Summer Camp: Once a Scout, Always a Scout
Prologue
The line separating fact from fantasy often blurs as one ages; this is not true for me. The line is very clear. With one exception, all of the characters and most of the incidents are as described. The reader will have to determine which is the exception. There is one indisputable fact that runs throughout, however: almost all older women (any woman over thirty in my view) are horny by nature. Place them with a bunch of horny young men and they will satisfy that itch and do so in some creative and bold ways. I know; I experienced many of them first hand one summer and beyond.
One
It was a summer I wouldn't soon forget, if ever. My name is Bill and I'm an Eagle Scout. You've heard the saying Once a Marine, always a Marine. Well, the same applies in Scouting. Once an Eagle Scout always an Eagle Scout. I have the badges to show for the work that went into attaining that distinction. The one badge I most cherish is the one that I don't pin to my sash, however, but I carry it around in my head.
The summer I turned eighteen and was between high school and college, I did the same thing I had done for two previous summers: I was on staff at a Boy Scout Camp in the low coastal range along the Pacific Ocean. The camp was one that was almost too beautiful to believe. It was on the banks of a river and surrounded by redwood trees. The buildings were rustic and ram shackled with mossy roofs. Most of the Scouts stayed in three-sided cabins with board bunks. Since I was going to be on kitchen staff, my accommodations were a little better but not much. Comfort wasn't one of the benefits, nor was the pay. However, the rest of it was great beyond anything I would ever experience, especially the last year.
The first week of camp was spent cleaning up from the havoc caused by the previous winter and getting equipment on the river, stocking the kitchen and just bringing the camp back to life, and it was a week during which we had fun. We swam in the cold river, we ate from pans warmed over campfires, we played grab ass, and we had fun. The rest of the summer would be fun as well, but it would be hard work for low pay.
During the previous two years, I had been assigned to jobs in the crafts cabin and the waterfront. This year I got lucky in more ways than one: I was assigned to the kitchen and all that went with it. The best part was that I would be assisting the cook who just happened to be the wife of the camp director.
The camp director was an overweight schoolteacher who was also a Scoutmaster during the year. He filled the uniform in a way that didn't do honor to it. In other words, he was a slob. His wife, on the other hand, was quite fit and, in my hormone driven view, a sex goddess. I almost choked when I heard I was going to be working as her assistant in the kitchen.
I had heard rumors about her from some of the older Scouts during the previous two years I had been on staff. Among them was that she was very friendly toward her assistants, very friendly. I thought the rumors were nothing but wishful thinking on the part of some sexually charged guys who had never seen a nude female body except on the pages of glossy "fuck magazines." I hoped that I was wrong and that the rumors were true.
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Mrs. Reardon was about forty or maybe a little older. She was one of those women who have a perpetual cheerleader look about them: shapely, round butt, firm breasts, cute, hair in ponytail, a few freckles that grow as the sun gets hotter, and she had a smile that seemed to be glued to her face. In other words, she was gorgeous to me and every other Scout in camp. She had two kids, both girls. One was my age and the other was in her early teens and already in college. They didn't often join their parents at camp.
"Hi, Bill. I can't tell you how pleased I am to have you assisting me this summer. We will make some great food together, and we will have fun doing it," Mrs. Reardon said when I met her for the first time, although I had seen her many times.
I was wearing the summer uniform that consisted of calf-length stockings, shorts, and short-sleeved shirt. I also wore the neck scarf, but no accessories other than the badge of rank. The shorts were not going to be much of a shield from the perpetual hard on I knew I was going to sport around Mrs. Reardon.
"Hi, Mrs. Reardon. I'm glad to be assigned to you this summer," I said as my cock stirred.
"Please, call me Kathy since we will be working closely. I'll call you Bill." Then she gave me that cock-teasing smile.
"OK, Kathy. I'm very happy that I was assigned to you."
"Why is that, Bill?"
"I like working in the kitchen," I lied.
"Great, but you know that we have the hardest job in camp, don't you? The first order of business is planning the menu, and then we need to go to town and pick up a few things that we don't have. First, let's get the stoves ready. And one other thing: I asked for you."
She asked for me? The rumors would have to be true.
That afternoon was the start of a summer that has become etched in my memory.
Two
The camp truck was one of those that had seen better days but was still doing its job. Since I had my license, Kathy asked me to drive; she didn't have any experience with a manual shift. We drove out of camp along the winding road that was shaded under redwood trees. I drove slowly to make the trip last as long as possible. Kathy sat next to me in her shorts and T-shirt with the camp's name emblazoned across the front. Her breasts distorted the name of the camp in a way that required concentration to read. Her breasts were larger than most but stood up as if suspended by some unseen device. Driving without looking at them as they bounced with each bump in the road was a task I would have to come to grips with.
"Bill," Kathy asked as we drove, "do you have a girlfriend?"
"No, not anyone steady."
"It must be hard to spend an entire summer away from all the girls that are out there and just waiting for you to ask them for a date."
I was a little flustered at that point, and my cock was finding some courage of its own and created a path toward the opening in one leg of my shorts. "I'll manage somehow."
"All of you young guys up here in the woods without girls must get a little needy, if you know what I mean."
"I suppose we all look forward to the end of camp while still enjoying it."
"So, tell me, how do you manage your libidos during the summer with so little access to girls?"
