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Subject: "Girl Scout Camp Adventures" Chapter 6
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Girl Scout Camp Adventures
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 its 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 modelling 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 aureolae. Tiffany quivered and let out little moans as he sucked
one
of her nipples into his mouth, while playing with the other between his
thumb and finger. He hands, which had been clutching Tom's back, now
dropped to hang limply at her sides.
With one shudder, Tiffany roused herself, and as Tom
continued to
work his magic on her breasts, her hands touched the sides of his
chest,trailing downwards until she reached the waistband of his slacks.
With a quick flick, she undid the button and zipper, and Tom's trousers
fell to his ankles, leaving him standing in his white boxers, which
showed
an obvious, and large, erection.
Not missing a beat, Tom stepped out of his trousers and
kicked
them away. His hand left Tiffany's breast, and quickly moved down,
causing
to her shudder yet again as it passed her belly button. Finally, the
hand
came to rest on her thigh, just above the knee. He began to inch it up
her
thigh slowly, as she spread her legs apart. A damp spot clearly showed
in
the center of her pink bikini.
So as not to be outdone, Tiffany started to caress Tom's
dick
through the boxers. The lump became even more noticeable, as the tip
began
to edge its way towards the elastic waistband of his boxers. Not
waiting
for it to arrive, Tiffany slipped her hands inside the material and
pulled
down, leaving Tom completely naked. Tom's dick, easily 8" long and 1
1/2"
wide sprang free.
Finally pausing, Tom removed his face from where it was
buried
between Tiffany's breasts, and smiled, as he moved his free hand down
opposite the hand still working its way up her thigh at a maddeningly
slow
pace.
Both hands stopped at mid-thigh, as Tiffany fruitlessly
tried
to slide her hips forward.
With her small hands, Tiffany began to stroke Tom's engorged cock,
making
a fist with one hand at the base and moving up, then repeating the
process,
one hand after the other. Tom was barely moving as he concentrated on
the
sensations that Tiffany was creating.
Taking advantage of Tom's lack of motion, Tiffany used the
opportunity to slip off the edge of the table and kneel down in front
of
him. As she looked up at him, she stuck out her tongue and lapped up a
drop of pre-cum that had formed on the tip of his penis, which throbbed
as
if it had a life of its own. With an elfin grin, Tiffany opened her
lips
and engulfed the head. Tom closed his eyes as her lips worked their
way
down his shaft, finally stopping as the head hit the back of her
throat.
Tiffany sucked in her cheeks and slowly withdrew the organ
from
her mouth, stopping as she reached the tip, then repeating her actions.
As
her head began to move faster, Tom began to rock his hips in rhythm,
thrusting his dick into her eager mouth. Both began to moan as their
motion, now completely in sync reached a frantic pace. Suddenly, with
one
final spasm, Tom thrust forward and with a loud groan, explosively came
into Tiffany's mouth. Her throat worked as she swallowed the cream
that
must have flooded from the now softening dick, which finally slipped
from
her slack lips.
Tom looked down with a satisfied smile, clearly ready to
return
the oral favor, when from the dining hall came the sounds of campers,
arriving to help set up for lunch. Quickly, the two dressed and
cleaned up
the evidence of their tryst.
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.
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