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Subject: "Girl Scout Camp Adventures" Chapter 4
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Girl Scout Camp Adventures
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. pparently, one of the showerhouses 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 showerhouses
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 showerhouse, 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 wall boards did not fit together correctly, and I had a
clear
view of the center portion of the shower room. My jaw must have hit
the
floor. Directly exposed to my now staring eyes was a group of totally
naked teens. Any thoughts of calling out were quickly forgotten as my
eyes
took in the collection of bare asses, breasts, and pussies that were
displayed in front of me. I lost view of most of them as they spread
out
to the various shower heads, but one girl stood directly in front of
me. I
had seen her around camp before, but was not sure what her name was,
and to
be frank, I didn't really care at that point. She stood facing away
from
me as she washed her hair, giving me a perfect view of her wet ass as
the
water ran down. Every time she tilted her head back to rinse out the
shampoo, I could just see the sides of her breasts. +Based on their
moderate size, I guessed she was 15 years old or so. After she
finished
washing her blonde hair, she bent over to pick up her soap from the
dish on
the floor, and my breath literally stopped as her pussy was exposed to
me.
She was a natural blonde. I started to breath 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."
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