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Does anyone have any of the missing parts of this classic story? Please
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Girl Scout Camp Adventures
By NetWanderer (netwanderer@juno.com)
Disclaimer: 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.
Comments: CONSTRUCTIVE criticism, comments, etc. are appreciated.
Flames, etc. will be ignored.
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 place, but recently I've found myself
moving from camp to camp, finding positions where available.
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 beside 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 rugrats, 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
"seeya-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
(6-8,9-10,1112, 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
auditorium, 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 her
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 straightforward 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
backs, 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 Chapter 3 - 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 that left
her middle bare, and some jeans that 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. 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 areolae 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
cause 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, 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.
END INTERLUDE
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 OF COURSE 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 wallboards 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 showerheads, 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 laying 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 6'2", 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 sports 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 girls white cotton underpants. There was no nametag
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 Aaahs" "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 stronger, 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, cause it felt sooooo good."
"I musta scared him, cause 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
evening's 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 yerself." 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 duelling 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
areolae. 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. Her 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 " 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.
END interlude (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. Day 3.
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
Tshirt. 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 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 traveled down to between her legs, where I could just see the outer
lips of her 10year-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 areolae.
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
"Pocohantas" 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 nipples
stood out fully an inch from her tits, almost vibrating from the liquid's
motion. Along with the running water, my gaze traveled 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 tiedying
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 Tshirts 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 nap 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 coupla hour's shuteye 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 naturel" 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 than 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 is 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 footsteps
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 yes.....".
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, 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 tho, 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 shoehorn. 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
'TieDye' 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, it's 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 was 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 that displayed the cleavage
between her pert breasts. A zipper traveled 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
sleepwear 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 AfricanAmerican
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 I 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 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 Junior's 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 waken 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 I 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 a counselor to keep me company (darn), she went
off to inform our 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 lie. 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", 110 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. "Lets 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 surprisingly 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' 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 was, 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&Ms 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 hand, 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 that was inching ever closer
with each stroke, as mine traveled further up the leg of her sweats.
Alas, my view of Marnie's pear shaped breasts was all too 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
lay 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
areolae. 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 legs. 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 all right. 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 vantagepoint, 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.
Chapter 10 - Be Prepared.....
I awoke Sunday morning in great spirits. They lasted about an hour.
Before I could even get breakfast, I was cornered by Traci. "There's been
a small change in plans," she said. I waited for the other shoe to drop.
"The Boy Scouts are coming tomorrow instead of next week. I've already
told the girls." Before I could interrupt, she continued, "I know, I know,
but they called me this morning. Something about a camporee. It was
either this or cancel..." She looked at me helplessly and I sighed. We
both knew the girls would kill us if we canceled.
To fill you in, there was a Boy Scout summer camp, like our own, not too
far away, Twice each season, the camps got together, once at our facility,
once at theirs. The kids all signed up for joint activities, we had
outdoor picnic meals, and a co-ed dance at night.
We had been doing this for over five years, so the systems were pretty
much in place, but now we had less than one day to set it all up. Not
good. Still, there was no helping it. I snagged a Danish and headed to the
office. It was going to be a long day.
I didn't stop until almost 9:30 P.M., when I finally grabbed dinner.
Everything completed, finally, I tottered off to my cabin and collapsed.
Monday.
The sun and I both arose about the same time on Monday. Bleary eyed, I
checked the entire camp, making sure everything was in place for the day. I
finished my rounds just as cleanup ended and the buses from the boys camp
started to arrive. So much for breakfast, again.
We actually managed to get all the kids to their activities with a
minimum of problems. After two periods and lunch, I actually thought we
had pulled it off without a hitch, as I went to check the archery range.
Hitch time. When I got to the range there was no one there. I checked
my clipboard. Eight kids, four from each camp, and two counselors were
supposed to have been there.
I had been warned that this might happen. Sometimes the kids blew off
an activity if they could get the counselors to go along, but I had to make
sure everything was OK.
I walk quietly. So, when I noticed a movement down range, since I
didn't really want to disturb the kids if nothing was wrong. I peered
around one of the archery targets. All eight kids were seated in a circle,
but there was not sign of the two counselors. The kids were talking, but
before I made my presence known, my ears caught something, and I stopped to
listen.
One boy was speaking. "They promised to leave us alone for the whole
two hours if we didn't say where they went." I had an idea where that was.
A girl answered, "Cool. A whole two hours. Are we gonna play?"
Play? I knew I should stop whatever was going to happen, but my mind
kept flashing back to two nights before, and the "card game." "Besides," I
rationalized to myself, "I'll stay here, just in case anything goes wrong."
Looking around, I settled into a position behind a target and some hay
bales. I could see under the target, giving me a clear view of the kids,
but unless they looked directly at the hole, there was no way they could
see me. The piled hay bales also hid me from the sight of anyone else
entering the range.
Once settled, I took stock of the eight campers, who by the sound of
things were going to play a game of truth or dare. I didn't know any of
the boys involved, of course, and was not too familiar with the girls that
were here, but thankfully, everyone was wearing name tags so it made them
easy to identify.
Directly in front of me was a male, wearing denim shorts, and a black
Tshirt with a plain back. He had blond hair, but that was all I could see.
To his left was a girl. From her size, I'd guess she was 13 or so. She
had long light brown hair, drawn up in a ponytail with one of those
scrunchy things. She was wearing a white tee with a plain back and black
shorts. I couldn't see her face either.
Net to her was a boy, obviously big for his age. In profile, I could
see he still had freckles to match his red hair. He was also 13 or 14 (all
the kids were, I think, except for MaryBeth, who was an older 12), and was
wearing a bright orange tank top, beige shorts, sneakers, and white socks.
Seated to the left of him was a thin blond girl, with a nametag that
read Jane. Jane had on a one-piece floral print bathing suit, with running
shorts, socks, and shoes.
Her left hand rested next to a boy, whose nametag read "Hank." Hank
looked almost exactly like Macaluay (sp?) Culkin would, if he had black
hair. He had an army green T-shirt and short combo with the boys' camp
logo on them, and hiking boots.
Next to him was MaryBeth, I suppose the junior of the group. She was
only about 4'7" or so, maybe 90 lbs. tops, including long brunette hair. A
loose blue tank top prevented me from determining the state of her chest
development, while also partially covering yellow shorts. She had sandals
on.
I could only see the last guy at an angle, but I caught a look at his
name tag, which said "Barry" as he turned. Barry was slightly overweight,
with light brown hair, and was wearing a blue t-shirt and dark green
shorts. Of the bunch, he looked the most uncomfortable.
Finally, there was one last girl. I couldn't see her nametag, but she
was wearing denim overalls on top of a yellow T-shirt. Her brown hair was
cut short.
While I was looking the campers over, they had set up the rules of the
game. One camper would ask another to select "truth" or "dare." If truth,
the camper being asked had to answer one question honestly. If dare, he or
she had to do whatever the asker said. The only way out of the dare was if
4 of the remaining 7 kids agreed it was too much.
The other rules were: first, if a player's dare involved another camper,
the one who was not being dared could refuse and the dare was over.
Second, if a person got caught bluffing on a truth question, he or she
would have to do two dares made up by the whole group. Third, no one could
pick the person who had just dared them.
The campers "shot it out" to see who went first, and the blond boy with
his back to me was the winner. The game began.
The as-yet-unidentified teen looked around for a second, then chose.
"Chelli. Truth or dare?" The answer came form the girl to his left, in the
white tee. "Truth."
"How far have you ever gone with a boy?"
I couldn't see Chelli's face, but I could almost hear her blush as she
replied, "third base." The blond started to ask more, but Chelli stopped
him, "Only one question. My turn. Hank, truth or dare?."
Hank started to respond, then seemed to change his mind. "Dare." Chelli
had one ready. "Pick any girl here. She gets to kiss you anywhere she
wants." Hank immediately chose MaryBeth who leaned over and gave him a
quick peck on the cheek. Hank looked a bit disappointed.
Hank selected Jane as his choice, she also chose dare. It took Hank a
quick moment to come up with one. "You have to kiss one boy on the mouth."
Jane just leaned over to the redhead next to her, who turned to face her.
They quickly kissed and released, but it was obvious it was not the first
time for any of them.
The game went on for a few turns. Nothing of significance happened,
just some kissing and admissions as to what each person had and had not
done. Turns out all of them were virgins, but most had some experience.
Barry was the least experienced, having admitted shyly that he had only
kissed a girl, and from what I could figure out from the terms used, Jane
was the most experienced. I also learned the names of the other campers.
Dan was the blond with his back to me, Alan was on the other side of
Chelli. Tammy was wearing the denim overalls.
Things started to get a little more interesting as Alan selected
MaryBeth to go next. I knew MaryBeth was only 12, and that made her the
youngest, so I kind of expected the others to go easier on her. Wrong.
She chose a dare.
Alan grinned as he told her what to do. She had to pick one boy and let
him feel any part of her body he wanted for thirty seconds. I expected her
to be concerned, but she just pointed at Barry, perhaps expecting him to
refuse and let her off the hook. He didn't.
Hesitantly, Barry reached over and placed his right hand on her left
breast. With her shirt being loose, it was hard to tell what he had a hold
of, but there was definitely something there. His hand massaged her chest,
surprisingly gently, and MaryBeth closed her eyes. Alan called time and
Barry yanked his hand back.
After MaryBeth regained her composure a moment later, she looked around
with a glint in her eye. I think it was obvious to everyone that things
had moved to the next level. MaryBeth picked Barry.
I half expected him to pick truth again, but he seemed to have lost some
of his reservations. Dare. MaryBeth said, "It's only fair. You can pick
any other girl and she can feel you anywhere she wants for one minute."
Barry started to look nervous again. A little shakily, he pointed at Jane.
Jane didn't seem to be put off. as she stood and walked over to Barry.
The angle restricted my view but I could see her hands stroke his chest,
then dropped lower. Barry jerked, and though I couldn't see, I could guess
what was happening. MaryBeth called time and Jane sat back down. Everyone
looked a little flustered and I thought things were really going to get
going now, though I was not sure how far.
Barry picked Tammy next, but before she went, she suggested the game be
changed to just "dare." Everyone agreed. Barry's dare was simple. "Take
off your overalls."
Everyone paused for a second, wondering if Tammy was going to challenge.
She didn't. Getting to her knees, she undid the buttons on the shoulder
straps of her overalls, letting them fall. She sat down and shucked them
off, folding them next to her. Her T-shirt was oversized so no one could
see what was underneath.
Tammy chose Dan, and dared him to let each of the other girls kiss him
once, anywhere they wanted. Dan nodded, and each girl took her turn.
Chelli went first and kissed him hard on the lips, as did Jane. MaryBeth
crawled over to him, and planted a hard, wet kiss on his neck. I was
beginning to suspect that despite her young age, MaryBeth might be one of
the most experienced girls there.
Dan had a wickedly creative mind. He selected Jane, and told her she
was to remove a different piece of clothing from each of the other players,
herself included. Again, I expected a possible challenge, but none came.
Jane went to Chelli first, and smiling, removed her hair crunchy. There
was a brief debate whether that counted as clothing, but it was finally
allowed.
From Alan, she took sneakers. She took off her own shorts, leaving
herself in just a bathing suit and footwear. Hank lost his socks. When
she got to MaryBeth, she realized her options were getting limited.
Quickly she took off MaryBeth's T-shirt, revealing a black bikini top.
MaryBeth's breasts were still developing, but filled out the bikini nicely.
When she got to Barry, she realized she had a problem, all the outer
pieces of clothing had been used. She finally appealed to the others, who
let her off the hook by taking Barry and Tammy's footwear.
She sat down, looking vaguely relieved, and told Alan to go next. She
was also creative. She told him that for every piece of clothing he took
off, he could tell one other girl to take one off too. Alan considered
this for a moment then pulled off his socks. He pointed to Tammy. She had
already lost her overalls and sandals, and so was forced to remove her
t-shirt. She stood up and quickly stripped it over her heard, then sat
right back down, slightly embarrassed. Her chest had not really started
developing yet, and she was wearing a light colored training bra, along
with plain white cotton briefs. I noticed several of the boys were making
themselves more comfortable.
Next, Alan pulled off his tank top, for which Chelli removed her
sandals. That was enough for him.
Alan picked MaryBeth. He dared her to pick any boy and let him feel
anything he wanted, for a minute, even under clothing. There was a
collective intake of breath, but no one complained as things were starting
to get really serious. She chose Dan.
Dan smiled, and walked on his knees over to MaryBeth, who closed her
eyes. Placing his hands on her black bikini top, he began to rub gently.
After only a few seconds, his hands slipped under the material, where you
could see his fingers move on the surface of her tits. MaryBeth moaned
slightly and started to sway a little before time was called. Everyone now
looked excited and flushed.
They all seemed to realize that time was passing, I suspect, because now
things really started to heat up.
MaryBeth dared Hank next.
Her dare was simple. "Strip." Hank stared at her, uncomprehending for a
moment. Here it comes, I thought, this is where it stops. Hank even
started to speak, but then changed his mind, I guess. Maybe he was
thinking about what could come next. He stood up and quickly removed his
T-shirt and shorts, hesitating as he found himself clad only in a pair of
white fruit of the looms. With a decisive jerk, they too fell, leaving him
exposed to the world. Let's just say puberty had hit. Both MaryBeth and
Jane had looks on their faces best described as 'hungry' while the others
had expressions that reflected mixed excitement, amusement, and shock.
Hank must have noticed, because he sat down, legs crossed, and picked
Jane next. Before he could even speak, Jane knew what he had in mind. She
just stood up and slipped off the straps of her suit, then pulled them down
past her shoulders. With a wiggle, the suit fell to the ground. Her
teenaged breasts shook out and settled into apple-sized globes, and
everyone could see a light covering of blond hair covering her pussy. She
quickly sat down, hands in lap, and picked Dan.
You should be able to guess what Dan had to do. I couldn't see his
attributes from my angle, but Tammy snickered slightly and he looked
awfully embarrassed, so I suspected puberty wasn't done with him yet. Dan
chose Tammy, but added a twist, this time he told her to pick another
camper to actually remove her clothing.
It took Tammy a minute to decide, but she finally settled on Alan, who
stepped up to, then behind her. From the back, I could see him fumble with
the clasp of her training bra, finally springing it free. As he removed
it, I had a wonderful view of her tiny mounds, which protruded no more than
" from her chest, with tiny bumps for nipples. Still behind her, he hooked
his hands into the waistband of her cotton panties and dragged them down. I
couldn't get a good view.
Barry started to smile a bit too widely, because Tammy noticed and
picked him next. To his credit, he quickly stood up and shucked his
clothing. When his underwear dropped there was a collective gasp, even
from me. The boy was huge. Even at 13 years of age, his cock stood at
attention and was at least 7" long and over 2" around. This reaction
embarrassed him more, and he dropped like a stone, hands in his lap.
Chelli was next, and she disrobed quickly, revealing grapefruit size
breasts and a v-shaped patch of hair over her cunt, which she obviously
kept trimmed.
Next to go was Alan. No instructions were necessary, as everyone knew
what to do by now. Alan apparently had not hit puberty yet, his dick was
only maybe 2" long when hard, but it was twitching madly. Everyone giggled
a bit at the sight, but he took it with good graces.
Finally, all eyes turned to the last one dressed, MaryBeth. She started
to stand, but Alan spoke up, "It's still my dare, isn't it? Instead of you
taking them off, you pick someone else to do each piece, and they get to
play with whatever they show for 30 seconds." MaryBeth looked almost eager
at the thought and wasted no time making her first choice.
She offered her sandaled left foot to Tammy, who unbuckled it and tossed
it aside. Holding the foot by the ankle, Tammy lightly stroked the
underside, causing MaryBeth to giggle. The other foot was offered to Jane,
who did the same thing. MaryBeth next presented her rear to Barry, who had
the honor of removing her shorts. His hands trembled with excitement as he
fumbled with the button in front, working it free finally. The shorts
dropped to her ankles as Barry rubbed his hands up and down her thighs,
from her knees to the bottoms of her black bikini. MaryBeth's knees
started to get a little wobbly before time was called.
Next, she stepped over to Hank and bent over slightly. He reached up
and behind her to untie the small strings that held her top on. As the top
fell into his lap, her tits sprang free. They were lovely, pear shaped,
with tiny pink nipples sticking out. Hank took each of the nipples in a
hand and rubbed gently. A little too hard at first, as MaryBeth grimaced,
but he soon got the idea and massaged them gently as MaryBeth moaned.
Thirty seconds passed all too quickly for both of them.
Alan looked at Dan, wondering who would get to remove her panties, and
expose the treasure beneath. MaryBeth surprised us all by turning to
Chelli, perhaps thinking this the safest way out. Chelli kneeled in front
of MaryBeth, giving me a wonderful view of her naked buttocks. Grasping
the sides of MaryBeth's black bottoms, she quickly slid them to the ground
and off. Only a small patch of fuzz was visible above MaryBeth's hairless
pussy. MaryBeth started to sit, but Chelli restrained her by placing her
palm directly on the front of the 12-year-old's cunt. MaryBeth let out a
low moan as Chelli rotated her palm, while everyone else's jaws dropped.
Chelli let her hand swirl for a moment longer before taking it away and
letting MaryBeth stumble back to her seat.
The was a long moment of silence as the eight now naked teens each
considered how much further they were willing to go. Finally, they
discussed it among themselves, and came up with another rule change. Each
person got to dare one other person to do ANYTHING. And once someone had
been dared they could not be dared again. Dan had come up with the idea,
so he got to go first, and they would go around the circle to the left.
Everyone seemed very nervous, perhaps worried about what was going to
happen, but the sound of a beeping watch reminded them that time was
limited, and no one was stopping now.
Dan took a deep breath, and then picked Jane. Taking another breath,
her dared her to "pick any other guy, and play with his thingie until it
squirts." Jane just shrugged, as if to say no problem. She looked over her
choices and settled next to the pre-pubescent Alan. While short, his 2"
phallus was standing out firmly, and was over an inch across. Leaning
over, she encircled the entire member with her fist and pumped gently. It
was obvious to me she had some practice. Alan, though, apparently had not,
for it was only a matter of a few strokes until his hips began to buck and
a thin white stream shot from between her fingers. Alan collapsed to the
ground with a grunt as Jane let go. Everyone was staring at the scene, as
if they could not believe it had actually happened.
Since Chelli was next in line, it was her pick. She looked like she had
something in mind for Alan, but he was still recovering, so she picked Hank
instead.
Hanks dare was to pick any girl he wanted, who could do what she wanted
to him for 3 minutes. Looking at Jane (and probably remembering what she
did to Alan), he finally set on Chelli. She protested briefly, but
everyone reminded her she hadn't said any OTHER girl, so....
Chelli stood up, walked over to him, and had him stand in front of her.
Leaning forward, she pulled him into a kiss. Their lips met, awkwardly at
first, but soon settled into a passionate lock. Each put a hand around the
other, pulling their bodies together. Chelli's free hand drifted downward
and gripped Hank's erect manhood, stroking slowly, but rapidly. His hand
started to drift to her crotch, but she broke the kiss long enough to tell
him to stop. His attention was soon distracted anyway, as her hand motions
started to produce the desired response. His inexperienced rod jerked
once, twice, three times, then his hips bucked and more cum joined Alan's
soaking into the ground, some if it landing on Chelli's leg.
They kissed for a moment longer before releasing each other. Hank
looked a bit dazed, but before he sat down he told MaryBeth she would go
next, once he got his breath back.
MaryBeth was getting a bit nervous while Hank took a minute to recover,
and that didn't change when she got her instructions. Her dare was
basically the same as Hank's, except she had to pick a guy, and she was not
allowed to join in. She swallowed a bit heavily, before motioning to Dan.
Dan motioned to her to lie in the center of the circle, on her back. As
everyone watched, I noticed that Jane had again begun to play with Alan's
restiffening dick, as he idly toyed with her nipples. Hank and Chelli were
also cuddled together and fondling all over each other, with Hank finally
allowed to run his fingers across Chelli's crotch, causing her to sigh each
time. Barry and Tammy had moved closer together also. Returning my gaze
to the center of the action, I saw that Dan was rapidly fluttering his
fingers around MaryBeth's breasts and stomach, causing her to undulate
slightly. Finally, he leaned over and pressed his lips to her left nipple,
causing her to jerk. As he sucked on her nipples, his hand wandered
between her legs, which parted as if by magic, revealing her naked
womanhood.
His finger began to move all around the 12-year-old's love hole, with no
particular skill but plenty of enthusiasm. Still, his random stroking
connected with her lips and clit often, sending the petite brunette into
spasms of ecstasy. As she settled down, I thought things were done, till I
noticed Dan curl one finger and insert the tip into her virgin hole. He
was a little too forceful and I heard a grunt of discomfort, which quickly
turned into a sigh as his finger began to work itself in and out of her
hole, up to his first knuckle. This time, when she came, the spasms were
so strong that she physically expelled Dan's finger from her cunt. As
things calmed down, Dan looked at his finger in amazement, as if he
couldn't believe what had just happened.
MaryBeth had just enough energy to lift her head weakly. She looked at
Tammy and Barry, and said to the brown haired female, "He's yours," before
her head dropped back. Tammy wasted no time. Reaching down, she grasped
Barry's monster in one hand and began to pump slowly. Her fingers could
not close around the massive muscle, but that didn't seem to bother Barry,
who, following Dan's example had attached his mouth to Tammy's tits.
This went on for a moment or two (longer than any of the other guys had
even lasted) until they broke apart. Tammy just smiled at Barry, who was
wearing a goofy grin, and said "I've always wanted to try this.." Before
Barry could even ask what she meant, her head dipped down and she took the
head of his throbbing cock into her mouth.
What Tammy lacked in practice, she made up in effort. As her lips moved
up and down on the top two inches of Barry's dick, I could see her cheeks
suck in. Barry's head lolled back, and his hands had clenched into fists.
All other activity had stopped to watch this, even MaryBeth and Dan, who
had by now resumed their mutual explorations, Dan's dick now firmly in
MaryBeth's hand.
Teen-age stamina aside, Barry was only human, and started to grunt
uncontrollably. Tammy realized what was about to happen and pulled her
face away, resuming her hand action. Barry spasmed once and a thick stream
of white fluid shot over a foot and a half into the air before landing on
the grounds. A small drop landed in Tammy's hair, and I wondered if she'd
notice before someone else did.
In the silence that followed, the faint sounds of approaching footsteps
could be heard from down the far trail. As the teens scrambled for
discarded clothing in a panic, you could see the frustration on their face
that they had not been able to finish. I knew how they felt as I adjusted
my shorts and slipped away. As I left, I saw the returning counselors
walking back, hand-in-hand. Yep, I was right.
Unfortunately, I still had many things to do that day, so I couldn't go
looking for any more illicit activity. As it was, Traci looked a little
annoyed at me by the time I finally made it back to the office. I covered
by apologizing for stopping to rest a bit, and taking an unscheduled nap. I
guess she bought it, but she assigned me to man the office for the rest of
the day, so she could get some rest. I was stuck there till dinnertime.
The picnic meals went fine. I even got to see Kate for a few minutes.
Our budding relationship was one of those "open secrets" that you get in
small communities, we never said anything, but everyone knew. Alas, we had
no time to ourselves, but she did promise to try to see me later that
night, if our schedules permitted.
After dinner, everyone started to get ready for the dance. It was my
job to chase away some of the girls who kept trying to find ways to peer
into the guest cabins the boys were using to shower and change (I had long
since past bought blinds for my own cabin windows). Only a few girls came
up the trail, and they quickly turned back when they saw me standing there.
The dance went well. I noticed with some amusement that the pairings
formed at the archery range that afternoon still seemed to be together.
During the dance itself, I had to stay outside the RecHall, so I didn't
really get a chance to join in. I had to make sure none of our couples
(staff or camper) decided to take a private stroll. Apparently, I was not
as successful as I thought I had been, as I found out much later.
(Author's Note: As before, I am including the text of the interview
below at this point for the sake of chronological order. The actual
interview came much later on, under circumstances that I can't describe for
fear of ruining later parts of the story. Also, I couldn't make a
recording, just notes, so I am not quoting Corin's responses verbatim,
hence you might find the phrasing rather strange, not what you would expect
from a girl her age.)
Corin was 11 years old at the time, I realized from looking at her file.
It's ironic too that I had noticed her that night. She had been wearing a
bright floral print dress that hung from straps on her shoulders down to
her knees, with white stockings and shoes. She was an early bloomer, I
could make out small mounds pushing out the top of her dress. Some boy was
asking her to dance, I guessed he was 12 or so (I found out later, he was
14). I remember thinking he was a lucky guy. Corin was a real cutie, with
red hair in a ponytail and a hint of freckles. She was on her school
gymnastics team, and so was firm and lithe, with almost no baby fat. I had
found her wandering into my fantasies once or twice after seeing her at the
water slide. Later that night, I looked for them again, but didn't see
them. I figured that they had found others to dance with, but I was
mistaken. Later, I found out what really happened.
(Begin insertion edited interview)
Me: So, where DID you two go that night?
Corin: Well, this older boy, Ralph (he said everyone called him Rolf,
like the muppets), asked me to dance. I guess he thought I was older or
something. We went out on the dance floor while some song was playing, I
think it was Janet Jackson. Anyway, we danced until the song ended. Then
a slow song came on, and I started to sit down, but he asked me if I wanted
to keep dancing. I had never slow-danced with a boy before, but I didn't
want him to know that, besides, me and a few of the girls had practiced
just in case.
M: So how did it go?
C: It was a little strange at first when he put his arms around me and
his hands on my back, but it felt kinda neat. I just put my hands the same
place he did his, and we kinda rocked in place.
M: So you liked it?
C: Well, I was a little scared at first, but I got used to it. The
first song ended, but the guy put on another slow one, so we stayed. I
noticed Pam, from my tent, you know the one who is so proud she already
wore a bra? Well, she was staring at me all jealous-like, so that felt
kinda good.
M: <nod>
C: So anyway, about halfway through the song, Ralph's hands started to
move around my back. I got a little scared again, but it still felt nice,
so I didn't do anything. His hands moved up and down my back, and noticed
I felt a little tingly down there. <pointed to lap>
M: Had you ever felt tingly down there before?
C: A couple of times in the shower, when I washed down there, and once
or twice when some of use were talking about boys. I didn't know what it
was then, but I do now!
M: Hmm. So then what happened?
C: The song ended. I was going to sit down, but Ralph asked if I wanted
to take a walk. I kinda thought I shouldn't, but I saw Pam staring at me
again, so I said yes, just to piss her off.
M: Did she get mad?
C: Oh yeah! <smile> Ralph took my hand and we snuck out the side door
when the counselor wasn't looking. I expected to get caught, but there was
no one there, so we dashed to the trail to the barn.
M: I must have been chasing someone else.
C: Once we were away from the dance hall, I got real scared, cause it
was real dark and there was no one else there. I started walking real
close to Ralph and wanted to go back, but then we saw the light from the
barn ahead of us. Ralph asked what it was, and I told him, and he wanted
to go there. I was still scared, but with the light ahead it didn't seem
quite so bad, so I said OK.
M: No one was at the barn?
C: Nope. Everyone must have been at the dance. The horses were out in
the field, so the whole barn was empty. We went inside and looked for a
place to sit down. I know where they keep the clean horse blankets, so we
spread some over some hay bales.
M: Then what?
C: We talked for a while, about some of the other kids, and stuff like
that. Then, like all of a sudden, he put his hands on my shoulders and
kissed me!
M: What did you do?
C: I shrieked and pulled back. He asked me if I had ever been kissed by
a boy before. I was embarrassed, but I had to tell him no. He looked a
little confused, then asked me if I liked it.
M: What did you tell him?
C: I told him he scared me. He asked me if I wanted to try again. I
was still scared, but some of the other girls had kissed boys or even done
some other stuff, and they all said it was kinda neat, so....
M: So you let him?
C: Yeah. He told me to stop him if anything felt bad, or uncomfortable,
then he put his hands on my shoulders and bent over to kiss me again, this
time a little softer.
M: How did it feel this time?
C: It was real strange at first, but then I got used to it, and it felt
good, so I started to kiss him back. He seemed to like that, and his hands
started to rub my back again.
M: Did you get the tingly feeling again?
C: Not right away, but after we had been kissing for a while it came
back. It was tinglier than usual, too. I was really getting used to it,
when he took his mouth away, and asked me if I liked that. I told him yes,
and he asked me if he could try kissing me somewhere else. I got a little
nervous, but I wanted the tingly feeling to come back, so I said he could.
He bent down again, but instead of kissing me on the lips, he put his
mouth on the side of my neck, right here (pointed). It felt really, really
nice as he moved his mouth around, under my chin, to the other side, and
the tingly feeling got a little stronger.
When he stopped, I had a big smile on my face, so I guess he knew
everything was OK. He started to kiss me on the mouth again. We did that
for a while, and I didn't notice that he had pushed the strings of my dress
down until he started kissing my shoulders.
M: Mm-Hmm...
C: I mean, I knew we should stop, but it felt so nice. Besides, it was
just kissing. I knew I liked what he was doing, and his neck was right in
front of me, so I kissed it. He must have liked that too, cause he started
to squeeze my back. I kept kissing his neck, until suddenly I felt his
hand touch my boobie. I must have jerked, cause he stopped kissing me. He
pulled his head away, but he left his hand just sitting there on my boobie.
I looked at his hand just resting on my dress. Mommy always told me
this was bad touching, but I could feel that tingly feeling coming from
right where his hand was. I think I swallowed once, then nodded just a
little, to show Ralph it was okay.
M: Were you scared?
C: Yeah, a little, but it felt so good. He left his hand there, and
started to kiss me again, on the neck and shoulders. I guess I loosened up
a little, cause I felt him start to move his hand. My boobie moved with
it, and those tingly feelings started to get real strong. When he put his
other hand on my other boob, I didn't even twitch, just kissed him harder.
I started to feel a little warm.
M: What happened next?
C: Well, we kept doing that for a bit, till we both stopped to take a
breath. Then, he asked me if I would mind if he took off his shirt.
M: Did you?
C: Well, I had seen boys without shirts before, like at the pool, so I
didn't think it was anything strange, so no, I didn't mind. He pulled of
his shirt, and for some reason, the tingles got stronger. We kissed again,
and he put my hands on his chest, which felt all soft. It was real smooth,
but there were a few little hairs around.
M: <nod>
C: The next time we stopped though, he looked at me kinda weird and I
got a little nervous again. I noticed he had a big lump in front of his
shorts, and remembered one of the older girls calling it a 'boner.' and she
said it meant he was excited. Then he asked me if I'd mind if he took off
his shorts! Except for my little brother, I had never seen a boy without
his pants on, so I guess I was curious, if a bit scared. I couldn't seem
to get the words out, though, the scared, tingly, and curious feelings were
all mixed up so I just shook my head and watched while he took off his
sneakers, and then unbuttoned his shorts. He had white underwear on, kinda
like my panties, but bigger. I could see the shape his boner made in the
front.
He wanted to kiss me again, and this time we got real close as he put
his hands back on my boobies and I kept feeling his chest. It was really
strange, being so close to a boy with almost no clothes on, but it felt
kinda good and warm, too. As we kept kissing, I felt his hands move away
from my boobies and on to my back. His hands kinda fumbled around for a
bit, until realized he was feeling for the zipper of my dress. When he
found it, I somehow knew that if I didn't stop what we were doing right
then, it was going to get really serious, but I didn't have a real idea of
what could happen.
He grabbed the zipper, but before he could pull it down, I pulled away.
I looked at him for a second.
M: Did you want to stop?
C: I did, but I didn't too. It was real weird. He told me that if I
didn't want to do any more, then we'd just stay the way we were, but it was
kind of unfair, him being all undressed and me having all my clothes on. I
dunno, I really don't remember what I was thinking. I just turned my back
to him so he could reach the zipper.
I could feel his hands shake a little as he pulled the zipper down.
When he let go, the dress dropped down, and I was just standing there in my
panties and stockings and shoes. I just stood there, with my arms held up
over my boobies and my back to him. I was shivering, but I was still
feeling all warm.
M: You were scared.
C: Yeah, I guess I was. Anyway, I heard him stand behind me, then he
started to kiss my shoulders again. He put his hands around my tummy and I
just sorta leaned back against him. He kept kissing my neck and shoulders
until I stopped shivering, then I felt his hands try to turn me around.
The first time, I resisted, but he just stopped, kissed me a little more,
and when he tried again, I let him spin me. I just stood there, unable to
move, with my arms still crossed.
M: <nod>
C: He kissed me on the lips again, then put his hands on mine and gently
pulled them away from my shoulders and down to my sides. I remember he
whistled and told me I was beautiful.
I guess he noticed my knees were shaking, because he walked me back to
the blanket and sat me down. I started to put my hands up again, but he
stopped me with his, telling me I had nothing to be ashamed of, I was so
beautiful. He kissed me again, on the mouth, until I felt myself relax,
then he put his hands back on my boobies. Oh, now it felt really good, and
I noticed my coochie was getting all damp, which had only happened once
before.
M: Your 'coochie'?
C: You know, down there? <laugh>
M: Ah. When did it happen before?
C: Um, well....
M: If you don't want to tell me, you don't have to. That's okay.
C: Good. Anyway, it felt really good now, especially when he would put
my bumps between his fingers and rub them. Then the tingly feelings got
real strong, but that wasn't the best part!
M: Oh?
C: Well, the real best part was later, but I didn't know that. What
happened was he stopped kissing my mouth and stuff and bent down and kissed
me right in the center of my boobie. I thought I was going to die, it felt
so good. I just laid back against the hay. I wished he would keep doing
that forever.
M: What happened?
C: He stopped. <pout> He said his mouth was tired. Then he asked me if
I had even seen a boy naked?
M: Had you?
C: No! Well, except for my baby brother when he was real young. I told
him that, and he asked me if I wanted to. I got scared again, but
everything had felt so nice so far...
M: So you told him yes?
C: Yeah. Then I watched him pull off his underwear. His boner sprang
out, it was pointing straight at me. It was so long! Like one of those
big pencils, you know? I wanted to touch it, like to see if it was real,
but I was afraid to. He must have noticed though, cause he told me it was
okay. I reached out and touched just the tip. I yanked my hand back as it
jumped, and his eyes closed. I thought I had hurt him, but he told me no,
that just felt really nifty when I did that, and I could do it any time I
wanted.
M: Did you?
C: Not then. Instead, he stood me up and started kissing me real nice,
with our bodies pressed real close together. I felt his boner rub up
against the front of my panties, giving me all kinds of nice tingly
feelings.
We did that for a long time, at least I thought it was. Then, he
stepped back and looked at me again. I already knew what he wanted, and at
that point I felt so good I think I would have done whatever he asked. I
didn't even think about it as I pulled my panties down. I heard some girls
have to shave down there, but I had nothing to shave yet.
Without speaking, we got real close together and I could feel his boner
rubbing up against my coochie. God, it felt so good, like someone was
tickling me at just the right spot. When he put his hands on my boobies
again, I reached down and put mine around his boner. It felt real warm and
smooth as I moved my hand up and down it. The tip was wet. One of the
older girls had told me this was called pre-cum, but I wasn't sure what
that meant.
We were still kissing like that when I felt one of his hands on my
belly, moving down. Somehow, I knew what he was doing and I just waited. A
few seconds later, I felt his fingers touch the outside of my coochie.
I thought everything before had felt good, but that was nothing. As he
started to move his hand around, it felt like little bursts of lightning
were flying around my body. We just kept rubbing each other and kissing
like that until we couldn't take it anymore. I don't know about him, but I
thought I was going to explode.
M: <Nodding, trying to retain composure>
C: We were both breathing hard, and he looked at me, and just kinda
asked me if I knew what having sex was, he had some trouble getting the
words out. The older girl had told me that it involved him putting his
boner into me, that it felt really good, but that it sometimes hurt the
first time.
M: Did you tell him that?
C: Yeah. He told me that yes, it does hurt sometimes, when he breaks my
'cherry.' I remember that my doctor had said something about me doing that
when I fell off my bike last summer, though he called it something else, a
'hy-mean' or something. Ralph said that if I wanted to then, it might not
hurt at all.
M: And?
C: I was a little scared, but I didn't want him to stop, so I said we
could try it. He told me to sit on the edge of the hay bales and lay back.
He sat down next to me, then started to rub his fingers on my coochie
again. This time, I started to squirm, cause the tingly feelings were so
strong. I closed my eyes, I remember, then I felt him stand up, in front
of my legs.
He put his hands on my knees and moved them away from each other, and I
felt him step between them. I felt his finger on my coochie again, and
this time, I felt it go inside. It felt real weird, but so good as he
moved it around inside. When he took it out, I almost yelled at him to put
it back in, until I felt something else push around the outside. It was
bigger than his finger, and I realized what it was.
He just moved it around outside for a bit, until I felt him stop right
over my hole. He just left it there, until I told him it was okay. I felt
the tip push against my coochie, then suddenly it went in. It hurt a tiny
bit, then felt real good. So good. I felt him push his boner into me real
slow, I guess making sure it didn't hurt. Every time he moved forward, I
felt this nice stretching feeling inside. The tingling was so strong, I
couldn't stop shaking. Finally, he couldn't go any further and we just
stayed like that. Suddenly I felt him start to take it out!
I told him not to, please! He just smiled and pulled almost all the way
out, then pushed back in, faster than before. My eyes closed again as he
slowly started to move his boner in and out, faster each time. He started
to grunt, and I started to moan. It felt like this great pressure built up
inside me, like I had to pee really bad, but I couldn't. His grunts got
real loud, and suddenly he pushed into me real hard and I felt something
warm shoot all over my insides. When that happened, it felt like I
exploded. I can't really describe it. All I saw were spots, and it was a
minute before I could breathe again. I had never felt anything like it.
He just collapsed on top of me. When we both got up, I noticed his
boner had gotten all small and soft. He told me that was normal for a guy
after he had an orgasm. I found out later that's what happened to me too.
As we were getting dressed, I asked him where he learned how to do that.
He told me it was one of our counselors from last year! But he never told
me which one.
M: I see. Then what?
C: We got dressed and went back to the dance. We got there just as
everything was done. All I managed was another quick kiss before he had to
go. When I told the other girls what happened, they didn't believe me,
until I showed them the underwear we traded....
(End edited interview segment)
Like I said before, though, at the time I didn't know anything about
that, and my only concern was to get all the boys out of camp and the girls
to their tents so I could finally get some sleep.
We had to track down a few couples trying to wander away from the main
group, but eventually we accounted for everyone. The busses pulled out and
the girls were marched off to bed. It was really late, none of the staff
would be able to go out, so Kate and I just managed to get in a quick
smooch. I was too tired anyway, and you know what they say about a
pleasure postponed, or something like that. Once the DJ had left camp, and
the lights were all out, I stumbled back to my cabin, took a quick shower,
and collapsed into bed.
It was no problem to fall asleep, and I must have been snoring like mad
until I noticed the door to my cabin open and close quickly. I was still
almost fully asleep when I felt someone climb into bed with me, and my
sleep-fogged brain assumed it was Kate.
The part of me that was still attached to reality realized I should
probably tell her she should not have sneaked out, but hey. I thought
about it for a sec, then just put my arm around her and snuggled in. I
started to doze off again, but something kept nagging at my mind,
preventing me from sleeping.
My eyes flew open when I realized what that something was. Whoever was
in bed with me was A, a lot lighter weight than Kate, and B, her (at least
I assumed it was a her) feet only came down to my knees!
It took a few seconds for my eyes to focus, and when they did, I saw
Andy's face, not more than a foot away from my own! When she saw my
expression, she smiled and kissed the tip of my nose! I was suddenly
thankful I had decided to wear a pair of surgical greens to bed that night.
"Wh-wh-wh-what the. Wh-wh-what are you?" I sputtered out. Yeah, I
know, real cool and collected. You try it sometime. Andy smiled at me
again and said, "I couldn't sleep in the tent, so I came here."
My greens got real tight all of the sudden as I remembered what happened
the last time Andy couldn't sleep. This time, though, my rational brain
kicked in, and I told her that it was wrong, that she had to go back to her
tent.
She just pouted at me. "If you try to make me leave, I'll start
screaming!" Oh, great. Now what were my options. I started to crawl back
out of bed, figuring I'd leave it to her at least, but before my feet could
hit the floor she told me she'd scream if I left her in bed, too.
I knew when I was licked. There was no way out but to play this through
and hope for a clean escape later. Besides, to be totally honest, there
was a part of me that didn't want her to go.
Settling back on the bed, I asked her that if I set the alarm early,
would she at least go back to her tent before everyone else woke up? She
agreed. I flipped over to set the clock and I felt her snuggle up against
my back. A few minutes later, her breathing settled into a gentle rhythm,
with just a hint of a snore.
Sighing, I settled in, expecting not to be able to sleep till morning,
but it was kind of cozy, so between her quiet breathing, my exhaustion and
the late hour, I drifted off to sleep.
When the alarm went off, it took me a few seconds to get my bearings
back. I was laying on my back now, Andy had her arm across my chest and
was lying on her side, her head resting on my shoulder. We must have
shifted during the night. My hand was resting on her back from underneath,
and I noticed she was wearing a shirt that felt like it was made of some
kind of satin-like material. While I was rousing myself, my hand started
to move of its own volition, and was rubbing her back. Andy rumbled a bit
in her sleep and shifted closer, moving her arm down my chest. I realized
that I had an opportunity here I might never have again, but if anything
went wrong, I could lose my job and would probably end up in jail.
Meanwhile, I was still rubbing Andy's back and she shifted again, dropping
her arm right on top of my belly button.
I experimented a little to see how deeply she slept. With my other
hand, I reached for her arm and gave it a little pinch. I could always say
I was trying to wake her up. She rumbled under her breath again but didn't
awaken. Another pinch had the same result, so I threw caution to the wind
and decided to see just how far I could take this.
I let the hand resting on her back start to wander slowly downwards
until I could feel the top of her panties covering her young ass. I took a
deep breath and let my fingers move lower, until I was cupping one cheek in
my hand, through the material of what I guessed was her sleepshirt.
Using my fingers, I slowly gathered up the satin material, until I could
feel the cotton of her panties laid bare beneath my hand. I cupped the
globe and squoze gently. I turned my head in that direction, then froze.
Andy had turned her head and her eyes were wide open.
I thought I was dead. I fully expected to fired, tarred, feathered, and
placed in a cell with a large man named Bubba. I just stayed perfectly
still, afraid to make any move. Maybe she wouldn't notice, or figure I was
doing something in my sleep.
We stayed like that, gazes locked, immobile, for a long minute. Without
moving, I felt her hand move slowly up on my chest, up under the top of my
greens. Her fingers danced around on my chest for a second until they
found my left nipple and started playing with it. Her eyes closed. I went
from confusion to the beginning of a state of shock as I tried to figure
out exactly what was going on.
I felt her hand slide under my back, and instinctively I turned on my
side, facing her, before I fully realized what I was doing. Her hand
reached up under the top of my shirt and started rubbing my back. I was
beginning to suspect she had not minded what I had been doing, and decided
to give my theory a test by squeezing her panty covered buttock lightly.
In response, she gave a sigh, and a little wiggle.
What the hell, I decided, in for a penny, in for a pound. Not like I
could get in any MORE trouble. With us both on our sides, I had access to
her whole body, but I wanted to let her take the lead, so she didn't get
scared. She was still rubbing my back and playing with my nipples, so I
took an educated guess it would be okay if I did the same.
I started by moving the hand that was on her bottom up her back, this
time under the satin fabric. Alternating between using my nails and the
tips of my fingers I started to massage her bare back. She made a little
purring noise, so I guess that was okay. My other hand crept across the
space between us and found the front hem of her shirt where it had ridden
up around her belly button. In the dawn's half-light I could make out her
skin and light-colored panties, which I felt it was safer to avoid for now.
My fingers crept up under her gown, pausing to tickle her belly button,
which made her giggle. I kept moving slowly upwards until I felt the
beginnings of the rise of her breast. I paused, just from the sheer
amazement that I was touching the breast of a thirteen-year-old girl, let
alone with no clothing in between. A wiggle of her chest and pinch to my
nipple indicated to me I should not have stopped.
Inching my hand up a little further, I was able to cup her entire breast
in my palm, and she gave a little gasp as I squeezed gently. I felt the
tiny bump of her nipple press into my palm.
I started to match the rhythms of my hand motions to hers as I
alternately squeezed her young breasts or ran the tips of my fingers around
her nipple. She soon got the idea that I was following her, cause if she
rubbed my chest, I rubbed hers, if she squeezed my nipple, I squeezed hers,
and so on.
We kept this game up for a few moments, exploring each other's chests.
She still had her eyes closed, but mine were open, and I could now make out
the smile on her face. Without a change in her expression, she took the
hand that had been rubbing my back and started to slide it lower, to the
waistband of my greenies, then under. My own hand followed suit, slipping
under the waistband of her panties.
What little room I had left in the front of my greenies was quickly gone
as I felt her small hand squeeze my buttocks. I cupped her and felt the
incredibly smooth skin. We each ran our hands around the other's ass,
sometimes squeezing, sometimes stroking. I made it a point to slide my
finger into the crack between her globes and she quickly did the same.
I was so wrapped in what my hand was doing I didn't notice her first
hand had left my chest until I felt a tug on the tie of my surgical pants,
and then the knot came loose. A part of me screamed that this was going to
far, but I told it to shut up. I held my breath as I felt her tiny hand
slip below the waistband in front, then both hands started moving down,
taking my pants with them. My dick twitched once from the cool air, then
again as her hand brushed it on the way down.
We had both stopped out other actions as we concentrated on what was
going on in the space between us. My dick was pointed straight out over
the waistband of my pants, right at her. The growing light allowed me to
see her lying there in a dark blue satin sleepshirt that was bunched up to
just below her chest, and pale yellow cotton panties. She was staring in
fascination at my throbbing dick, as she drifted her hands back up from my
knees, where my pants were now pooled. Slowly, first the fingers of one
hand, then the other started to lightly caress the surface.
She tightened her grip a little, and soon her hands were working in a
steady up and down motion. A steady stream of fluid dripped from the tip
of my penis onto the sheets.
I closed my eyes as she moved her hands faster. It had been a long
time, and adding to that the fact a 13 year old girl was giving me a hand
job, well, lets just say my staying power was not up to its usual
standards. I felt the pressure build, and with a grunt, I exploded as a
torrent of cum just shot out of the end of my dick, with more force than I
had ever managed before. Andy kept stroking me as smaller jets of fluid
kept coming out until finally I couldn't take the sensation anymore and I
stopped her hands with my own.
Opening my eyes, I saw that my sheets were soaked, and a large splotch
of cum had hit Andy right in the middle of her belly, splattering little
drops onto her nightshirt and panties. The sight was so erotic that I felt
myself try to rise again, but the poor guy was just too tired.
I think I knew I could have ended it there, but somehow it didn't seem
fair. I reached behind me and grabbed a tissue, and gently wiped the
sticky mess off her as best I could. The whole time she didn't make a
sound, just looked at me with a real gentle expression. Once she was
clean, I gently pushed her on her back, and her arms dropped to her sides.
I think she knew what I was going to do.
I slid over next to her and placed my hands on her tummy. I felt her
muscles tense as I started to trace my fingers around the waistband of her
panties, sometimes gently plucking the elastic. She started to squirm a
little, so finally I let one of my fingers drift below the stretchy
material. When I felt the first wisp of pubic hair I stopped, letting her
get used to it. When I felt her muscles relax, and the squirming start
again, I moved on.
When the tip of my finger encountered the dampness at the top of her
pussy, I stopped again, this time to deal with the fact that I was touching
a 13 year old pussy. I almost had to force my hand to slide further down
until I felt it resting between the lips of her cunt.
Andy's eyes were closed, and her lower lip was curled under her front
teeth. As I started to gently run my finger up and down under the cotton
cloth, I saw her lip tremble slightly and her legs started to spread apart.
As her legs widened, I could feel the opening beneath my finger widen
also, like a flower blooming, but I resisted the urge to press in.
Instead, I let my finger search upward until I found the little covered
bump I knew would be hiding at the top. As I rubbed the little button,
Andy started to squirm and wiggle more energetically. I kept playing with
her teenaged clit until I felt the moisture from below reach my finger, and
I knew she was ready. My fingers quested downward again, this time looking
for the opening I had felt before.
I found it, and after a quick pause let just the tip of my finger slip
inside. At this, she gave a quick jerk, and a moan came from her lips. I
wanted to go real slow, but that was not to be. I made a little movement
with the tip of my finger that caused her to jiggle her hips madly, then
she suddenly bucked upwards, forcing my finger in up to its knuckle. It
fit surprisingly well, and I could feel the smooth walls of her pussy
envelop and caress my probing digit. Her hips settled back, and she sighed
as I started rocking my finger in and out, going a little further in each
time until I felt resistance. She flinched a little when I pressed on it,
and I knew I was in as far as I was going to go.
Andy was moaning and gasping now as I kept my steady in-out rhythm
going, and I felt the walls of her vagina start to contract as her first
orgasm by another person approached. With my other hand, I started to
caress her clit through the material of her panties, and in just a few
strokes, her hips bucked wildly and her muscles clamped down on my finger,
trapping it inside for the ride.
Her body continued to twitch as the spasms receded, until she finally
relaxed back on to the bed. As her muscles released me, I slipped my
finger out from under her panties, and pulled the material of her
sleepshirt back down to her knees. Then, I pulled up and retied my
pants.either of seemed to be able to say anything, but I pulled her on top
of me, avoiding the wetness on the bed and we held each other closely.
Just then, the alarm clock went off again, as if to warn us that we were
cutting it too close. Andy scrambled off of me and out of the bed, where
she slipped on her sandals and headed for the door. When she got to the
foot of the bed, she stopped, looked at me, then I saw her bend down for a
second. When she stood back up, I caught a flash of something in her hand
as she tossed whatever it was to me. I caught the object as she left the
cabin and realized it was the panties she had been wearing.
I could smell the scent of her orgasm on the panties and my fingers as I
laid back and tried to gather my thoughts. I had a lot to think about.
Next Chapter: Kate and I get some time alone, we talk, Traci gets in
trouble, and the toy box is opened.
Girl Scout Camp Adventures 04/14/99 1/4
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