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 ï>¿Jenna goes to Ski Camp by Helmhood

   All right, so last December I had taken a trip with my friends to a ski
lodge.  Well, this year, as winter was approaching, I was starting to think
about that trip again.  It had been pretty exciting for me.  But I didn't
have any money to make such a trip again.  I tried to forget about it, but
as the season drew close, I really wanted to go badly.  There had to be
some way I could make another trip.

   Then one day I was browsing online, and I came across an advertisement
for a new ski school opening up.  It was in the same area as the lodge my
friends and I had stayed at.  It seems they were running a special winter
camp for high school students, and even better, they were in need of extra
counselors!

   Me, a ski camp counselor?  I giggled to myself, because I'm really not
that good on the slopes.  But the advertisement said that all expenses
would be paid for the candidates they hired for this position.  So I
figured, why not give it a shot!  I submitted an application including a
photograph (not sure why they needed that) and then waited to see if I
would hear any reply.

   Well, about a week went by, and I began to figure nothing was going to
come of it.  So much for my dreams of returning to that ski resort, it
seemed.  And then one morning, I was going through my e-mail -- and I
actually got a response!  They wanted to schedule me for a phone interview,
and they would be making a decision pretty quickly, since the camp was soon
to start.

   I presented myself very well, as best I could for a long-distance
interview.  The lady on the phone must have liked the sound of my voice. 
And she said that I had a pleasant demeanor, and good communication skills.
It was what they were looking for to fill the final spot.  Her final
concern was if I would have any problem working with young people, 16 year
old boys and girls.

   "That will be no trouble at all!" I answered enthusiastically, figuring
I had gotten the job.

   Of course, it wasn't really a job since there was no pay involved.  It
was more of a volunteer situation.  Although the ski school was going to
take care of my travel arrangements, and my meals and boarding would all be
included.  Sounded like a fair deal to me.  In fact, it was exactly what I
had been looking for!

   Indeed, the lady said she was please to welcome me aboard.  In a couple
of days, they would have a shuttle stop by my house to pick me up, and then
fly me to the ski resort.  Now I was really excited!  I packed all my
stuff, even brought a few new outfits, and told my friends how thrilled I
was to be going.

   They reminded me that I was still going as a camp counselor, and that
this wasn't exactly a vacation.  That was true, and I would have to be
mindful of my responsibilities and duties.  But nonetheless, I was
absolutely bouncing off the walls about my upcoming trip.  When the bus
showed up that morning, I think I ran out the door.

   I had an uneventful flight up to the ski resort, but before I knew it,
we landed and I was off to the campgrounds.  There was a special cabin used
for the counselors.  There were twelve of us in total, between the ages of
20 and 30 years old.  That put me in the middle of the age group, since I
was 24.

   And then it finally dawned on me that this was serious business.  I
would be working with other people, counselors who were far more
experienced than me.  Soon I realized it would become apparent that I was
quite the novice, and they would probably pick on me.  Even the younger
girls seemed amused as I shuffled into the cabin, uncertain of my
surroundings.  Maybe it was just my imagination, but I sensed that they
knew I had only taken this position in order to get a free trip to the
resort.  My face blushed guiltily, and I felt embarrassed.

   The next day we had a counselor orientation.  Well already I was being
teased, as in the girls shower room, I was repeatedly pinched and had
towels snapped against my butt!  The other girls all got a good laugh at my
expense.

   When the head counselors reviewed the camp procedures, they also brought
out the school's instructors uniforms.  But my outfit, because I was new to
the team, consisted of a white sweater top with the camp's logo, and a pair
of brown shorts with suspenders.  I guess they might be kind of cute, but I
felt a little ridiculous once I changed later that after noon. 
Unfortunately, the top was too tight, and I feel it made my breast seem
really pronounced.  And the shorts were kind of snug, too, hugging my
cheeks and only coming down to the tops of my thighs!

   I guess it wasn't so bad, since the weather was rather mild for this
time of year.  The camp had a snow-making machine, so there was plenty of
slopes available for training the students.

   That night, back in the counselors' cabin, the ladies gathered in circle
and had me stand in the middle.  They told me that because I was the newest
among them, I had to go through an initiation period!  And then they told
me I would only be allowed to wear my uniform -- without any underwear!  To
make matters worse, the other counselors had me take off all my clothes
right there.  It was kind of humiliating, but I figured it was all in fun
and went along with it.

   As I handed over each item, they made sure to confiscate my bra and
panties.  I just stood there waiting to see what would happen, and shyly
clasped my hands over my pussy.  Admittedly, all these people staring and
smiling at me was starting to have an effect on my body.  Soon, my nipples
were sticking straight out, fully erect.

   They made me go to bed like that, and sleep in the nude.  Well, I have
to say it did feel really good.  I think my nipples stayed hard the whole
night!  When I woke the next morning, the counselors gave me my new uniform
-- top and shorts, boots and socks, and nothing else.

   After a quick shower, the first thing I put on was the white pullover
sweater.  It was tight fitting, and really snug around my swelling breasts.
I thought it was pretty evident that I was going braless.  The hem only
reached down to my bellybutton.  I lowered my eyes, then, and wiggled my
toes on the wood cabin floor.  It occurred to me that I was standing here
completely bottomless.  I looked around and saw the other girls in various
states of dress, but none of them had their ass hanging out on display like
I did.  The feeling of exposure was starting to excite me, and my lower
lips parted allowing my clitoris to emerge from its hood.

   "Oh!" I gasped, as I briefly touched myself.

   Well, I didn't want to have an orgasm in the middle of the cabin, so I
needed to hurry up and finish getting dressed!  My hands found the little
brown shorts lying near my bed.  I stepped into them, and pulled them up my
legs.  Again, it was a snug fit, and the seam of the crotch rubbed my bare
labia.  I really wish the older counselors would have let me kept my
underwear!  Now I had to be careful, because I had a trim patch of pubic
hair, as I eased the zipper up slowly to the top button.

   Decent, at least somewhat, I turned around looking for my shoes. 
Suddenly a young lady with long blonde hair appeared in front of me,
dangling my boots and socks in her hands.

   "Are these yours?" she teased.

   Of course, I felt childish standing before her in my bare feet, with a
top coming down to reveal my belly button.  I told her, yes, that I thought
they were mine.  The other ladies, now fully dressed, gathered around me
and watched as I tugged the socks onto my feet.  When I stretched to tie
the laces on the boots, the shorts were really grinding into my pussy, and
it was driving me crazy!  I also felt like I was being given a wedgie as I
bent over, these shorts riding up my ass!

   Finally, when I was all situated in my new uniform, the head counselor
also gave me some suspenders.  They were brown, matching the shorts, and
fastened onto the waistband in the front and back.  Crossing over my
shoulders, the straps pressed directly against my nipples.  I was a little
embarrassed as it seemed this only accentuated my breasts, in fact, I felt
all my curves were on display.  But I guess I did look kind of like one of
those yodelers from the Alps or Switzerland, which was kind of cute.

   The head counselor, who looked like she was in her later twenties but
not unattractive, addressed me.  "Now Jenna, you will be assigned cabins E,
F, and N."

   The other ladies giggled upon hearing my instructions.  I narrowed my
eyes suspiciously, hands on my hips, and asked, "What's so funny about
that? Are they difficult or something?"

   "Not so much," the head counselor replied, although she was clearly
grinning.  "Those are three of our beginner groups of campers.  Since you
are new here, they should be good for you to work with.  The first two are
girls, but cabin N is for boys in that age group.  Six campers to each
cabin -- do you think you can handle that?"

   I quickly did the math in my head, then nodded yes.  Actually, I wasn't
too sure, since eighteen young people seemed like a lot.  But I didn't want
to let on that I was nervous.

   "Good!" said another counselor, taking me by the arm and leading me to
the door.  "We'll get you set up with the equipment and bring you to the
starting hills.  Then you'll be on your own!"

   Again, I nodded, swallowing a lump of anxiety down my throat.  All I
could think now was that I would be in charge of eighteen teenagers, and I
wasn't wearing any underwear!  What a way to begin --

   My fellow camp counselors were true to their word, and they helped me
pick up a pair of skis and poles.  I was also given a pack of supplies. 
They led me across the grounds of the ski school, toward the slopes that
were designated for beginning students.

   Once I reached the top of the hill, the other ladies departed.  I took
note of my surroundings, watching as the first group of students
approached. We were not very high up here, and just behind this hill was a
grove of pine trees.  It was kind of mild out, maybe in the mid forties,
and pretty sunny.  In fact, there wasn't a cloud in the sky.  But there was
plenty of snow on the ground.  Overall, it looked like it would be a
pleasant day.

   Six teenage girls marched up the slope in my direction.  I greeted them,
and made introductions, while they seemed to evaluate me in my little
counselor recruit outfit.  In contrast, these girls had really nice
snowsuits on, and designer goggles resting on their heads.  Their gear
looked pretty expensive, too.

   When I was surrounded by a dozen young ladies all chatting up at me, I
realized that these were a bunch of rich kids.  Spoiled, no doubt, and not
likely used to respecting authority.  I saw that I was going to have my
work cut out for me.  But I was more self-conscious of the fact that the
only reason I was here, was because I didn't have enough money to take a
trip to the nearby ski lodge.  Already, that made me feel even more
insecure, even inferior --

   The six boys from cabin N came tramping through the snow, then paused to
leer at my legs and full breasts.  I blushed, and rubbed my hands over the
bare skin of my thighs.  They started whistling and teasing me at once.  I
tried to exert some control, and begin with some basic maneuvering
exercises.

   But pretty soon, it was clear that I was loosing any control I had over
the situation.  More so, because as I walked around demonstrating some
rudimentary skiing motions, my body was reacting to the fabric of my
uniform -- rubbing my sensitive parts.  The campers were all watching,
looking at me, as if they knew my little secret!  It wasn't long before I
lost track of the members the larger group.

   I was vaguely aware of two boys and two girls wandering off, away from
the beginner hill.  Later, another two girls disappeared giggling, in
search of something more interesting to do.  That left me with twelve
teenagers still on my hands, eight girls and four boys.  I thought maybe I
should go after the deserters, but I was continually distracted by those
who remained, being pulled in one direction or another.  Certainly, I was
getting a good work out!

   After a while, one of the more bossy teenage girls started to complain
how boring this was.

   "There are more challenging slopes, just beyond the woods over there,"
she told me.

   More and more, it was becoming obvious that I was the one new to this
area, and the young campers were more sure of themselves.  I reluctantly
agreed to follow the group down the hill, and through the stand of trees
thick with needles.  Beyond the perimeter, we came across a broad range of
hills climbing toward the sky.  I was not too thrilled about this little
adventure, but two of the boys urged me forward, practically dragging me
through the snow.

   By the time we reached the summit, it was noon.  The sun beat down
directly overhead.  Actually, it was kind of nice up here, sheltered away
from the rest of the camp.  Then the teenagers slowly gathered around me.
One girl offered to take my bag of supplies.  Another red-headed young lady
playfully snapped the back of my suspenders!

   "You don't look too comfortable in that uniform, Miss Jenna" she
remarked pleasantly.

   "What -- what do you mean?" I started shuffling around on my skis.

   Now her voice turned slightly accusatory, "Well you're not wearing a
bra, are you?"

   My face turned bright red, yet I tried to remain defiant.  "Of course I
am!  What makes you think --"

   Suddenly, another girl slipped behind me, and took the two suspenders in
each her hands.  With a firm tug and a yank, she pulled them off my
shoulders to hang at my sides.  Everyone got a good laugh as my breasts
beneath the sweater heaved forward.

   "Oh, my!" I gasped.

   Now that the straps attached to my shorts were holding everything in
place, my boobs bounced and jiggled under my top.  The red-haired teenager
raised an eyebrow and smiled triumphantly.

   "You want to reconsider your statement?" she asked, folding her arms,
waiting to see how I would respond.

   I tugged nervously on the end of my shirt, fussing with the hem.  They
could all see my belly button, as I sought for an explanation of why I was
dressed this way.  Blushing, I told them I was a new here, and the other
counselors made me go out without a bra.  The teens all pointed and
giggled.

   Then another girl stepped forward and said, "Take off your top, and show
us!"

   "But, I -- oh!" My hands were already gripped tight around the edge of
the shirt.

   "Because you lied to us," the other girl continued, "when you said that
you were wearing a bra.  Come on, take off your sweater, Jenna."

   I noticed that she did not address me as Miss Jenna.  I was no longer in
a position of authority.  They had stripped me of that title.  Now they
wanted to strip me of my clothes.  The thought kind of excited me a little.
We were pretty secluded up here, just the thirteen of us.  I looked around
at their young, eager faces.

   I took a deep breath, then slowly lifted the bottom of the uniform
shirt. Actually, I found that I had raised it to the bottom of my breasts.
My bare stomach was on complete display.  Glancing over my shoulder, I
shyly lifted the material higher, until all that was left was to pull it up
over my head and off my body completely.  Now topless, my boobs bounced
free, and in the cool air -- my nipples hardened immediately.  I gave the
shirt to one of the girls nearby, and then stood with arms at my sides.

   Some of the boys watched with their mouths hanging open.  They began to
drool at the sight of my bare breasts.  That made me feel excited and
embarrassed at the same time!

   The bossy redhead adjusted her ski goggles and said, "You can pull your
suspenders back up, Jenna, and cover those pointy things!"

   I did as I was told, partly out of reflex, but also curious as to what
this would be like.  It was weird to feel the soft fabric of the suspenders
against my smooth bare shoulders.  And the straps fell directly over my
erect nipples.  That tickled a little, I think I may have even moaned.  I
felt like a naughty firefighter, hee hee.

   By this time, I had really lost any chance of controlling these spoiled
teenagers.  Plus, the air on my skin and knowing the sides of my breast
were fully in view, kept me pretty horny.  Two of the boys asked me to ski
down the side of the slope with them.  I agreed, again, mainly because I
had never done anything this daring before.  I did not consider the
consequences if we should run into other counselors or campers.

   But it was such a rush, skiing downhill, half naked!  My skin was
flushed from the exertion as well as the arousal.  Standing at the base of
the slope, I asked the boys to hold onto my poles, and I lowered each of my
suspenders again.  I felt my hair coming loose from my ponytail, swish
across my bare back.  My nipples stood out prominently, even pointing
toward the bright blue sky.  We made our way back up the trail, climbing
the hill, and my boobs swaying from side to side.  I noticed the boys had
pitched a couple of poles of their own!

   Sliding once more into the midst of these dominating teenagers, I was
teased once more about my state.  One girl reached out and flicked my
nipples!  Then they continued to tease me about the initiation the other
counselors had put me through.

   "So are you even wearing panties, Jenna?" the obnoxious redhead asked.

   I squirmed a bit, shifting my weight as I leaned on my ski poles. 
"Truthfully, I was not allowed to put on any underwear this morning."

   The admission was really humiliating, but I figured that would be good
enough for them.  Instead, the teenager moved closed to me, and popped open
the button of my shorts!

   "Why don't you prove it, and take off the rest of your uniform!" she
coaxed.

   There were some whistles and cheers, and I know my body was reacting in
ways I wish it didn't.  I licked my lips and said, "Oh, but to remove these
shorts, I'd have to take off my skis --"

   That was when a larger girl, about my size, positioned herself next to
me.  She sized up my figure, and then bent down to undo her own skis.

   "These are very fashionable," she gestured with her ski pole.  "Unlike
yours where you have to lock in your boots, these have soft comfy footholds
attached to the board.  If you want, we can switch skis."

   I had never seen the type of equipment she was using.  I guess it did
make it pretty easy for beginners.  At this point, I was in a bit of a
daze. My heart was beating fast, and I felt a mix of emotions.

   "Um -- mmmm, I guess," I replied breathlessly.

   Two other girls quickly crouched down at my feet and started unlocking
the latches from my boots.  When they were free, the campers had me lift
one leg poised in the air, while they nimbly undid the laces.

   "Take her sock off, too --" the red-haired teen ordered.  "We don't want
it to get wet in the snow!"

   Soon, both my shoes and warm wooly socks were removed, and I stepped
away from my skis.  I shivered as my bare toes sunk into the powdery snow.
And then I remembered that I was supposed to slip my shorts off as well.  I
bit my lip, my hands nervously playing with the open flaps of the front. 
Slowly I lowered the delicate zipper.

   "Come on, Jenna, strip!" one of the teenagers commanded.

   I wiggled the shorts over my hips, and then began pulling them down my
thighs -- all the way past my knees, down to my calves and ankles.  I
straightened myself, kicking the uniform bottoms, suspenders and all, off
my leg.  It felt good to have those ridiculous things off!

   Then it occurred to me -- I was standing totally nude in front of twelve
teenagers!

   I couldn't help it, I raised my hands to squeeze my breasts.  Lifting an
arm, I ran a hand through my brunette hair.  I did not cover my pussy right
away, so they all got a good luck at my bush, although I kept my legs
together to prevent them from seeing my pink lower lips.  Suddenly feeling
really embarrassed, I lowered a palm to hide my crotch, and slung an arm
over my boobs.

   But soon a couple of girls were tenderly at my side.  A comforting hand
on my back, and then fingers tickling my bottom, had me moving forward
toward the other girl's new skis.

   "Oooh," I squealed as they gently took my arms, leaving everything
exposed!

   They assisted me in sliding my bare toes into the footholds of each ski.
Of course, this meant that helpful hands were roaming over my body --
squeezing my thigh, or resting a palm on my butt to make sure I was firmly
secure on the boards.  By the time I was locked in, gripping my poles once
more, my legs were fairly separated and that left my labia protruding and
hanging down.

   "Oh my gosh, I'm naked!" I cried.  "What am I supposed to do now?"

   The teenage girl who had tormented me, now took advantage of my
inability to use hands to cover up or protect myself.  She playfully traced
a finger down between my breast, down my stomach, and encircled my navel.
She then teased her fingers through my trim pubic hair.

   "We want to watch you ski, Miss Jenna.," the girl explained, but this
time her tone was mocking.

   She directed me over to the other side of the hill, opposite the way he
had originally came.  I was greatly embarrassed as I swished through the
level snow, my breasts bouncing with pink nipples fully erect.  And behind
me, I knew the teens could see my pussy lips peeking between my legs.  I
was getting wet down there, and glistening when the sun hit me in just the
right light.

   "Fly down this slope," they instructed me.  "And we'll meet you at the
bottom.  Then we will give you back your clothes."

   "All right," I said, thinking this sounded like a fair arrangement.  But
then, what other choice did I have?

   Someone smacked me on the ass, and that sent me over the edge.  Well,
not that edge.  I mean, I was pretty aroused and very close to having an
orgasm -- but the slap actually sent me over the edge of the hill.  I got
into a crouching position for the initial descent, and the wind rushed over
my bare body.  As I raced downhill, the trail seemed steeper on this side.
There were more trees, too, and I had to be careful and navigate my way to
avoid an embarrassing crash.

   Once I was clear of the pines near the crown of the hill, I was able
straighten myself again.  It was all out in the open as I came down the
side.  The brisk air hitting my pussy was amazing!  I wished I could finger
myself, but both my hands were gripped on the ski poles.  Instead, my
aroused clitoris protruded fully extended, begging to be stroked.  I
swished my nude hips from side to side, my perky breasts swinging
uncontrollably.  My butt wiggled with the motions, and I thought I might
even have an orgasm --

   "Aaaah!" I cried, exhilarating in the sensation of skiing naked.

   I hoped that when I reached the bottom, I would have time to masturbate
before the teenagers arrived with my clothes.  It would be so embarrassing
to get caught by them with my hands between my legs.  Fortunately, I was
already very close.

   My thoughts had me distracted as I neared the base of the hill.  Too
late, I opened my eyes and realized I had been sent into a trap!  Closer
and closer, I began making out shapes and figures -- there were other
people over here!  This was not the same secluded woodland that we had
hiked through on the other side.  I saw a big building coming into view in
the distance.

   "Oh my gosh!" I gasped.  "And I don't have any clothes on!"

   Fortunately, I was somewhat able to slow and steer myself into a grove
of pine trees, just at the edge of a wide road.  Schlepping through the
inch of snow, I pulled behind the stand of evergreens.  I took a moment to
catch my breath and collect my bearings -- my heart was absolutely racing!
A car drove by.  Then I heard voices.  But they didn't sound like the
voices of the teenagers I had been in charge of.  I peered through the
needles and so other hikers and skiers climbing up the hill.

   Oh no!  What if they met those brats who had tricked me, and now they
had all my clothes?  Looking closer, I saw a couple of ladies in
recognizable uniforms.  They were other counselors from the camp!

   Well I couldn't risk getting caught like this.  I looked down, and saw
that the skis and poles would do me no good.  And I needed to make an
escape.  So I tossed the equipment to the ground.

   I paused, cupping my breasts with my free hands, and lingered for a
moment squeezing and pulling on my elongated nipples.

   All right, enough of that!  It was making me too hot!  I had to turn my
attention to the matter at hand.  Crouching down, I quickly undid the
latches and buckles of the footholds that were attached to the boards.  Of
course, when that girl had lent me her gear, she had made me take off my
boots and my socks.  Now, as I gingerly lifted each leg, my bare toes
stepped onto the white shrouded ground.

   The chill actually sent a shiver of delight through my body.  Despite
the fact that I was naked.  Totally naked!  I looked around, and rubbed my
arms with opposite hands.  Then I reached back and rubbed my butt cheeks,
running my hands over my thighs and lower legs.

   "Oooooh," I moaned again.  "I really have to get moving!"

   When I was certain that the group of skiers and counselors had passed, I
reluctantly left the shelter of the trees.  Unfortunately, skipping down
the slope a few yards, this put me directly in the middle of the road.  And
I was staring up at what was none other than the ski lodge!  Bringing my
hands to my head, I wondered what to do.  And then I realized that this
might be my best chance to get some more clothes.

   It seemed like forever, but I carefully crept toward the building in
broad daylight, without wearing a stitch.  I figured most people must have
already gotten an early start on the day.  Hopefully the place would be
deserted.

   Well, with a palm over my pussy, I reached the doors of the main
entrance and opened them enough to peek inside.  As it turned out, there
were a lot of people lingering about the main floor of the lodge.  I had to
think of something quick.  A glance over my bare shoulder spotted some
figures in the distance descending the hill.  It might have been the
teenagers from the group I was supervising, or it could be more counselors
from the ski school.  Soon or later I was going to get caught!

   I bit my lip in frustration, and decided to run into the lodge --

   My feet slapped across the hard wood floors as I jiggled my way into the
front parlor.  There must have been a dozen people checking me out, I don't
know, I couldn't really stop to count.  But in my flustered state of
excitement, I covered nothing.  My nipples were so hard!  Most people
stared in shock.  I think I heard some gasps of disbelief.  Then I ran
across a thick, wooly rug toward a set of winding stairs, my boobs and butt
bouncing like crazy.

   "Oh my gosh, oh my gosh!" I muttered.

   I figured if I could get to the upstairs of the lodge, maybe I could
find some clothes to change into, or anything to cover up with!  Fully
nude, I hurled myself up the steps.  From behind, I think I heard some
people cheer.

   Once I hit the richly carpeted hallway, I rounded a corner.  I wasn't
really watching where I was going, my eyes just darting from side to side,
looking for an open guest room or a closet, or something.  And then I ran
straight into blonde-headed young woman.  It was the senior counselor from
my cabin!

   "Jenna!" she cried, "You're -- you're naked!"

   Now I was struck by her words, and shyly moved my hands to hide my
breasts and crotch.  "I know --"

   "Shouldn't you be with your group?" the female counselor continued. 
"What kind of game are you playing?"

   "My students, they stripped me!" I pouted like a scolded schoolgirl.

   The older woman, however, seemed a less than convinced.  "Jenna, I want
you to place your hands at your sides."

   Well, not wanting to get into any more trouble, I quickly complied.  I
tried to hold my chin up, but the lady moved forward so that we were
standing toe to toe.  She cupped my breasts in her hands, flicking my
elongated nipples.  Then she traced her fingers down my bare stomach, and
tickled my pubic hair.  When she slipped her finger into my pussy, she
could tell how wet I was!

   "Your students stripped you?" the counselor inquired, continuing to
slide her finger in and out, even brushing my clitoris with her thumb.

   "Mmmmm -- well, they made me -- take my clothes off!" I moaned.

   Then the counselor stopped her teasing and said, "Jenna, I want you to
come with me."

   At first I wasn -(TM)t sure what she was talking about.  But then I
realized she wanted me to follow her.  Of course, I dare not make any
objections, nor was I really in a position to refuse.  Only too late, I
notice we had turned around and were walking back down the hallway, back
toward the staircase.

   My heart beating fast, I thought about making a quick break and running,
but the female counselor grabbed me by the hand and squeezed.  What could I
do?  I dutifully padded down the carpeted steps next to her, butterflies in
my tummy.  For some reason, I kept my free arm at my side, which meant
everyone would see my bare body.

   She slowly led me into the middle of the room.  Now I got a good long
look at my surroundings.  There was a front registration desk off to the
side, with about six lodge employees watching.  On the other side of the
parlor was an elegant fireplace, with a cheery blaze going.  It was around
this warm setting that ten or more people were grouped together on sofas or
at tables, enjoying hot chocolate.  Near the entrance, more people were
coming and going -- and then I thought I saw all the teenagers from the ski
school, those I was supposed to be supervising!

   My own supervisor, the blonde counselor, announced to the entire parlor,
"This young lady is one of our new recruits for the ski camp.  But Jenna
has been very naughty.  It seems she only came up here, not to work with
our eager young ski enthusiasts, but only to play and flaunt her tits and
ass!"

   I couldn't believe what I was hearing!  But standing here totally naked,
my breasts and butt on display, was making me really embarrassed.  And my
pussy was opening up like a flower.

   Then the head counselor led me over to one of the couches.  Not just any
sofa, but it was red and velvet, situated directly in front of the cozy
fireplace.  All the people in the room, about thirty I guessed, gathered
around us as she sat down.  I was instructed to lay face down, bare-assed
nude, across her knees.

   I pictured all those eyes on the soles of my bare feet, causing me to
wiggle my toes.  Those eyes traveling up the length of my legs to see my
puckered anus, my lower lips puffed out between my butt cheeks.  As my clit
poked out, rubbing against the girl's pants, she started spanking me in
front of everybody.  It didn't take long for me to have an orgasm, and she
made me cum!

   Well, after I was finished, the blonde rolled me over and rubbed my
belly.  People whistled at the sight between my legs!  I was taken
completely naked out of the lodge, and back up to the counselors cabin. 
There I was allowed to get dressed, and then tickets were arranged for my
trip home.  They said I just wasn't cut out for the ski school.

   I guess I had gotten a bit over my head, but it was an experience I
would remember for a long time!
   THE END