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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.
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...
Next Chapter:  Nikki does her penance, a fashion show, and a swim
party.
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