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Girl Scout Camp Adventures
Chapter 7 - "Rainy Days and Wednesdays get me....."
The Great Flood. Day 3.
Okay, perhaps I am exaggerating just a little, but its
understandable. In the minds of camp staff, extended rain ranks right
up
there with the black plague on the list of "things we do NOT want to
see at
camp this summer." Unfortunately, nature has her own plans, and seldom
takes ours into account. The camp awoke Monday morning to the gentle
patter of raindrops striking the tents. This was actually treated with
some enthusiasm, as on a rainy day schedule, wakeup was pushed ahead 1
hour.
Monday came and went under a gray drizzle, and when the same
was
repeated Tuesday morning, the enthusiasm had lessened considerably.
The
weather did not improve on Tuesday, either.
On Wednesday, we awoke to the same gray skies as we had for
the
previous two days. At breakfast, the girls were even more fidgety than
usual, due to the forced inactivity. There are only so many uses for
popsicle sticks.
After breakfast, the staff called a "washout" conference. As
the
kids cleaned their areas, the staff met to discuss ways to deal with
the
situation. As the rain was light, and the weather fairly warm, we
decided
to offer some modified outdoor activities, and let the campers choose,
while praying that the rain didn't return to some of the downpours we
had
had in the last 48 hours.
Each staff member came up with an activity, and the campers
gathered in the dining hall to choose. For my part, I decided a nature
walk might be interesting, seeing what came out from the rain.
Besides, I
had a faint hope that no one would decide to hike, and I could slog
back to
bed for a while. To my surprise, when the selection was done, there
were 5
campers that had elected to come along. I gave them instructions on
what
to wear and told them to meet me back at my cabin in 20 minutes.
As I waited for the girls, I changed into some sturdier rain
gear,
and planned where to go. Camp was in a mountainous area, with many
trails.
Soon, the girls arrived, and I examined my little troupe.
Joy was 8, tall for her age, with brown hair and eyes. Holly
was
10, about the same height as Joy. She had blond hair, and hazel eyes,
set
in an elf-like face. Linda was 12, about 4' 11", black hair, green
eyes.
Dana was also 12, brown hair, hazel eyes, and a little shorter than
Linda.
Finally, the oldest, Randi was 15, almost my height, with blond hair
and
blue eyes. Also, we picked up another counselor, Denise, a 20 year old
from England. Apparently, no one had chosen her pottery class.
Each of us took a day pack along with some supplies and water.
We
headed towards the edge of camp, where I knew there was a trail that
led to
a point which had what was supposedly a great view of a nearby valley.
On
the way, we stopped at the dining hall for some sandwiches, in case
this
became an all day event.
Despite the rain, it was quite warm, and after the first
mile,
all of us were overheated in our rain gear. With the cover of the
trees
that lined the trail, the slowing rain had become a light mist so we
decided to shuck the rain clothes and deal with a little dampness. We
tossed all the gear into a trash bag from my pack and hung it in a tree
to
pick up on the way back.
After a quick rest stop, we pressed onward. Denise took the
lead
and I brought up the rear. We kept an easy pace, which allowed me to
admire the girls' moving under their shorts and jeans. Dana had an
especially appealing wiggle motion to her walk, which made her hips
sway
slightly from side to side. She was wearing fairly tight jeans, so you
could see her muscles move with each step.
As we walked on, we stopped to identify various trees and
plants,
and at one point, picked some wild raspberries for a snack. At one
such
stop, I noticed that the light but persistent mist was beginning to
soak
into my t-shirt. Having realised this, I leaned up against a tree and
looked around to see if it was having a similar effect on my
companions.
The exercise and the mist had combined to cause almost
everyone's
shirt to tighten like mine. Joy's shirt was oversized to start with,
so I
couldn't tell what was underneath, but Holly was wearing an older camp
t-shirt from several years ago, and the now tightened too-small shirt
clearly showed her budding mounds, which had yet to seriously develop.
Linda was wearing some type of bikini top under her t-shirt,
but
it was clear that when she finished developing, she would be something
special. Dana apparently was a late bloomer, as I could not make out
anything under her black T-shirt.
The outline of Randi's bra was clearly visible through her
shirt,
and I wondered just what that bra contained. Finally, I looked at
Denise.
She was wearing an all-white T-shirt, which was just a little snug.
Here
tits were a little on the small side, but through the white fabric, I
could
see her nipples, the size of pencil erasers. I imagined them in a
state of
arousal, and shuddered. Before I derailed on this train of thought, we
moved on.
About noon, we reached a clearing about halfway up the
mountain
that had a spectacular view of the wooded valley below. This was as
good a
place for lunch as any, so we stopped decided to eat and rest, then
turn
around and head back. By now, the rain had stopped and the sun was
shining.
While we were eating, we chatted idly about the last few days
at
camp and such, until eventually, the conversation died into a
comfortable
silence. We rested for a while, until Dana spoke up. "Do you guys
hear
that? It sounds like water."
Everyone held perfectly still and tried to listen. The sound
of
what appeared to be water could be faintly heard from around some rocks
at
the far end of the clearing, where a small train continued on. Our
curiosity got the better of us, so we packed up our trash and went to
take
a look.
As we moved ahead, the sound of water rushing got louder. I
mentally reviewed the trail maps, but I couldn't remember any mention
of
streams or springs, only a lake much farther up the mountainside,
almost at
the summit.
Deep in thought, I almost walked into Joy as she stopped
suddenly
after rounding an outcropping. The sound of water was much louder
here,
and the source was quite obvious.
Apparently, all the recent rain must have flooded the upper
lake,
and the excess water had come cascading down the mountainside. A
natural
rock trough in the side of the cliff had formed a pool, about 3 feet
deep
of crystal clear water. The water came from overhead, as it tumbled
from a
rock outcropping, hanging over the trail, about 20 feet up.
As we stopped to look, the sun came out from behind a cloud and
passed through the mist generated by the falling water. A rainbow
formed
near the surface of the pool.
Linda dipped her hand into the pool water. "It's Warm!" she
exclaimed. The rocks and water had been warmed by the sign at higher
levels, and the water kept that heat, so the pool was at a very
pleasant
temperature. Holly looked at the water, "Let's go swimming!"
"We don't have any bathing suits, silly, and we can't get our
hiking clothes wet," replied Linda. Holly thought for a second. "We
could
go skinny dipping!". She smiled, and the other girls started to nod.
Denise and I both spoke up at once. She pointed at me and said,
"Remember
him??"
The girls were crestfallen. I didn't want to disappoint them,
and
luckily, I came up with an idea. We knew no one else was going to come
up
from camp, so I could go further along on the trail, and make sure no
one
came from that way. Them I could come back in 2 hours or so, and the
girls
would have the pool to themselves. I wanted to do some exploring
anyway,
and we had been going at a slower than usual pace for me, so I welcomed
the
opportunity.
I outlined my idea to the girls. Denise was a little
uncomfortable with the idea, but the eager looks on the girls faces
persuaded her to go along. I offered to take one of the walkie talkies
we
had brought along just in case, and with the that, she agreed. I
picked up
my pack and told the girls to give me 10 minutes to check the trail
ahead,
and if I didn't come back to have fun. I left around the bend.
Just past the pool, the trail turned and banked sharply, then
climbed quickly, and 10 minutes later, I was about 30 feet above the
pool
level, and had crossed back over the stream that fed the waterfall. I
paused, and bent to splash a little water on my face.
As I straightened up, I noticed a flash of light through some
trees in front of me that were growing on the outer bank of the trail.
I
stepped between them, hopped on a branch, and leaned forward. From
here, I
had a clear view of the mountainside, most of the way down. A thought
struck me, and I readjusted my seat, leaned out a bit further, and
turned.
As I guessed, from here I had a fairly clear view of the pool where I
had
left the campers. I could see them standing at the side of the pool
and
talking, but could not hear them.
Inspiration struck. I could monitor the trail quite well from
where I was perched, and was invisible to the people below. I recalled
I
had idly tossed a pair of binoculars in my pack, and, adjusting myself
on
the branch, reached around and extracted them.
Bringing the nocs to my eyes, I quickly focused on the pool
below.
Through the lenses, it was as if I was standing right on top of them.
As I fine tuned the focus, Denise looked at her watch and said
something to the other girls. Everyone looked around nervously, and no
one
moved for a couple of moments. Finally, Holly said something to the
others.
She sat down on a fallen log and removed her shoes and
socks.
Walking over to the pool, she dipped her toe in and smiled broadly.
She
said something else to the other girls, then reached down and pulled
her
shirt out from the waistband of her shorts. I held my breath as she
unzipped the front of her shorts, but she was covered by the bottom of
her
shirt as she slipped them off. Again, her hands went to under her
shirt,
and I saw her pale pink panties come down, the T-shirt still covering
most
of her body.
My pulse quickened as she grasped the bottom of the T-shirt
and
lifted it over her head, revealing her body, which was just on the edge
of
puberty. In the sunlight, I could see the small mounds where her
breasts
were just starting to develop, nipples just tiny bumps on her chest.
My
gaze travelled down to between her legs, where I could just see the
outer
lips of her 10 year old pussy. She turned around to step into the
pool,
giving me a wonderful view of her naked ass, before she stepped in to
the
water. With a smile, she playfully splashed some water towards the
others
who were still watching.
Seeing her safely in the water, Randi and Dana were next to
join
in. Randi quickly removed her shoes, shorts, and t-shirt, pausing to
stand
clad only in a white bra and panties. As she reached around and
unclasped
the bra, I noticed idly that she had no tan lines. I made a mental
note to
find out where she did her sunbathing. In one motion she pulled down
her
panties and stepped into the water pool, not giving me the opportunity
for
a good luck, but I could see enough to determine she was a natural
blond.
The water only rose above her belly, above which her teenaged tits
stood
out firmly, nipples visible against brown auroelae.
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 nipple
stood out fully an inch from her tits, almost vibrating from the
liquid's
motion. Along with the running water, my gaze travelled further down,
to
where just the tip of her pubic bush was visible above the water.
As I continued to observe the girls in the water, I could no
longer contain myself. Looking around, I checked to be sure that I
could
not be seen from the trail. Returning my attention to the scene below,
I
reached down and unbuttoned my jeans. Slipping them down, I removed my
hardening rod from its now confining prison. With my free hand,
stroked up
and down the shaft, using the pre-cum oozing out for lubrication.
Between
the scene below, and the risk of discovery, it didn't take long before
my
hand increased its pace. Finally, I felt the pressure build, and with
a
grunt, shot my come into some nearby leaves. As I cleaned myself up
with a
tissue, my watch went off, indicating it was time to head down.
Apparently
the girls had reached the same conclusion, and were beginning to exit
the
water and dry off, my view covered by their towels.
I tucked myself back into my pants and started down. As I
arrived
at the bend just before the pool, I announced myself and waited for the
all
clear, which came shortly. Stepping back around the rock, I was back
at
the pool. The girls asked me what I had seen on the trail, and I
answered
"Some really nice views..."
We paused to take a last look at the waterfall, which had
already
slightly diminished from the stoppage of rain. Then, we set off back
to
camp, arriving around 4.
I stopped back at my cabin for a quick shower and a change of
clothes before dinner. Being away all day, I grabbed something from
the
kitchen and caught up on the days paper trail.
That night, each division had its own evening activity planned.
The
youngest group was having a campfire, while the oldest group was
tie-dying
t-shirts.
The middle groups were hosting some campers from another camp a
few
miles away in a volleyball mini-tournament. We usually would have
these
mini-events 3-5 times a summer with each age group. I decided to sit
in on
the game, which was using our only field with good night lighting.
When I got there, the oldest girls from each camp were playing
against each other. I recognised 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 the team from the other camp was between
the
lights and myself. As one of the campers set up to serve, I decided I
was
going to stay a little longer, since I had noticed that the light
passed
through the white T-shirts as if they were transparent.
The one girl lifted her arm to serve, and as she did so, her
breasts were perfectly displayed through the thin material. She was
about
5'0" but apparently had spent her growth hormones in other areas. My
attention slowly turned from the score, to the players.
Every time one of the players jumped for a return or dove to
dig
out the ball, I was treated to a wonderful view of their heaving tits
as
they bounced and swayed. Only one player was wearing a bra, so the
delightful mounds were free to move naturally.
All too soon, the game ended and the girls from the other camp
headed to their buses, while ours hit the showers. I thought about
trying
to find a way to look into the showerhouse, but decided the risk was
too
great. Instead, since I had late patrol that night, a nape was in
order.
I stopped by each of the other units, but the youngest were already in
bed,
and the oldest had completed their activity. With mild amusement, I
noticed that in addition to t-shirts, some girls had dyed other items
of
clothing, such as bras and panties. Perhaps some of them might be
persuaded to model their new designs? Just a thought. I grabbed a
coupla
hours 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
natural"
so I started to fumble for a pair of sweats I knew I had left nearby.
Picking up my flashlight, (one of those 5 D-cell versions made of
aluminium), I started to call out, but before I could, a small voice
whispered "SSSShhh. Don't say anything!" In the darkness, I could
barely
make out a small form slipping into my cabin, then closing the door.
I wake up slowly, so I was still a little foggy and reacting a
bit
slower then I should have. The as yet unidentified form, which I could
make out in the dim light from outside was a camper sitting on top of
the
dresser near the door, moved around a bit, but didn't speak.
My wits were beginning to return and I pointed the flashlight
above
the intruder and turned it on. The camper put her hand up to shield
her
eyes, and I could see it was Andy! "What the heck are you doing here?"
I whispered loudly, looking at the clock, "It's 4 AM!! Do you
know
how much trouble you are in??" "Not as much trouble as you would be if
I
started screaming!" she said, grinning, with a voice much older than
her 13
years. That shut me up for a minuted. Realising 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 paralysed 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...
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