("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2009. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Girl Scout Camp Adventures By NetWanderer (address withheld) *** A guy who likes to spend his summers working up in the mountains at summer camps as a break from the hustle and bustle of city life gets a job at a Girl Scout Camp one summer. That summer he will never forget. (Mfg, fg, ped, bi, 1st, orgy) *** Author note: The persons, places, things, acts, etc. used in this story are FICTIONAL. No resemblance to any persons living, dead, and otherwise is entirely coincidental. To the author's knowledge, this type of activity does NOT occur at any Girl Scouts of America facility. Finally, this material is intended for reading and entertainment purposes only, at is NOT a recommendation of performing this type of activity. *** Chapter 1 - How It All Began 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 particular camp, but recently I've found myself moving from camp to camp, finding positions where available. I actually enjoy the summer break and the fresh air and being around youthful spirits recharges my inner batteries the rest of the year. 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, I'm 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, and then straight to camp with 22 girls. Piece of cake. The bus rolled into the parking lot where we were picking up the little rug-rats, 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 camper's 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 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 didn't 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 auditor I'm, 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 campers 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 dropped 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 pushing 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 could 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 Andy. 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... Chapter 3 - On The Ropes "A favor?" I asked the Program Director. I've learned to be wary when someone asks me a question like that; sometimes you bite off more than you can chew. This one was fairly straight forward 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 uniforms 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 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 backstage 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 off her coltish legs. 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, throwing 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 caused 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 friend's 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, and 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, it's 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. *** 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... 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, I met 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 director's door. "Come in." I heard her voice through the wood of the door. I opened the door and entered. Tracy (that's 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 AMAZING breasts. 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 I mind lending a hand. Well, 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 didn't 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. Apparently, one of the shower houses was having a plumbing problem, and he didn't trust his other guys to handle it, nor did he have time. "No problem," 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 shower houses 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 shower house, 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 girl's 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. Based 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 breathe 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 lying 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." Chapter Five - And On The Sixth Day... After the little escapade in the shower, all I wanted to do was rest and relax, but the guys from maintenance all had the night off. So, we went into town and hit the local watering hole. By the time we got back, I was in no shape to consider what had happened that night, let alone what to expect for the day ahead. My maintenance work the day before had put me a bit behind on my paperwork, so I expected to spend the morning in the office catching up. While I was working, the director stopped in to let me know she was leaving camp for a few hours, therefore I was in charge. No problem, part of the job. I went back to my paperwork (reviewing the medical logs. There are few ways to better ruin a good breakfast than by reading notes of treatment for 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 six days), not without a little relief, I called for the knocker to come in. Knocker was right, or rather "knockers" would be more accurate. Jackie was at the door, the head of the 13+ camper group. She was a tall, willowy blonde, about 6U2S, with VERY large breasts. To compound things, she liked to wear shirts that were always JUST large enough to comply with the dress code. Barely. "Dave?" she said. (That's me). "I've got a small problem. Got a minute?" "Sure, what's up?" I replied. "I've got a camper who says she has a problem but won't talk to me. I wanted Tracy, but her secretary said she was out of camp. Can you take a shot at it?" "More than happy to. Send her in." "One minute..." Jackie went out, and I heard her speak to someone for a second, but I couldn't make out what was said. I waited a moment, then I heard footsteps. In walked the camper in question, and I struggled to maintain a neutral expression. It was Andy! My heart tried to call into my throat as she closed the door behind her. My office was rather small, so I didn't keep a second chair around, just dragged one in from outside if I needed it. Andy looked around for a second, then perched on the corner of my desk. It didn't help my mental state much that Andy was wearing some denim shorts over what was either a body suit or bathing suit that showed off her developing curves. Except for those, all she was wearing was a pair of sandals and for a moment, I found myself mysteriously fascinated by the sight of her bare toes. I forced my mind back to reality. "So, Andrea, is it? What can I do for you." She looked down at the desk for a second, then back up. Clearing her throat with a little cough, she began to speak with a soft voice. "Well, actually, I wanted some advice, and I didn't wanna talk to Jackie cause of rumors, and well, you know..." "Go on..." "Well, there is this guy I like, he's like back home, and I'm not sure what to do about it. He's kinda shy and I don't wanna make him nervous? I've been thinking about him for 5 days now. What can I do?" I took a moment to frame a reply in my mind. It was hard to concentrate because Andy kept crossing and uncrossing her legs, showing off her muscles from the various spots she participated in. Finally, I got my thoughts together. "Well, honey, I think you're a little young to really have to worry about these things yet, but I promise you, when the time comes, you'll know just what to do." I know, it was a stock answer, and really evaded the question, but what could I have said? Besides, it seemed to satisfy her. She smiled as she stood up. "thanks, Dave, I'm glad you understand. I just needed to tell SOMEBODY...." 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 didn't 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 girl's 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 modeling 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 didn't recognize any of the voices, but the words were clear if I concentrated. "Truth," said one girl's voice. "You sure?" asked another voice. "Yup!" the first voice replied. "Okay, 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." There were a few giggles. "Oh boy!" There was a pause, followed by an embarrassed cough. "Well, the furthest I got was my boyfriend put his hand in my undies, and I felt his thingie..." There was a chorus of 'Oohs' and aahs'. "So what happened?" another voice asked anxiously. I settled down. This sounded like it was going to be interesting. The first girl continued. "It 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 we were just gonna like... kiss... and stuff, since we did that before." There was another pause. The girl who asked the question prompted the first one to continue. "Well, that's 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 like that for a while, then suddenly, I felt him touch my boobies." I almost snickered out loud at the way she used the word 'boobies', but I held it in and listened as she continued. "I 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 didn't 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 wouldn't 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, cus it felt so good." "I musta scared him, cus 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. Whose turn is it now?" Another voice spoke up "SSSSSH! She's 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 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 couldn't 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'll decide what to do about your missing curfew later. For now, please go back to your tent." She didn't 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. 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 it's 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 yourself." 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 modeling 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 dueling 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 aureole. 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. *** (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. Chapter 7 - Rainy Days And Wednesdays Get Me The Great Flood. Okay, perhaps I am exaggerating just a little, but it's 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 realized 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 aureole. 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 "Pocahontas" 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 day's 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 recognized 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 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 shower house, 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 couple of hours shut-eye 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 aluminum), 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 minute. Realizing 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 paralyzed 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... Chapter 8 - Discipline Must Be Maintained Bzzt! Bzzt! Bzzt! Bzzt! The insistent buzz of the alarm clock brought me back to the present from where my mind had been locked in a loop replaying the incredible events that happened in my cabin only hours ago. I had been unable to sleep ever since, only fitfully dozing. I stumbled through a shower and breakfast, and with my third cup of coffee, I was feeling almost alive, as I sat at my desk and worked on the weekly payables. It took a sheer effort of will to focus on the task at hand. Finally, I got into my rhythm, and my attention zeroed in on the job. I was almost halfway through the bill pile when there was a knock on my office door. Muttering "Yeah?" I looked up from my desk. One of the secretaries poked her head in. "Dave? There's a counselor here to see you. She said you told her to come by before lunch." Vainly, I tried to force my frazzled brain to recall who I had asked to come in. Shrugging, I told the secretary to send her in. When I saw who it was, I remembered. It was Nikki, and she was supposed to meet me to find out her punishment for breaking curfew the previous week. With all that had happened, it completely slipped my mind, so I put on a stern face and decided to see how it went. Before I could say anything, Nikki spoke up. "Dave, before you say anything, I just wanted you to know I'm really sorry and it won't happen again." Her hands knotted nervously as I tried to maintain a severe expression. I let the silence stretch for a moment, as her gaze alternated between me and the floor. I folded my hands together, and looked at her across my desk. "I'll tell you what. You caught me in a good mood, so I'll let you pick your own punishment. If I think it is fair, that's what it will be, but if I think it, it's too easy, I'll come up with something much worse!" I lifted my lips in a slight smile. Chewing her lip, Nikki thought about it, perhaps unsure about my offer. Finally, she came to a decision. "My father always said that bad girls needed a good spanking." All I can say in my own defense is that my brains were still addled from the night before, or I never would have considered that request. As it was, the professional in me urged me to reject the idea out of hand, but the last few days had encouraged my liberal side. I made my decision. Standing up, I stepped around my desk. "Sounds fair. Meet me at the firewood shed fifteen minutes after rest period starts. You can go, I'll see you then." I picked up a folder from my desk and pretended to read it, not looking at her as she left. I had to finish the bills by lunch, and the time pressure, coupled with sheer monotony, cleared my mind of thoughts about the pending encounter. It was only when I saw Nikki in the dining hall at lunch that my concerns reappeared, but I could hardly back down now. Besides, I didn't really WANT to. After lunch, I went directly to the wood shed where we kept some firewood dry for outdoor cooking, and to start larger blazes/ With the campers in tents for rest period, I knew no one would be up there. Inside the shed, which was brightly lit from ventilation windows around the roof, I rearranged some tree stumps and loose wood to serve as a bench. Sitting down, I waited for Nikki to arrive. At precisely fifteen minutes into the rest period, I heard foot steps approach, then a tap on the door. Nikki's voice. "Dave?" "Come." I replied. The door opened and Nikki stepped in, closing the door behind her. She turned to face me. Nikki was about 5'6", maybe 120lbs. Short brown hair came down to her neck, and hung in bangs over her blue eyes. A halter top covered her above average sized breasts, complimented by white denim-like shorts, white socks, and sneakers. From where I sat, I could see her face held an expression that was a mix of apprehension and anticipation. I spoke up. "Since you were twenty-five minutes late, you will be spanked 25 times. I think you know the position." I pointed to my lap. Without a word, Nikki walked over and kneeled, then leaned across my lap, so I supported most of her weight. In this position, her ass was raised slightly, directly under my right hand, while the underside of her breasts brushed the outside of my left leg. Not wanting to allow time for second thoughts, I started in immediately. As I counted out "One." I dropped my left hand firmly to strike her on the left buttock. A sharp gasp from Nikki let me know she felt it. Pausing slightly, I delivered strike number two to the other cheek with slightly more force. This time, I thought I heard a small moan accompany the gasp. Strikes three and four followed rapidly, and by five and six, I was sure that Nikki was enjoying the punishment as much, or possibly more, than I was. This was confirmed after strike number eight, when I allowed my hand to briefly rest on her denim covered ass, which rose up to meet my hand, accompanied by a definite moan. Time to up the ante, I decided. I temporarily stopped my actions, and told Nikki to stand up. She looked at me with a puzzled expression. I pointed to her, "I think those shorts are providing too much padding. Remove them." Anxiously, I waited to see if I had pushed things too far. With an unreadable expression on her face, Nikki reached down and undid the upper snap and zipper. The white shorts fell to the floor, revealing emerald green panties, with a black waistband. High cut, it revealed her hips nicely. Without being asked, she resumed her previous position. I paused only for a moment to admire the silk covered ass before delivering stroke number nine. This time, as my hand impacted her panty covered cheek, I could clearly feel her push her pussy against my leg, with yet another moan. Alternating from left to right, I rapidly fired of strikes ten, eleven, twelve, and thirteen. After each stroke, for only a moment, I rested my hand on the reddened cheek lightly, feeling her squirm. I could feel a small wet spot forming on my leg from the front of her panties. Numbers fifteen and sixteen produced clear moans of pleasure, so I decided to see how far I could take this. I told her to rise again, and hesitantly, she turned to face me. I reached out and hooked my finger under the top of her halter top and pulled her closer, turning her sideways. Idly, I traced a finger around the rear of her panties, feeling the muscles quiver slightly. Her eyes were closed, but popped open as I delivered a sharp smack. In the sternest voice I could still manage, I told her to remove the panties, there was still too much padding. The look on her face again got unreadable, and I thought I had overdone it. As I was about to tell her to disregard that instruction, she turned and hooked her fingers into the black waistband. With her back to me, she lowered the green material to the ground, revealing her perfect, if slightly red, ass to my view. Stepping out of the panties, she returned to her position quickly, again with no comment. Looking closer, I could see the red marks made by some of my harder impacts. From where the front folds of her pussy rested against my leg, I could feel a warm, damp feeling, and I realized just how much she was enjoying this. Also, she had repositioned herself so that her side was in contact with my dick, now as hard as a steel pole. Nine strikes to go. I brought my hand down on the naked flesh of her left buttock and was rewarded with a low groan, and an increased feeling of dampness on my leg. Numbers eighteen, nineteen and twenty only intensified the effect. Deciding to turn things up one final notch, after strike twenty-one, I let my hand remain on her twitching ass, massaging and exploring with the tips of my fingers. She responded by wiggling her whole lower body, and a whispered, "yessss..." Abruptly, I removed my hand and struck again. Whap! This time, I used my whole hand to massage the affected globe. Her wriggling motion was almost constant now, and my leg was positively wet. Number twenty three repeated the process on the other cheek, while twenty-four was spread across both. I allowed my hand to continue massaging, as I let the anticipation build for the final stroke. Nikki was whimpering now, as if begging for release. With my left hand, I spread her cheeks to uncover her lower openings. I raised my right hand and brought it down sharply, direct on her rear entry, the impact of the strike driving the tip of my finger inside. The stimulation pushed Nikki over the edge, and she screamed as a small stream of fluid ran over my leg. Her legs shuddered as she tried to maintain her position. Leaving her on all fours, I extracted myself and stepped to the cabin door. "I hope we've learned our lesson," I said as I stepped out. Closing the door behind me, I realized that as deterrents went, what just happened probably was not all that effective. Ah well. I started back to the office, but a feeling of tightness in my underwear indicated a visit to my cabin first was in order. The rest of the day passed with little incident, mainly as the campers were busy preparing for the evening's main activity, the annual fashion show. The fashion show was one of the big events of the season. Many campers brought special items from home. Even some of the staff participated. To respect some of the campers' concerns, all male staff were given the evening off, and 'encouraged' to leave camp. Ordered actually. I planned ahead. The maintenance crew wanted me to go out them, but I begged off, claiming that Tracy had lent me the wagon to run some personal errands. She had, but I don't think she realized quite what I had in mind. After dinner, I waited for the maintenance crew and the cook to head off, got in the wagon, and headed out the main entrance. About three hundred yards down the access road, I pulled the wagon off into a small clearing hidden from view, locked it, and made my way back to the Rec-Hall by way of a small trail. The rec-hall was still dark, and I quickly used a small maintenance ladder to climb up through a trapdoor into the old storage loft, pulling the ladder up after me. We didn't use the old loft anymore, and during the day I had tacked down a few boards to allow me to move back and forth around the Rec-Hall without noise, and observed. At one end of the loft, I had a view of the dressing area backstage, and at the other, an old fan vent gave me a clear view of the stage. A couple bottles of water and a flashlight were all I needed. I dug a paperback out of my packet and waited for the entertainment to begin. The campers started to pile in somewhere in the middle of chapter 12. The fashion show had a fairly simple format, so that everyone could watch, a group of eight or ten campers in a particular theme would go backstage, set up, and then come out. After that, the next group would go back, while the audience talked, everyone sat down again, and the process repeated. I had seen the program at the office earlier, which called for 'daywear', 'swimwear', 'evening wear', 'sleepwear', 'staff wear', and something called 'nightwear'. The first group went backstage. I didn't expect much from the daywear category out front, so I crept along the rafters to the rear of the hall. Through a hole in the ceiling, I could look straight down and see a fairly decent sized area of the dressing room. I could see the girls milling around, but most of them had worn their outfits in, hiding them under sheets or something similar. At the edge of my field of vision, I could see what appeared to be the tips of a pair of bra-encased tits, but they never moved clearly into view. The campers started to move out front, so I went back to my seat by the vent as the music began. Tracy introduced Jackie as the evening's MC, and they started. She was sitting behind a table next to the stage, with only her head visible behind a light and sound controls. Each girl came out to 'her song', and stepped/twirled to the end of a runway made from tables leading off the stage. After spinning once or twice, she walked back, posed, and stepped backstage. The first few outfits were nothing special, just nicer versions of the usual items seen around camp. The kids seemed to enjoy it, as the applause was loud after every presenter. My interested perked up, however, as Jackie said "Now, for something a little more 'daring', here's Sandra, in a summer outfit sure to catch the guys eyes.'" From behind the curtain, out came Sandra, a blond, 15- year-old camper whose athletic body had captured my attention repeatedly over the past few days. She had wrapped a large towel around herself, and as she got halfway down the runway, she tossed it over her shoulder and let it fall. There was a collection of gasps and applause from the crowd, and I almost joined in. Sandra was wearing a white 'crop top' that was about two sizes too small, with no bra. Her nipples could be seen quite clearly through the material, on either side of a heart shaped cut out that showed off her wonderful cleavage. Her belly button was exposed over the waistband of a tiny pair of denim shorts that had to have been applied with a shoe-horn. Every curve of muscle was clearly defined through the fabric, and a vague outline of her pubic mound could be seen around the front zipper. As she turned, you could see the tension of the shorts compress her cheeks together. Sandals without socks completed the outfit. After she left the stage to thunderous applause, the remainder of the daywear group was anti-climactic. Deciding I would rather be surprised, I stayed where I was to wait for the swimwear group. Through the vent, I could see the campers and staff milling around, as they waited for the swimwear group to begin. In what I found to be a surprisingly short time, Jackie asked everyone to take their seats. This time, the house lights were dimmed, and the stage's corner spots were turned on to highlight the center area. Jackie's voice came through the sound system. "Our first model, from the Junior division is Becky, wearing a one-piece from her 'Baywatch' collection. Becky stepped out from behind the curtain, an eight- year-old blond wearing a red bathing suit like the ones used in the TV series. As she pirouetted at the end, the suit rode up between her ass cheeks, highlighting them nicely. "Next is Trish, from the Debutantes (older middle girls). She's modeling another one-piece outfit." Trish was an eleven-year-old brunette, just starting to develop. The green one-piece she wore hugged her curves nicely. "Our third model is Amanda, from the juniors, with the final one-piece of the night, called Peek-A-Boo." Amanda was 9, with brown hair. When she stepped out, she was wearing what appeared to be a standard solid white bathing suit. However, as she walked the runway, her hand reached down and pulled off the side of the suit, revealing bare skin. As she moved, additional sections of the suit, presumably held on by something like Velcro were removed, leaving areas of naked skin on both her sides and belly, as well as the upper center of the chest, creating a decidedly erotic look. "THAT was interesting. Next is one of our seniors, Jeanette, with her 'Tie-Dye' bikini, which she made herself, here at camp." Jeanette was 14, and nicely built, with long legs. She had tie-dyed a white bikini with purple, pink, and yellow patterns, so that the patterns centered right on her nipples and pubic mound. "Next is Erica, also from our seniors group, in her 'metallic fantasy'. Erica, a fourteen-year-old with bright blond hair, came out wearing a bikini that looked like it had been made of tiny silver scales. As she moved, the metallic fabric shifted, catching the light and pulling looker's attentions to different parts of her body. "From the juniors comes Diane, wearing 'Pink Delight'. When Diane came out, my first thought was to wonder what parent sent that to camp for a nine-year-old. Diane, a blonde, was wearing a pink micro bikini-top, which had her breasts started to develop, would not have covered them. At is was, small rises of flesh around the edge of the pink triangles showed where nature was beginning its work. Her pink bottoms consisted of only a string around the waist, and a triangle of fabric so small as to be noticed only by the color difference. As she spread her legs in the turn at the end of the runway, the hairless lips of her pussy clearly became visible for a moment to the sides of the cloth. On her route back, the pink string that made of the bikini's rear literally disappeared between her cheeks. "Last, but certainly not least is Michelle, from our Rockettes (younger middle) division, wearing Neon Nights." Michelle, an eleven-year-old brunette just starting to develop, was wearing a bright neon orange bikini. Nothing special, as compared to the last two, but when she reached the end of the runway, she untied the top and tossed it down, Underneath was a slightly smaller neon yellow bikini top. The same happened to the bottoms. The lights came back up, as the models for the eveningwear got ready to perform. While interesting, I had hopes for better things. As the performers got ready for the next set, I traversed the loft again, and tried to peek in on the activity below. Alas, someone had hung a cloth or towel of some kind over a string that had been under the view hole, and I couldn't see a thing. Grumbling under my breath, I returned to my position. Some long minutes later, the lights finally dimmed. Out of the speaker system came a steady beat, one of the songs that were popular back then, I forget the title. Jackie's voice rose over the music, as the lights dimmed almost totally and a spot went up on center stage. "First up, we have Brenda. Brenda is modeling her version of our Girl Scout Uniform, suitable for more than just meetings." She wasn't kidding. Brenda, a leggy 15 year old with light auburn hair and a muscular build had made some major changes to the uniform. The standard skirt had been lengthened to mid-calf, with a slit side that allowed her light leg to show almost to her hip when she walked. As she turned, the high cut revealed a flash of her white panties. She had shortened the sleeves of the uniform top, and left the upper two buttons open, with a neckerchief hanging below the opening, which drew the viewers eyes to the tops of her young, firm, breasts. A slightly small vest, and a beret at a rakish angle completed the ensemble. This outfit could turn a Girl Scout recruiting poster into a porno film ad. Brenda left the stage to thunderous applause. The spotlight refocused on the center stage. Next up is Janine, from our Rockettes division, wearing the 'layered' look. Janine stepped out from behind the curtain. Initially, her outfit was not very impressive, consisting of just a navy sweatshirt and white sweat pants. A different voice came over the sound system, a camper, but I could not recognize it, or see the speaker. "Not all evenings are fancy dress affairs. Sometimes, you want something a little more comfortable, less formal, and more versatile. Janine tossed her light brown hair over her shoulder. "First, we have a basic sweat outfit, good for a walk on the beach, or a trip to the movies. Janine posed. "If you feel a bit warm, you can remove the top." Janine reached down, and with that crossed arm motion I always find so exciting, quickly removed the sweatshirt. Underneath was a tight black T-shirt that outlined her girlish curves and budding tits. "Still warm? Off with the bottoms!" With a swing of her hips, Janine pulled the sweatpants down her legs and over her bare feet. This revealed a dark green pair of parachute pants that billowed out around her legs. "If after all that, you are still a bit warm, you can go one layer further." Again with the crossed arm motion, Joanne skinned off the T-shirt and tossed her hair again. A pale yellow sports bra highlighted her now revealed tummy. Tiny bumps could be seen through the stretching fabric. "Finally, after you get home, its time to get comfortable...." With a quick motion, she grasped the tie to the parachute pants and pulled. Dropping to the floor, they revealed a pair of light yellow boxer shorts that matched the bra. Janine took a quick turn on the catwalk, gathered up her clothes, and returned backstage. While interesting, neither of the next two presenters were worth detailing. Peri, a junior modeled a fancy dress, and Belle modeled an evening gown that would have been far more attractive on someone who, shall we say, was a little more slender. There was an expectant hum from the crowd as the last eveningwear model got ready. This was traditionally a counselor, in a spectacular outfit. I wasn't disappointed. "Our final eveningwear model is Terri, who is modeling a selection from a certain well- known catalog." As I heard the name, I immediately perked up. Terri was a tall brunette with hazel eyes. She tended to wear baggy, loose clothing around camp, but even that could not conceal what appeared to be a spectacular figure. When she stepped out into the circle of light formed by the spot, my dick, in all seriousness, turned into a bar of iron. Terri was wearing a one piece dress of a spandex like material, bright red. Two shoulder straps scooped down into a plunging v-neck which displayed the cleavage between her pert breasts. A zipper travelled the full length of the dress to a high cut hem. If she turned just so, a patch of shadow was the only cover her panties had. As she reached the end of the catwalk and turned around, I found myself forcibly restraining myself from jerking off right there. The back of the dress plunged all the way down to just above a gorgeous ass, and the short hem produced only a patch of shadow even smaller than the one in front. When she left the stage, the audience was too stunned even to clap for several seconds. As the lights came up, I leaned my head back and waited for the lump in my pants to subside. Thankfully, it would take a few minutes for the swimwear models to get ready. Fortunately for my composure, the sleepwear selection was unremarkable, consisting of sleep-shirts, pajamas, and the like. As the presentation concluded, there seemed to be a palpable tension rising in the room. After the lights were back on, Jackie sent the two youngest divisions back to their beds. Once they were gone, the tension rose higher as the lights dimmed for the last section. "Finally, ladies, just for us older girls, we have our 'nightwear' collection. There are three presenters tonight, and I think you will like all of them." Music came up again, this time a slow and sensual theme. As the volume rose slightly, there was a flash of stockinged leg and cloth through the curtain. I knew who it was immediately, as we only had one African- American counselor, Keisha. Well, the only word I can use is that Keisha 'slinked' from behind the curtain. She was wearing a white terry cloth robe, and below the hem of the robe, I could see white stockings, which led to white shoes with 4 inch heels. As I noticed the shoes, the robe dropped to the floor. If ë had needed to restrain myself before, I wish I was tied down just then. Keisha was wearing a white, tie-front corset, with gauzy sleeves covering her arms. The zigzagging ties in front pushed her ample cleavage up and out as her belly button peeked between the laces. Elastic bands were clipped from the bottom of the corset to her stocking, highlighting white thin panties through which her pubic hair was clearly visible. As she struck a couple of poses, I could feel drops of liquid oozing from the end of my again hard manhood. I didn't have time to recover, because as soon as she left, the spot moved to the side of the stage for model number 2. Out came Angie, a gorgeous brunette, who was dating Mike. I could only think what a lucky guy he was as I fairly drooled at the sight of her outfit. As she dropped her blue robe, the tops of her tits nearly spilled over the top of a floral print bustier, which looked like it was ready to burst the tie that was the only thing holding it closed at the top. A matching G- string panty the size of a large stamp barely covered her pussy mound, while tight fishnet stockings and black heels accented every curve on her legs. By now, there was a definite wet spot in my crotch area, as I watched the spot traverse the stage. Standing there was Ilene, a petite blond. Her red robe fell apart and off her shoulders. She was wearing a pair of brief white floral panties that were tied at each side with small bows, and a clip front bra, which she was covering with her arms. As the light full hit her, she dropped her arms to her side and posed. Everyone gasped. The bra had no front panels! Her solid pink nipples poked out firmly from her firm breasts, which jiggled as she posed. My dick throbbed painfully. As the spot widened, all three girls came out on stage. As the bowed, I lost it. My head rocked back as I spasmed wildly. Without every touching myself, I felt the cum pour out of my spurting cock into my pants. By the time I recovered, gasping, from my intense orgasm, the three beauties had left the stage and everyone was leaving the hall. I waited for the room to clear and snuck back to the wagon, stopping at the cabin for a change of clothes. Thankfully, my jeans mostly look alike. After picking up the wagon, I ran a few errands to keep up appearances and returned to camp about an hour before curfew. I was still a little too agitated to sleep, so I decided to take a quick stroll around the grounds. It seemed like a lot of people were out, I barely saw anyone. As I was passing a trail to the lake area, I heard the sounds of giggling and splashing. Curious, I headed down the trail to see what was going on. Apparently a few of the staff, taking advantage of the guys being out of camp had decided to go skinny dipping. Had I realized this, I probably would have been quietly, but as it was, they heard me and grabbed their towels, affording me only a tantalizing glimpse of breasts and assess as they skittered past me. Funny though, I could swear one or two of them winked at me as they went past. Finally relaxed, I returned to my cabin to get a good nights sleep. Thanks be I only had a 1/2 day on Friday before my day off. Chapter 9 - Games People Play TGFF. Well, more accurately, TGFDO. Thank G-d for days off. Especially if they start on a Friday. These were my thoughts as I spent the morning making sure all the necessary work was done before leaving for 24 hours of down time. It was a bright, sunny, warm, day and I look forward to an afternoon of hiking, a quiet night at a local motel (alone!), a large breakfast made with REAL eggs, and a leisurely walk back to camp by noon Saturday. I left the camp in order, I came back in the middle of a mess. Don't get me wrong, Kids have to be Kids and all that, but apparently things had gotten a bit out of hand the night before. Apparently, five of the 15 year old campers had decided to play a joke on the junior 'bed-wetters'. Late at night, just before curfew, they snuck out of their tents and dumped buckets of ice water of the Juniors bedrolls, with the Juniors inside them. The resultant screams woke the camp before the Seniors could return to their own beds. The damage was minimal, people were apparently more upset at being woke up. When I came back on Sat, the five culprits had just finished washing and drying (by hand!) the clothes they had soaked, and were waiting at a picnic table to hear what the rest of their punishment would be. Traci filled me in, and immediately seconded her decision. That night, the entire camp was going out to see a movie featuring the latest heartthrob (I forget who it was). Making our 'fearsome five' remain behind in camp, in an empty tent, seemed like a good punishment. Well, I couldn't go suggesting the Nikki method now, could I? Traci asked me if I wouldn't mind doing the honors and staying behind to keep an eye on things. "No problem." I replied, "not my kind of film anyway." Promising to find em a counselor to keep me company (darn), she went off to inform or juvenile delinquents of their revised evening schedule. A chorus of groans told me she had. I went back to my cabin and packed away some laundry I had done the last evening. Funny, it seemed like I had more underwear when I came to camp. I spent the rest of the day catching up around camp, and even found time for a leisurely boat ride across the lake. Fully recharged and refreshed for the first time in weeks, the afternoon passed quickly for me. Right after dinner, the girls got ready to board buses for their movie trip. The theater was about an hour away, so they had to leave early in time to make the show. My five charges were sent to the empty tent where they would be spending their evening. We had taken an unused tent in the Junior division and tied the rear flap closed from the outside, and thrown some mattresses in there so the girls had some place to sit or lay. We allowed each girl to bring a pillow, as well as books or whatever else small they wanted. I arrived about fifteen minutes after the girls did. The tent flap was closed, and I could hear talking coming from inside, probably the girls complaining about how unfair this all was. The flap popped open, and out came the counselor who would be joining me this evening at the tent the other campers were now jokingly calling the 'isolation ward.' To my great surprise and pleasure, it was Kate. We had not had a good chance to talk since I brought her to camp, so it looked like this was going to be a better evening than I thought. Turns out she didn't like romantic films much either. I smiled at Kate as a poked my head into the tent to let the girls know I was there. I warned them very firmly that if Kate or I had to come into the tent for ANY reason, I'd think of something worse than this. "Other than that," I promised, "we'll leave you alone for the rest of the evening." Before I left, I looked over the five girls, who were sprawled on the mattresses in various positions. Closest to the flap was Samantha, a petite brunette with large breasts. Beyond her was Caroline, light brown hair, about 5'2", 1110 max. To her right was Bambi (really), a tall-for-her-age blonde with nice legs. Just in front of Bambi was Lois. Lois was only 4'8" or so but had a wonderful ass often covered by her long blond hair. Finally, there was Marnie, the group's 'leader', about 5' 4" with a body some models would kill for. I was given to believe she had done a few commercials for juniors lingerie. Fixing the girls with what I hoped was one last menacing glare, I left the tent and shut the flap and went over to the picnic table we had setup up outside. A quick treatment with some bug repellent, Oreos unpacked, and we were set for the night. Kate and I spent the next hour or so catching up on camp and such, going over what happened since she had arrived, our last days off, etc. When we paused in our conversation, we noticed that it seemed awfully quiet inside the tent. Deciding to check in without letting them know we were, we crept around the side of the tent and peered in through a window, the flap to which we had conveniently left a little open just for such an occasion. As it turned out, everything was just fine. The girls had pulled their mattresses together in the center of the tent and were playing poker, using M&M's as chips. We were about to sneak back to the table when I heard Marnie speak up. "This is SO boring." Bambi replied, "I have an idea. What about Strip Poker?" The girls all nodded, so Bambi went on. "Let's see, everyone gets 10 M&Ms. When you run out of M&Ms, you have to take of a piece of clothing, then everyone gives you two from their pile. Sound fair?" All the girls agreed, and Bambi divided the M&Ms as Lois reshuffled the cards. All the girls were wearing sweats, it was a surprising cool night and we had left them a fan in the tent, mostly to cover any noise we might have made while checking on them. I got up from a crouch and started to head for the table, but before I moved, I felt Kate's hand grab my wrist. I looked at her and was shocked when she mouthed the words "Let's stay and watch!" I didn't even have to respond, my expression must have said it all. With a smile, Kate pulled me down to sit on a stump where we could see in, but they could not see us unless they came right up to the window. With her hand still grasping my wrist, Kate found a spot next to me and turned to watch the activity. "What the hell, there is always unemployment..." I thought to myself. At least, since the seven of us were the only ones in camp, we were not going to be interrupted. While we were getting settled, the girls had started their game. We watched them play, and listened as they went, starting slow, but getting into a good game rhythm. It didn't take long for the first victim to fall. Ironically, it was the one who suggested the game, Bambi. The other girls teased her gently as she pulled her sweatshirt over her head. Underneath was a pale yellow T-shirt that showed the outline of her bra beneath. Shortly after, Samantha, Caroline and Lois all lost their sweatshirts, all were wearing T-shirts. Caroline and Samantha both had on blue T's, Lois's was black. Caroline was the first girl to lose a different piece of clothing. Losing her last M&M to Marnie, she stood and stepped out of her sweatpants, but the length of her shirt prevented any view we may have had. I was still a little uncomfortable with this situation. Looking over at Kate, I saw she was paying rapt attention to the activities going on inside the tent. Checking her hand on my wrist, I notice that her grip had loosened, and her fingers had started to move slightly back and forth on the inside of my wrist. Comforting myself with the thought that she was as guilty as I, I returned my attention to the game. During my musings, no one had lost any more clothing, buy Marnie had acquired a small fortune in M&M's and all the other girls were almost out. It was obvious where the luck was so far tonight. Sure enough, two hands later, both Bambi and Samantha again found themselves out of candy. Bambi, as if slightly embarrassed, stood and stepped out of her sweats quickly, but I caught a flash of pink before her T-shirt settled. To my surprise, Samantha didn't remove her pants, but instead pulled off her T-shirt. Her melon sized breasts were barely held in by a white sports-style bra. The pressure on the bra material forced it tightly over her nipples, making them stand out prominently. The tables turned for a few hands, and Marnie lost her M+M hoard, as well as her sweatshirt and green T-shirt, leaving her upper body covered by only a black sports bra. The sight of her perfect tits clad only in that bra made my mouth water. Giving Marnie the required two M&Ms left Samantha empty so after losing the next had, she too had to give up her sweatpants. Underneath, she had on plain white cotton panties, cut high on the side. Her legs were spectacular. I stole another glance at Kate, whose hand was now running up and down the entire length of my arm. Her attention was still firmly focused on the inside of the tent, so I decided to take advantage of this and moved a little closer to her, so that we were almost touching. When I turned my attention back to the tent, Lois had lost her sweat pants and Caroline had just run out of M&M's. Getting to her knees, she lifted her t-shirt over her head and tossed it into the corner. As she shook out her hair, her adolescent breasts shimmied under a white lacy bra. Lois interrupted the game. "I have another idea. Let's change the rules. First, if anyone loses a piece of clothing, the person with the winning hand gets to remove it. AND if the winning hand is a straight flush or better, the winner gets to remove one piece of clothing from everyone!" All the girls looked at each other, and agreed. The cards were dealt again. This time, as the cards were dealt, there was a greater level of tension in the tent. It took a few hands before anything happened, but finally Marnie tossed down her cards. "Damn, not one M+M." Who won? Bambi smiled as she held up her hand with three Aces and motioned Marnie to stand. Kneeling in front of the standing teen, Bambi hooked her thumbs into the waistband of Marnie's sweatpants. With a yank, she jerked them down to the ankles. Marnie was wearing light blue bikini panties, through which her black pubic hair was faintly visible before she quickly sat back down. Candy traded positions for another few hands until Bambi found herself on the short end of the sugar, as it were. This time, Caroline had the winning hand, a full house. Bambi stood up as Caroline came over to her. With an impish grin on her lips, Caroline grasped the bottom of Bambi's T-shirt and slowly raised it towards Bambi's head. Bambi gave a visible shudder as the hem of the shirt crossed the front of her breasts, silhouetted nicely in profile, contained in an emerald green silk bra. Caroline pulled the T-shift off and added it to the pile in the corner. It finally penetrated my stunned consciousness that it had grown dark outside. Fully committed now, I nudged Kate and motioned that we should move closer to the window so we could get an even better view. Quickly, we picked up the log stumps we had been sitting on and slid em closer to the tent. When we put them down, the logs were closer together and I felt her hand reach behind me and start scratching my back. It was a little chilly, so I put my hand around her and pulled her a bit closer too. No one had lost any clothing while we were resettling, and a hand was just ending. Samantha smiled as she displayed three kings, and pointed to Lois as she started to scoop up the candy pile.. Before she could move, Caroline said "Hold It!" and flipped her cards into the center of the table. There was a collective "Oh Damn!." Straight flush, 9-5 in hearts. Smiling broadly, Caroline lined the girls up, thankfully on the opposite side of the tent facing us. She took a second to decide who was first, but finally motioned Bambi forward. "Alphabetical order always works..." Caroline turned Brandi sideways giving us an excellent profile view. Stepping around the slightly trembling Bambi, she reached up and undid the clasp on the back of the emerald green bra, easing it around to the front, and up. I couldn't tell for sure, but it looked to me as if she had deliberately caused the material to brush Bambi's nipples. As the bra fell away, Bambi's breasts settled out, as her nipples hardened in the cool air. Perhaps being merciful, Caroline told Bambi to sit down. Lois' turn. Tentatively, she stepped to where Brandi had just vacated. Smiling even more broadly, Caroline stepped to Lois' front and tugged her T-shirt up. As the hem slipped past the underside of her breasts, it was clear that Lois was not wearing a bra. This time I was sure. As Caroline raised the T-shirt, she definitely pushed the material tight against the front of Lois' tits. Lois swayed slightly as the T-shirt cleared her head and flew into the corner. The loss of her T-shirt also revealed pale blue bikini bottoms, covering that ass. God what an ass, even better than I imagined. Lori stood for a moment, then sat too. I was monetarily distracted by pressure on my right leg. I looked down, and saw that Kate had put her free hand on my thigh and was kneading up and down gently. I wasted no time in doing the same with my free hand. I didn't want to miss the show, so I quickly looked back into the tent. Marnie had taken over the spot just vacated by Lori. I felt my manhood rise inside my sweats as I thought of those delicious breasts soon to be freed from their confinement. Caroline stepped behind Marnie and ran her fingers up Marnie's sides, causing her to jump slightly. Reaching the bottom of Marnie's bra, she grasped the front and rear and lifted quickly, leaving Marnie's breasts bouncing slightly as they snapped free. My dick sprang to full attention, and I worried for a second about Kate's hand which was inching ever closer with each stroke, as mine travelled further up the leg of her sweats. Alas, my view of Marnie's pear shaped breasts was all to short as she sat and covered them with crossed arms. Meanwhile, Caroline had brought Samantha over. Due to the size of Samantha's tits, Caroline had some difficulty removing her bra, but finally worked it free. Once released, they settled into place, as her nipples joined the rest poking out into the cold air.. She rejoined the other seated players. All the girls silently looked at one another, as if to say "Now what!?" Marnie broke the silence. "How about once last hand. Winner take all, the others have to do WHATEVER she says for the rest of the night..." Everyone glanced at her neighbors, uncertainly, then nodded. Engrossed in the unfolding events, I jumped as Kate's hand made contact with the lump in my pants, which had begun to subside only slightly. Embarrassed, I quickly looked in her direction, but she just smiled, and turned back to the tent window. Her fingers continued their stroking, not changing their location. One good turn deserved another, so I inched my fingers closer to her crotch. Her legs parted slightly. From her back, I moved my other hand to her side, lightly scratching her ribs and the sides of her breasts through her clothing. The girls had dealt out their last hand and were looking at their cards. All of them took 2 or 3 cards, so there was no clear winner. No one wanted to be the first to show their hand, so there was a long pause until Samantha, with a muttered "Damn!" put her cards on the mattresses...face up. Pair of 2s. She looked up. Caroline - Three of a kind in 3s. Lori - Two Pair, Queens and 4s. Marnie - Three of a Kind in 5s. Everyone looked at Bambi, who laid out her cards. Ace high. As one, they all turned to Marnie who broke into a big smile. "Showtime!". Marnie looked around at her fellow campers, vaguely reminding me of the way one might choose meat in a butcher shop. You could almost sense the gears turning in her head as she considered her options. Finally, she pointed to Caroline, still clad in a bra and briefs, she said "Well, you still seem to be a bit overdressed. We need to fix that. Who wants to volunteer?" Possibly hoping to get whatever Marnie had in mind over sooner, Bambi raised her hand slowly. Marnie directed Lois and Samantha to move out of the way, and positioned two mattresses together on the center of the floor. Settling herself against the side of the tent, she directed Caroline to lie on her back in the center of the mattresses, and told Bambi to get two T-shirts from the discarded clothing pile and come over to her. With one T-shirt, Marnie blindfolded the kneeling teen, then tied her hands together with the remaining shirt, so that the palms faced each other. The bound teen was then directed to kneel at Caroline's side, so that her knees were touching Caroline's ribs. "Bambi, I want you to remove Caroline's bra and panties. You can only use your hands as is." Bambi lowered her bound hands in search of Caroline's bra. Unable to see, she landed them on Caroline's midsection, causing a small gasp. Caroline started to speak, but a look from Marnie, with her finger over her lips, cautioned her to silence. As she explored with her fingers, trying to orient herself on Caroline's body, the tickling motion made the reclining teen squirm. Finally, Bambi's questing fingers found the material of Caroline's bra, and from there quickly guided themselves to the clasp in the center. It took only a moment for the bra to spring open, revealing breasts topped by brown aureole. While removing the bra, Bambi's hands, clumsy because of the bonds, scraped the surface of each breast, causing their nipples, and Caroline, to rise in arousal. Caroline raised her body, and the bra was slipped off. In the silence, all the girls could be heard to be breathing a little heavier. The bra removed, Bambi trailed her fingers down Caroline's body, eliciting small tremors until she reached the waistband of the pale yellow panties. With her hands tied, Bambi could not reach both sides of the undergarment, so was forced to pull the garment down from the front. As she did so, she revealed Caroline's light brown pussy hair, and her hands brushed Caroline's mound, causing the teen to moan. Once that was passed, the panties were quickly removed off Caroline's leg. Marnie stood, untied Bambi and sent them back with the other two. As Marnie planned her next actions, the lull in activity allowed the girls in the tent to relax slightly, and my attention to return to my own body. Kate's hand had not stopped, and the tip of my dick was threatening to poke out of the top of my jeans. I had not been idle, and noticed a slight dampness where my finger had been making circular motions between Kate's legs. I decided to up the tempo a bit, but before I could, my attention was drawn back to the interior of the tent. Marnie now had Lois standing at attention in the center of the mattresses and was giving her instructions. "No matter what happens you can't move or make a sound. If you do, you will have to go outside, dressed just like this. Understand?" Lois swallowed once, and nodded. Idly, I wondered why no one had "chickened out" but attributed it to the female version of male pride. Leaving Lois standing, Marnie went over to Samantha and whispered a set of instructions into her ear. Samantha's expression rapidly changed from curiosity, to amazement, to downright shock, to a broad smile. Lois just looked more nervous. Instructions completed, Marnie moved back to her previous seat to watch as Samantha rose and stepped towards a trembling Lois. As she got closer, Samantha picked up one of the discarded T-shirts, then stepped behind Lois, blindfolded her, and stepped behind her. Reaching forward, Samantha slowly scraped her nails down Lois' back. The blonde trembled slightly, but did not move. After a few seconds of this, it was obvious Lois was not giving in, so Samantha tried a little harder. Stepping forward she pressed the tips of her breasts into Lois' back and reached around. While moving her breasts gently against the blonde's back, Samantha took each of Lois' nipples between a finger and thumb and kneaded them gently. Lois' nipples sprang to attention and she swayed slightly, but still did not move or utter a sound. Samantha kept trying for a moment or two longer, but unable to evoke a response from Lois, played what would be her last card. Removing one hand from Lois' breasts, Samantha moved it down and slipped it under the waistband of Lois' pale blue panties. Through the material, I could see her finger massage the front of Lois' womanhood, then slip inside! The muscles stood out on Lois' neck from the effort she was making to keep still and silent. Just when it looked like she was going to lose the battle, Marnie called out, "Time!" and Samantha stopped and stepped away. "Lois, I told Samantha that if she was able to make you move in five minutes or less, after you came back in, she could do whatever she wanted with you for the rest of the night. Since she didn't, I suppose it is only fair if you get to do whatever you want with HER for the rest of the night..." Lois turned and looked at Samantha. I couldn't see her expression, but Samantha's face went red, then pale. Marnie told the two of them to sit, and wait till she was done. As Marnie pondered her next move, I made mine. Altering the motion of my hand, I started circling a larger area, finally reaching the elastic of Kate's sweats. With each arc, I caught the top of the material and tugged slightly, causing the waistband to slide a little lower. After a few rotations, I could feel the silky material of her panties, or whatever she was wearing. Another few motions, and over an inch was revealed. Kate noticed my actions, and removing her hand from my back, lifted her hips off the seat. Accepting the offered invitation, I grasped the sides of her sweatpants with both hands and pulled them down, leaving them to pool around her ankles. Both of my hands went back to their earlier positions, this time with less material between myself and her, as I also slipped my hands under the back of her shirt. I felt her hands fumbling with the button on my jeans. After a moment, the button popped open, and I heard and felt my zipper pop open, along with a cool gust of air on my overheated privates. I was able to lift my hips without using my hands, and soon my pants were in the same position as hers. With one hand, she returned to stroking my dick through my underwear, paying special attention to the tip, now poking above the waistband of my jockeys, slowly oozing fluid. Pausing, she took a drop of the fluid on the tip of her finger and raised it to her mouth, where she sucked for a second before placing her hand back. Not to be outdone, I rubbed my finger across the wetness that had developed on her panties and raised it to my lips. Her juices tasted mildly sharp, with a wonderful musky aroma. Having gotten so caught up in our own activities, we lost track of what was happening inside the tent. A low moan caused us to turn back, and we both immediately locked into rapt attention. While we were playing, the girls had apparently thrown caution, and modesty, to the winds. Marnie was still sitting against the wall across from us, but now her legs were spread, panties hanging off her right ankle. In front of her, Bambi was lying on her stomach, her head buried in Marnie's crotch. Though we couldn't see any actual contact, Bambi's motions and Marnie's expression left NO doubt as to what was actually going on. It didn't take long for Marnie to start spasming. Her legs jerked and breasts heaved as Bambi's head motions increased their speed. Finally, Marnie screamed and collapsed back against the wall of the tent, limp as a rag doll. We looked for the other girls. Lois had gotten her revenge alright. Using clothing, Lois and Caroline had tied Samantha to the floor slats of the tent, spread eagled on a mattress. Poor Samantha couldn't move. The other two were tormenting her, placing kisses and touches on all parts. As I watched, Lois took a finger, and wetting it in her mouth, inserted just the tip into Samantha's pussy mound, making her squirm wildly. Meanwhile, Caroline started to give Samantha's massive tits a tongue bath, spending a particular amount of time switching from one nipple to the other. Each time it appeared Samantha was close to orgasm, the other two stopped their ministrations as Samantha begged for release. Finally, being merciful, I guess, Lois and Brandi resumed their assault. This time, they didn't stop. Lois inserted first one, then two, then finally three fingers into Samantha's dripping box and plunged them in and out. After only a few seconds, Samantha uttered a guttural moan as a small stream of fluid gushed out over Lois' fingers, where they were quickly licked off by Caroline. As Samantha's body relaxed, Lois and Caroline rolled out of view together, but both started making it clear what they were doing by moaning loudly. Meanwhile, Marnie had recovered and was returning Bambi's oral favors. Marnie was lying on the floor, on her back, and Bambi squatted above her mouth, facing us. From our vantage point, we could see Marnie's tongue as it plunged in and out of the blonde's pussy. Bambi's eyes were screwed shut, and her breasts bobbed in time to Marnie's head movements. Marnie's tongue flicked rapidly over Bambi's now extruded clit, and this proved too much for the tall teen as she crashed her body down on Marnie's face, grunting wildly, then collapsed forward. Simultaneously, two low moans from under the window let us know that Caroline and Lois had also found release. Listening to the heavy breathing of the exhausted girls, we noticed that we had both stopped our activities. Before we could continue, however, we heard the sounds of returning buses and quickly scrambled back into our clothes. The girls inside the tent heard too and roused themselves to untie Samantha and get dressed. By the time the moviegoers had disembarked, we were back at our table, having gone to the tent to summon out the girls. Traci and Jackie came by to relive us and pick up our five campers, asking us how the night had gone. "Fine," I replied, "didn't hear a peep out of them. Marnie looked at us curiously, and when Jackie and Traci were both turned away, we both winked at the camper then turned away, leaving her to ponder what we knew. After all that had occurred though, perhaps the best part was, as we were leaving, Kate whispered to me "sorry we got interrupted. I'll make it up to you!" I felt her hand grab and squeeze mine briefly as we separated. Grinning broadly, I returned to my cabin to 'relieve my tension' and get a good nights sleep. Suddenly I had a lot to look forward to. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 64