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Girl Scout Camp Adventures:


By Wanderer


Disclaimer:  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 authorÕs 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.


Comments:  CONSTRUCTIVE criticism, comments, etc. are appreciated.  
Flames, etc. will be ignored.



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 place, but recently I've found 
myself moving from camp to camp, finding positions where available.


	Last summer, I got a bunch of offers from various facilities.  
Unfortunately, the ones involving the most money were farther away than 
I wished to travel, so I ended up taking a job as an administrative 
assistant at a Girl Scout Camp  in western Pennsylvania.


	Yeah, I know what you're thinking.  How does a guy end up working at 
an all-girls camp?  Well, contrary to popular opinion, there are usually 
some guys at each facility, and in fact, I had quite a good reputation for 
doing that particular job.  Besides, to look at me, IÕm not exactly the most 
threatening looking person in creation.


	I suppose I should take this opportunity to describe myself.  I'm 27 
now, about 5'9", skinny as a rail, blond hair, blue eyes.  Unlike most of the 
protagonists in these stories, I feel no need to describe my other 
attributes, suffice to say that all body parts are in perfect working order, 
and sufficiently equipped to perform any tasks required.


	Anyway, in order to save some transportation costs, I offered to 
escort one of the buses of campers coming from near my area.  A friend of 
mine dropped me off at the bus depot, where I hopped aboard number 35 to 
pick up our new campers.


	(A digression here:  At this particular camp, which shall remain 
nameless, girls came for either 1 or 2 weeks at a time, and ranged in ages 
from 6-15, 16 and up could be staff.  The majority of the staff was 
female, the only other males besides myself was one cook and 3 guys who 
did maintenance. And the director was a bitch, which is irrelevant, but it 
feels much better to say that.)


	As luck would have it, I pulled an easy run, only one pickup, then 
straight to camp with 22 girls.  Piece of cake.  The bus rolled into the 
parking lot where we were picking up the little rugrats, and pulled up next 
to a small sea of girl scouts and their parents.  I stepped off the bus with 
my clipboard.  There was a small pause in the conversations around me, 
probably due to the unusual sight of a guy with a name badge saying "Girl 
Scouts of America Bus Leader."  


	As I called each camperÕs name, she gave her parents one last hug, 
tossed her carry bag or suitcase over her shoulder, and climbed onto the 
bus.  Now, up until this time in my life, I had never REALLY considered 
young girls to be sexy, attractive yes, but not really sexually.  However, 
some of the smiles tossed to me by these girls on the bus put a severe 
hurting on my image of Girl Scouts as sweet, innocent girls.  Still, at this 
point, I put it down to pre-trip jitters, and imagination run amok.


	Once we had all the girls aboard, I sat in my seat up front, and the 
bus pulled away, as the parents looked like idiots waving after the bus 
and crying, like they were never gonna see their kids again.


	Now this was a school bus, the kind that has a jump seat up front in 
the center, and this is where I was sitting, facing all the campers, who 
were in the first bunch of rows, with all their luggage behind them.  (It 
never ceases to amaze me how much STUFF campers bring to camp, even if 
only for a week.  Admittedly, the girl scouts were more reasonable than 
most, but....Sorry, I'm rambling again).


	The ride went fairly smoothly, it was only for a little over two 
hours, and by a half hour into it, the girls were singing all the classic 
camp favorites like (shudder) 99 bottles of beer.  I mostly had my nose 
buried in a book, unless called upon in that classic song "You're wanted on 
the telephone", where I poked my head and and answered the requisite 
lines.  If you went to summer camp, I'm SURE you know the song.  


	Anyway, during one of these rounds, I happened to notice that one of 
the campers, a girl about 13 years old, has her legs spread far apart, so 
that I could see her pinkish panties up under the uniform skirt she wore.  I 
must have stopped and stared for a second, because I caught her looking at 
me, at which time I blushed, and lowered my head.  


	A while later, when the singing had toned down a bit, I heard a 
camper in the back calling my name, saying she was feeling a bit sick.  
After the required handing out of the plastic bags, moving seats around, 
etc., I returned to my jump seat.  As I was sitting down, I happened to 
glance at that 13 year old again.  As we made eye contact, this time she 
smiled, and deliberately spread her legs open to give me the same view I 
had before.  I was shocked.  I quickly broke eye contact.


	Now, I know many of you are thinking, WHAT?  He looked away from 
a free show.  Remember, at this point, I didn't know what I know now, and 
I was not gonna risk my job.

	

	The rest of the trip passed without incident, and we arrived at the 
campground.  As each camper filed off the bus, I got a quick smile, or 
"see-ya-later".  As the 13 year old left the bus, by accident I'm sure, her 
rear end brushed against my crotch, causing a spontaneous and VERY 
intense erection.  She didnÕt look back.


	As the campers checked in, I went over to the office and logged in 
myself, got my living assignment, etc.  Most of the camp consisted of 
tents on platforms, but in my case, RHIP and I got assigned to a small 
cabin near the office.  It was barely big enough for the bed, dresser, and 
small bathroom inside it, but hey, at least the walls were solid, and it 
was a LOT easier to mosquito proof.  I later found out that the other 
reason I got the cabin was that I could not very well use the bathhouses, 
could I?


	The first two days or so were occupied with the various details of 
getting the camp up and running, ironing out kinks in the schedules and 
suchlike, making sure everything was where it was supposed to be, you 
get the idea.  I didn't get to see any of the campers much, except at meals, 
and even then I was only in the mess hall long enough to grab something 
and get back to work.  It wasn't until the fourth day or so that I actually 
had the chance to get out and see the girls in activities.


END Chapter 1


As you may have noticed, this chapter is mainly set-up.  Sorry.  I have the 
next few chapters already set up (kind-of) in my mind, but I am open to 
suggestions for future chapters.  Please note that I will not involve 
torture, pain, snuff, or watersports, due to personal preferences, so donÕt 
expect that really.  Again, sorry.