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Girl Scout Camp Adventures
By NetWanderer (address withheld)
***
A guy who likes to spend his summers working up in the
mountains at summer camps as a break from the hustle
and bustle of city life gets a job at a Girl Scout Camp
one summer. That summer he will never forget. (Mfg, fg,
ped, bi, 1st, orgy)
***
Author note: The persons, places, things, acts, etc.
used in this story are FICTIONAL. No resemblance to any
persons living, dead, and otherwise is entirely
coincidental. To the author's knowledge, this type of
activity does NOT occur at any Girl Scouts of America
facility. Finally, this material is intended for
reading and entertainment purposes only, at is NOT a
recommendation of performing this type of activity.
***
Chapter 1 - How It All Began
I've been at or around summer camps most of my life,
since the age of 12. Most of my life was spent at one
particular camp, but recently I've found myself moving
from camp to camp, finding positions where available. I
actually enjoy the summer break and the fresh air and
being around youthful spirits recharges my inner
batteries the rest of the year.
Last summer, I got a bunch of offers from various
facilities. Unfortunately, the ones involving the most
money were farther away than I wished to travel, so I
ended up taking a job as an administrative assistant at
a Girl Scout Camp in western Pennsylvania.
Yeah, I know what you're thinking. How does a guy end
up working at an all-girls camp? Well, contrary to
popular opinion, there are usually some guys at each
facility, and in fact, I had quite a good reputation
for doing that particular job. Besides, to look at me,
I'm not exactly the most threatening looking person in
creation.
I suppose I should take this opportunity to describe
myself. I'm 27 now, about 5'9", skinny as a rail, blond
hair, blue eyes. Unlike most of the protagonists in
these stories, I feel no need to describe my other
attributes, suffice to say that all body parts are in
perfect working order, and sufficiently equipped to
perform any tasks required.
Anyway, in order to save some transportation costs, I
offered to escort one of the buses of campers coming
from near my area. A friend of mine dropped me off at
the bus depot, where I hopped aboard number 35 to pick
up our new campers.
(A digression here: At this particular camp, which
shall remain nameless, girls came for either 1 or 2
weeks at a time, and ranged in ages from 6-15, 16 and
up could be staff. The majority of the staff was
female, the only other males besides myself was one
cook and 3 guys who did maintenance. And the director
was a bitch, which is irrelevant, but it feels much
better to say that.)
As luck would have it, I pulled an easy run, only one
pickup, and then straight to camp with 22 girls. Piece
of cake. The bus rolled into the parking lot where we
were picking up the little rug-rats, and pulled up next
to a small sea of girl scouts and their parents. I
stepped off the bus with my clipboard. There was a
small pause in the conversations around me, probably
due to the unusual sight of a guy with a name badge
saying "Girl Scouts of America Bus Leader."
As I called each camper's name, she gave her parents
one last hug, tossed her carry bag or suitcase over her
shoulder, and climbed onto the bus. Now, up until this
time in my life, I had never REALLY considered young
girls to be sexy, attractive yes, but not really
sexually. However, some of the smiles tossed to me by
these girls on the bus put a severe hurting on my image
of Girl Scouts as sweet, innocent girls. Still, at this
point, I put it down to pre-trip jitters, and
imagination run amok.
Once we had all the girls aboard, I sat in my seat up
front, and the bus pulled away, as the parents looked
like idiots waving after the bus and crying, like they
were never gonna see their kids again.
Now this was a school bus, the kind that has a jump
seat up front in the center, and this is where I was
sitting, facing all the campers, who were in the first
bunch of rows, with all their luggage behind them. (It
never ceases to amaze me how much STUFF campers bring
to camp, even if only for a week. Admittedly, the girl
scouts were more reasonable than most, but... sorry,
I'm rambling again).
The ride went fairly smoothly, it was only for a little
over two hours, and by a half hour into it, the girls
were singing all the classic camp favorites like
(shudder) 99 bottles of beer. I mostly had my nose
buried in a book, unless called upon in that classic
song "You're wanted on the telephone", where I poked my
head and answered the requisite lines. If you went to
summer camp, I'm SURE you know the song.
Anyway, during one of these rounds, I happened to
notice that one of the campers, a girl about 13 years
old, has her legs spread far apart, so that I could see
her pinkish panties up under the uniform skirt she
wore. I must have stopped and stared for a second,
because I caught her looking at me, at which time I
blushed, and lowered my head.
A while later, when the singing had toned down a bit, I
heard a camper in the back calling my name, saying she
was feeling a bit sick. After the required handing out
of the plastic bags, moving seats around, etc., I
returned to my jump seat. As I was sitting down, I
happened to glance at that 13 year old again. As we
made eye contact, this time she smiled, and
deliberately spread her legs open to give me the same
view I had before. I was shocked. I quickly broke eye
contact.
Now, I know many of you are thinking, WHAT? He looked
away from a free show. Remember, at this point, I
didn't know what I know now, and I was not gonna risk
my job.
The rest of the trip passed without incident, and we
arrived at the campground. As each camper filed off the
bus, I got a quick smile, or "see-ya-later". As the 13
year old left the bus, by accident I'm sure, her rear
end brushed against my crotch, causing a spontaneous
and VERY intense erection. She didn't look back.
As the campers checked in, I went over to the office
and logged in myself, got my living assignment, etc.
Most of the camp consisted of tents on platforms, but
in my case, RHIP and I got assigned to a small cabin
near the office. It was barely big enough for the bed,
dresser, and small bathroom inside it, but hey, at
least the walls were solid, and it was a LOT easier to
mosquito proof. I later found out that the other reason
I got the cabin was that I could not very well use the
bathhouses, could I?
The first two days or so were occupied with the various
details of getting the camp up and running, ironing out
kinks in the schedules and suchlike, making sure
everything was where it was supposed to be, you get the
idea. I didn't get to see any of the campers much,
except at meals, and even then I was only in the mess
hall long enough to grab something and get back to
work. It wasn't until the fourth day or so that I
actually had the chance to get out and see the girls in
activities.
Chapter 2 - On The Fourth Day
Having been cooped up in the office for the first
couple of days of camp, it was quite a relief to
actually be able to get out and about the camp grounds.
Just for your reference, I should probably describe the
camp a bit, to give you a feel for the place.
The camp facility was over 400 acres in total, only
about 75-80 of which were cleared, the rest woodlands.
There were eight separate main areas, connected by
paths; 4 housing areas for different age groups (6-8,9-
10,11-12, and 13+), 1 central camp area (offices,
infirmary, mess hall, staff cabins, 2 multi-purpose
fields, and the waterfront area which housed the pool
and lakefront (nice sized lake, about 15 feet at its
deepest.)
Each housing area consisted of a number of tents, which
housed 2-8 girls/staff depending on layout, and a
shower house. Each area could support about 50 campers.
Besides the main area buildings there was one large
"rec-hall" made out of a converted barn, which served
as an auditor I'm, gym, arts and craft center, rainy
day play area, whatever.
Finally, there were some smaller areas that housed
things like jungle gyms, mini-campsites, etc. (Author's
note: forgive the lengthy descriptions, but I said that
this story was going to develop, and it will help your
imagery. Trust me on this.)
Anyway, as I was saying, this was my first chance to
get out, so I took the opportunity to take a quick tour
of the camp facilities and check in with the program
staff. I quickly strolled around the main areas,
popping in to see if the Arts and Crafts people had
their supplies (they were making those gimp bracelets.)
Don't know what gimp is? Ask a camp person. Trust me,
they'll know. A softball game was going full steam
among the older girls. Want a treat? Watch developing
teenage girls run bases. But I digress again.
Finally, I found myself at the waterfront area, talking
with the head lifeguard. The campers were having
instructional swim, and were divided into various
ability groups. The head lifeguard and I found
ourselves distracted by a commotion at the deep end of
the pool, where some of the more advanced campers were
working on diving. The commotion had apparently been
caused by a rather spectacular dive by one camper, and
the other girls were applauding and asking for a repeat
performance. As the girl climbed out of the pool, I
noticed to my surprise it was the girl from the bus!
Having the opportunity to do so at a 'safe distance', I
took the time to give her a more thorough look as she
mounted the diving board. She was about 4' 8", no more
than 90 lbs. Long black hair dropped to just below her
shoulders. From this distance, I couldn't see the color
of her eyes, and I felt vaguely embarrassed to find I
could not recall them from the bus either. She was
wearing a two piece red bikini that nicely showed off
here developing curves, almost all of her baby fat
having disappeared. The top of her bikini was just
beginning to swell with her developing breasts, and you
could see small nipples pushing out the fabric from the
cold water (ever go swimming in the mountains in the
AM?). Unfortunately, I had no more time to look, as she
dove cleanly into the water. Single somersault, in case
you were wondering. Suddenly I was jerked back to
reality by the lifeguard asking me a question, which
apparently she had to repeat. Hastily, to cover my
embarrassment, I answered the question, and pleaded
mental fatigue from being cooped up for so long.
On the way back to the main area from the waterfront, I
found myself pondering the thoughts I found myself
having about some of our charges. In all my years of
camping, I had thought about the sexual appeal of young
girls, but only in the abstract sense. Suddenly, I was
confronted by the realization that I was in fact
finding some of these girls attractive and no longer in
a platonic manner!
I came from a rather conventional nuclear family.
Little on the conservative side, never any abuse, nor
alcohol problems, heck was only spanked maybe 5 times
in my life, and only when I REALLY did something wrong.
The 'moral' part of me was telling me that this was all
WRONG, but somewhere, deep in the heart of me, I felt
that these yearnings were 'right.' I put the matter on
the mental back burner for a while, figuring that
regardless of my feelings, I was not going to be taking
any action on them, I could work it out later.
Another of my responsibilities was reviewing camper
files, and as a result of such, I had a dossier on each
camper in my office. Having returned to my office, I
was idly flipping through the binder on my desk, when
my eyes fell upon a photo of the raven haired teen from
the bus and the pool. Almost without conscious thought,
I found myself reading her file. Her name was Andrea;
she preferred to be called Andy. She liked swimming,
diving, hiking, dance and rock climbing. She was in
fact 13 years old, having just had her birthday the
previous May. She came from a decent sized city in
Western PA, and it was her third year at the camp.
As I closed the binder, my mind flashed back to the
view of her standing on the diving board, poised to
jump, hands over her head. I was able to clearly recall
almost every detail of the scene with surprising
clarity, and found myself wondering if she had to shave
to wear the bottom of that bikini outfit.
Just then, my reverie was interrupted, as the program
director knocked on my office door, and asked if I
could do her a favor...
Chapter 3 - On The Ropes
"A favor?" I asked the Program Director. I've learned
to be wary when someone asks me a question like that;
sometimes you bite off more than you can chew. This one
was fairly straight forward though, the staff person
who handled our adventure challenge program was
"feeling a little out of sorts" (any guesses, people?)
and could I fill in? Being qualified to handle such
things, and more than ready for another reason to get
out of the office, I gladly agreed.
This particular morning, there was a group of 9 of the
younger girls, aged 10 or so. We were working on the
low challenge course, which is a collection of
obstacles that the girls had to pass, working as a
group.
To digress for a moment, and answer a reader question,
the girls were not required to wear uniforms at all
times, only on "official" Girl Scout occasions.
The first challenge was called the 'all-aboard' and
consists of a platform about 3 feet square, and 1 foot
off the ground. The object is to get all your team onto
the platform at the same time, for long enough time to
sing a refrain of a popular song, which this time was
"Row, Row, Row your boat." (Author Note: I don't want
to give away the solution to these problems, so in some
cases I am fudging a bit. Please understand! Thanks!)
Of course, as soon as I started the clock to measure
the time it took to complete the problem, all the girls
attempted to race onto the platform at once. One of my
roles during this type of activity was to "spot" the
campers, making sure that no one got hurt.
As the girls attempted to complete the problem, many
fell off the platform, wherein I found myself in the
position to catch them. As I did this, I found myself
inadvertently making contact with the girls' lower
back, thighs, rear ends, and chests. To my
embarrassment, I found myself growing excited.
To my relief, the girls managed to complete the task at
hand before I lost my composure, and we went on to the
discussion phase of the program.
The rest of the day passed without incident, and I
retired to my cabin after dinner to prepare for the
evening's activity, a dance. I must admit, I was
curious to see how a dance would go at an all-girl
facility.
As was becoming a regular occurrence at camp, again I
found myself surprised. Many girls at the dance paired
off, or formed groups, including the staff. I myself
was working with the DJ, but took the opportunity to
dance with a number of the female staff, and on one
occasion found myself inside a horde of surprisingly
provocatively dressed campers. I escaped with my
composure and dignity intact, and ended up quite
enjoying the evening.
As I climbed into bed, and began to drift off into
sleep, my mind focused on two of the younger female
staff (Bethany and Robin, I think their names were) who
had been dancing together, and at occasion quite
closely during the evening....
INTERLUDE Dream Sequence...
It was after 11pm, and the dance had just ended,
although the DJ and myself were letting some music play
for the staff as we cleaned up the lights and stuff.
Finally, all the equipment away, we loaded the DJ's
equipment into his car, and I went back into the Rec
Hall to turn off all the lights. As I stepped up on the
stage to hit the breaker, I heard what sounded like a
squeak and a moan coming from behind the backstage
curtains.
Fearing a wild animal of some sort, this being the
woods after all, I cautiously peeked around the
backdrop. Well, it was wild anyway. Bethany and Robin,
two of the female staff I had seen earlier dancing
together were locked in an embrace, and I could see
their tongues dancing into and out of each other's
mouths.
Bethany was 17 years old (I think), about 5'2", nicely
built if a little on the skinny side, with full breasts
and some amazing lips. Long dark brown hair down almost
to the middle of her back accented her eyes, which were
a brilliant hazel. She was wearing a light blue halter
top which left her middle bare, and some jeans which
were so tight as to look almost painted on.
Robin was 16, about the same height as Bethany,
although a bit stockier (but still slim by most
standards). Her breasts were not as developed as
Beth's, but the nipples were prominent through the navy
blouse she was wearing. She had shorter hair, of a
lighter shade of brown, which curled a little at the
end, just above the base of her neck. Her ass was tight
and firm, nicely accented by the denim shorts she was
wearing, which also showed off her coltish legs.
From where I was standing, the hanging backdrop
obscured most of me from the view of the girls or
anyone who should happen to walk into the mostly
darkened Rec-Hall, and since the girls seemed "wrapped
up" in each other, I threw caution to the winds and
decided to enjoy the show.
Beth pulled her face away from Robin's and began to
nuzzle the side of her neck. I watched as Robin's hands
slowly slid up under the other girl's shirt, and
through the thin material, I could see her fingers
gently massage Beth's breasts, rolling the nipples
between her fingers. Beth raised her head and let out a
small moan (the sound I heard before). Robin took the
opportunity and quickly flipped Beth's top over her
head.
Beth stood up straight, revealing her breasts, which
were indeed nicely developed with light pink aureole
and eraser sized nipples. They weren't revealed for
long, as Robin dropped her head and began to work on
first one, then the other with her lips and tongue.
Beth clearly appreciated the attention, throwing her
head back, and reaching around to stroke Robin's back
with both hands.
This went on for a few minutes, until Beth finally
pushed Robin's head away, saying she couldn't take it
anymore, and now it was Robin's turn. Grinning, she
slowly unbuttoned Robin's blouse, taking her time with
each button, to Robin's obvious discomfort. Finally,
all the buttons were undone, and the blouse swung open.
Robin's breasts were not very large, but they were more
than sufficient for Beth, who returned the attention
Robin had been giving her earlier.
As Beth sucked gently on the other girl's rapidly
hardening nipples, one of her hands reached down and
began working with the snap of the younger girl's
shorts, opening them, and pulling the zipper downward.
A quick tug caused the shorts to drop to the ground,
revealing a pair of skimpy white panties, which barely
covered Robin's rear.
Robin drew in a quick breath as the cooler night air
struck her now exposed skin, and another as Beth's
hands began to caress her cheeks. Beth stopped, and
stood up, smiling widely and pausing for a quick but
deep kiss as she shimmied out of her jeans. I'd tell
you what kind of panties were revealed, except she
wasn't wearing any...
As Beth skinned out of her jeans, Robin hooked her
thumbs into the waistband of her own panties and pushed
them down, leaving both girls completely naked. Both
were naturally brown haired.
Robin pushed Beth down onto a gymnastics mat that had
been left there, and knelt down between her friend's
legs. Beth lay there with her knees up, giving me a
delicious view as Robin began to gently run her finger
up and down her friend's cunt. Soon, you could see the
moisture form around the edges of Robin's young hole as
her arousal grew, also evidenced by the moaning the
prone girl was doing.
Beth's groaning and shaking grew as Robin slowly
slipped one finger into her now wet cunt, and began to
move it in and out rhythmically. Robin slowly increased
her pace, and then added an additional finger. Beth
almost flew off the mat. As Robin watched her friend
shudder, she abruptly withdrew both fingers. Beth
gasped in shock at the sudden loss of sensation, and
begged Robin to continue. Robin smiled and shook her
head.
I unconsciously held my breath as I watch Robin slowly
lower her head to the level of Beth's soaking wet
pussy. Would she? Pausing only to flick a strand of
hair out of the way that had fallen across her face,
Robin dove right in.
Beth's hips lifted off the mat as Robin worked her
tongue around her inflamed labia, pausing to give her
clit a lick or nibble each time she passed it. The
older girl's moaning was so loud, I was afraid the
whole camp would be coming soon! Robin added a probing
finger to her rapidly moving lips and tongue, and the
combination proved too much for Beth to bear. Her
entire body jerked and spasms rippled throughout her
muscles as she was racked by a powerful orgasm.
Robin continued to work her fingers in and out of the
other girl's cunt until Beth stopped shaking and
settled to the mat. Robin took a quick look at her
watch. "Shit, we have to be back in the tents before
curfew! But next time, it's MY turn!" Both girls
grinned at each other as they rapidly cleaned
themselves off. As they got dressed, I took the
opportunity to slip away.
***
As I woke up the next day, I found my sheets in
disarray. Must have been one hell of a dream! I made my
way to the mess hall after a quick shower. While eating
breakfast, I noticed two of the girls that had been
dancing at the party the night before, and the
strangest thought ran through my mind. Naaaaahhhh...
Chapter 4 - Did Someone Call For Roto Rooter?
Well, by the fifth days, things had pretty much settled
into routine, and after breakfast, I checked in with
the office to see what the day held. To my surprise,
there was a note from the director, asking me to stop
by her office.
Normally, I met with the director every evening, before
dinner, to go over the events of the day. I knew of
nothing of import that had happened during the day, so
needless to say, I was wondering what was up. Closing
the door to my office, I walked across the main lobby,
and knocked on the director's door.
"Come in." I heard her voice through the wood of the
door. I opened the door and entered. Tracy (that's the
director) was sitting behind her desk. She was an
attractive woman, probably 32 or so, about 5'11", maybe
120 lbs, long black hair, and some AMAZING breasts.
Dragging my attention back up to her face, I tried to
listen to what she had to tell me.
Fortunately, it was nothing much. (I was afraid that
she had somehow magically learned of my new leanings).
Apparently, the maintenance work had gotten a bit piled
up, and me being fairly good with such things, would I
mind lending a hand. Well, it sure beat paper
shuffling, and I could use the exercise.
I spent the rest of the morning doing fairly routine
maintenance, like clearing brush, minor repairs, and
suchlike. I had gotten to be pretty good friends with
the head maintenance guy, Mike, so I didn't get stuck
with the truly disgusting jobs, like trash collection.
After lunch, I was planning on getting back to the
woods, when Mike called me over. Apparently, one of the
shower houses was having a plumbing problem, and he
didn't trust his other guys to handle it, nor did he
have time. "No problem," I said, grabbed a set of
plumbing tools, and headed off to the 13+ age campsite.
Yelling to make sure the coast was clear, I went into
the bath house, and hung a sign on the outside of the
door, warning the girls that I was in there.
Apparently, the hot water pressure was low, which
usually meant an air bubble somewhere in the system,
which could cause REAL problems later (boom!). The
simplest way was to bleed the whole system, one segment
at a time. I stripped down to bathing trunks, and got
to work, opening valves at each segment of the water
system and checking for air pressure.
The way our shower houses were set up, there were three
rooms, one with sinks and toilet stalls, one larger
room with the showerheads running down the middle, and
a combination entry/towel room which also had the water
heating equipment. The entire building was elevated
about 16 inches to allow for access to the plumbing
beneath. In this particular shower house, the pipes to
the shower area ran INSIDE a wall, with about 12 inches
of clearance, and OFÊCOURSE one of the access valves
was at the far end of the wall.
Mumbling curses at the person who designed this system,
I stuffed myself into the wall, and began slithering
down to the other end, a distance of about 12 feet. As
I was about halfway there, I heard the sound of girl's
voices and footsteps entering the building. I started
to call out to warn them of my presence, apparently
they had missed the sign, but the dust that had piled
up in the crawlspace lodged in my throat, and I could
only manage a choking gasp. Before I could clear my
throat to try again, I heard their voices as they
stepped into the shower area.
Directly in front of me, there was a small gap where
the wall boards did not fit together correctly, and I
had a clear view of the center portion of the shower
room.
My jaw must have hit the floor. Directly exposed to my
now staring eyes was a group of totally naked teens.
Any thoughts of calling out were quickly forgotten as
my eyes took in the collection of bare asses, breasts,
and pussies that were displayed in front of me. I lost
view of most of them as they spread out to the various
shower heads, but one girl stood directly in front of
me.
I had seen her around camp before, but was not sure
what her name was, and to be frank, I didn't really
care at that point. She stood facing away from me as
she washed her hair, giving me a perfect view of her
wet ass as the water ran down. Every time she tilted
her head back to rinse out the shampoo, I could just
see the sides of her breasts. Based on their moderate
size, I guessed she was 15 years old or so.
After she finished washing her blonde hair, she bent
over to pick up her soap from the dish on the floor,
and my breath literally stopped as her pussy was
exposed to me. She was a natural blonde. I started to
breathe as she stood up again, and began to soap her
body.
She started at the bottom, taking care to fully wash
each foot and leg, running her soapy hands over every
muscle. Every time she bent over slightly, or flexed
her legs, I got a tantalizing view of her young cunt.
Her hands moved up to her ass, making sure to soap the
crack between her cheeks, and then moved up to do her
back.
As she turned to rinse off her back, I was treated to a
wonderful view of her soaking body. Water was dripping
off her pink nipples, and I followed the drops down to
her cunt, which was also dripping.
My eyes quickly returned to her chest as she began to
soap each breast, running the bar over first one, then
the other. At this point, I had to shift within the
wall space to make room for my erection, which was
stronger and harder than any I had ever had in my life.
Somehow, I felt it grow even more as I watched her hand
move down to clean between her legs.
Unfortunately, my view was lost as she turned around to
rinse, and then moved off to get her towel. I had some
nice glimpses of other female flesh as the girls walked
past to exit the shower area. Once I heard them all
leave the building, I had to wait until my breath, and
my pants returned to normal, finished up my work, and
exited. Yes, that WAS the bad valve.
On the way out of the building, I noticed that my sign
was lying in the muddy dirt under the shower house.
There were no tears in the sign where the thumbtack had
been, so I knew some joker had removed it. Not that I
was complaining. Gathering up my gear, I headed back to
the shop, then my cabin, so 'I' could get a shower.
After dropping off the tools, I returned to my cabin,
and found a note pinned to the door. Reading it as I
entered my room, I collapsed on the bed in shock.
"Did you like the show I set up for you? I moved your
sign, didn't think you'd mind. More to come. Andy."
Chapter Five - And On The Sixth Day...
After the little escapade in the shower, all I wanted
to do was rest and relax, but the guys from maintenance
all had the night off. So, we went into town and hit
the local watering hole. By the time we got back, I was
in no shape to consider what had happened that night,
let alone what to expect for the day ahead.
My maintenance work the day before had put me a bit
behind on my paperwork, so I expected to spend the
morning in the office catching up. While I was working,
the director stopped in to let me know she was leaving
camp for a few hours, therefore I was in charge. No
problem, part of the job.
I went back to my paperwork (reviewing the medical
logs. There are few ways to better ruin a good
breakfast than by reading notes of treatment for yeast
infections.)
About midway through the morning, there was a knock on
my office door. Pushing aside the pile of medical logs
(amazing how much happens in six days), not without a
little relief, I called for the knocker to come in.
Knocker was right, or rather "knockers" would be more
accurate. Jackie was at the door, the head of the 13+
camper group. She was a tall, willowy blonde, about
6U2S, with VERY large breasts. To compound things, she
liked to wear shirts that were always JUST large enough
to comply with the dress code. Barely.
"Dave?" she said. (That's me). "I've got a small
problem. Got a minute?"
"Sure, what's up?" I replied.
"I've got a camper who says she has a problem but won't
talk to me. I wanted Tracy, but her secretary said she
was out of camp. Can you take a shot at it?"
"More than happy to. Send her in."
"One minute..." Jackie went out, and I heard her speak
to someone for a second, but I couldn't make out what
was said. I waited a moment, then I heard footsteps. In
walked the camper in question, and I struggled to
maintain a neutral expression. It was Andy! My heart
tried to call into my throat as she closed the door
behind her.
My office was rather small, so I didn't keep a second
chair around, just dragged one in from outside if I
needed it. Andy looked around for a second, then
perched on the corner of my desk.
It didn't help my mental state much that Andy was
wearing some denim shorts over what was either a body
suit or bathing suit that showed off her developing
curves. Except for those, all she was wearing was a
pair of sandals and for a moment, I found myself
mysteriously fascinated by the sight of her bare toes.
I forced my mind back to reality. "So, Andrea, is it?
What can I do for you."
She looked down at the desk for a second, then back up.
Clearing her throat with a little cough, she began to
speak with a soft voice.
"Well, actually, I wanted some advice, and I didn't
wanna talk to Jackie cause of rumors, and well, you
know..."
"Go on..."
"Well, there is this guy I like, he's like back home,
and I'm not sure what to do about it. He's kinda shy
and I don't wanna make him nervous? I've been thinking
about him for 5 days now. What can I do?"
I took a moment to frame a reply in my mind. It was
hard to concentrate because Andy kept crossing and
uncrossing her legs, showing off her muscles from the
various spots she participated in. Finally, I got my
thoughts together.
"Well, honey, I think you're a little young to really
have to worry about these things yet, but I promise
you, when the time comes, you'll know just what to do."
I know, it was a stock answer, and really evaded the
question, but what could I have said? Besides, it
seemed to satisfy her.
She smiled as she stood up. "thanks, Dave, I'm glad you
understand. I just needed to tell SOMEBODY...." With
that, she ran around my desk to give me a quick peck on
the cheek. Somehow, our heads seemed not quite to link
up, and her lips grazed my ear instead. I swear I
noticed what felt like a tongue for a brief moment, but
before I could react, she was out the door, closing it
behind her with a wiggle of her denim covered bottom.
I tried to return to my paperwork, but it really didn't
appeal to me. Seemed like an early lunch was in order.
Thanks to my early break, I ate lunch before the rest
of the camp. With that, I had the time while the
campers were eating to take care of some errands around
camp. One of these was to do my laundry. The camp had a
small laundry facility to handle the staff and campers
who would be at the camp more than a couple of weeks.
It was nice and empty as I washed and dried my clothes.
Back in my cabin, while putting my clothes away, I
noticed something with my stuff that was that most
definitely not there when I started. It was a small
pair of girl's white cotton underpants. There was no
name tag attached, I guess someone had left them in the
drier.
As I sat there with the panties in my hand, I tried to
imagine whose they were. My mind started wandering,
filled with images of teen and pre-teen girls all
modeling the underwear, a la Cinderella. With a small
sigh of regret, I put them aside to go in the lost and
found, and put the rest of my stuff away.
After lunch period, the campers returned to activity,
and finally all was back to normal, camp, life. Yeah.
Right.
Right after the beginning of sixth period, the director
came back. I had finally finished my paperwork, so I
took advantage of the down time to take a stroll around
the grounds.
I was walking along one of the side trails. This
particular trail went behind one of the small clearings
that we used for campfires, small group stuff, etc. I
heard voices coming from behind the bushes that ringed
the clearing, followed by a bunch of giggles. Feeling a
bit nosy< I stopped to listen. I didn't recognize any
of the voices, but the words were clear if I
concentrated.
"Truth," said one girl's voice.
"You sure?" asked another voice.
"Yup!" the first voice replied.
"Okay, you have to tell us about the furthest you ever
went with a guy, and exactly how it happened. And
remember, you HAVE to tell the truth." There were a few
giggles.
"Oh boy!" There was a pause, followed by an embarrassed
cough.
"Well, the furthest I got was my boyfriend put his hand
in my undies, and I felt his thingie..."
There was a chorus of 'Oohs' and aahs'.
"So what happened?" another voice asked anxiously. I
settled down. This sounded like it was going to be
interesting.
The first girl continued. "It was at a school dance. It
was in the gym, and the music was really lame, so my
boyfriend said he wanted to show me this secret spot
behind the bleachers. He took my hand and we snuck past
a couple of teachers behind the bleachers. It was dark
back there, and no one could see in. I thought we were
just gonna like... kiss... and stuff, since we did that
before."
There was another pause. The girl who asked the
question prompted the first one to continue.
"Well, that's what we did at first, we like kissed a
little bit. He even kissed my neck and stuff, it felt
really neat. We did stuff like that for a while, then
suddenly, I felt him touch my boobies."
I almost snickered out loud at the way she used the
word 'boobies', but I held it in and listened as she
continued.
"I was really scared at first, but it felt kinda good,
and I started to feel tingly, you know, down there...
He started to move his hand around a little, and the
tingly feeling got stringer, specially when he kissed
me at the same time."
"After a few minutes, it got to be a little
uncomfortable, you know, down there, so I told him to
stop. When he stepped back, I noticed the bulge in the
front of his pants. It was dark, but my eyes were used
to it, and I could see it was big. My sister told me
that happens when guys get excited, and I was kinda
curious, so I reached down and touched it."
"He jumped back really fast, and I was scared I hurt
him. I asked him if it hurt, he said no, he was just
startled, it felt really good. It took me a minute to
get up the courage, but I reached down and touched it
again, and this time I kept my hand there, and rubbed
it a bit, like he did my boobies."
"While I was rubbing his thingie, I felt his hand touch
the front of my skirt. I got scared again, but it felt
so good, I didn't want him to stop. When he pushed down
a little, the tingly feelings I had got so strong I
almost fell down! We just stood there like that for
what seemed like hours."
"Finally, we took our hands away from each others
privates. I thought we were done, but he told me his
brother told him it felt REALLY good if the boy touched
the girl WITHOUT clothes, and he asked me if that was
okay."
"Again, I got scared, but I knew he wouldn't hurt me,
but I could only nod yes. I closed my eyes, and I felt
him push up the front of my skirt. His finger ran up my
leg and touched the front of my panties.
The tingly feelings were REALLY strong now. He pushed
the middle of my panties aside, and as soon as he
touched me, I let out a gasp, cus it felt so good."
"I musta scared him, cus he yanked his hand back, like
I did. I told him it was okay, it felt really good, but
before I could ask him to do it again, the music
stopped and we had to go back to the gym before we got
caught. Okay, I told. Whose turn is it now?"
Another voice spoke up "SSSSSH! She's coming back." I
heard the sounds of what must have been the counselor
returning. I continued on the path. Never did find out
what group that was.
Thankfully, dinner was uneventful, and I retired to
prepare for the evenings activity. The night before the
end of each week, we always had a campfire to say
goodbye to the girls who were leaving. We gave out
little awards and such. It was always a really good
time.
As it got dark, we all gathered in the big fire site,
where Mike had a large bonfire already going. We sang
songs, gave out the awards, and generally just hung
out. After the ceremonies were ended, everyone went
back to their tents.
One of the less enjoyable aspects of my job was night
patrol. This job rotated among the Upper staff, and
consisted of walking around camp until late in the AM,
at least until 2. This night, it was my turn, so after
making sure that all of the kids were away in tents, I
released the staff to go out. (Staff also rotated who
stayed behind with each group of kids)
***
The night went surprisingly peacefully, all the staff
got back before curfew, except one. One of the
counselors from the 13+ group had not come back yet.
Her friends said her boyfriend from back home had
picked her up.
I had a pretty good idea what was going on, and took a
walk to the parking lot. Sure enough, there were
distinct moans coming from a van parked at the end of
the lot.
I walked up to the van, which was rocking gently. The
windows were fogged, but I found a small patch on the
side window that was clear and peered in.
It was a little dim, but I could still make out the
scene inside the van quite clearly. Nikki, the
counselor was on all fours on a mattress in the middle
of the van, naked except for what appeared to be a
garter belt. Her firm breasts, which were larger than I
expected were hanging down and swaying from her motion.
She was moving back and forth in a steady rhythm, as
her boyfriend, who I couldn't see, pounded into he from
behind. Based on her expression, though, he must have
been good.
As I watched, their tempo increased rapidly, and I
heard grunts and moans coming from both of them.
Suddenly, with an almost animal roar, he lunged
forward. Her head arched back, and she let out a long
moan, slumping forward onto the mattress.
Deciding I had been nice enough, and that the show was
over anyway, I slipped away from the van, then walked
back towards it, making sure to make plenty of noise.
From inside the van, I could hear movement, and what
sounded like cursing. I announced in a loud voice "20
minutes past curfew!!"
About a minute later, the side door popped open, and
Nikki stepped out. She was wearing a white blouse and
jeans. The buttons on her blouse were buttoned wrong,
and the snap to her jeans was undone. She only had a
sock on one foot. Her hair was in disarray, and I
noticed she had very attractive blue eyes. I stared at
her sternly for a few seconds. "We'll decide what to do
about your missing curfew later. For now, please go
back to your tent." She didn't reply, just hurried past
me.
As I walked back to camp proper, I heard the van leave
behind me. Nothing else happened, and I returned to my
cabin to sleep. What a day.
Chapter 6 - Enter Player, Lunch May Be Late
The changeover days at camp were always some of the
most frantic, with new campers arriving, other campers
leaving, sometimes even staff coming and going.
Fortunately, the first changeover was always the
easiest, as very few girls stayed for only the first
week, and there were not many new arrivals. On this
particular day, 9 campers were leaving, all from the
youngest group, with 6 new campers, also all headed for
that group. In addition, there was one counselor, Kate,
arriving from England, where she had been delayed by
school obligations.
Tracy was taking care of the camper changes, while I
took the camp wagon to the nearby train station to pick
up Kate, who had flown into New York, and taken Amtrak
from there.
Traffic was light, and I arrived several minutes before
the train was due to come in. I parked the wagon, went
inside, and sat on a bench to wait for the train. As I
waited, I amused myself by watching women walk by and
imagining them naked, or in various sexual positions.
However, after my recent camp experiences, I found
myself also looking at their teen-age and younger
daughters, and imagining the possibilities.
All too soon, my daydreaming was interrupted by the PA
system announcing the arrival of Kate's train. I
hurried down to the arrivals platform. I had no idea
what she looked like so I was carrying a sign with her
name on it so she could find me.
As people got off the train, I looked over each one,
trying to guess which was Kate. As I was peering at a
redhead who had just stepped off, I felt a touch on my
shoulder, "Are you from the Girl Scout Camp?"
I turned to where the voice had come from and almost
dropped my sign. Holding a backpack and smiling was one
of the most gorgeous women I had ever seen.
Kate was about 5'7", maybe 100 lbs. She had light
brown, straight hair that hung across her face in a
curl. Her eyes were a clear brown, setting off a face
that could easily qualify for the cover of any
magazine.
Her face was so beautiful, I almost didn't look at the
rest of her, but my base instincts got the better of
me, and I managed a quick scan before I stuttered out
"Yes, um, hi! I'm Dave, the Admin Asst. You must be
Kate!"
She was wearing a tight grey knit shirt that showed off
her breasts, which were just the right size for her
frame. It was obvious she was not wearing, nor did she
need, a bra. Sweatpants covered her legs, but could not
conceal the curves beneath.
Once I got my eyes back in my head, I took her pack and
we went to the wagon. The drive back to camp passed
quickly as we talked about the differences between
England and the US, camp, etc. After we arrived at
camp, I turned her over to Jackie, who would be her
supervisor.
Interlude: "Now we're Cooking!"
(Author's Note: I actually found out about this
incident after the summer, but it's included here for
chronological reasons. I'm still not sure why there was
a video camera in the kitchen. No, the tape is not
available.)
Because of everything else going on, on changeover
days, we liked to keep everything else as simple as
possible. Breakfast was usually cereal, milk, toast,
etc., and sandwiches for lunch. The kitchen crew took
advantage of this by scheduling an easy morning, and
usually cooked up something special for dinner to
welcome the new campers.
Breakfast had just finished, and cleaned up, and only
the chef, Tom, was working in the kitchen, slicing some
meat for lunch. Tom had been with the camp for about 3
years, my age, he worked the ski resort kitchens in the
winter, and camp in the summer. To help him out, the
camp hired a bunch of 16-17 year olds, and usually one
older girl, as assistants. Often campers would help
out, also.
Tom was a good looking guy, fairly muscular, a little
on the tall side. Perpetually unkempt blond hair and
blue eyes made him look like the stereotypical "surf
dude", so everyone called him the Big Kitchen Kahuna.
Anyway, as Tom was slicing, one of his workers,
Tiffany, came into the kitchen. I hate to say it, but
Tiffany as the stereotypical mall chick. Not all that
much in the way of brains, but a body to kill for.
She was 17, about 5'5", 95 pounds tops, a good portion
of which was taken up by her chest. When she came into
the kitchen, she was wearing a bright pink tank top,
cut low in front to expose her cleavage. A grey towel
was wrapped around her waist.
"Hey, Tom...." she said.
"Hey, you're off. What are you doing here."
"I was out tanning on the lawn, and I got a little
hungry, so I came here for a quick snack."
Tom went back to slicing, "Help yourself." Tiffany
turned around to rummage through a rack of snacks on
the far wall.
As she bent over to look at a lower shelf, her towel
slipped from her waist, and fell to the ground. So did
Tom's jaw, as the piece of sandwich he was nibbling on
fell from his slack hand. Tiffany was wearing a "thong"
style pink bikini bottom. The back strap of the bikini
was wedged in between her cheeks, so far in to be
almost invisible.
Tiffany turned around to pick up her towel, and noticed
the expression on Tom's face. She smiled, and struck a
modeling posed. "Like what you see?" Tom could only nod
as he stared at the tiny pink triangle that made up the
front of the bikini bottom.
The 17 year old left her towel and walked in front of
Tom, standing close enough that her breasts were just
touching Tom's shirt. Hesitantly, Tom lowered his face
to hers, as her hands reached up his back.
Their mouths locked, tongues visibly dueling every so
often. After a couple of moments, the two broke off,
winded. Tom cleared off the table he was working on, as
Tiffany lifted her tank top up and over her head. She
was wearing a matching bikini top that only barely
covered her extended nipples with two pink triangles.
Tom finished clearing the table, and Tiffany gave a
little leap and sat on the edge. She gave a little cry
as her nearly bare bottom came in contact with the cold
stainless steel. Tom grinned as he moved his mouth back
to hers, using his hands to stroke her sides.
Tiffany moaned slightly as she tried to unbutton Tom's
chef coat by feel. It took a few moments, but neither
of them seemed to be in any hurry to break up their
oral battle. Finally, the last button was undone, and
she ran her hands over his exposed chest.
Her back suddenly arches as Tom brought his hands up
from where they had been caressing her back and sides,
cupping her bikini covered breasts. His thumbs gently
stroked the erect nipples through the fabric.
Tiffany threw her head back as Tom moved his mouth away
from hers and shifted it to the side of her neck. With
a playful shove, she pushed Tom backwards so she could
remove his coat. The coat fell away to the floor and
Tiffany smiled as she admired his smooth, muscular,
chest.
Grinning wickedly, Tiffany licked her fingertips and
used the moistened digits to stroke Tom's nipples,
causing him to gasp. "Only being fair," she said. "You
did it to me."
Tom replied, "Fair's fair, huh?" With that, he slipped
his thumbs under the shoulder straps of her bikini top,
sliding them down her arm slowly. As his thumbs moved,
he kissed each inch of newly exposed flesh as the top
slowly lowered. Finally letting the straps drop, Tom
reached around and pulled the knot on the back of the
top, and tugged it away, dropping it on the table.
Pausing for only a moment, he bent his head to the
exposed breasts.
Tiffany's breasts seemed even larger out of their
confinement, and Tom didn't seem to mind as he switched
from one to the other, using his tongue to excite the
eraser shaped nipples poking out from half-dollar sized
aureole. Tiffany quivered and let out little moans as
he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, while
playing with the other between his thumb and finger. He
hands, which had been clutching Tom's back, now dropped
to hang limply at her sides.
With one shudder, Tiffany roused herself, and as Tom
continued to work his magic on her breasts, her hands
touched the sides of his chest, trailing downwards
until she reached the waistband of his slacks. With a
quick flick, she undid the button and zipper, and Tom's
trousers fell to his ankles, leaving him standing in
his white boxers, which showed an obvious, and large,
erection.
Not missing a beat, Tom stepped out of his trousers and
kicked them away. His hand left Tiffany's breast, and
quickly moved down, causing to her shudder yet again as
it passed her belly button. Finally, the hand came to
rest on her thigh, just above the knee. He began to
inch it up her thigh slowly, as she spread her legs
apart. A damp spot clearly showed in the center of her
pink bikini.
So as not to be outdone, Tiffany started to caress
Tom's dick through the boxers. The lump became even
more noticeable, as the tip began to edge its way
towards the elastic waistband of his boxers. Not
waiting for it to arrive, Tiffany slipped her hands
inside the material and pulled down, leaving Tom
completely naked. Tom's dick, easily 8" long and 1 1/2"
wide sprang free.
Finally pausing, Tom removed his face from where it was
buried between Tiffany's breasts, and smiled, as he
moved his free hand down opposite the hand still
working its way up her thigh at a maddeningly slow
pace. Both hands stopped at mid-thigh, as Tiffany
fruitlessly tried to slide her hips forward.
With her small hands, Tiffany began to stroke Tom's
engorged cock, making a fist with one hand at the base
and moving up, then repeating the process, one hand
after the other. Tom was barely moving as he
concentrated on the sensations that Tiffany was
creating.
Taking advantage of Tom's lack of motion, Tiffany used
the opportunity to slip off the edge of the table and
kneel down in front of him. As she looked up at him,
she stuck out her tongue and lapped up a drop of pre-
cum that had formed on the tip of his penis, which
throbbed as if it had a life of its own. With an elfin
grin, Tiffany opened her lips and engulfed the head.
Tom closed his eyes as her lips worked their way down
his shaft, finally stopping as the head hit the back of
her throat.
Tiffany sucked in her cheeks and slowly withdrew the
organ from her mouth, stopping as she reached the tip,
then repeating her actions. As her head began to move
faster, Tom began to rock his hips in rhythm, thrusting
his dick into her eager mouth. Both began to moan as
their motion, now completely in sync reached a frantic
pace. Suddenly, with one final spasm, Tom thrust
forward and with a loud groan, explosively came into
Tiffany's mouth. Her throat worked as she swallowed the
cream that must have flooded from the now softening
dick, which finally slipped from her slack lips.
Tom looked down with a satisfied smile, clearly ready
to return the oral favor, when from the dining hall
came the sounds of campers, arriving to help set up for
lunch. Quickly, the two dressed and cleaned up the
evidence of their tryst.
*** (This DOES explain the large budget expense for
meat that week.)
Return to normal time line:
Every day after lunch, we had health call, during which
the nurse on duty administered any medication, checked
on ill campers, and otherwise made sure all campers are
healthy. If I had time, I tried to help out when I
could, issuing meds and treating minor problems, like
poison ivy, scratches, etc.
With changeover completed, I had some time on this
particular Sunday, which was a stroke of good luck, as
there seemed to be a longer line than usual.
Apparently, the middle aged girls had decided to play a
little pick-up soccer after they finished eating, and I
got to treat an assortment of cuts and scrapes. Last in
my line was Hillary, a camper who complained her ankle
hurt.
I asked her to hop up on the desk I used as my exam
table, and stretch out her leg. Sure enough, the ankle
was slightly swollen. As I gently checked the ankle, I
noticed that the hem of her baggy shorts had fallen
open, allowing me a partial view between her legs.
The view was not good, but I could see enough to be
pretty sure this girl was not wearing any underwear. I
had to quickly shift in my chair to cover up the
evidence of my discovery. As I tried to subtly shift
her leg to get a better view, I must have squeezed a
little to hard, as she let out a squeak and yanked her
leg away, closing the gap. With a sigh, I told her
she's need to check with the nurse to see if she needed
x-rays.
Chapter 7 - Rainy Days And Wednesdays Get Me
The Great Flood.
Okay, perhaps I am exaggerating just a little, but it's
understandable. In the minds of camp staff, extended
rain ranks right up there with the black plague on the
list of "things we do NOT want to see at camp this
summer." Unfortunately, nature has her own plans, and
seldom takes ours into account.
The camp awoke Monday morning to the gentle patter of
raindrops striking the tents. This was actually treated
with some enthusiasm, as on a rainy day schedule,
wakeup was pushed ahead 1 hour.
Monday came and went under a gray drizzle, and when the
same was repeated Tuesday morning, the enthusiasm had
lessened considerably. The weather did not improve on
Tuesday, either.
On Wednesday, we awoke to the same gray skies as we had
for the previous two days. At breakfast, the girls were
even more fidgety than usual, due to the forced
inactivity. There are only so many uses for popsicle
sticks.
After breakfast, the staff called a "washout"
conference. As the kids cleaned their areas, the staff
met to discuss ways to deal with the situation. As the
rain was light, and the weather fairly warm, we decided
to offer some modified outdoor activities, and let the
campers choose, while praying that the rain didn't
return to some of the downpours we had had in the last
48 hours.
Each staff member came up with an activity, and the
campers gathered in the dining hall to choose. For my
part, I decided a nature walk might be interesting,
seeing what came out from the rain. Besides, I had a
faint hope that no one would decide to hike, and I
could slog back to bed for a while.
To my surprise, when the selection was done, there were
5 campers that had elected to come along. I gave them
instructions on what to wear and told them to meet me
back at my cabin in 20 minutes.
As I waited for the girls, I changed into some sturdier
rain gear, and planned where to go. Camp was in a
mountainous area, with many trails. Soon, the girls
arrived, and I examined my little troupe.
Joy was 8, tall for her age, with brown hair and eyes.
Holly was 10, about the same height as Joy. She had
blond hair, and hazel eyes, set in an elf-like face.
Linda was 12, about 4' 11", black hair, green eyes.
Dana was also 12, brown hair, hazel eyes, and a little
shorter than Linda. Finally, the oldest, Randi was 15,
almost my height, with blond hair and blue eyes. Also,
we picked up another counselor, Denise, a 20 year old
from England. Apparently, no one had chosen her pottery
class.
Each of us took a day pack along with some supplies and
water. We headed towards the edge of camp, where I knew
there was a trail that led to a point which had what
was supposedly a great view of a nearby valley. On the
way, we stopped at the dining hall for some sandwiches,
in case this became an all day event.
Despite the rain, it was quite warm, and after the
first mile, all of us were overheated in our rain gear.
With the cover of the trees that lined the trail, the
slowing rain had become a light mist so we decided to
shuck the rain clothes and deal with a little dampness.
We tossed all the gear into a trash bag from my pack
and hung it in a tree to pick up on the way back.
After a quick rest stop, we pressed onward. Denise took
the lead and I brought up the rear. We kept an easy
pace, which allowed me to admire the girls' moving
under their shorts and jeans. Dana had an especially
appealing wiggle motion to her walk, which made her
hips sway slightly from side to side. She was wearing
fairly tight jeans, so you could see her muscles move
with each step.
As we walked on, we stopped to identify various trees
and plants, and at one point, picked some wild
raspberries for a snack. At one such stop, I noticed
that the light but persistent mist was beginning to
soak into my t-shirt. Having realized this, I leaned up
against a tree and looked around to see if it was
having a similar effect on my companions.
The exercise and the mist had combined to cause almost
everyone's shirt to tighten like mine. Joy's shirt was
oversized to start with, so I couldn't tell what was
underneath, but Holly was wearing an older camp t-shirt
from several years ago, and the now tightened too-small
shirt clearly showed her budding mounds, which had yet
to seriously develop.
Linda was wearing some type of bikini top under her t-
shirt, but it was clear that when she finished
developing, she would be something special. Dana
apparently was a late bloomer, as I could not make out
anything under her black T-shirt.
The outline of Randi's bra was clearly visible through
her shirt, and I wondered just what that bra contained.
Finally, I looked at Denise. She was wearing an all-
white T-shirt, which was just a little snug. Here tits
were a little on the small side, but through the white
fabric, I could see her nipples, the size of pencil
erasers. I imagined them in a state of arousal, and
shuddered. Before I derailed on this train of thought,
we moved on.
About noon, we reached a clearing about halfway up the
mountain that had a spectacular view of the wooded
valley below. This was as good a place for lunch as
any, so we stopped decided to eat and rest, then turn
around and head back. By now, the rain had stopped and
the sun was shining.
While we were eating, we chatted idly about the last
few days at camp and such, until eventually, the
conversation died into a comfortable silence. We rested
for a while, until Dana spoke up. "Do you guys hear
that? It sounds like water."
Everyone held perfectly still and tried to listen. The
sound of what appeared to be water could be faintly
heard from around some rocks at the far end of the
clearing, where a small train continued on. Our
curiosity got the better of us, so we packed up our
trash and went to take a look.
As we moved ahead, the sound of water rushing got
louder. I mentally reviewed the trail maps, but I
couldn't remember any mention of streams or springs,
only a lake much farther up the mountainside, almost at
the summit.
Deep in thought, I almost walked into Joy as she
stopped suddenly after rounding an outcropping. The
sound of water was much louder here, and the source was
quite obvious.
Apparently, all the recent rain must have flooded the
upper lake, and the excess water had come cascading
down the mountainside. A natural rock trough in the
side of the cliff had formed a pool, about 3 feet deep
of crystal clear water. The water came from overhead,
as it tumbled from a rock outcropping, hanging over the
trail, about 20 feet up.
As we stopped to look, the sun came out from behind a
cloud and passed through the mist generated by the
falling water. A rainbow formed near the surface of the
pool.
Linda dipped her hand into the pool water. "It's Warm!"
she exclaimed. The rocks and water had been warmed by
the sign at higher levels, and the water kept that
heat, so the pool was at a very pleasant temperature.
Holly looked at the water, "Let's go swimming!"
"We don't have any bathing suits, silly, and we can't
get our hiking clothes wet," replied Linda.
Holly thought for a second. "We could go skinny
dipping!". She smiled, and the other girls started to
nod. Denise and I both spoke up at once. She pointed at
me and said, "Remember him??"
The girls were crestfallen. I didn't want to disappoint
them, and luckily, I came up with an idea. We knew no
one else was going to come up from camp, so I could go
further along on the trail, and make sure no one came
from that way. Them I could come back in 2 hours or so,
and the girls would have the pool to themselves. I
wanted to do some exploring anyway, and we had been
going at a slower than usual pace for me, so I welcomed
the opportunity.
I outlined my idea to the girls. Denise was a little
uncomfortable with the idea, but the eager looks on the
girls faces persuaded her to go along. I offered to
take one of the walkie-talkies we had brought along
just in case, and with the that, she agreed. I picked
up my pack and told the girls to give me 10 minutes to
check the trail ahead, and if I didn't come back to
have fun. I left around the bend.
Just past the pool, the trail turned and banked
sharply, then climbed quickly, and 10 minutes later, I
was about 30 feet above the pool level, and had crossed
back over the stream that fed the waterfall. I paused,
and bent to splash a little water on my face.
As I straightened up, I noticed a flash of light
through some trees in front of me that were growing on
the outer bank of the trail. I stepped between them,
hopped on a branch, and leaned forward. From here, I
had a clear view of the mountainside, most of the way
down. A thought struck me, and I readjusted my seat,
leaned out a bit further, and turned. As I guessed,
from here I had a fairly clear view of the pool where I
had left the campers. I could see them standing at the
side of the pool and talking, but could not hear them.
Inspiration struck. I could monitor the trail quite
well from where I was perched, and was invisible to the
people below. I recalled I had idly tossed a pair of
binoculars in my pack, and, adjusting myself on the
branch, reached around and extracted them.
Bringing the nocs to my eyes, I quickly focused on the
pool below.
Through the lenses, it was as if I was standing right
on top of them.
As I fine tuned the focus, Denise looked at her watch
and said something to the other girls. Everyone looked
around nervously, and no one moved for a couple of
moments. Finally, Holly said something to the others.
She sat down on a fallen log and removed her shoes and
socks. Walking over to the pool, she dipped her toe in
and smiled broadly. She said something else to the
other girls, then reached down and pulled her shirt out
from the waistband of her shorts. I held my breath as
she unzipped the front of her shorts, but she was
covered by the bottom of her shirt as she slipped them
off. Again, her hands went to under her shirt, and I
saw her pale pink panties come down, the T-shirt still
covering most of her body.
My pulse quickened as she grasped the bottom of the T-
shirt and lifted it over her head, revealing her body,
which was just on the edge of puberty. In the sunlight,
I could see the small mounds where her breasts were
just starting to develop, nipples just tiny bumps on
her chest. My gaze travelled down to between her legs,
where I could just see the outer lips of her 10 year
old pussy. She turned around to step into the pool,
giving me a wonderful view of her naked ass, before she
stepped in to the water. With a smile, she playfully
splashed some water towards the others who were still
watching.
Seeing her safely in the water, Randi and Dana were
next to join in. Randi quickly removed her shoes,
shorts, and t-shirt, pausing to stand clad only in a
white bra and panties. As she reached around and
unclasped the bra, I noticed idly that she had no tan
lines. I made a mental note to find out where she did
her sunbathing. In one motion she pulled down her
panties and stepped into the water pool, not giving me
the opportunity for a good luck, but I could see enough
to determine she was a natural blond. The water only
rose above her belly, above which her teenaged tits
stood out firmly, nipples visible against brown
aureole.
While I was watching Randi, Dana had removed her jeans
and t-shirt. Dana was indeed a late developer, with
small mounds just beginning to show on her chest. As
she removed her pink panties, I could see the barest
fur around her naked pussy, which, surprisingly, had
very full lips. She slid into the waist high water.
Joy and Linda looked a little uncomfortable but,
clearly not wanting to be left out, started to remove
their clothing also. Under her T-shirt, Joy was flat-
chested, with only tiny nipples to indicate where
things would be happening in a few years. Under her
jeans, she was wearing little "Pocahontas" underwear,
which she folded neatly as she removed them. As she
stood, I could just make out the outline of her
undeveloped womanhood. Linda was wearing a bikini under
her clothing, with boxers, and decided to forgo the au
natural look.
I watched the now naked youngsters play for a while in
the water, admiring the way it glistened of their firm
young bodies as they moved through it. Then, I looked
around for Denise. When I located her with the
binoculars, I nearly came in my pants. She had removed
her clothes and was standing directly under the falling
water. Her head was back and she was letting the water
flow down her body in a scene akin to a magazine shoot.
My eyes eagerly followed the glistening trail of water
as if flowed down her face and lips, over her neck, and
across her breasts, which, while small, were perfectly
shaped. From the action of the water, her nipple stood
out fully an inch from her tits, almost vibrating from
the liquid's motion. Along with the running water, my
gaze travelled further down, to where just the tip of
her pubic bush was visible above the water.
As I continued to observe the girls in the water, I
could no longer contain myself. Looking around, I
checked to be sure that I could not be seen from the
trail. Returning my attention to the scene below, I
reached down and unbuttoned my jeans. Slipping them
down, I removed my hardening rod from its now confining
prison. With my free hand, stroked up and down the
shaft, using the pre-cum oozing out for lubrication.
Between the scene below, and the risk of discovery, it
didn't take long before my hand increased its pace.
Finally, I felt the pressure build, and with a grunt,
shot my come into some nearby leaves. As I cleaned
myself up with a tissue, my watch went off, indicating
it was time to head down. Apparently the girls had
reached the same conclusion, and were beginning to exit
the water and dry off, my view covered by their towels.
I tucked myself back into my pants and started down. As
I arrived at the bend just before the pool, I announced
myself and waited for the all clear, which came
shortly. Stepping back around the rock, I was back at
the pool. The girls asked me what I had seen on the
trail, and I answered "Some really nice views..."
We paused to take a last look at the waterfall, which
had already slightly diminished from the stoppage of
rain. Then, we set off back to camp, arriving around 4.
I stopped back at my cabin for a quick shower and a
change of clothes before dinner. Being away all day, I
grabbed something from the kitchen and caught up on the
day's paper trail.
***
That night, each division had its own evening activity
planned. The youngest group was having a campfire,
while the oldest group was tie-dying t-shirts.
The middle groups were hosting some campers from
another camp a few miles away in a volleyball mini-
tournament. We usually would have these mini-events 3-5
times a summer with each age group. I decided to sit in
on the game, which was using our only field with good
night lighting.
When I got there, the oldest girls from each camp were
playing against each other. I recognized Dana as one of
the players on our side of the net. Both teams were
wearing their "uniforms." Ours consisted of a light
green T-shirt with the camp logo on the front, and dark
green shorts which also had a logo patch. The other
camper had brown jogging-style shorts, with white t-
shirts tucked in. They also had logos on their
clothing, on the leg of the shorts and just above the
right breast.
Because of the way the field was laid out, and the
direction I had come from, I was looking directly
towards the lights, which were at the far end of the
field from me. When I perched on a pile of logs to
watch for a while, the players were silhouetted by the
back lighting.
After the end of one match, which we won, the players
switched sides of the net, so that the team from the
other camp was between the lights and myself. As one of
the campers set up to serve, I decided I was going to
stay a little longer, since I had noticed that the
light passed through the white T-shirts as if they were
transparent.
The one girl lifted her arm to serve, and as she did
so, her breasts were perfectly displayed through the
thin material. She was about 5'0" but apparently had
spent her growth hormones in other areas. My attention
slowly turned from the score, to the players.
Every time one of the players jumped for a return or
dove to dig out the ball, I was treated to a wonderful
view of their heaving tits as they bounced and swayed.
Only one player was wearing a bra, so the delightful
mounds were free to move naturally.
All too soon, the game ended and the girls from the
other camp headed to their buses, while ours hit the
showers. I thought about trying to find a way to look
into the shower house, but decided the risk was too
great. Instead, since I had late patrol that night, a
nape was in order. I stopped by each of the other
units, but the youngest were already in bed, and the
oldest had completed their activity. With mild
amusement, I noticed that in addition to t-shirts, some
girls had dyed other items of clothing, such as bras
and panties. Perhaps some of them might be persuaded to
model their new designs? Just a thought.
I grabbed a couple of hours shut-eye before patrol and
this time, everyone was back early, and there were no
escapades. I returned to my cabin around 2:30 am,
undressed and crawled into bed. I was tired from the
long day, but my mind was still filled with the images
of the day. Idly, I started stroking myself, but
exhaustion won out, and I faded into sleep.
Some time later, I found myself abruptly startled into
wakefulness buy a strange sound from near the door to
my cabin. I sleep "au natural" so I started to fumble
for a pair of sweats I knew I had left nearby. Picking
up my flashlight, (one of those 5 D-cell versions made
of aluminum), I started to call out, but before I
could, a small voice whispered, "SSSShhh. Don't say
anything!" In the darkness, I could barely make out a
small form slipping into my cabin, then closing the
door.
***
I wake up slowly, so I was still a little foggy and
reacting a bit slower then I should have. The as yet
unidentified form, which I could make out in the dim
light from outside was a camper sitting on top of the
dresser near the door, moved around a bit, but didn't
speak.
My wits were beginning to return and I pointed the
flashlight above the intruder and turned it on. The
camper put her hand up to shield her eyes, and I could
see it was Andy! "What the heck are you doing here?" I
whispered loudly, looking at the clock, "It's 4 AM!! Do
you know how much trouble you are in??"
"Not as much trouble as you would be if I started
screaming!" she said, grinning, with a voice much older
than her 13 years. That shut me up for a minute.
Realizing I was in bed naked, with a 13 year old girl
in the room, and how easily this could be
misinterpreted, I quickly tried to figure out what was
going on. As I did, I looked at her. She was wearing a
light pink nightshirt that went down to her knees, with
a picture of Tweety on the front. Her legs were crossed
and she was wearing sneakers without socks.
"What are you doing here?" I asked again, being sure to
keep my voice down. Even if nothing was happening, the
rumors would be enough to cost me my job.
She looked at me with a funny gleam in her eye. "I
couldn't sleep, so I thought I would come over here and
show you what I do to help me sleep."
"What? You wanted me to help you count sheep or
something???" I sputtered.
Smiling, she replied, "No, stupid. I came here because
I knew you would like me do THIS." With that, she
reached up her hand to cup her left breast through the
nightshirt. I started to object, but my mouth dried,
and I found myself unable to speak. The hand holding
the flashlight started to tremble, so I propped the
light on the bed.
Andy brought her other hand up, and now was cupping her
tits, and stroking her nipples, still through the
nightshirt. Her eyes were closed, and her legs
uncrossed, swinging freely. Her nipples, aroused by the
stimulation began to push through the fabric of the
nightshirt.
Sliding down from the dresser top, she lifted the
bottom of the oversized shirt, swiftly pulling it up
and over her head. I could only continue to stare
silently as she again sat on the dresser and resumed
playing with her orange-sized tits. Every so often, she
would pause and roll one of her nipples between her
thumb and fingers. I could hear small gasps coming from
her.
Fascinated, I watched as her right hand left her breast
and drifted down to the waistband of the green boxers
she was wearing under the shirt. Her breathing grew
more uneven as her hand passed the waistband and began
to stroke the front of the undergarment.
Almost as if they had a mind of their own, her legs
began to move apart. Her left hand started squeezing
her breasts harder, as her head tilted back. Her free
hand moved back up, and slipped under the waistband of
her boxers.
Through, I could see the outline of her fingers as they
moved around the outside of her 13 year-old cunt.
Suddenly she gasped, and I saw the outline of her hand
as she slipped a finger inside.
Her other hand left where it had switched to the other
breast, and joined its partner under her shorts. I
could see the tips of her fingers working around the
top of her pussy. While I couldn't see her clitoris
through the shorts, it was obvious her finger had found
it, from the way her hips started shaking.
Almost paralyzed in disbelief and delight, I watched as
her motions increased in speed. One finger was clearly
visible through the green cloth as it plunged in and
out of her teenaged hole. The gasping noises reached
frantic levels as her hips bucked wildly, to where I
was afraid she might have fallen off the dresser.
Abruptly, her back arched, and a sigh escaped her lips.
As her back relaxed, she slipped her hands out from
under the boxers and slid to the floor. She picked up
her shirt from the edge of the bed where it had fallen,
and smiled as she looked at my stunned expression.
Pointing at the tent in the sheets I had created with
my dick, she slipped the shirt back on, and with an
impish grin said "NOW, I can sleep." She slipped out
the door as swiftly as she had entered.
I waited a few moments for my pulse to subside, and
make sure she was gone. Walking a bit unsteadily, I got
up to lock the door. As I did, I noticed a wet spot on
the top of the dresser, already beginning to dry. I
dropped back on the bed. Sure, SHE could sleep now...
Chapter 8 - Discipline Must Be Maintained
Bzzt! Bzzt! Bzzt! Bzzt! The insistent buzz of the alarm
clock brought me back to the present from where my mind
had been locked in a loop replaying the incredible
events that happened in my cabin only hours ago. I had
been unable to sleep ever since, only fitfully dozing.
I stumbled through a shower and breakfast, and with my
third cup of coffee, I was feeling almost alive, as I
sat at my desk and worked on the weekly payables. It
took a sheer effort of will to focus on the task at
hand.
Finally, I got into my rhythm, and my attention zeroed
in on the job. I was almost halfway through the bill
pile when there was a knock on my office door.
Muttering "Yeah?" I looked up from my desk.
One of the secretaries poked her head in. "Dave?
There's a counselor
here to see you. She said you told her to come by
before lunch."
Vainly, I tried to force my frazzled brain to recall
who I had asked to come in. Shrugging, I told the
secretary to send her in. When I saw who it was, I
remembered. It was Nikki, and she was supposed to meet
me to find out her punishment for breaking curfew the
previous week. With all that had happened, it
completely slipped my mind, so I put on a stern face
and decided to see how it went.
Before I could say anything, Nikki spoke up. "Dave,
before you say anything, I just wanted you to know I'm
really sorry and it won't happen again." Her hands
knotted nervously as I tried to maintain a severe
expression. I let the silence stretch for a moment, as
her gaze alternated between me and the floor.
I folded my hands together, and looked at her across my
desk. "I'll tell you what. You caught me in a good
mood, so I'll let you pick your own punishment. If I
think it is fair, that's what it will be, but if I
think it, it's too easy, I'll come up with something
much worse!" I lifted my lips in a slight smile.
Chewing her lip, Nikki thought about it, perhaps unsure
about my offer. Finally, she came to a decision. "My
father always said that bad girls needed a good
spanking."
All I can say in my own defense is that my brains were
still addled from the night before, or I never would
have considered that request. As it was, the
professional in me urged me to reject the idea out of
hand, but the last few days had encouraged my liberal
side.
I made my decision. Standing up, I stepped around my
desk. "Sounds fair. Meet me at the firewood shed
fifteen minutes after rest period starts. You can go,
I'll see you then." I picked up a folder from my desk
and pretended to read it, not looking at her as she
left.
I had to finish the bills by lunch, and the time
pressure, coupled with sheer monotony, cleared my mind
of thoughts about the pending encounter. It was only
when I saw Nikki in the dining hall at lunch that my
concerns reappeared, but I could hardly back down now.
Besides, I didn't really WANT to.
After lunch, I went directly to the wood shed where we
kept some firewood dry for outdoor cooking, and to
start larger blazes/ With the campers in tents for rest
period, I knew no one would be up there.
Inside the shed, which was brightly lit from
ventilation windows around the roof, I rearranged some
tree stumps and loose wood to serve as a bench. Sitting
down, I waited for Nikki to arrive.
At precisely fifteen minutes into the rest period, I
heard foot steps approach, then a tap on the door.
Nikki's voice. "Dave?"
"Come." I replied. The door opened and Nikki stepped
in, closing the door behind her. She turned to face me.
Nikki was about 5'6", maybe 120lbs. Short brown hair
came down to her neck, and hung in bangs over her blue
eyes. A halter top covered her above average sized
breasts, complimented by white denim-like shorts, white
socks, and sneakers.
From where I sat, I could see her face held an
expression that was a mix of apprehension and
anticipation. I spoke up. "Since you were twenty-five
minutes late, you will be spanked 25 times. I think you
know the position." I pointed to my lap.
Without a word, Nikki walked over and kneeled, then
leaned across my lap, so I supported most of her
weight. In this position, her ass was raised slightly,
directly under my right hand, while the underside of
her breasts brushed the outside of my left leg.
Not wanting to allow time for second thoughts, I
started in immediately. As I counted out "One." I
dropped my left hand firmly to strike her on the left
buttock.
A sharp gasp from Nikki let me know she felt it.
Pausing slightly, I delivered strike number two to the
other cheek with slightly more force. This time, I
thought I heard a small moan accompany the gasp.
Strikes three and four followed rapidly, and by five
and six, I was sure that Nikki was enjoying the
punishment as much, or possibly more, than I was. This
was confirmed after strike number eight, when I allowed
my hand to briefly rest on her denim covered ass, which
rose up to meet my hand, accompanied by a definite
moan.
Time to up the ante, I decided. I temporarily stopped
my actions, and told Nikki to stand up. She looked at
me with a puzzled expression. I pointed to her, "I
think those shorts are providing too much padding.
Remove them." Anxiously, I waited to see if I had
pushed things too far. With an unreadable expression on
her face, Nikki reached down and undid the upper snap
and zipper. The white shorts fell to the floor,
revealing emerald green panties, with a black
waistband. High cut, it revealed her hips nicely.
Without being asked, she resumed her previous position.
I paused only for a moment to admire the silk covered
ass before delivering stroke number nine. This time, as
my hand impacted her panty covered cheek, I could
clearly feel her push her pussy against my leg, with
yet another moan.
Alternating from left to right, I rapidly fired of
strikes ten, eleven, twelve, and thirteen. After each
stroke, for only a moment, I rested my hand on the
reddened cheek lightly, feeling her squirm. I could
feel a small wet spot forming on my leg from the front
of her panties.
Numbers fifteen and sixteen produced clear moans of
pleasure, so I decided to see how far I could take
this. I told her to rise again, and hesitantly, she
turned to face me. I reached out and hooked my finger
under the top of her halter top and pulled her closer,
turning her sideways. Idly, I traced a finger around
the rear of her panties, feeling the muscles quiver
slightly. Her eyes were closed, but popped open as I
delivered a sharp smack. In the sternest voice I could
still manage, I told her to remove the panties, there
was still too much padding.
The look on her face again got unreadable, and I
thought I had overdone it. As I was about to tell her
to disregard that instruction, she turned and hooked
her fingers into the black waistband. With her back to
me, she lowered the green material to the ground,
revealing her perfect, if slightly red, ass to my view.
Stepping out of the panties, she returned to her
position quickly, again with no comment.
Looking closer, I could see the red marks made by some
of my harder impacts. From where the front folds of her
pussy rested against my leg, I could feel a warm, damp
feeling, and I realized just how much she was enjoying
this. Also, she had repositioned herself so that her
side was in contact with my dick, now as hard as a
steel pole.
Nine strikes to go. I brought my hand down on the naked
flesh of her left buttock and was rewarded with a low
groan, and an increased feeling of dampness on my leg.
Numbers eighteen, nineteen and twenty only intensified
the effect.
Deciding to turn things up one final notch, after
strike twenty-one, I let my hand remain on her
twitching ass, massaging and exploring with the tips of
my fingers. She responded by wiggling her whole lower
body, and a whispered, "yessss..."
Abruptly, I removed my hand and struck again. Whap!
This time, I used my whole hand to massage the affected
globe. Her wriggling motion was almost constant now,
and my leg was positively wet.
Number twenty three repeated the process on the other
cheek, while twenty-four was spread across both. I
allowed my hand to continue massaging, as I let the
anticipation build for the final stroke. Nikki was
whimpering now, as if begging for release.
With my left hand, I spread her cheeks to uncover her
lower openings. I raised my right hand and brought it
down sharply, direct on her rear entry, the impact of
the strike driving the tip of my finger inside. The
stimulation pushed Nikki over the edge, and she
screamed as a small stream of fluid ran over my leg.
Her legs shuddered as she tried to maintain her
position.
Leaving her on all fours, I extracted myself and
stepped to the cabin door. "I hope we've learned our
lesson," I said as I stepped out. Closing the door
behind me, I realized that as deterrents went, what
just happened probably was not all that effective. Ah
well.
I started back to the office, but a feeling of
tightness in my underwear indicated a visit to my cabin
first was in order.
The rest of the day passed with little incident, mainly
as the campers were busy preparing for the evening's
main activity, the annual fashion show. The fashion
show was one of the big events of the season. Many
campers brought special items from home. Even some of
the staff participated.
To respect some of the campers' concerns, all male
staff were given the evening off, and 'encouraged' to
leave camp. Ordered actually. I planned ahead.
The maintenance crew wanted me to go out them, but I
begged off, claiming that Tracy had lent me the wagon
to run some personal errands. She had, but I don't
think she realized quite what I had in mind.
After dinner, I waited for the maintenance crew and the
cook to head off, got in the wagon, and headed out the
main entrance.
About three hundred yards down the access road, I
pulled the wagon off into a small clearing hidden from
view, locked it, and made my way back to the Rec-Hall
by way of a small trail. The rec-hall was still dark,
and I quickly used a small maintenance ladder to climb
up through a trapdoor into the old storage loft,
pulling the ladder up after me.
We didn't use the old loft anymore, and during the day
I had tacked down a few boards to allow me to move back
and forth around the Rec-Hall without noise, and
observed. At one end of the loft, I had a view of the
dressing area backstage, and at the other, an old fan
vent gave me a clear view of the stage. A couple
bottles of water and a flashlight were all I needed. I
dug a paperback out of my packet and waited for the
entertainment to begin.
The campers started to pile in somewhere in the middle
of chapter 12. The fashion show had a fairly simple
format, so that everyone could watch, a group of eight
or ten campers in a particular theme would go
backstage, set up, and then come out. After that, the
next group would go back, while the audience talked,
everyone sat down again, and the process repeated. I
had seen the program at the office earlier, which
called for 'daywear', 'swimwear', 'evening wear',
'sleepwear', 'staff wear', and something called
'nightwear'.
The first group went backstage. I didn't expect much
from the daywear category out front, so I crept along
the rafters to the rear of the hall. Through a hole in
the ceiling, I could look straight down and see a
fairly decent sized area of the dressing room. I could
see the girls milling around, but most of them had worn
their outfits in, hiding them under sheets or something
similar. At the edge of my field of vision, I could see
what appeared to be the tips of a pair of bra-encased
tits, but they never moved clearly into view. The
campers started to move out front, so I went back to my
seat by the vent as the music began.
Tracy introduced Jackie as the evening's MC, and they
started. She was sitting behind a table next to the
stage, with only her head visible behind a light and
sound controls. Each girl came out to 'her song', and
stepped/twirled to the end of a runway made from tables
leading off the stage. After spinning once or twice,
she walked back, posed, and stepped backstage.
The first few outfits were nothing special, just nicer
versions of the usual items seen around camp. The kids
seemed to enjoy it, as the applause was loud after
every presenter. My interested perked up, however, as
Jackie said "Now, for something a little more 'daring',
here's Sandra, in a summer outfit sure to catch the
guys eyes.'"
From behind the curtain, out came Sandra, a blond, 15-
year-old camper whose athletic body had captured my
attention repeatedly over the past few days. She had
wrapped a large towel around herself, and as she got
halfway down the runway, she tossed it over her
shoulder and let it fall.
There was a collection of gasps and applause from the
crowd, and I almost joined in. Sandra was wearing a
white 'crop top' that was about two sizes too small,
with no bra. Her nipples could be seen quite clearly
through the material, on either side of a heart shaped
cut out that showed off her wonderful cleavage.
Her belly button was exposed over the waistband of a
tiny pair of denim shorts that had to have been applied
with a shoe-horn. Every curve of muscle was clearly
defined through the fabric, and a vague outline of her
pubic mound could be seen around the front zipper. As
she turned, you could see the tension of the shorts
compress her cheeks together. Sandals without socks
completed the outfit.
After she left the stage to thunderous applause, the
remainder of the daywear group was anti-climactic.
Deciding I would rather be surprised, I stayed where I
was to wait for the swimwear group.
Through the vent, I could see the campers and staff
milling around, as they waited for the swimwear group
to begin. In what I found to be a surprisingly short
time, Jackie asked everyone to take their seats. This
time, the house lights were dimmed, and the stage's
corner spots were turned on to highlight the center
area. Jackie's voice came through the sound system.
"Our first model, from the Junior division is Becky,
wearing a one-piece from her 'Baywatch' collection.
Becky stepped out from behind the curtain, an eight-
year-old blond wearing a red bathing suit like the ones
used in the TV series. As she pirouetted at the end,
the suit rode up between her ass cheeks, highlighting
them nicely.
"Next is Trish, from the Debutantes (older middle
girls). She's modeling another one-piece outfit." Trish
was an eleven-year-old brunette, just starting to
develop. The green one-piece she wore hugged her curves
nicely.
"Our third model is Amanda, from the juniors, with the
final one-piece of the night, called Peek-A-Boo."
Amanda was 9, with brown hair. When she stepped out,
she was wearing what appeared to be a standard solid
white bathing suit. However, as she walked the runway,
her hand reached down and pulled off the side of the
suit, revealing bare skin. As she moved, additional
sections of the suit, presumably held on by something
like Velcro were removed, leaving areas of naked skin
on both her sides and belly, as well as the upper
center of the chest, creating a decidedly erotic look.
"THAT was interesting. Next is one of our seniors,
Jeanette, with her 'Tie-Dye' bikini, which she made
herself, here at camp." Jeanette was 14, and nicely
built, with long legs. She had tie-dyed a white bikini
with purple, pink, and yellow patterns, so that the
patterns centered right on her nipples and pubic mound.
"Next is Erica, also from our seniors group, in her
'metallic fantasy'. Erica, a fourteen-year-old with
bright blond hair, came out wearing a bikini that
looked like it had been made of tiny silver scales. As
she moved, the metallic fabric shifted, catching the
light and pulling looker's attentions to different
parts of her body.
"From the juniors comes Diane, wearing 'Pink Delight'.
When Diane came out, my first thought was to wonder
what parent sent that to camp for a nine-year-old.
Diane, a blonde, was wearing a pink micro bikini-top,
which had her breasts started to develop, would not
have covered them. At is was, small rises of flesh
around the edge of the pink triangles showed where
nature was beginning its work. Her pink bottoms
consisted of only a string around the waist, and a
triangle of fabric so small as to be noticed only by
the color difference. As she spread her legs in the
turn at the end of the runway, the hairless lips of her
pussy clearly became visible for a moment to the sides
of the cloth. On her route back, the pink string that
made of the bikini's rear literally disappeared between
her cheeks.
"Last, but certainly not least is Michelle, from our
Rockettes (younger middle) division, wearing Neon
Nights." Michelle, an eleven-year-old brunette just
starting to develop, was wearing a bright neon orange
bikini. Nothing special, as compared to the last two,
but when she reached the end of the runway, she untied
the top and tossed it down, Underneath was a slightly
smaller neon yellow bikini top. The same happened to
the bottoms.
The lights came back up, as the models for the
eveningwear got ready to perform. While interesting, I
had hopes for better things.
As the performers got ready for the next set, I
traversed the loft again, and tried to peek in on the
activity below. Alas, someone had hung a cloth or towel
of some kind over a string that had been under the view
hole, and I couldn't see a thing. Grumbling under my
breath, I returned to my position.
Some long minutes later, the lights finally dimmed. Out
of the speaker system came a steady beat, one of the
songs that were popular back then, I forget the title.
Jackie's voice rose over the music, as the lights
dimmed almost totally and a spot went up on center
stage. "First up, we have Brenda. Brenda is modeling
her version of our Girl Scout Uniform, suitable for
more than just meetings." She wasn't kidding. Brenda, a
leggy 15 year old with light auburn hair and a muscular
build had made some major changes to the uniform.
The standard skirt had been lengthened to mid-calf,
with a slit side that allowed her light leg to show
almost to her hip when she walked. As she turned, the
high cut revealed a flash of her white panties.
She had shortened the sleeves of the uniform top, and
left the upper two buttons open, with a neckerchief
hanging below the opening, which drew the viewers eyes
to the tops of her young, firm, breasts. A slightly
small vest, and a beret at a rakish angle completed the
ensemble. This outfit could turn a Girl Scout
recruiting poster into a porno film ad. Brenda left the
stage to thunderous applause.
The spotlight refocused on the center stage. Next up is
Janine, from our Rockettes division, wearing the
'layered' look. Janine stepped out from behind the
curtain. Initially, her outfit was not very impressive,
consisting of just a navy sweatshirt and white sweat
pants.
A different voice came over the sound system, a camper,
but I could not recognize it, or see the speaker. "Not
all evenings are fancy dress affairs. Sometimes, you
want something a little more comfortable, less formal,
and more versatile. Janine tossed her light brown hair
over her shoulder.
"First, we have a basic sweat outfit, good for a walk
on the beach, or a trip to the movies. Janine posed.
"If you feel a bit warm, you can remove the top."
Janine reached down, and with that crossed arm motion I
always find so exciting, quickly removed the
sweatshirt. Underneath was a tight black T-shirt that
outlined her girlish curves and budding tits.
"Still warm? Off with the bottoms!" With a swing of her
hips, Janine pulled the sweatpants down her legs and
over her bare feet. This revealed a dark green pair of
parachute pants that billowed out around her legs.
"If after all that, you are still a bit warm, you can
go one layer further." Again with the crossed arm
motion, Joanne skinned off the T-shirt and tossed her
hair again. A pale yellow sports bra highlighted her
now revealed tummy. Tiny bumps could be seen through
the stretching fabric.
"Finally, after you get home, its time to get
comfortable...." With a quick motion, she grasped the
tie to the parachute pants and pulled. Dropping to the
floor, they revealed a pair of light yellow boxer
shorts that matched the bra. Janine took a quick turn
on the catwalk, gathered up her clothes, and returned
backstage.
While interesting, neither of the next two presenters
were worth detailing. Peri, a junior modeled a fancy
dress, and Belle modeled an evening gown that would
have been far more attractive on someone who, shall we
say, was a little more slender.
There was an expectant hum from the crowd as the last
eveningwear model got ready. This was traditionally a
counselor, in a spectacular outfit.
I wasn't disappointed. "Our final eveningwear model is
Terri, who is modeling a selection from a certain well-
known catalog."
As I heard the name, I immediately perked up. Terri was
a tall brunette with hazel eyes. She tended to wear
baggy, loose clothing around camp, but even that could
not conceal what appeared to be a spectacular figure.
When she stepped out into the circle of light formed by
the spot, my dick, in all seriousness, turned into a
bar of iron. Terri was wearing a one piece dress of a
spandex like material, bright red. Two shoulder straps
scooped down into a plunging v-neck which displayed the
cleavage between her pert breasts. A zipper travelled
the full length of the dress to a high cut hem. If she
turned just so, a patch of shadow was the only cover
her panties had. As she reached the end of the catwalk
and turned around, I found myself forcibly restraining
myself from jerking off right there. The back of the
dress plunged all the way down to just above a gorgeous
ass, and the short hem produced only a patch of shadow
even smaller than the one in front. When she left the
stage, the audience was too stunned even to clap for
several seconds.
As the lights came up, I leaned my head back and waited
for the lump in my pants to subside. Thankfully, it
would take a few minutes for the swimwear models to get
ready.
Fortunately for my composure, the sleepwear selection
was unremarkable, consisting of sleep-shirts, pajamas,
and the like. As the presentation concluded, there
seemed to be a palpable tension rising in the room.
After the lights were back on, Jackie sent the two
youngest divisions back to their beds. Once they were
gone, the tension rose higher as the lights dimmed for
the last section.
"Finally, ladies, just for us older girls, we have our
'nightwear' collection. There are three presenters
tonight, and I think you will like all of them."
Music came up again, this time a slow and sensual
theme. As the volume rose slightly, there was a flash
of stockinged leg and cloth through the curtain. I knew
who it was immediately, as we only had one African-
American counselor, Keisha.
Well, the only word I can use is that Keisha 'slinked'
from behind the curtain. She was wearing a white terry
cloth robe, and below the hem of the robe, I could see
white stockings, which led to white shoes with 4 inch
heels. As I noticed the shoes, the robe dropped to the
floor. If ë had needed to restrain myself before, I
wish I was tied down just then.
Keisha was wearing a white, tie-front corset, with
gauzy sleeves covering her arms. The zigzagging ties in
front pushed her ample cleavage up and out as her belly
button peeked between the laces. Elastic bands were
clipped from the bottom of the corset to her stocking,
highlighting white thin panties through which her pubic
hair was clearly visible. As she struck a couple of
poses, I could feel drops of liquid oozing from the end
of my again hard manhood. I didn't have time to
recover, because as soon as she left, the spot moved to
the side of the stage for model number 2.
Out came Angie, a gorgeous brunette, who was dating
Mike. I could only think what a lucky guy he was as I
fairly drooled at the sight of her outfit. As she
dropped her blue robe, the tops of her tits nearly
spilled over the top of a floral print bustier, which
looked like it was ready to burst the tie that was the
only thing holding it closed at the top. A matching G-
string panty the size of a large stamp barely covered
her pussy mound, while tight fishnet stockings and
black heels accented every curve on her legs.
By now, there was a definite wet spot in my crotch
area, as I watched the spot traverse the stage.
Standing there was Ilene, a petite blond. Her red robe
fell apart and off her shoulders. She was wearing a
pair of brief white floral panties that were tied at
each side with small bows, and a clip front bra, which
she was covering with her arms. As the light full hit
her, she dropped her arms to her side and posed.
Everyone gasped.
The bra had no front panels! Her solid pink nipples
poked out firmly from her firm breasts, which jiggled
as she posed. My dick throbbed painfully.
As the spot widened, all three girls came out on stage.
As the bowed, I lost it. My head rocked back as I
spasmed wildly. Without every touching myself, I felt
the cum pour out of my spurting cock into my pants. By
the time I recovered, gasping, from my intense orgasm,
the three beauties had left the stage and everyone was
leaving the hall. I waited for the room to clear and
snuck back to the wagon, stopping at the cabin for a
change of clothes. Thankfully, my jeans mostly look
alike.
After picking up the wagon, I ran a few errands to keep
up appearances and returned to camp about an hour
before curfew.
I was still a little too agitated to sleep, so I
decided to take a quick stroll around the grounds. It
seemed like a lot of people were out, I barely saw
anyone. As I was passing a trail to the lake area, I
heard the sounds of giggling and splashing. Curious, I
headed down the trail to see what was going on.
Apparently a few of the staff, taking advantage of the
guys being out of camp had decided to go skinny
dipping. Had I realized this, I probably would have
been quietly, but as it was, they heard me and grabbed
their towels, affording me only a tantalizing glimpse
of breasts and assess as they skittered past me. Funny
though, I could swear one or two of them winked at me
as they went past.
Finally relaxed, I returned to my cabin to get a good
nights sleep. Thanks be I only had a 1/2 day on Friday
before my day off.
Chapter 9 - Games People Play
TGFF. Well, more accurately, TGFDO. Thank G-d for days
off. Especially if they start on a Friday. These were
my thoughts as I spent the morning making sure all the
necessary work was done before leaving for 24 hours of
down time.
It was a bright, sunny, warm, day and I look forward to
an afternoon of hiking, a quiet night at a local motel
(alone!), a large breakfast made with REAL eggs, and a
leisurely walk back to camp by noon Saturday.
I left the camp in order, I came back in the middle of
a mess. Don't get me wrong, Kids have to be Kids and
all that, but apparently things had gotten a bit out of
hand the night before. Apparently, five of the 15 year
old campers had decided to play a joke on the junior
'bed-wetters'. Late at night, just before curfew, they
snuck out of their tents and dumped buckets of ice
water of the Juniors bedrolls, with the Juniors inside
them. The resultant screams woke the camp before the
Seniors could return to their own beds. The damage was
minimal, people were apparently more upset at being
woke up.
When I came back on Sat, the five culprits had just
finished washing and drying (by hand!) the clothes they
had soaked, and were waiting at a picnic table to hear
what the rest of their punishment would be.
Traci filled me in, and immediately seconded her
decision. That night, the entire camp was going out to
see a movie featuring the latest heartthrob (I forget
who it was). Making our 'fearsome five' remain behind
in camp, in an empty tent, seemed like a good
punishment. Well, I couldn't go suggesting the Nikki
method now, could I?
Traci asked me if I wouldn't mind doing the honors and
staying behind to keep an eye on things. "No problem."
I replied, "not my kind of film anyway." Promising to
find em a counselor to keep me company (darn), she went
off to inform or juvenile delinquents of their revised
evening schedule. A chorus of groans told me she had.
I went back to my cabin and packed away some laundry I
had done the last evening. Funny, it seemed like I had
more underwear when I came to camp.
I spent the rest of the day catching up around camp,
and even found time for a leisurely boat ride across
the lake. Fully recharged and refreshed for the first
time in weeks, the afternoon passed quickly for me.
Right after dinner, the girls got ready to board buses
for their movie trip. The theater was about an hour
away, so they had to leave early in time to make the
show. My five charges were sent to the empty tent where
they would be spending their evening.
We had taken an unused tent in the Junior division and
tied the rear flap closed from the outside, and thrown
some mattresses in there so the girls had some place to
sit or lay. We allowed each girl to bring a pillow, as
well as books or whatever else small they wanted.
I arrived about fifteen minutes after the girls did.
The tent flap was closed, and I could hear talking
coming from inside, probably the girls complaining
about how unfair this all was.
The flap popped open, and out came the counselor who
would be joining me this evening at the tent the other
campers were now jokingly calling the 'isolation ward.'
To my great surprise and pleasure, it was Kate. We had
not had a good chance to talk since I brought her to
camp, so it looked like this was going to be a better
evening than I thought. Turns out she didn't like
romantic films much either.
I smiled at Kate as a poked my head into the tent to
let the girls know I was there. I warned them very
firmly that if Kate or I had to come into the tent for
ANY reason, I'd think of something worse than this.
"Other than that," I promised, "we'll leave you alone
for the rest of the evening." Before I left, I looked
over the five girls, who were sprawled on the
mattresses in various positions.
Closest to the flap was Samantha, a petite brunette
with large breasts. Beyond her was Caroline, light
brown hair, about 5'2", 1110 max. To her right was
Bambi (really), a tall-for-her-age blonde with nice
legs. Just in front of Bambi was Lois. Lois was only
4'8" or so but had a wonderful ass often covered by her
long blond hair. Finally, there was Marnie, the group's
'leader', about 5' 4" with a body some models would
kill for. I was given to believe she had done a few
commercials for juniors lingerie.
Fixing the girls with what I hoped was one last
menacing glare, I left the tent and shut the flap and
went over to the picnic table we had setup up outside.
A quick treatment with some bug repellent, Oreos
unpacked, and we were set for the night.
Kate and I spent the next hour or so catching up on
camp and such, going over what happened since she had
arrived, our last days off, etc. When we paused in our
conversation, we noticed that it seemed awfully quiet
inside the tent. Deciding to check in without letting
them know we were, we crept around the side of the tent
and peered in through a window, the flap to which we
had conveniently left a little open just for such an
occasion.
As it turned out, everything was just fine. The girls
had pulled their mattresses together in the center of
the tent and were playing poker, using M&M's as chips.
We were about to sneak back to the table when I heard
Marnie speak up. "This is SO boring."
Bambi replied, "I have an idea. What about Strip
Poker?" The girls all nodded, so Bambi went on. "Let's
see, everyone gets 10 M&Ms. When you run out of M&Ms,
you have to take of a piece of clothing, then everyone
gives you two from their pile. Sound fair?"
All the girls agreed, and Bambi divided the M&Ms as
Lois reshuffled the cards. All the girls were wearing
sweats, it was a surprising cool night and we had left
them a fan in the tent, mostly to cover any noise we
might have made while checking on them.
I got up from a crouch and started to head for the
table, but before I moved, I felt Kate's hand grab my
wrist. I looked at her and was shocked when she mouthed
the words "Let's stay and watch!"
I didn't even have to respond, my expression must have
said it all. With a smile, Kate pulled me down to sit
on a stump where we could see in, but they could not
see us unless they came right up to the window. With
her hand still grasping my wrist, Kate found a spot
next to me and turned to watch the activity. "What the
hell, there is always unemployment..." I thought to
myself. At least, since the seven of us were the only
ones in camp, we were not going to be interrupted.
While we were getting settled, the girls had started
their game. We watched them play, and listened as they
went, starting slow, but getting into a good game
rhythm. It didn't take long for the first victim to
fall. Ironically, it was the one who suggested the
game, Bambi. The other girls teased her gently as she
pulled her sweatshirt over her head. Underneath was a
pale yellow T-shirt that showed the outline of her bra
beneath.
Shortly after, Samantha, Caroline and Lois all lost
their sweatshirts, all were wearing T-shirts. Caroline
and Samantha both had on blue T's, Lois's was black.
Caroline was the first girl to lose a different piece
of clothing. Losing her last M&M to Marnie, she stood
and stepped out of her sweatpants, but the length of
her shirt prevented any view we may have had.
I was still a little uncomfortable with this situation.
Looking over at Kate, I saw she was paying rapt
attention to the activities going on inside the tent.
Checking her hand on my wrist, I notice that her grip
had loosened, and her fingers had started to move
slightly back and forth on the inside of my wrist.
Comforting myself with the thought that she was as
guilty as I, I returned my attention to the game.
During my musings, no one had lost any more clothing,
buy Marnie had acquired a small fortune in M&M's and
all the other girls were almost out. It was obvious
where the luck was so far tonight.
Sure enough, two hands later, both Bambi and Samantha
again found themselves out of candy. Bambi, as if
slightly embarrassed, stood and stepped out of her
sweats quickly, but I caught a flash of pink before her
T-shirt settled. To my surprise, Samantha didn't remove
her pants, but instead pulled off her T-shirt. Her
melon sized breasts were barely held in by a white
sports-style bra. The pressure on the bra material
forced it tightly over her nipples, making them stand
out prominently.
The tables turned for a few hands, and Marnie lost her
M+M hoard, as well as her sweatshirt and green T-shirt,
leaving her upper body covered by only a black sports
bra. The sight of her perfect tits clad only in that
bra made my mouth water.
Giving Marnie the required two M&Ms left Samantha empty
so after losing the next had, she too had to give up
her sweatpants. Underneath, she had on plain white
cotton panties, cut high on the side. Her legs were
spectacular.
I stole another glance at Kate, whose hand was now
running up and down the entire length of my arm. Her
attention was still firmly focused on the inside of the
tent, so I decided to take advantage of this and moved
a little closer to her, so that we were almost
touching.
When I turned my attention back to the tent, Lois had
lost her sweat pants and Caroline had just run out of
M&M's. Getting to her knees, she lifted her t-shirt
over her head and tossed it into the corner. As she
shook out her hair, her adolescent breasts shimmied
under a white lacy bra.
Lois interrupted the game. "I have another idea. Let's
change the rules. First, if anyone loses a piece of
clothing, the person with the winning hand gets to
remove it. AND if the winning hand is a straight flush
or better, the winner gets to remove one piece of
clothing from everyone!" All the girls looked at each
other, and agreed. The cards were dealt again.
This time, as the cards were dealt, there was a greater
level of tension in the tent. It took a few hands
before anything happened, but finally Marnie tossed
down her cards. "Damn, not one M+M." Who won?
Bambi smiled as she held up her hand with three Aces
and motioned Marnie to stand. Kneeling in front of the
standing teen, Bambi hooked her thumbs into the
waistband of Marnie's sweatpants. With a yank, she
jerked them down to the ankles. Marnie was wearing
light blue bikini panties, through which her black
pubic hair was faintly visible before she quickly sat
back down.
Candy traded positions for another few hands until
Bambi found herself on the short end of the sugar, as
it were. This time, Caroline had the winning hand, a
full house. Bambi stood up as Caroline came over to
her. With an impish grin on her lips, Caroline grasped
the bottom of Bambi's T-shirt and slowly raised it
towards Bambi's head. Bambi gave a visible shudder as
the hem of the shirt crossed the front of her breasts,
silhouetted nicely in profile, contained in an emerald
green silk bra. Caroline pulled the T-shift off and
added it to the pile in the corner.
It finally penetrated my stunned consciousness that it
had grown dark outside. Fully committed now, I nudged
Kate and motioned that we should move closer to the
window so we could get an even better view. Quickly, we
picked up the log stumps we had been sitting on and
slid em closer to the tent. When we put them down, the
logs were closer together and I felt her hand reach
behind me and start scratching my back. It was a little
chilly, so I put my hand around her and pulled her a
bit closer too.
No one had lost any clothing while we were resettling,
and a hand was just ending. Samantha smiled as she
displayed three kings, and pointed to Lois as she
started to scoop up the candy pile.. Before she could
move, Caroline said "Hold It!" and flipped her cards
into the center of the table. There was a collective
"Oh Damn!." Straight flush, 9-5 in hearts.
Smiling broadly, Caroline lined the girls up,
thankfully on the opposite side of the tent facing us.
She took a second to decide who was first, but finally
motioned Bambi forward. "Alphabetical order always
works..."
Caroline turned Brandi sideways giving us an excellent
profile view. Stepping around the slightly trembling
Bambi, she reached up and undid the clasp on the back
of the emerald green bra, easing it around to the
front, and up. I couldn't tell for sure, but it looked
to me as if she had deliberately caused the material to
brush Bambi's nipples. As the bra fell away, Bambi's
breasts settled out, as her nipples hardened in the
cool air. Perhaps being merciful, Caroline told Bambi
to sit down.
Lois' turn. Tentatively, she stepped to where Brandi
had just vacated. Smiling even more broadly, Caroline
stepped to Lois' front and tugged her T-shirt up. As
the hem slipped past the underside of her breasts, it
was clear that Lois was not wearing a bra. This time I
was sure. As Caroline raised the T-shirt, she
definitely pushed the material tight against the front
of Lois' tits. Lois swayed slightly as the T-shirt
cleared her head and flew into the corner. The loss of
her T-shirt also revealed pale blue bikini bottoms,
covering that ass. God what an ass, even better than I
imagined. Lori stood for a moment, then sat too.
I was monetarily distracted by pressure on my right
leg. I looked down, and saw that Kate had put her free
hand on my thigh and was kneading up and down gently. I
wasted no time in doing the same with my free hand. I
didn't want to miss the show, so I quickly looked back
into the tent.
Marnie had taken over the spot just vacated by Lori. I
felt my manhood rise inside my sweats as I thought of
those delicious breasts soon to be freed from their
confinement.
Caroline stepped behind Marnie and ran her fingers up
Marnie's sides, causing her to jump slightly. Reaching
the bottom of Marnie's bra, she grasped the front and
rear and lifted quickly, leaving Marnie's breasts
bouncing slightly as they snapped free. My dick sprang
to full attention, and I worried for a second about
Kate's hand which was inching ever closer with each
stroke, as mine travelled further up the leg of her
sweats.
Alas, my view of Marnie's pear shaped breasts was all
to short as she sat and covered them with crossed arms.
Meanwhile, Caroline had brought Samantha over. Due to
the size of Samantha's tits, Caroline had some
difficulty removing her bra, but finally worked it
free. Once released, they settled into place, as her
nipples joined the rest poking out into the cold air..
She rejoined the other seated players.
All the girls silently looked at one another, as if to
say "Now what!?" Marnie broke the silence. "How about
once last hand. Winner take all, the others have to do
WHATEVER she says for the rest of the night..."
Everyone glanced at her neighbors, uncertainly, then
nodded. Engrossed in the unfolding events, I jumped as
Kate's hand made contact with the lump in my pants,
which had begun to subside only slightly. Embarrassed,
I quickly looked in her direction, but she just smiled,
and turned back to the tent window. Her fingers
continued their stroking, not changing their location.
One good turn deserved another, so I inched my fingers
closer to her crotch. Her legs parted slightly. From
her back, I moved my other hand to her side, lightly
scratching her ribs and the sides of her breasts
through her clothing.
The girls had dealt out their last hand and were
looking at their cards. All of them took 2 or 3 cards,
so there was no clear winner.
No one wanted to be the first to show their hand, so
there was a long pause until Samantha, with a muttered
"Damn!" put her cards on the mattresses...face up. Pair
of 2s. She looked up.
Caroline - Three of a kind in 3s.
Lori - Two Pair, Queens and 4s.
Marnie - Three of a Kind in 5s.
Everyone looked at Bambi, who laid out her cards. Ace
high. As one, they all turned to Marnie who broke into
a big smile. "Showtime!".
Marnie looked around at her fellow campers, vaguely
reminding me of the way one might choose meat in a
butcher shop. You could almost sense the gears turning
in her head as she considered her options. Finally, she
pointed to Caroline, still clad in a bra and briefs,
she said "Well, you still seem to be a bit overdressed.
We need to fix that. Who wants to volunteer?"
Possibly hoping to get whatever Marnie had in mind over
sooner, Bambi raised her hand slowly. Marnie directed
Lois and Samantha to move out of the way, and
positioned two mattresses together on the center of the
floor.
Settling herself against the side of the tent, she
directed Caroline to lie on her back in the center of
the mattresses, and told Bambi to get two T-shirts from
the discarded clothing pile and come over to her. With
one T-shirt, Marnie blindfolded the kneeling teen, then
tied her hands together with the remaining shirt, so
that the palms faced each other. The bound teen was
then directed to kneel at Caroline's side, so that her
knees were touching Caroline's ribs.
"Bambi, I want you to remove Caroline's bra and
panties. You can only use your hands as is." Bambi
lowered her bound hands in search of Caroline's bra.
Unable to see, she landed them on Caroline's
midsection, causing a small gasp. Caroline started to
speak, but a look from Marnie, with her finger over her
lips, cautioned her to silence.
As she explored with her fingers, trying to orient
herself on Caroline's body, the tickling motion made
the reclining teen squirm. Finally, Bambi's questing
fingers found the material of Caroline's bra, and from
there quickly guided themselves to the clasp in the
center. It took only a moment for the bra to spring
open, revealing breasts topped by brown aureole. While
removing the bra, Bambi's hands, clumsy because of the
bonds, scraped the surface of each breast, causing
their nipples, and Caroline, to rise in arousal.
Caroline raised her body, and the bra was slipped off.
In the silence, all the girls could be heard to be
breathing a little heavier.
The bra removed, Bambi trailed her fingers down
Caroline's body, eliciting small tremors until she
reached the waistband of the pale yellow panties. With
her hands tied, Bambi could not reach both sides of the
undergarment, so was forced to pull the garment down
from the front. As she did so, she revealed Caroline's
light brown pussy hair, and her hands brushed
Caroline's mound, causing the teen to moan. Once that
was passed, the panties were quickly removed off
Caroline's leg. Marnie stood, untied Bambi and sent
them back with the other two.
As Marnie planned her next actions, the lull in
activity allowed the girls in the tent to relax
slightly, and my attention to return to my own body.
Kate's hand had not stopped, and the tip of my dick was
threatening to poke out of the top of my jeans. I had
not been idle, and noticed a slight dampness where my
finger had been making circular motions between Kate's
legs. I decided to up the tempo a bit, but before I
could, my attention was drawn back to the interior of
the tent.
Marnie now had Lois standing at attention in the center
of the mattresses and was giving her instructions. "No
matter what happens you can't move or make a sound. If
you do, you will have to go outside, dressed just like
this. Understand?" Lois swallowed once, and nodded.
Idly, I wondered why no one had "chickened out" but
attributed it to the female version of male pride.
Leaving Lois standing, Marnie went over to Samantha and
whispered a set of instructions into her ear.
Samantha's expression rapidly changed from curiosity,
to amazement, to downright shock, to a broad smile.
Lois just looked more nervous.
Instructions completed, Marnie moved back to her
previous seat to watch as Samantha rose and stepped
towards a trembling Lois. As she got closer, Samantha
picked up one of the discarded T-shirts, then stepped
behind Lois, blindfolded her, and stepped behind her.
Reaching forward, Samantha slowly scraped her nails
down Lois' back. The blonde trembled slightly, but did
not move. After a few seconds of this, it was obvious
Lois was not giving in, so Samantha tried a little
harder. Stepping forward she pressed the tips of her
breasts into Lois' back and reached around. While
moving her breasts gently against the blonde's back,
Samantha took each of Lois' nipples between a finger
and thumb and kneaded them gently. Lois' nipples sprang
to attention and she swayed slightly, but still did not
move or utter a sound.
Samantha kept trying for a moment or two longer, but
unable to evoke a response from Lois, played what would
be her last card. Removing one hand from Lois' breasts,
Samantha moved it down and slipped it under the
waistband of Lois' pale blue panties. Through the
material, I could see her finger massage the front of
Lois' womanhood, then slip inside!
The muscles stood out on Lois' neck from the effort she
was making to keep still and silent. Just when it
looked like she was going to lose the battle, Marnie
called out, "Time!" and Samantha stopped and stepped
away. "Lois, I told Samantha that if she was able to
make you move in five minutes or less, after you came
back in, she could do whatever she wanted with you for
the rest of the night. Since she didn't, I suppose it
is only fair if you get to do whatever you want with
HER for the rest of the night..." Lois turned and
looked at Samantha. I couldn't see her expression, but
Samantha's face went red, then pale. Marnie told the
two of them to sit, and wait till she was done.
As Marnie pondered her next move, I made mine. Altering
the motion of my hand, I started circling a larger
area, finally reaching the elastic of Kate's sweats.
With each arc, I caught the top of the material and
tugged slightly, causing the waistband to slide a
little lower. After a few rotations, I could feel the
silky material of her panties, or whatever she was
wearing. Another few motions, and over an inch was
revealed. Kate noticed my actions, and removing her
hand from my back, lifted her hips off the seat.
Accepting the offered invitation, I grasped the sides
of her sweatpants with both hands and pulled them down,
leaving them to pool around her ankles. Both of my
hands went back to their earlier positions, this time
with less material between myself and her, as I also
slipped my hands under the back of her shirt.
I felt her hands fumbling with the button on my jeans.
After a moment, the button popped open, and I heard and
felt my zipper pop open, along with a cool gust of air
on my overheated privates. I was able to lift my hips
without using my hands, and soon my pants were in the
same position as hers.
With one hand, she returned to stroking my dick through
my underwear, paying special attention to the tip, now
poking above the waistband of my jockeys, slowly oozing
fluid. Pausing, she took a drop of the fluid on the tip
of her finger and raised it to her mouth, where she
sucked for a second before placing her hand back. Not
to be outdone, I rubbed my finger across the wetness
that had developed on her panties and raised it to my
lips. Her juices tasted mildly sharp, with a wonderful
musky aroma.
Having gotten so caught up in our own activities, we
lost track of what was happening inside the tent. A low
moan caused us to turn back, and we both immediately
locked into rapt attention. While we were playing, the
girls had apparently thrown caution, and modesty, to
the winds.
Marnie was still sitting against the wall across from
us, but now her legs were spread, panties hanging off
her right ankle. In front of her, Bambi was lying on
her stomach, her head buried in Marnie's crotch. Though
we couldn't see any actual contact, Bambi's motions and
Marnie's expression left NO doubt as to what was
actually going on.
It didn't take long for Marnie to start spasming. Her
legs jerked and breasts heaved as Bambi's head motions
increased their speed. Finally, Marnie screamed and
collapsed back against the wall of the tent, limp as a
rag doll. We looked for the other girls.
Lois had gotten her revenge alright. Using clothing,
Lois and Caroline had tied Samantha to the floor slats
of the tent, spread eagled on a mattress. Poor Samantha
couldn't move. The other two were tormenting her,
placing kisses and touches on all parts. As I watched,
Lois took a finger, and wetting it in her mouth,
inserted just the tip into Samantha's pussy mound,
making her squirm wildly. Meanwhile, Caroline started
to give Samantha's massive tits a tongue bath, spending
a particular amount of time switching from one nipple
to the other. Each time it appeared Samantha was close
to orgasm, the other two stopped their ministrations as
Samantha begged for release. Finally, being merciful, I
guess, Lois and Brandi resumed their assault. This
time, they didn't stop. Lois inserted first one, then
two, then finally three fingers into Samantha's
dripping box and plunged them in and out. After only a
few seconds, Samantha uttered a guttural moan as a
small stream of fluid gushed out over Lois' fingers,
where they were quickly licked off by Caroline. As
Samantha's body relaxed, Lois and Caroline rolled out
of view together, but both started making it clear what
they were doing by moaning loudly.
Meanwhile, Marnie had recovered and was returning
Bambi's oral favors. Marnie was lying on the floor, on
her back, and Bambi squatted above her mouth, facing
us. From our vantage point, we could see Marnie's
tongue as it plunged in and out of the blonde's pussy.
Bambi's eyes were screwed shut, and her breasts bobbed
in time to Marnie's head movements. Marnie's tongue
flicked rapidly over Bambi's now extruded clit, and
this proved too much for the tall teen as she crashed
her body down on Marnie's face, grunting wildly, then
collapsed forward. Simultaneously, two low moans from
under the window let us know that Caroline and Lois had
also found release.
Listening to the heavy breathing of the exhausted
girls, we noticed that we had both stopped our
activities. Before we could continue, however, we heard
the sounds of returning buses and quickly scrambled
back into our clothes. The girls inside the tent heard
too and roused themselves to untie Samantha and get
dressed. By the time the moviegoers had disembarked, we
were back at our table, having gone to the tent to
summon out the girls.
Traci and Jackie came by to relive us and pick up our
five campers, asking us how the night had gone. "Fine,"
I replied, "didn't hear a peep out of them. Marnie
looked at us curiously, and when Jackie and Traci were
both turned away, we both winked at the camper then
turned away, leaving her to ponder what we knew.
After all that had occurred though, perhaps the best
part was, as we were leaving, Kate whispered to me
"sorry we got interrupted. I'll make it up to you!" I
felt her hand grab and squeeze mine briefly as we
separated.
Grinning broadly, I returned to my cabin to 'relieve my
tension' and get a good nights sleep. Suddenly I had a
lot to look forward to.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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