Day Three

The alarm woke me at 0645. The air blowing through the cabin was brisk, mainly where parts of my body stuck out from under the sleeping bag. I lay on my side, Lauren’s ass pushed against my groin as my arm held her close, my hands between her tits. Reflexively I squeezed one, earning a moan from her.

“Is that an alarm?” she asked.

“Yes. Time to get up and pretend we didn’t spend the night together.”

“I’m afraid that ship has sailed. I guess we don’t have any time.”

“Just time for a swim. I will fix that tomorrow.”

“Good.”

She rolled around, and we kissed good morning before we headed for the lake. No one moved on the far shore yet, but we stayed out of sight as much as we could as we washed up from our nighttime activities. I tossed her the dry towel and quickly ran back to the cabin. Lauren pulled clothes and a brush from her backpack.

“What? You think I would spend the night with a man and not have a change of clothes?”

“Honestly, I have no clue. I am just watching you get dressed. I haven’t seen that before.”

“Oh? Wait until I have to shave.”

My cock twitched a bit at the suggestion, and Lauren did not miss it.

“Oh, ho. A bit kinky are we? I look forward to seeing what else interests you. But for now, enjoy the show,” she said with a wink.

She made a production of pulling on her underwear and bra, the first time I had seen her wear one, then a t-shirt over her head before she pulled on her shorts and running shoes. She bent down and kissed me quickly.

“Don’t take too long, and try not to think about me changing into my bikini when I get back to the cabin.”

My cock twitched again. Her hand dipped down, stroked it once, kissed me again, then disappeared out the door. It took me a moment to get my cock under control before I could put on my clothes. Taking a page out of Lauren’s book, I picked up a change of clothes and put them in the bottom of my pack, then tossed in some small things I might need for today’s classes before I settled my feet in my shoes and made my way to breakfast.

“Good morning team,” I said.

The fire roared in the grate, Eric and Jackson mixed the dough for the pancakes while Tay and Cassie were arguing over how best to make them.

“Just don’t burn mine, please? I have a lot of work to do today,” I said to a general laugh. “Where are Suzanne and Don?”

“I don’t know about Don, but I am here,” Suzanne said from behind me.

“Good morning! Sorry, I didn’t see you there.”

“Just arrived.”

“Eric, go roust Don, would you? Tell him if he doesn’t get up, I will send Cassie, with a bucket of water.”

That got a laugh from everyone, and Eric walked out of the circle to find Don.

“What’s the order for today?” François asked as he tipped a bug out of his bowl.

“Rick will brief everyone in a couple, but essentially, half of you will be with me, half will be with Andre working on your canoe skills. We will rotate like that every half-day for the rest of the week. Depending on what you feel you need more or less, you may spend extra time in one of the other groups.”

“Who’s going with you first?” Suzanne asked.

“Beats me. It may have been decided, it may not. Which reminds me, if you will save me some breakfast, I need to find out if we have compasses and how many we have.”

“Need a hand?” Suzanne asked.

“Sure, come on.”

We walked up to the map room. Lauren had moved the camp gear around since I was last in the room, and it was more crowded than even I thought it could be possible. We were barely inside the door when Suzanne moved into my arms and kissed me. We squirmed against each other for a couple of minutes before we broke.

“We should be a tad more careful. You can see straight into this building.”

“Only if the light is right, and it isn’t right now.”

“Sounds like you have some experience with this.”

“A bit,” she said as she bit her lip. “About last night...”

“What about last night?”

“I shouldn’t have run away like I did. You just ... you caught me by surprise.”

“I don’t understand.”

She moved us back into the shadows, then came into my arms again, her lips close to my ear.

“When you touched my nipples, it was intense. Too intense. I had not expected it to be that way.”

“You had been teasing me all day, and I am sure that had something to do with it.”

“It could, but no one else has ever made it that ... intense.”

The way she said intense told me she meant something by it, but I had no idea what.

“I’m a bit dense. I don’t get out much. What do you mean by intense.”

“I had an orgasm, but it was very wet. I have never had one like that. It caught me by surprise. I didn’t want to embarrass you.”

She pulled back from my ear and kissed me again, then grabbed my hands and put them on the now bare skin of her abdomen. I slid them up as she indicated and thumbed her small tits, then her large nipples. She gasped again and rammed her body against mine, but did not tell me to stop playing with her. She mewled in her throat, then bit my shoulder as she shook against my body.

“Enough, enough,” she gasped.

I slid my hands down below the edge of her tits, but not off her hot skin. She looked over her shoulder, then grabbed the hem of her shirt and lifted it. I bent down and engulfed her small tit in my mouth as my tongue flicked her nipple. Her hand crushed my bicep before she pushed me off her chest.

“We need some time alone,” she gasped. “And I need to change my panties before we go into the woods.”

She kissed me again quickly, pulled down her shirt, and slipped out. I put my frustrated energy to good use and found the box of compasses. Some of them had seen better days. They were scratched, and one had a broken plate, but they all seemed to work. I put them in a row on the top of the cubby holes where they formed a shelf and let them settle. As they did this, I walked back to the campsite for breakfast.

“Got a minute?” Rick asked as our paths merged.

“Yup, what’s up?”

“How do you want to split folks up?”

“Half and half? There are ten in each group. Looks like there are eight compasses, so we don’t have to split the group up. I was on my way to get mine and verify how many of them are still true.”

“Hey, that’s good news. If you can get ten through at a time, we have two rotations over the next three days.”

“That sounds like the plan, then.”

Rick went off to talk to the others while I went to get breakfast. The pancakes were passible, and I quickly consumed two before I picked up my bag.

“I will be back in a couple of minutes, folks. Just need to check the accuracy of our borrowed compasses.”

I walked back towards the map room. Lauren was inside.

“Hello,” I said with a smile.

“Hello, you. Already frustrating women this morning?” she asked with a smirk.

“What do you mean?”

“Sex smells. Unless you did not have your way with her.”

“It would seem she had an intense orgasm last night, and probably another one today when I sucked her nipple, nothing more than that.”

“You are having all kinds of fun today, aren’t you.”

“What do you mean?”

She moved forward and kissed me quickly.

“I am just teasing you. Be nice to her. Just don’t forget me.”

“How could I forget you?”

“Just be nice to her.”

“Lauren, we need...”

“John, I am not jealous. She may not like you spending time with me, but I don’t mind you spending time with her. At least not at the moment. Deal?”

“Deal.”

We kissed again, then pulled away. I opened my bag and found my compass, set it beside the others, then did a quick inspection.

“Nice compass,” Lauren said. “And you know how to use it.”

“Yes. If I had it with me when we were in the swamp, we might have gotten out sooner.”

“How long have you had it.”

“About ten years now.”

“And what do you see?”

I looked across the compass line.

“They all point north, which is good. It is rare for a compass to fall out, but it does happen. Other than the two with the broken plate, they will do for this exercise.”

“Can I come?”

“Who’s going to teach your class.”

“Good point. But I need to learn this too.”

“When does Andre teach another night class? I will take you out then.”

“I will hold you to that.”

“Rick’s warming up out there. Time to get going.”

Lauren looked out the window and nodded. I scooped up the compasses and dumped them in my pack after putting mine around my neck, and together we walked across the lawn.

“Questions?” Rick asked, then turned to us. “OK, off you go.”

“My team with me,” I said and headed towards the road to the orientation course.

When I was assigned the task of teaching orienteering, I knew I would need some maps, but the area we were working in was less than one square kilometer, so the usual 1:25000 scale map was going to be useless. I had spent some time at the cartography office and found some land surveys at a 1:9000 scale. They lacked some of the basics that were on a standard map but would be a good educational tool. I was thinking about my speech as we walked along the path towards the first marker.

“Gather round,” I said when we reached the starting place, a small clearing with just enough room to form a circle. “You will notice that the ground here is rough, the sight-lines are pretty bad, and you can get lost. Our goal here is to teach you how to not get lost. Take one and pass it around.”

I had made up a couple of sheets of information, including a photocopy of the maps we would use. I passed out compasses, and we set to work learning about declination and how to account for it. We all went together from the first to the second marker. Then, in turn, each person took the lead, and we marched from point-to-point. The higher the sun climbed, the hotter the day got, and by noon, we were exhausted, sweaty, and hungry.

“Good work. When you come back here tomorrow afternoon, it will be a bit more difficult. For now, let’s get lunch. Now, who knows which way camp is?”

François was the first to determine which way we had to go, and soon we were back. Lunch was sandwiches, quickly consumed, and everyone rotated to their next assignment. I got Group Two, Lauren’s team, and we walked back up the road. I went through the spiel again, passed out my handouts, and we were off to the races. This group took a bit longer to get their heads around the concepts, but in the end, no one got too lost. I was not sure how they would cope in the next exercise, but I was happy that at least if they found themselves up here, they had some concepts that many other staff never got. Our trip back to the camp was not as smooth as with my team, but we made it back with about thirty minutes to spare before dinner.

Andre was still out on the lake with a couple of folks, but my team was nowhere to be seen. Rather than look around for them, I took advantage of some free time and walked back to my cabin, where I stripped out of my sweat-soaked clothes, picked up a damp towel, and headed down to the lake. I took some solid strokes away from my dock towards the middle of the lake, luxuriating in the cold water as it sluiced the heat from my body. I looked back towards my dock. Lauren waved at me before she jumped into the water. I cut the distance between us and met her halfway.

“Hello, you,” I said as we met. “How was your day?”

“Hot. Bloody hot.”

“You should be out in the woods. No wind.”

“How did they do?”

“Your team got the idea eventually. They seemed to be a bit flighty initially.”

“Yes, they are not the sharpest knives in the drawer I noticed. Craig already cut himself on the ax.”

“Not bad, I hope.”

“No, just a nice gash.”

“Happens.”

We floated for a couple of minutes before we swam back into the shore where we kissed.

“Joanne is damn sexy,” she said, her arms around my neck.

“Think so?”

“Cute butt, and those tits. Yeah, I think so. No one on your team can keep their eyes off of her.”

“I like Cassie’s build myself.”

She studied me as she thought about that.

“I can see how you would. Well, take advantage of any offer.”

“Including you.”

“Especially me. Have I told you how empty I feel today without being able to touch you? Damn, I am almost obsessing over you.”

“Feel free to obsess. Just tell me what you need from me. I am still learning.”

“Never fear, I will.”

“We need to find some dry towels.”

That got a laugh from her and another kiss before we climbed out of the water, dried off, and went back to get dressed. This time, Lauren watched me get dressed, with more than a few touches. I hung up our towels, grabbed my pack, and headed to dinner. Andre met me on the path.

“How was the day,” he asked.

“Hot and sweaty. You?”

“Not so sweaty, clearly, but still hot, even on the lake.”

“How are they coming along?”

“Really well. I think we have a good group of canoeists here.”

“That is great to hear. Grab a swim, and I will see that everyone gets dinner going.”

“Thanks, just going to change, and I will be along.”

“See you there.”

There were fires in two of the three pits when I arrived. Lauren’s team seemed to be struggling to get it started.

“Having issues?” I asked.

“Wood’s wet,” Clarence said.

“Hm. Odd. Need a hand?”

“If you think you can do better,” he said, frustrated.

I looked at their fire and tried not to tell them what they were doing wrong. Instead, I picked up the log they were trying to light and looked at it. It was wet on the outside, and perhaps a trifle green too. I put it down with the others and pulled up another piece.