X-Anon-Password: datalink 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.