Girl Scout Camp Adventures
 
By NetWanderer
 
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Chapter 6 - "Enter Player, Lunch May Be Late"
 
The changeover days at camp were always some of the most frantic, with
new campers arriving, other campers leaving, sometimes even staff
coming and going.
 
Fortunately, the first changeover was always the easiest, as very few
girls stayed for only the first week, and there were not many new
arrivals.  On this particular day, 9 campers were leaving, all from the
youngest group, with 6 new campers, also all headed for that group.  In
addition, there was one counselor, Kate, arriving from England, where
she had been delayed by school obligations.
 
Tracy was taking care of the camper changes, while I took the camp
wagon to the nearby train station to pick up Kate, who had flown into
New York, and taken Amtrak from there.
 
Traffic was light, and I arrived several minutes before the train was
due to come in.  I parked the wagon, went inside, and sat on a bench to
wait for the train.  As I waited, I amused myself by watching women
walk by and imagining them naked, or in various sexual positions. 
However, after my recent camp experiences, I found myself also looking
at their teen-age and younger daughters, and imagining the
possibilities.
 
All too soon, my daydreaming was interrupted by the PA system
announcing the arrival of Kate's train.  I hurried down to the arrivals
platform.  I had no idea what she looked like so I was carrying a sign
with her name on it so she could find me.
 
As people got off the train, I looked over each one, trying to guess
which was Kate.  As I was peering at a redhead who had just stepped
off, I felt a touch on my shoulder, "Are you from the Girl Scout Camp?"
 
I turned to where the voice had come from and almost dropped my sign. 
Holding  a backpack and smiling was one of the most gorgeous women I
had ever seen.
 
Kate was about 5'7", maybe 100 lbs.  She had light brown, straight hair
that hung across her face in a curl.  Her eyes were a clear brown,
setting off a face that could easily qualify for the cover of any
magazine.
 
Her face was so beautiful, I almost didn't look at the rest of her, but
my base instincts got the better of me, and I managed a quick scan
before I stuttered out "Yes, um, hi!  I'm Dave, the Admin Asst.  You
must be Kate!"
 
She was wearing a tight grey knit shirt that showed off her breasts,
which were just the right size for her frame.  It was obvious she was
not wearing, nor did she need, a bra.  Sweatpants covered her legs, but
could not conceal the curves beneath.
 
Once I got my eyes back in my head, I took her pack and we went to the
wagon.  The drive back to camp passed quickly as we talked about the
differences between England and the US, camp, etc.  After we arrived at
camp, I turned her over to Jackie, who would be her supervisor.
 
Interlude: "Now We're Cooking"
 
(Author's Note:  I actually found out about this incident after the
summer, but its included here for chronological reasons.  I'm still not
sure why there was a video camera in the kitchen.  No, the tape is not
available.)
 
Because of everything else going on on changeover days, we liked to
keep everything else as simple as possible.  Breakfast was usually
cereal, milk, toast, etc., and sandwiches for lunch.  The kitchen crew
took advantage of this by scheduling an easy morning, and usually
cooked up something special for dinner to welcome the new campers.
 
Breakfast had just finished, and cleaned up, and only the chef, Tom,
was working in the kitchen, slicing some meat for lunch.  Tom had been
with the camp for about 3 years, my age, he worked the ski resort
kitchens in the winter, and camp in the summer.  To help him out, the
camp hired a bunch of 16-17 year olds, and usually one older girl, as
assistants.  Often campers would help out, also.
 
Tom was a good looking guy, fairly muscular, a little on the tall side.
 Perpetually unkempt blond hair and blue eyes made him look like the
stereotypical "surf dude", so everyone called him the Big Kitchen
Kahuna.
 
Anyway, as Tom was slicing, one of his workers, Tiffany, came into the
kitchen.  I hate to say it, but Tiffany as the stereotypical mall
chick.  Not all that much in the way of brains, but a body to kill for.
 
She was 17, about 5'5", 95 pounds tops, a good portion of which was
taken up by her chest.  When she came into the kitchen, she was wearing
a bright pink tank top, cut low in front to expose her cleavage.  A
grey towel was wrapped around her waist.
 
"Hey, Tom...." she said.
 
"Hey, you're off.  What are you doing here."
 
"I was out tanning on the lawn, and I got a little hungry, so I came
here  for a quick snack"
 
Tom went back to slicing, "Help yerself."  Tiffany turned around to
rummage through a rack of snacks on the far wall.
 
As she bent over to look at a lower shelf, her towel slipped from her
waist, and fell to the ground.  So did Tom's jaw, as the piece of
sandwich he was nibbling on fell from his slack hand.  Tiffany was
wearing a "thong" style pink bikini bottom.  The back strap of the
bikini was wedged in between her cheeks, so far in to be almost
invisible.
 
Tiffany turned around to pick up her towel, and noticed the expression
on Tom's face.  She smiled, and struck a modelling posed.  "Like what
you see?"  Tom could only nod as he stared at the tiny pink triangle
that made up the front of the bikini bottom.
 
The 17 year old left her towel and walked in front of Tom, standing
close enough that her breasts were just touching Tom's shirt. 
Hesitantly, Tom lowered his face to hers, as her hands reached up his
back.
 
Their mouths locked, tongues visibly duelling every so often.  After a
couple of moments, the two broke off, winded.  Tom cleared off the
table he was working on, as Tiffany lifted her tank top up and over her
head.  She was wearing a matching bikini top that only barely covered
her extended nipples with two pink triangles.
 
Tom finished clearing the table, and Tiffany gave a little leap and sat
on the edge.  She gave a little cry as her nearly bare bottom came in
contact with the cold stainless steel.  Tom grinned as he moved his
mouth back to hers, using his hands to stroke her sides.
 
Tiffany moaned slightly as she tried to unbutton Tom's chef coat by
feel.  It took a few moments, but neither of them seemed to be in any
hurry to break up their oral battle.  Finally, the last button was
undone, and she ran her hands over his exposed chest.
 
Her back suddenly arches as Tom brought his hands up from where they
had been caressing her back and sides, cupping her bikini covered
breasts.  His thumbs gently stroked the erect nipples through the
fabric.
 
Tiffany threw her head back as Tom moved his mouth away from hers and
shifted it to the side of her neck.  With a playful shove, she pushed
Tom backwards so she could remove his coat.  The coat fell away to the
floor and Tiffany smiled as she admired his smooth, muscular, chest.
 
Grinning wickedly, Tiffany licked her fingertips and used the moistened
digits to stroke Tom's nipples, causing him to gasp.  "Only being fair,
" she said, "you did it to me."
 
Tom replied, "Fair's fair, huh?"  With that, he slipped his thumbs
under the shoulder straps of her bikini top, sliding them down her arm
slowly.  As his thumbs moved, he kissed each inch of newly exposed
flesh as the top slowly lowered.  Finally letting the straps drop, Tom
reached around and pulled the knot on the back of the top, and tugged
it away, dropping it on the table.  Pausing for only a moment, he bent
his head to the exposed breasts.
 
Tiffany's breasts seemed even larger out of their confinement, and Tom
didn't seem to mind as he switched from one to the other, using his
tongue to excite the eraser shaped nipples poking out from half-dollar
sized aureolae.  Tiffany quivered and let out little moans as he sucked
one of her nipples into his mouth, while playing with the other between
his thumb and finger.  He hands, which had been clutching Tom's back,
now dropped to hang limply at her sides.
 
With one shudder, Tiffany roused herself, and as Tom continued to work
his magic on her breasts, her hands touched the sides of his chest,
trailing downwards until she reached the waistband of his slacks.  With
a quick flick, she undid the button and zipper, and Tom's trousers fell
to his ankles, leaving him standing in his white boxers, which showed
an obvious, and large, erection.
 
Not missing a beat, Tom stepped out of his trousers and kicked them
away.  His hand left Tiffany's breast, and quickly moved down, causing
to her shudder yet again as it passed her belly button.  Finally, the
hand came to rest on her thigh, just above the knee.  He began to inch
it up her thigh slowly, as she spread her legs apart.  A damp spot
clearly showed in the center of her pink bikini.
 
So as not to be outdone, Tiffany started to caress Tom's dick through
the boxers.  The lump became even more noticeable, as the tip began to
edge its way towards the elastic waistband of his boxers.  Not waiting
for it to arrive, Tiffany slipped her hands inside the material and
pulled down, leaving Tom completely naked.  Tom's dick, easily 8" long
and 1 1/2" wide sprang free.
 
Finally pausing, Tom removed his face from where it was buried between
Tiffany's breasts, and smiled, as he moved his free hand down opposite
the hand still working its way up her thigh at a maddeningly slow pace.
 Both hands stopped at mid-thigh, as Tiffany fruitlessly tried to slide
her hips forward.
 
With her small hands, Tiffany began to stroke Tom's engorged cock,
making a fist with one hand at the base and moving up, then repeating
the process, one hand after the other.  Tom was barely moving as he
concentrated on the sensations that Tiffany was creating.
 
Taking advantage of Tom's lack of motion, Tiffany used the opportunity
to slip off the edge of the table and kneel down in front of him.  As
she looked up at him, she stuck out her tongue and lapped up a drop of
pre-cum that had formed on the tip of his penis, which throbbed as if
it had a life of its own.  With an elfin grin, Tiffany opened her lips
and engulfed the head.  Tom closed his eyes as her lips worked their
way down his shaft, finally stopping as the head hit the back of her
throat.
 
Tiffany sucked in her cheeks and slowly withdrew the organ from her
mouth, stopping as she reached the tip, then repeating her actions.  As
her head began to move faster, Tom began to rock his hips in rhythm,
thrusting his dick into her eager mouth.  Both began to moan as their
motion, now completely in sync reached a frantic pace.  Suddenly, with
one final spasm, Tom thrust forward and with a loud groan, explosively
came into Tiffany's mouth.  Her throat worked as she swallowed the
cream that must have flooded from the now softening dick, which finally
slipped from her slack lips.
 
Tom looked down with a satisfied smile, clearly ready to return the
oral favor, when from the dining hall came the sounds of campers,
arriving to help set up for lunch.  Quickly, the two dressed and
cleaned up the evidence of their tryst.
 
END interlude (This DOES explain the large budget expense for meat that
week.)
 
Return to normal time line:
 
Every day after lunch, we had health call, during which the nurse on
duty administered any medication, checked on ill campers, and otherwise
made sure all campers are healthy.  If I had time, I tried to help out
when I could, issuing meds and treating minor problems, like poison
ivy, scratches, etc.
 
With changeover completed, I had some time on this particular Sunday,
which was a stroke of good luck, as there seemed to be a longer line
than usual.  Apparently, the middle aged girls had decided to play a
little pick-up soccer after they finished eating, and I got to treat an
assortment of cuts and scrapes.  Last in my line was Hillary, a camper
who complained her ankle hurt.
 
I asked her to hop up on the desk I used as my exam table, and stretch
out her leg.  Sure enough, the ankle was slightly swollen.  As I gently
checked the ankle, I noticed that the hem of her baggy shorts had
fallen open, allowing me a partial view between her legs.
 
The view was not good, but I could see enough to be pretty sure this
girl was not wearing any underwear.  I had to quickly shift in my chair
to cover up the evidence of my discovery.  As I tried to subtly shift
her leg to get a better view, I must have squeezed a little to hard, as
she let out a squeak and yanked her leg away, closing the gap.   With a
sigh, I told her she's need to check with the nurse to see if she
needed x-rays.
 
Next Chapter: Rainy days and Wednesdays, wet t-shirts, and an
unexpected visitor to my cabin.
 
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