From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Boy Scout, Girl Guide (MF, mast, oral)
Date: 6 Feb 1996 23:35:29 GMT

			Boy Scout, Girl Guide!

	Jillian is the kind of woman you would think of if you were
trying to place a face to your typical `girl next door'.

	She has a very pretty face, deep blue eyes and alabaster skin.
She always has a polite smile, and she smiles often, but she gives the
impression of a very reserved woman. A member of the church choir,
school librarian, and most important to me, a scout leader.

	We live in a remote neck of the woods, so I understand why
this lovely woman would dress so conservatively. Small towns, small
minds they say, and I think that Jillian was more afraid of local
gossip then she was of losing her job.

	I moved out here from the big city about two years ago when my
reputation as a writer allowed me the freedom to become `eccentric' as
my colleagues have often said. I enjoy the small town atmosphere to
the constant hustle of the big city, and enjoy a freer association
with nature.

	I might never have met Jillian, since I don't venture into the
town itself very often. Most of my needs such as groceries are
obtained during my once a week necessary return to the big city. Nine
months ago however, I spotted an ad in the local paper that asked for
volunteers for Boy Scout leaders. Being I had the time to spare, I
figured why not. I had been fortunate enough to have had the enjoyment
of some scouting activities when I was younger, and I felt I owed the
scouting movement something.

	I volunteered, and truly enjoyed the youthful innocence of
kids that hadn't yet been tarnished by the real world. It was six
weeks later that I met Jillian.

	The scout master had asked all of the volunteers to stay after
the once a week gathering for the monthly meeting. We sat and drank
coffee for about an hour waiting for the leaders of the different
groups to show up. Jillian walked into the room dressed completely in
her leader's outfit. They do have some silly rules about dress code
and conduct in the scouting organization. All of our buttons had to be
done right up all the time, and the ties have to be tied just so.

	Looking at Jillian, you wouldn't think that she was a sexy
woman. The uniform did a good job of hiding any potential that she
might have, but I couldn't help but feel that Jillian radiated
sexuality. Her light brown hair was carefully braided and tucked back
under her cap, so I couldn't tell how long it was, but her neck looked
good enough to make me feel like a vampire. Her full red lips, even
without lipstick, looked so inviting that I wanted plant mine on hers!

	After we had been all formally introduced, I found myself
staring at this lovely creature more and more. She didn't look old
enough or cold enough to be a librarian. But I had heard that Jillian
had just turned twenty-six. Old enough to know how to do it better,
and young enough to want to do it right!

	Throughout the meeting she had been shyly returning my smiles.
I wondered through that first meeting if she would have smiled had she
known that I was thinking about screwing her.

	The meeting ended with all of the usual crap about budgets and
things like that, and a request for volunteers to accompany some
senior scouts to a week long camp-out.

	Nobody was volunteering, and Jack, the scout master, said that
if we couldn't find the time to let these scouts earn this particular
badge, that they would not be able to attend the international scout
convention to be held later in Canada this year. Since I earn my
living as a writer, I felt that I deserved a little time off, so I put
up my hand and said that I would go. Jack reminded everybody of the
rules though: Two leaders had to be within walking distance of the
scout's camp in case anything went wrong. Finally when it seemed that
no one else would volunteer, Jillian asked if there were both mens and
women's accommodations at the site. Jack assured her that there was,
and Jillian said that if no-one else could find the time, that she
would take a week off from work.

	After the meeting broke up, I asked Jack to tell me more about
Jillian.

	"Don't go getting your hopes up Michael," he said. "Jillian
isn't one of your big city good time girls. She grew up in this town
and after she finished college in the big city came back here to
live."

	Over the next few days I did a bit of research on my own, and
found out that Jillian had once been engaged to be married but the
boyfriend had backed out at the last moment. She had not dated since,
and lived with her parents in town. Wow, I thought, two years without
a date. She must have been really upset over the boyfriend!

	Myself, I hadn't dated since my divorce three years ago.
Considering the screwing my ex-wife's lawyer had given me, I was
content to stroke my own shaft, and not to have to pay the piper. But
what I did was my own decision. I was nearly thirty-two and had a
number of good years in the sack. I was positive that Jillian had to
be prude with a pussy that wouldn't melt ice.

	Over the course of the next few weeks I had occasion to meet
and talk with Jillian as we discussed the upcoming week of isolation
in the remote scout camp. We talked over coffee at the local
restaurant, and even though we were away from the rules of the scout
hall, she still dressed very conservatively. She told me that the
swimming was good at the camp for the leaders, since there was an
indoor pool and a recreation hall. She had heard from another scout
leader that whenever one of these week long affairs took place,
leaders in nearby towns fought for an opportunity to go since it was
more like a holiday then babysitting.

				* * *

	The long anticipated week finally arrived, and we loaded up
the van with our supplies and the scouts and started on the three hour
drive that would take us to the camp. We knew the camp would be
deserted, and it had a big locked gate that prevented trespassers from
entering. After locking the gate behind us and dropping the scouts off
in the northern corner, we drove down to where the leaders cabins
were.

	Jillian hadn't spoken much on the drive, and I anticipated a
nice quiet relaxing week. I unlocked Jillian's cabin and helped her
unload her gear. I then headed for the men's quarters and started to
unload mine.

	It was about six o'clock, and I was starting to get a little
bored. I hadn't thought that I would feel so isolated, and I hadn't
thought to bring a portable television either. I was on my way to the
recreation hall to see what they had there, when I realized that
Jillian and I hadn't made any sort of plans regarding meals.

	I headed for her cabin to ask her if she had any preferences,
when I heard a high pitched buzzing. I was only about ten feet from
her cabin, but that is one sound that once you hear it you never
forget. What I was hearing was the high pitched whine of a vibrator!

	I crept around the cabin hoping to find a window that I could
peek through, and was really disappointed when I didn't find one. I
didn't want to interrupt Jillian's self pleasure, so I sat down to
wait. I could hear her groan and moan, and after another minute the
vibrator shut off. I then knocked on her door. "Just a minute Mike"
she said. When she opened the door I was stunned with the change in
her appearance. She had let her hair down, and it hung in waves over
her shoulders. Her normally pale face was flushed, and the tiniest
drops of perspiration glistened on her upper lip. Her usually
starched scout shirt was undone nearly to her navel, and it was
obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra. Jillian had also discarded her
pants for a pair of cut-off blue jean shorts and I couldn't help but
admire those beautiful legs.

	"How long have been standing here Mike?" she asked.

	"Long enough," I replied. I thought that she would be
embarrassed or something but she took it rather calmly and invited me
in. There was a bottle of wine on the table and she offered me a
glass. As I took the glass from her hand she started to explain.

	"You have to understand Mike," she said, "I really miss my big
vibrator when I'm at home, but since it makes so much noise I have to
resort to using only my fingers."

	I knew that the question of using a cock might offend her, so
I just said that I understood the need for pleasure. She was sitting
cross legged on the bunk talking to me when I noticed that I could see
several pussy hairs sticking out from the sides of her shorts. She
must have noticed me staring because all at once she said, "Oops, I
was in such a hurry to open the door that I forgot to put my panties
back on". She then changed how she was sitting on the bed. Now she had
both legs under her, and was sort of leaning on one arm. This only
worsened my growing predicament! Now I could see all of one big
beautiful! breast behind her half opened shirt. Big, firm and meaty,
and capped off with a caramel colored nipple about the size of a
cherry. My condition was going to reach critical soon!

	"Look Jill," I said, "either you're going to have to get
dressed properly or else I'm going to have to jack-off. I'm trying to
behave like a gentleman, but damn it there isn't any way that you can
position yourself without showing me something, and I have my needs
too, my balls are starting to ache!"

	"Well," she said, "why don't you? I like to watch a man
masturbate, and I haven't had the opportunity to see that in an awful
long time!"

	I was about to say no, when she moved over on the bed, undid
her shorts and slipped one of her hands inside. She motioned for me to
sit at the other side of the bunk. I told her that I would jack-off
for her if she would use the vibrator on herself at the same time.

	Her face turned a bit crimson, and she bit her lower lip as
she thought about my proposition. Jill made her mind up quickly, stood
up and discarded the shorts and reached under the bed and brought out
a monstrous electric vibrator. With my eyes glued to her glistening
cunt, I undid my own jeans and fished my big cock out for her to see.

	I started to stroke my own shaft standing by the side of the
bed, as she turned the vibrator on and started to slide it back and
forth across her clit. Her pink lower lips were spread wide for me to
see as she held them open with her free hand to allow the vibrator
easier access to her love button. Jill's eyes were locked on my cock
as I pulled the foreskin back and forth over my swollen cock head. A
drop of pre-cum had formed on the tip of my cock and I could feel the
impending explosion starting to build. I slowed down the pace of my
stroking so as to enjoy the climax more. With my free hand I gripped
the shaft of my cock building up an even bigger head of steam. My eyes
were having difficulty focusing now as I reached my moment of truth! I
saw Jill's legs contract as she moaned with her own climax, and that
moan did it for me also! My cum went flying through the air as my
balls burst forth with their torrent of hot cream. My knees were
shaky, and my body was quivering with the aftermath of a really good
climax. I could see Jill squirming on the bed in her own juices. Her
dark curly pubic bush looked like it had been caught in a rain storm,
and the vibrator was slick with her honey!

	I collapsed on the end of the bed. When I had sufficiently
regained my composure, I lit a cigarette, had a sip of wine, and
figuring I had nothing to loose, I asked her about her ex-fiance.

	"Oh him," she said, "he would never go down on me, saying he
didn't like the taste of pussy. I wouldn't leave it be, and told him
if we got married I would expect it regularly.

	"That's why he split, and if you've noticed there aren't a lot
of guys in town who are worth a second glance, and especially ones
who look like they'd like to munch down on my cunt!"

	I didn't say a word, I didn't need to. I just picked up her
vibrator and started to lick her nectar of the end.

	"Oh Mikey," she said spreading her legs, "Go ahead and make my
day!"

			       The End