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girls scout camp (f/f, oral; inc, m/g, pedo)
Eli-the-Bearded
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, IÕm 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 besides 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, 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 camperÕs 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 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
"see-ya-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 didnÕt 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
(6-8,9-10,11-12, 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 ampers 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 ropped 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 here 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 ushing 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 ould 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 ndy.
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...
Girl Scout Camp Adventures:
Chapter 3 - On the ropes...
"A favor?", I asked the Program Director. I've learned to be wary when
someone asks me a uestion 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 niforms 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
back, 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 CHAPTERÊ3 - 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 ackstage
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
which left her middle bare, and some jeans which 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
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, and 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 aureole 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, hrowing 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 friends 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, its 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.
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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......
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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, IÊmet 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 directorÕs door.
"Come in." I heard her voice through the wood of the door. I opened the
door and entered. Tracy (thatÕs 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 AMAZINGÊbreasts. 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 IÊmind lending a hand. ÊWell, 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 didnÕt 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 didnÕt trust his other guys to handle it, nor did he
have time. ÒNo problem,Ó 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 OFÊCOURSE 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 girlÕs
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. ÊBased 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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Chapter Five - RAnd on the sixth day....S
After the little escapade in the shower, all I wanted to do was restand
relax, but the guys from aintenance all had the night off. So, wewent
into town and hit the local watering hole. By the time we gotback, I was
in no shape to consider what had happened that night, letalone what to
expect for the day ahead.
My maintenance work the day before had put me a bit behind on
mypaperwork, so I expected to spend the morning in the office
catchingup. While I was working, the director stopped in to let me know
shewas leaving camp for a few hours, therefore I was in charge.
Noproblem, part of the job. I went back to my paperwork (reviewing the
medical logs. There are fewways to better ruin a good breakfast than by
reading notes of treatmentfor 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 sixdays), not without a little
relief, I called for the knocker to comein.
Knocker was right, or rather RknockersS would be more accurate.
Jackiewas at the door, the head of the 13+ camper group. She was a
tall,willowy blonde, about 6U2S, with VERY large breasts. To
compoundthings, she liked to wear shirts that were always JUST large
enough tocomply with the dress code. Barely.
RDave?S she said. (ThatUs me). RIUve got a small problem. Got aminute?S
RSure, whatUs up?S I replied. RIUve got a camper who says she has a
problem but wont talk to me. I wanted Tracy, but her secretary said she
was out of camp. Can you takea shot at it?S RMore than happy to. Send
her in.S ROne minute...S Jackie went out, and I heard her speak to
someone fora second, but I couldnUt make out what was said. I waited a
moment,then I heard footsteps. In walked the camper in question, and
struggled to maintain a neutral expression. It was Andy! My hearttried
to call into my throat as she closed the door behind her.
My office was rather small, so I didnUt keep a second chair around,just
dragged one in from outside if I needed it. Andy looked aroundfor a
second, then perched on the corner of my desk.
It didnUt help my mental state much that Andy was wearing some
denimshorts over what was either a body suit or bathing suit that showed
offher developing curves. Except for those, all she was wearing was
apair of sandals, and for a moment, I found myself
mysteriouslyfascinated by the sight of her bare toes. I forced my mind
back toreality. RSo, Andrea, is it? What can I do for you.S
She looked down at the desk for a second, then back up. Clearing
herthroat with a little cough, she began to speak with a soft voice.
RWell, actually, I wanted some advice, and I didnUt wanna talk to Jackie
cause of rumors, and well, you know...S RGo on...S
RWell, there is this guy I like, heUs like back home, and IUm not
surewhat to do about it. HeUs kinda shy and I donUt wanna make
himnervous? IUve been thinking about him for 5 days now.. What can Ido?S
I took a moment to frame a reply in my mind. It was hard toconcentrate
because Andy kept crossing and uncrossing her legs, showingoff her
muscles from the various sports she participated in. Finally,I got my
thoughts together.
RWell, honey, I think youUre a little young to really have to worryabout
these things yet, but I promise you, when the time comes, youUllknow
just what to do.S
I know, it was a stock answer, and really evaded the question, but
whatcould I have said? Besides, it seemed to satisfy her.
She smiled as she stood up. RThanks, Dave, IUm glad you understand. I
just needed to tell SOMEBODY....S 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 didnUt 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 name tag
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 modelling 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 didnUt recognise any of the voices, but the words
were clear if I concentrated.
RTruth,S said one girlUs voice.
RYou sure?S asked another voice.
RYup!S the first voice replied.
ROkay, 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.S
There were a few giggles. ROh boy......S There was a pause, followed by
an embarrassed cough. RWell, the furthest I got was my boyfriend put his
hand in my undies, and I felt his thingie...S
There was a chorus of ROohs and AaahsS RSo what happened?S another voice
asked anxiously. I settled down. This sounded like it was going to be
interesting.
The first girl continued. RIt 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 were were just gonna like, kiss, and
stuff, since we did that before.S
There was another pause. The girl who asked the question prompted the
first one to continue. RWell, thatUs 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 likethat for a while, then suddenly, I felt him touch
my boobies.S I almost snickered out loud at the way she used the word
RboobiesS, but I held it in and listened as she continued.
RI 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 stringer, 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 didnUt 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 wouldnUt 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. WhoUs turn is it now?
Another voice spoke up RSSSSSH! She Us 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
evenings 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 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 couldnUt 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
decide what to do about your missing curfew later. For now, please go
back to your tent.S She didnUt 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.
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Chapter 6 - "Enter Player, Lunch May Be Late"
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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.
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Interlude: "Now We're Cooking"
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(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.
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"Hey, you're off. What are you doing here."
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"I was out tanning on the lawn, and I got a little hungry, so I came
here for a quick snack"
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Tom went back to slicing, "Help yerself." Tiffany turned around to
rummage through a rack of snacks on the far wall.
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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.
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END interlude (This DOES explain the large budget expense for meat that
week.)
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Return to normal time line:
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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.
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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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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.
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