her things. "No worries," Dave replied. "I'll probably be asleep when you come back in. I take these sleeping pills which put me out like a light. Bec says it's almost impossible to wake me once I'm out. Oh, I should let you know. I've told the boys that I'm hard to wake up, so I've left the door unlocked so that they can wake me in the case of an emergency. Jasmine nodded, not sure how she felt with the door unlocked and a dorm full of teenage boys across the hall, but there wasn't much she should do. She simply replied "Ok" and headed into the bathroom. Undressing, she looked in the mirror. It was still a bit of a novelty for her to be so fit after a decade or so of carrying around a little bit of extra weight. She turned around, looking at her body from different angles. She was only short -- about 5'4'' -- with nicely toned legs, a firm bum, and perky little b-cup breasts, which she cupped in her hands and pouted at the mirror, making herself giggle. Her short brown hair gave her a pixy-like appearance, something that Jack found really cute. It was easier to manage than the long hair she used to have, too. She ran her hands down over her flat stomach and felt the mound above her pussy. It was getting prickly -- time for another shave, she decided. Hopping into the shower, she lathered up the mound with soap and ran her razor all over the sensitive area carefully. The attention was getting her a little turned on, and her mind cast back to Saturday night -- Jack pumping in and out of her from behind. Stop it, she told herself. She was too tired to get frisky with herself. She washed the soap off and washed the rest of herself, turned off the taps and hopped out of the shower. She dried herself quickly and got into her pyjamas -- a pair of pink shorts and a tight white t-shirt. She would have been a bit embarrassed having Dave see her dressed like this, but he was going to be asleep anyway. The thought of him seeing her sent a little thrill through her anyway, her inner exhibitionist finding the thought exciting. She banished the thought from her mind and padded out into the room. Just as Dave had said, he was fast asleep. Not snoring, but breathing deeply in that way that can't be emulated. She climbed into her half of the bed, pulled the covers up over herself and immediately fell asleep. It was about 2am when she woke up suddenly. She wasn't sure what had woken her, and for a few moments she was unsure of her surroundings. Then she remember where she was. Turning her head, she saw that Dave was right behind her. He had rolled onto her bed and was lying there facing away from her. "Dave," She whispered. No response. "Dave, wake up" She said a bit louder. Still no response. Bec was right! "Dave, roll over" She said in quite a loud voice, pushing his shoulder. He didn't even budge. Shit, she thought to herself. She needed to pee anyway, and went to the bathroom. When she got back she looked down at the bed. It was probably going to be easier if she just took his side now that he was well and truly on her side. She went to get her sheet but found that Dave was lying on top of half of it. It was a warm night anyway, she thought to herself, and simply hopped into the other side of the bed -- all to herself. She lay there for a few minutes, staring up at the ceiling, unable to sleep. The moon was out and there was quite a bit of light in the room, so she could make out the artwork on the walls and the pattern on the curtain. Eventually she rolled over and her eyes fell on Dave. It was a strange feeling, watching someone sleep, especially when they were a comparative stranger. There was a slightly illicit feel to it -- like you were spying on someone. Looking at his sleeping face, Jasmine had to admit that Dave was an attractive man. His dark hair was greying at the temples, giving him that distinguished look. Even the fact that he had hair was attractive. Jack had been losing his hair for the past decade and now kept it shaved. She did like the look, but there was something about a full head of hair that was kind of sexy. Jasmine's eyes traced down Dave's body, taking in the fact that his arms were nicely toned and muscular. His t-shit had ridden up and was exposing his flat stomach, a hint of a 6-pack visible in the moonlight. Her eyes roamed down and she almost gasped. She had not noticed until that moment the tent that was being formed in Dave's boxers. Her mouth was suddenly dry staring down at the pole poking out towards her. She could tell that it was quite a good size from the way it seemed to really be straining at the thin material. Jasmine's heart was pumping quickly now. She had never actually been with anyone but Jack, and just being in such close proximity to an erect cock was both scary and exciting. For a long time she simply stared at it, her breathing a little ragged. She could feel her nipples harden and poke out against her t-shirt, trying to copy the source of their inspiration in Dave's pants. Jasmine's right hand, which had been underneath her body, absentmindedly reached up to cup one of her breasts, feeling the hard stiff nipple against her palm. Her other hand, almost with a will of it's own, reached out towards Dave. She could never touch it, she knew that -- that would be cheating -- but she had an enormous urge to get as close to it as possible. As her hand inched closer and closer to the big pole, Jasmine felt the beginnings of an ache deep in her loins. She squeezed her thighs together tightly, feeling a tingling begin in her pussy, and let out a sigh. She immediately panicked that she might wake up Dave, but remembered that he was down for the count. Jasmine watched her hand, mesmerised, as it hovered a couple of centimetres from Dave's erection. She wasn't sure if she was imagining it, but she was sure she could feel the heat emanating from it onto her palm. This made her pussy suddenly twitch, in turn making her moan softly. This was so naughty, so illicit! She felt like such a voyeur -- such a pervert. She felt more than a little bit like a slut -- and it was really turning her on. Her hand started to hover up and down next to Dave's cock, imagining that she was stroking it slowly. Now Jasmine's pussy was really begging for attention, but she didn't want to leave her nipples alone, and she didn't want to take her hand away from Dave's cock... Thinking for a moment, she got up on the bed and repositioned herself, lying back down with her feet up at the head of the bed and her head pointing towards the foot of the bed. Where she was now lying, her face was a few inches from the pole in Dave's pants. One hand continued to tease her nipples, whist the other snaked down her flat stomach. She propped her right foot up on her left knee, opening her legs up, and allowed her hand to slip inside her panties with a sigh. Her fingers traced lightly over her freshly shaven mound and outer lips, teasing herself expertly. Her breath was heavy now, and her other hand pinched her sensitive nipples lightly. Jasmine couldn't peel her eyes off Dave's big cock, and before long she had to get closer. She inched her face closer, until the head of Dave's cock, straining at its fabric confines, was a few centimetres from her nose. She was so excited and nervous at the same time. She breathed in deeply, inhaling the aroma of Dave's cock. It was such a sensual smell -- so musky and exotic. Her pussy was starting to dribble its juice out over her smooth lips. She couldn't hold her fingers back any longer, and slipped one between her puffy lips slowly, feeling how slippery she really was. This caused her to breath out suddenly. The effect of her sudden breath was to cause Dave's cock to twitch slightly, making Jasmine jump slightly on the bed, but also to slide her finger in up to the knuckle. Building up her courage, Jasmine started experimenting with blowing air onto Dave's cock. She would form a little 'o' with her mouth and pretend she was lightly blowing out a candle. She moved her head around, blowing from all angles. She found that it twitched the most when she blew directly onto the head, jumping up and down. She could see a little stain of precum on the material right at the end of Dave's cock. She felt so powerful and so horny -- controlling this sleeping man's cock with her breath but never actually touching it. Once again she built up her courage and blew harder directly onto the head of Dave's cock. Rather than simply twitching this time, though, Dave's hips thrust forward. It was all Jasmine could do, it the blink of an eye, to try to roll out of the way. She wasn't quite fast enough. Dave's cock hit her on the cheek -- trailing a sticky smear of precum from next to her mouth back to near her ear. Jasmine lay on her back panting. She was petrified that Dave had woken up, but looking back over, he was still in the same position, sleeping like a baby. Jasmine's had was still in her panties, one finger knuckle deep in her pussy. Her pussy was really squeezing down on her finger, the excitement and fear upping her arousal ten-fold. Her deep, fast breath continued as her other hand reached up and wiped the smear of precum from her cheek, her fingers trembling. Bringing her fingers up to her nose, she inhaled the strong scent deeply as she slid a second finger into her aching pussy and pushed her palm down against her still little clit. She wasn't sure what had come over her -- she was like a bitch in heat. Perhaps it was the pheromones wafting from Dave's precum. At home she never let Jack cum in her mouth -- it was just something that she found a little bit yuck. Lying here on the bed next to Dave's sleeping form, however, she found herself bringing her fingers to her mouth and tentatively reaching her tongue out to taste the sticky fluid. The salty taste touched her tongue and immediately her pussy clenched down on her fingers. She moaned as, almost with a mind of their own, her sticky fingers slid into her mouth and she started to greedily slurp the liquid from them, savouring the feeling of being so naughty. With her fingers sucked clean, she rolled back onto her side, facing Dave, the fingers of her right hand continuing their slow assault on her pussy. Her pussy was aching for more, but she wanted to stretch out the ecstasy she was feeling. Her eyes fell back on Dave's cock, lust filling her mind. She moved her head around it, looking at it from all angles and getting as close as she dared. Moving her head to the side of the massive member, she realised that Dave's hip thrust had shifted his boxer shorts slightly. Now Dave's nob was pressing only centimetres away from the fly. Leaning in, Jasmine realised with a slight gasp, that she could see through the fly and see the skin on the side of Dave's shaft. She got in close and examined the shaft, seeing its little blue veins running up and down it's length. Shifting her focus, she could see down to the base of his cock, to where a tightly curled covering of pubic hair nestled. She looked up the shaft, but couldn't quite see his nob, to her immense disappointment. Now that she could see the exposed cock, though, she could tell he was big. Although it wasn't much longer than Jack's -- maybe an inch -- it was so thick! Looking at it, she thought that she would just be able to fit her hand around the shaft. It was so beautifully cylindrical too. A perfect cylinder from base to tip. Cautiously, she blew lightly onto the exposed skin of Dave's shaft, causing the desired twitch, and making Jasmine's own pussy twitch. She lay there for a while, staring in at the skin of Dave's shaft as she slowly pleasured her soaking pussy with her fingers. She really wanted to see Dave's nob, but didn't want to actually touch him.... Then she realised that she might be able to shift the material slightly without actually touching the cock itself. She reached out her hand, her fingers trembling once again, and took hold of the side of Dave's fly, lifting it slightly and peering in. She grinned -- she was staring at the side of Dave's nob. It was so big! A deep purple mushroom top the same girth as his beautiful shaft. Unsuspecting Roomie on Camp Ch. 02 Please note: This is a follow-on from Unsuspecting Roomie at Camp. Please read this prior to reading part 2 as it will make more sense. *************************** Dave lay on the bed reading. It was the afternoon break for the kids and they were being supervised by the camp counselors down at the river. Jasmine, the other teacher on camp, had driven one of the camp cars into the small town nearby to pick up some supplies. Dave couldn't believe how tired he was. He had slept well, largely due to the sleeping pills that his doctor had proscribed for him, and despite the fact that he was sharing a room with Jasmine. Thinking about sleep made him remember the research project he was currently taking part in for his doctor, and he reached over to the nightstand, picking up the little device. It was a small black box that was fairly non-descript. His doctor was one of many across the country that were trialing the sleeping pills on various patients, and all Dave had to do was make sure that the box was turned on every evening as he went to bed and placed next to his pillow, then turn it off again in the morning. He then had to upload the data from the box onto his laptop and email it once a week to Dr. Forde. Come to think of it, it had been about a week since he had uploaded. Pulling his laptop out of his suitcase, Dave hooked the device up and watched the upload icon as the data streamed from the little box to the computer. He opened up the data file and watched the little graph being sketched. It meant very little to him, but for some reason he liked to look at the data -- it interested him in an abstract way. He knew that the graph showed how deeply he was sleeping at different times of the night, based on his movements on the bed and the sounds in the room. Apparently an internal microphone was activated by sound so that the researchers could go back over and listen to the sleep sounds if there were any anomalies in the graph. Dave scrolled through the graphs of the last week's worth of sleep. It all looked pretty similar. Then he got to the previous night. There was a strange spike on the graph in the early hours of the morning. Dr. Forde had explained to him that these spikes indicated times at which he was restless, perhaps tossing and turning in his sleep. This spike got Dave's interest though. He couldn't remember seeing any other spikes quite that big in the 3 months he had been taking part in the trial. Closing the graph, he opened the file marked audio. He had only listened a couple of times to the audio files that accompanied the graphs -- they were mostly deep breathing, with the occasional murmur or rustling of sheets. Dave wondered for a moment whether Jasmine, his roomie on camp, might have had an effect on the recording. Dr Forde told him that his wife, Bec, shouldn't have too much of any impact on the recording, as long as he kept the device on his side of the bed. When they listened back, too, they would be able to tell if a spike was due to Bec getting up for a glass of water or to go to the toilet. Opening the audio file, he could see from the visual representation of the night's audio that the mic had switched on automatically just once during the night, but it lasted well over an hour. Clicking play, Dave listened as there was a rustling of sheets, then Jasmine's voice trying to wake him. She was quiet at first, but then got louder. Evidently she had given up. He heard her get up and walk to the bathroom, her footsteps getting softer, then the seat being lowered and the trickling sound of her peeing. Just listening to it, Dave blushed. He felt like a real voyeur listening to Jasmine peeing, and was surprised to feel a slight stirring in his pants. He admonished himself for being so perverted, and was about to turn the recording off, when he heard the toilet flush and Jasmine's footsteps pad back out into the room. He was unsure what she was doing for a minute or two, then he heard her climb back into the bed. The funny thing was, she sounded much closer to the microphone than she had when she got out of the bed. He could hear her breathing for a few minutes, then more rustling as she obviously rolled over. Her breathing was a bit softer now, as though she was facing away from the device, but still louder than his own. Suddenly realisation hit him -- she had switched sides because he had rolled over onto her side. Now it made sense. And she must be a light sleeper, as she had caused the graph to spike. Come to think of it, Dave had felt slightly disoriented. Of course -- he was on the wrong side of the bed! Dave laughed to himself, the mystery solved. He reached out to the laptop, about to click stop on the recording and send the whole lot to Dr. Forde. A soft sound caught his attention, though, and his hand hesitated. It had sounded almost like a sigh. Dave couldn't be sure. He paused the recording and got his headphones, plugging them in and rewinding slightly. With the headphones on he could hear much more clearly -- He could hear both Jasmine's breath, soft and relatively shallow, and his own, slow and deep. He listened for a few moments, about to fastforward to find the sound, then it happened. It was unmistakeable -- a female sigh, loud and clear in his ears. His heart almost skipped a beat -- it was like Jasmine had sighed right up next to his ear, it was that clear. He paused it again, stopping to think. She must just have been sighing as she fell asleep, he told himself. But the sound of it had caused a deep stirring in his pants. He was sure it sounded somehow sexual. Maybe it was just his imagination... Dave listened for another minute -- there were no more sighs. He was sure, though, that Jasmine's breathing had quickened somewhat, and was more shallow. Perhaps his imagination again, he thought. There was something extremely arousing about listening to Jasmine's sleep sounds, even if he was imagining the sexual content to them. He had worked with Jasmine for 3 years now, and in the past year he had noticed a real change in her. Although she was always an attractive, friendly woman, in the past year she had lost some weight and there had been an almost imperceptible shift in her demeanour. Maybe a bit more confidence? He wouldn't say she was flirty now, but it was almost like that. He had to admit that he had even fantasised about her more than a handful of times during the year. They were working more closely this year, as they both had year 7 homerooms, and often had meetings together. When he found out that she was going to have to share his room, he was terrified and excited at the same time. And seeing her in her skimpy pyjamas had given him such a hard-on this morning that, once she was in the shower, he had snuck a look into her open suitcase and found her dirty panties from the day before. He had then quickly masturbated as he smelled them, feeling like a real old perv, and had just got them back into her bag and left the room for breakfast as she turned the shower off. Dave sat there, listening to the tape, once more about to turn it off, as he was sure Jasmine must have now fallen asleep. Once again, however, there was a sound -- this time the rustling of the bedsheets and a faint creaking of bedsprings. This sounded like more than simply rolling over though. He thought for a moment that perhaps she had got up again, but there were no footsteps. Her shallow breathing was still audible, too, albeit a little quieter. Then there was a sound like she was taking a deep breath, and then what he was sure was a pant. Dave listened intently, his own breath caught in his throat, trying to imagine what Jasmine was doing to make these sounds. The shallow breathing continued, interspersed with the occasional sigh. Sure Dave was not imagining the sexual feel to the sounds that he was hearing. By now his cock was straining against his pants. There were also sounds like she was blowing against something. Dave couldn't fathom what these could possible be, but somehow they were really turning him on. Suddenly there was a rustle and a creak, like somebody rolling over quickly, and a louder gasp from Jasmine. It was all Dave could do to hold himself back from cumming in his pants. This sound had a definite sexual quality to it. Dave's fingers reached down and undid his fly, freeing his throbbing member. On the recording, Dave could hear Jasmine panting, as though she were trying to catch her breath. This deepened, however, into heavy breathing. There was no way that these were the sounds of anything but sexual desire. Dave slowly stroked his cock as he listened to a slurping sound, followed by a low moaning. This was all too much for him. He didn't think he could hold back any longer, but he managed. There was now also a slight squelching sound. Dave gasped, himself, as he realised what this must be, images of Jasmine's fingers squelching in and out of her wet pussy flashing through his mind. For a few minutes Dave listened to the sounds -- sometimes heavy breathing, sometimes a low moaning, but always the constant slow squelching noise. He was mesmerised. It was driving his crazy! For a minute or two it went quieter. All except for the squelching. Dave was straining to hear anything else. Then, suddenly, as if from nowhere, there was a loud creak from the bed, a rustling and Jasmine was moaning loudly, the squelching going at a frantic pace. Dave's own orgasm hit him, and his cock pulsed white fluid out onto the laptop keyboard before he could stop it, as he listened to Jasmine's moaning subside to be replaced by panting, and then simply the heavy breathing of sleep. Dave was dumbfounded. He couldn't believe that Jasmine, his colleague of 3 years, and whom he had fantasised about, had just fingered herself to orgasm next to him as he slept. If only he hadn't slept so damn deeply. He got up and got some toilet paper, cleaning up the computer and himself, as his mind buzzed with what he had just heard. Suddenly a light bulb went off in his head and he grinned -- he had a plan... Jasmine let the water run down over her body as the shower rinsed off the day's dirt. Today had been better than yesterday -- probably because she felt like she had slept more soundly, which was odd given that she had been up for an hour in the night... She blushed to herself. She still had mixed feelings about what had happened the previous night. Thinking about it made her both excited and a little bit guilty. She and her husband, Jack, had joked around about sleeping with other people, but it was just talk wasn't it? In the throes of passion they sometimes talked dirty to each other, and occasionally the mention of sex with a stranger would come up, Jack getting her to say that she would love to have a stranger's cock inside her, but she really didn't know how he would feel about it in real life. Oh, well, she thought to herself. Last night was last night, and she wouldn't let that kind of thing happen again, she thought sternly. Switching off the shower, she climbed out and toweled herself dry. Once again she changed into her pink pyjama shorts and white t-shirt, walking out into the room. She was shocked to see Dave still awake, however. He looked up from the book he had been reading, his eyes automatically going straight to her nipples that appeared to be trying to poke holes in the tight fabric. Dave looked down, embarrassed, as did Jasmine. "Sorry, I was just reading for a little bit" Dave mumbled. "We can turn the light off now." "Thanks" Jasmine replied, sliding under the sheet on her side of the bed. She could see the half empty glass of water that Dave had just obviously taken his sleeping pill with. The light went off and they lay there, both finding it hard to fall asleep. Eventually sleep took them both. Jasmine was unsure whether to make small talk, and instead stayed silent. It was about 2am that Jasmine woke. She was completely disoriented, her head still very much clouded by the fog of sleep. She could feel something hard pressing into the small of her back, and she grinned to herself. Jack was a big fan of the midnight fuck, and would often surprise her like this. Sometimes she would wake up and he would already be inside her, having peeled her panties off without her waking. She could feel that her shorts were still on, however, She wasn't sure whether to pretend to sleep and let him remove them for her, or simply peel them off and jump him. She opted for the latter. With a swift movement, she pulled both her shorts and panties off over her bum and legs, tossing them away onto the floor, then reached behind her and pulled her husband's cock out through the opening in his boxers. The second she grabbed it, however, she froze. All of a sudden, reality hit her and she gasped. This was not Jack's cock -- it was too thick. She opened her eyes and realised where she was. She peered tentatively back over her shoulder at the sleeping face of Dave, unaware in his almost comatose state that she had grabbed his cock. Her initial panic subsided, and she let out the breath that she was holding. In her hand she felt the thick beast throb. She let in a sharp intake of breath. She had to let go, but something was preventing her. Despite herself, she could feel a slight tingling in the little nub of her clit. She couldn't believe that she was lying there without any pants on, holding Dave's stiff cock where it now poked into the back of her thigh. She came to a decision in her mind. Seeing as she already had it in her hand, she would stroke up and down once and then let go. Then she would retrieve her pants, have a quick cold shower, and go back to sleep. As she was mulling this over in her mind, she felt the offending shaft throb again and, almost unconsciously, she found her hand slowly sliding down towards it's base. When her hand nestled into Dave's pubes, feeling his hot balls against the side of her palm, she slid it back up the other way. It seemed to go on forever. Or perhaps it was that she was going as slowly as possible due to the fact that she had made a pact with herself that she would let go when she got to the top. Eventually, Jasmine's hand felt the smooth skin of Dave's nob against her palm. By now her pussy was dribbling a little, but, true to her word, she took a deep breath and let go, rolling forwards to get off the bed and retrieve her shorts and panties. As she rolled forwards onto her stomach however, she felt Dave's weight shift on the bed behind her. Before she could roll out of the way, Dave's body had rolled over on top of her pinning her to the bed on her stomach and pushing the air out of her lungs. She could not turn her head to look at Dave, but from the way he was breathing he was obviously still asleep. His right shoulder and chest were on top of her upper back, his bare stomach (his shirt obviously having ridden up) was on top of her bare buttocks, and his right leg was up over the back of her thighs. Her own right leg was splayed out in the position it was in as she had reached out with it to climb off the bed, whilst her left leg was pointing straight down. She could feel Dave's big, leathery ball sack hot against the back of her left thigh, just above the back of her knee, and the length of his shaft running up the back of her thigh with his nob pushing up against the fold between the thigh and her buttock. Jasmine lay there for a few moments, getting her breath back. She could feel Dave's full weight pinning her to the bed. She wasn't sure she could lift him off her. From the previous night, she was pretty sure that trying to wake him would not work. Plus, she was a bit worried about what he would think if he awoke to find her underneath him with no panties on. She thought for a moment, but she was finding it hard to think straight with Dave's cock nudging against her bum. She could feel the dampness between her legs too, her arousal making it all the more difficult to think. She decided that she would have to try to slip out from under him and off the bed, either that or lift him and push him back onto the bed. Seeing as it would take less brute strength, she tried first to slip out from under him. It was no good. The way he was lying on her made that impossible. Next she tried to lift him, pushing her upper back up off the bed with her arms. She rose a few centimetres off the mattress and collapsed again. Her arms were just too weak. She realised, if she was going to have any success at all, she was going to have to use her leg strength. That would mean pushing Dave up with her bum. Breathing for a few moments and bracing herself for the physical effort, Jasmine pushed her knees down into the mattress, levering her backside up against Dave's stomach. She felt him lift a about an inch. She was having some success, she thought to herself. Now if she could just slide her knees up under herself she could push him up and away. She carefully brought her left knee forward, pleased that she was getting there. Suddenly, however, her knee slipped. She had not realised how slippery the sheets were. With a grunt, she collapsed back onto her stomach, Dave's weight pushing her into the mattress. The fall had shifted Dave slightly too, and as Jasmine felt the air once again pushed out of her lungs she also felt something bump up against her right outer labia lip. Her grunt turned involuntarily into a moan as she felt the hard intruder pull her labia apart with a sticky noise. Her breath was ragged now -- partly from the exertion and partly from the sensation of Dave nudging up against her bare pussy. She lay there for a few moments, feeling the nob twitch against the puffy flesh of her lip. She was in half a mind to leave it there, it felt so good. But she couldn't stay trapped under Dave all night. She built up her strength once more and pushed up with her backside again, feeling her hips rise off the mattress. She could also feel Dave's nob pressing harder against her pussy lip, making her strength falter of a moment. She steeled herself and pushed upwards again, gritting her teeth at the exertion. Once again she brought her knee up towards her body, straining to keep from slipping. It was no good, though. Her knee slipped out from under her again, causing her hips to collapse back onto the bed. Jasmine let out a yelp, partly from surprise and partly from the intense pleasure that suddenly shot through her. Dave's cock had not pushed back against her pussy lip this time. This time, as they had collapsed back onto the bed, it had nudged against her tight opening and, with the full weight of Dave's inert body behind it, slipped in, spreading her lips wide as the fat head was engulfed. Her pussy was so slippery that it slid in with ease. Jasmine's yelp turned into a deep, guttural growl, like that of an animal in heat. She lay there panting, with the fat head just inside her, yet feeling stretched. Her pussy muscles contracted around the intrusion, trying to get as much pleasure as they could from the shallow penetration. Her eyes, half open, as though in a drugged state, glanced briefly at the bedside table, registering briefly the little white pill that sat there next to the half-full glass of water. She was too far gone to make the connection and see the relevance of this, however. Jasmine thought about trying again to push Dave off her, but tested by pushing up against him only to impale herself further on the rock hard pole. She lay there, eyes closed, trying to fight the desire that was coursing through her veins. Part of her brain was still figuring out ways to get out of the situation, whilst the rest of her brain, and the entirety of her body, was languishing in the ecstatic sensation that the big tool was bringing her, and, what's more, yearning for more. As her rational brain slowly but surely quietened down, she found her hips moving back and forth slightly. At first, the last rational part of her brain told her that she was trying to push Dave off her, justifying the minuscule movements. Soon, however, her movements increased, and she could feel the big nob head sliding in and out of her a few centimetres, her juices coating the skin of his shaft with a light sheen. By now, her rational mind was completely silenced. Raw, pure desire was driving her. A thought pulsed through her head, too strong to ignore. She had to get her hand to her clit. This would mean lifting her hips enough to get her hand under her stomach though. Unsuspecting Roomie on Camp Ch. 02 Up until now, she had only been moving a little bit, savouring the building of pleasure as the hard cock inside her made little movements just inside the entrance to her pussy. Now, though, as she lifted her hips to slide her hand underneath her, she felt Dave's manhood ease in another couple of inches. Holding her breath, she felt her slippery tunnel stretch, accommodating its delicious thickness. Once more, she let out a low, guttural growl, the pressure on her insides forcing it out through her mouth. She had never made this noise before, but this thought only registered faintly at the back of her mind. Her hand, now trapped beneath her, wriggled its way down her stomach and onto her smooth mound. Slipping a finger between her lips, she could feel her lubricant trickling down to her clit. Running a finger over her hooded little nub, she moaned softly. She ran it down her slit further, feeling Dave's shaft slipping slowly in and out of her entrance as she pushed her hips back against him over and over. He was now about half the way into her, and she was in pure ecstasy. Dave looked stared at the back of the head of the beauty in front of him. He was finding it harder and harder to keep up the charade that he was asleep. The smell of her arousal was wafting up to him, and it was driving him crazy, along with the fact that she was moving her hips back and forth, causing him to slide in and out of her slowly. He wasn't even sure if he could hold back much longer. He couldn't believe the turn of events. He had decided not to take his sleeping pill in the hope that he might catch a glimpse of Jasmine touching herself in the night. He knew the likelihood of it happening two nights in a row were slim, but he was hopeful. After a while, however, he had fallen asleep. The next thing he knew, he had woken up on top of her, pinning her to the bed! He was about to roll off when he felt her hips start to rock against him slightly and he realised that his nob was inside her! He almost gasped at that realisation, but managed to keep quiet. He realised that she obviously thought that he was asleep and would not wake up. She was using his body. It was unbelievable! He had laid there, feeling her hip movements become stronger, then felt her lift her hips, pulling him further into her, and start playing with her clit. This was almost too much. He couldn't help but push back. He only pushed back slightly, making sure that it was not too obvious to her that he was enhancing the penetration slightly. Silently, Dave lifted his right arm, bringing it down to Jasmine's hip. He rested it lightly on the warm, smooth skin, pausing with baited breath to see whether she would realise. There was no indication that she was aware of his hand there, so he gripped her hip slightly, using it to pull her back against his cock every time she pushed back against him. By now, Dave could feel Jasmine's fingers rubbing her clit in little circles as she moaned beneath him and pushed her bum back to impale herself on him. He was about 2/3 of the way into her, and she seemed oblivious to the fact that he was a conscious participant in their lovemaking. Just the knowledge that she was unaware that he was unaware spurred him on. His heavy breathing became a low moaning into the back of her head and his hand gripped her hip harder. Suddenly Jasmine stopped her hip movements, aware that there was a change in Dave. She suddenly felt panicked. Dave, behind her, felt her hips stop moving, and tried to hold still. His hips betrayed him, however. By this stage he was pumping into her as hard as she was pushing back against him, and when she stopped he simply pumped back into her with a moan. The sudden realisation that he was awake hit her and she gasped, turning her head, wide-eyed. Dave could not hold back, however, he was at the point of no return. The fact that she knew he was awake turned him into a madman. Throwing caution to the wind, he pulled her up onto all fours like a ragdoll and, holding her hips firmly, thrust into her with all he was worth, filling her up completely for the first time. Jasmine cried out in ecstasy, unable to stop herself. She was reeling from the sudden knowledge that Dave was consciously fucking her. It terrified her, but it also brought her right to the brink of orgasm. She felt one of Dave's hands remain on her hip as he withdrew from her depths whilst the other one slid up under her t-shirt, grabbing one of her nipples and pinching it. This was all she needed, and as Dave's cock thrust back into her, her fingers went into a frenzy on her clit. She pussy started to spasm around the long, thick cock filling her, as she cried out again and again, the guttural growl became an animal wail. She felt Dave withdraw once more and, with a grunt of his own, pumped back into her, his cock twitching as his sticky white fluid pulsed deep inside her. With one final grunt, he collapsed onto her back, causing her legs and arms to buckle. They both rolled onto their sides, Dave spooning behind Jasmine, his cock still twitching inside of her. They both panted, catching their breaths, not sure what to say. After a few minutes, Jasmine felt Dave's cock softening inside her and looked back cautiously, realising that he was asleep. His arm was up her t-shirt, still resting on her breast, her nipple throbbing dully from the pinch that had sent her over the edge. Soon, Jasmine fell asleep too, the sweat from their exertion drying on her skin, and when she awoke it was to the sound of the shower running. She lay there, looking up at the ceiling. Her pussy was leaking Dave's cum onto the sheet. She didn't care, though. She reached down and scooped up a dollop on her fingers, bringing it up to her mouth and savouring the taste of their combined juices. She had discovered a whole new side to herself. She grinned. She was unsure whether she would tell Jack, or how she would go about doing it if she decided to... She would have to test the waters where that was concerned. What she did know, however, was that this was only the beginning of a whole new chapter in her life. Unsuspecting Roomie on Camp She stared at it for a minute, then formed an 'o' with her mouth and blew gently directly onto the skin of his nob. This time Jasmine suspected that he might thrust his hips, and rolled away quickly, avoiding being hit. When she rolled back, however, her eyes nearly fell out of her head. Dave's cock had freed itself from his boxers and was poking out towards her. Her fingers almost betrayed her, pumping in and out of her pussy a few times, almost sending her over the edge, but she managed to rein it in slow her pace. Careful not to blow onto it, Jasmine leaned in until her lips were almost touching the tight skin of Dave's nob. The scent was so much stronger without the fabric impeding it, and it's effect on her was so much stronger. She had an overwhelming desire to suck this fat beast deep into her mouth. She knew she couldn't though. She knew she couldn't cheat on Jack. Her lips parted unconsciously, however, and she found herself opening her mouth wide. As long as I don't touch it, I'm not cheating, she kept telling herself. Looking down at Dave's cock, she figured she could probably just fit her mouth around the nob without it touching the inside of her mouth. The thought sent a new thrill through her body. Even before she could think about it, she found herself leaning forward, with her mouth wide. She looked down and watched as the tip of Dave's nob disappeared into her mouth, a new droplet of precum forming at its opening. Jasmine couldn't believe she was doing this. Usually she wasn't even a big fan of giving head, but here she was with such a strong desire to suck on this big cock. She inched her mouth forwards over the deep purple head, watching as it disappeared further and further into her mouth, and waiting for it to accidentally bump into her tongue or cheek. She watched the last centimetre of nob disappear into her open mouth and stopped. She imagined how the deep purple skin was within a centimetre of her soft, warm, wet mouth. She held her breath as her fingers slowly pumped in and out of her pussy, keeping her right on the edge of what she knew would be an earth-shattering orgasm. She stayed that way for what felt like an eternity, but must have been only a minute or so, letting her breath slowly in and out of her nose, then holding it. Her pussy was starting to quiver and clamp down on her fingers, her clit throbbing against her palm, her orgasm threatening to burst through her. She was about to withdraw her mouth when suddenly a drop of salty fluid hit her tongue. She immediately recognised it to be precum, but that realisation didn't stop her from grunting in lust, the air being held in her being expelled in a short puff directly onto Dave's nob from point blank range. Before Jasmine could pull back, Dave's cock started to twitch. It hit her tongue, causing her to clamp her mouth down on it and gasp. Only the gasp had the effect of being a sudden application of suction on Dave's nob. That was all it needed. The sudden stimulation sent Dave's teased cock over the edge. His hips thrust forward, sending pulse after pulse of hot cum directly into Jasmine's mouth. This was too much for her, being on the edge of the precipice, and she felt her fingers plunge deep into herself and her pussy explode with orgasm. "Unnnhhhh, unnnhhhh, unnnnhhhhh" she moaned around the hard cock filling her mouth with its seed, as her thighs clamped around her hand, her fingers tried to reach as deep into her hole as possible, her stomach muscles tensed up and her pussy convulsed. Her mouth was full of cum, and she didn't even hesitate to swallow it. Feeling the sticky, salty fluid slide down her throat as she panted with lust. She let Dave's cock slip from her mouth and rolled back onto the bed, immediately falling into a deep sleep. The next morning Jasmine awoke to the sounds of the shower running. She looked down at herself. Shit, she thought to herself. She was still the wrong way up on the bed, and on Dave's mattress rather than her own. Her t-shirt had ridden up to just under her breasts and she was lying there with her legs spread. Sure, she had her shorts on, but if you looked closely, there was an obvious wet patch covering her crotch. Would Dave have noticed all this? Would he have noticed that his cock was out when he woke up? Had he woken up as he came, but she had not noticed as she basically passed out? Shit. She straightened herself out and busied herself with rummaging in her bag as Dave emerged from the bathroom. "Morning." He chirped, already dressed. "Morning." Jasmine replied, finding it hard to look him in the eye, and trying to sound casual. She found it hard not to focus on the fact that she had the taste of this man's cum in her mouth from the night before. Dave's casual tone, however, relaxed her a bit. Perhaps he didn't suspect anything afterall. "How'd you sleep?" He asked as he combed his hair. "Um, yeah, pretty well." Jasmine replied. "What about you?" "Like a baby." He answered, grinning. "Like I said, I could sleep through anything." Jasmine immediately related at the casual way Dave was talking. He didn't remember or suspect anything after all. By the time Jasmine had showered and dressed, she was feeling much better. What had happened had happened and it couldn't be changed. It had gone a little too far, but she was the only one who knew about it -- Jack would never know - and she could live with it. In the back of her mind a little voice added -- yeah, and it was the most exciting experience of my life.