Debra sashayed over to Miles' desk, lifting her uniform top to undo the belt and fasteners on her trousers as she approached him.
Deciding this wasn't a fight he wanted to pick, Miles stood up and began to unbuckle his belt and trousers as well, lowering them to his knees as Debra bent over the corner of his desk, presenting her marvelous backside to him as she watched him silently over her shoulder, one eyebrow raised as she bit her lower lip.
Miles reached down to run his fingers through her furrow, finding that she was already drenched, and then he shrugged mentally and stepped up behind her, sheathing himself into her sodden sleeve in one smooth stroke.
Debra exhaled, but otherwise kept as quiet as she could, only occasionally allowing a small moan to escape her lips. Miles struggled to avoid making clapping noises when his groin met her ass as he began thrusting into her in a steady rhythm. The clenching and releasing that Debra was doing with her vaginal muscles was pushing Miles quickly toward his release.
In a relatively short amount of time, Deb's breathing quickened, until she suddenly held her breath as she clenched up, quivering silently as she rode out her orgasm. As her pussy gripped his shaft with remarkable strength, Miles relented and allowed himself to enjoy his orgasm, flooding her from behind with jet after explosive jet of his cum, causing his partner to spasm even more, forcing a small squeal of joy to escape her.
As soon as she recovered, Debra reached across his desk and grabbed a handful of tissues from the box on his desk, hurrying to stem the flow of their juices from leaking down onto her uniform. Tucking the wad of tissues into her crotch, she quickly ducked into Miles' private restroom for a moment, then returned swiftly, having cleaned herself and straightened her uniform. Stepping up to Miles, she turned and dropped to her knees, licking his cock clean of their juices - and receiving a bonus serum-induced orgasm in the process - before standing up to wipe her face with a tissue. As Miles was buckling his belt, she leaned forward and gave him a quick kiss, whispering into his ear, "Thank you, dear. I needed that!" before she left his office, returning to whatever she was working on.
Was this the new normal, or did he need to remind his partners of their obligations to maintain their military bearing while in uniform? Shaking his head, not sure he hadn't imagined what just happened, Miles stepped into his adjoining restroom to clean up a bit more thoroughly. When everything was in order, he stepped back into his office, sprayed a can of deodorizer around in an attempt to mask the scent of sex, and then returned to his desk, feeling better than before.
****Gainesville, FL, 2000, Thursday, August 20, 2020****
The sun was setting along the southwestern horizon, and the dens and their families, all participants in the quaranteam program, gathered their camp chairs closer to the bonfire. Miles invited the local acting Fire Marshal to come inspect the bonfire, as well as to bless the group activity. Once the Fire Marshal was satisfied that all appropriate precautions had been taken, Miles suggested she stop over at the food pavilion for some complimentary food and drink.
During set up, all the women of Team Davies pitched in to set up the tables and pop-up canopy as a food pavilion. Jan and Penny spent time earlier in the day preparing a scout-worthy dinner consisting of hot dogs, bags of chips, and beverages - ice chests filled with soft drinks for the adults and Gatorade for the scouts.
Miles led the Pack through the regular part of the program, with the theme for this month being Cheerful. To help with the theme, the Bear Den entertained the Pack with a Say-as-I-Say, Do-as-I-Do exercise, leaving those gathered in stitches due to its silliness. Then came the Cubmaster's segment, where Miles recognized the achievements of each of the Dens over the Summer.
As soon as the recognition ceremony was finished, Miles announced the group activity and called for each of the dens to take their places around the fire. He'd already distributed the supplies for the exercise to the den leaders before the start of the Pack Meeting, so as soon as the scouts were gathered into their groups, Miles explained the exercise.
"Each of you has been given a kit that contains, among other things, a paper bag," Miles began, making eye contact with as many of the cubs as he could. Holding up a paper bag in one hand, he held up a marker in the other hand and continued to explain, "You should also have a marker. I want each of you to write on the bag the name of someone important to you, someone you lost during the pandemic." As an example, he took his bag and wrote Marcus across his bag in big letters for all to see.
The Cub Scouts quickly did as instructed and wrote names on their paper bags. When most finished, he continued, holding up the bag to demonstrate the next part. "Now, unfold your bag and open it up - look for the candle holders and place your tea candles into the holders - careful now, so you don't tear the bags."
The Den Leaders circulated among the Cubs, helping those who were struggling to get their sky lanterns assembled correctly.
As he waited for all of the dens to finish their preparations, he called out to the families sitting behind their scouts, "If anyone from the families would like to send up a memorial sky lantern with us, there are about twenty extra kits up here. Come on up, and I'll provide you with a kit."
Several of the attending Team members stepped up - some Miles recognized, others were new faces. Passing out the kits, he got down to only a few left before his Den Leaders informed him that all was ready. Their timing was excellent, as the sky darkened nicely following the sunset, and the activity would be so much better as a result.
"Okay," he called out to the Pack, "for this next step, each Cub Scout will need the help of their Den Leader. For our participating family members, I have some extra lighters up here, so come grab one." Pausing while the adults quickly came up and grabbed the lighters, he waited until they'd returned to their areas before continuing. "Now, one at a time, your Den Leader will help you send your sky lantern aloft by lighting your tea candles. Don't toss the lanterns - just hold them out in front of you, and the heat from the candles will lift them gently away from you. As the sky lanterns take flight, make sure you say goodbye to the person whose name you wrote on your bag."
Again, teaching by example, Miles carefully lit the tea lanterns seated in their little holders in his sky lantern, then held it in front of him. As the lantern began to lift up into the air, he silently bade his son farewell, telling him again how much he loved and missed him.
Soon, the sky around Miles' house began to fill with the little lanterns, and looking around, he could see every face held a mixture of joy and sadness, cheeks streaked with tears, but smiling nonetheless. He felt a palpable weight lift from the group as they silently watched the lanterns rise into the night sky and drift away to the northeast with the breeze.
When the last sky lantern gently took flight, Miles called over his Den Leaders. "I'm going to go try to recruit some additional adults to backfill our open roles, on the Committee as well as the Den Leader and Assistant Cubmaster roles. Can you keep the Cubs busy around the fire for about twenty minutes, please? After that, have them police the area and then send them over to the pavilion for cookies."
With the Den Leaders taking over the fire watch, as well as keeping the cubs busy, Miles walked over to where the other adults were gathered and invited them to come over to the far side of the pavilion for a quick discussion. "Bring your chairs - no reason we can't be comfortable," he told them over his shoulder as he turned to walk past the pavilion.
Once the other adults joined him - a bit more than two dozen - he turned to them and waited for everyone to be seated again before he lifted his voice to address them. "So, I know a few of you, but many I'm meeting for the first time. Welcome to our Pack Meeting. I'm Miles Davies, the Cubmaster and Den Leader for Den Four, our Arrow of Light Scouts. For those of you new to scouting, let me get you up to speed on a few basics." Miles paused to make sure everyone was listening; surprisingly, they were. "The Cub Scout program is designed to help acclimate younger children to the aspects of the scouting program, while still providing them with adult guidance and leadership. The Den Leaders, along with a few other adult Scouters, serve as the leaders, teachers, and guides for the scouts from about Age 6 until about Age 11. Hang on - I've got a way to visually represent what I want to discuss."
Miles reached into a thigh pocket of his cargo shorts and pulled out a long roll of receipt tape. Pointing to a woman who appeared to be in her late 20s, he asked her if she'd step up and help him out. As soon as she'd stepped up next to him, he handed her one end of the roll of receipt paper and asked her to hold it tightly, about head-high. As soon as she nodded, Miles began to unroll the receipt paper while stepping away from the young woman. As the tape unrolled, the gathered adults could see that he'd written large numbers on the paper, with the largest number - 100 - right next to the woman lending him a hand. As Miles finished unrolling the paper, they could see that it was numbered in steps of 10 until it got down to 20, then it was marked at 18, 13, 11, and 6.
Holding the paper up in front of the audience, he waited for a moment before he resumed speaking. "I hold this paper before you tonight as an example of your scouts' lifespans," he articulated clearly and dramatically. "There are those of you whose child will live to 100, if not older, barring any unfortunate occurrences. That is the far end of this paper. If things stay as they are, your child will work until they are 70 years old," he elaborated, then turned to his assistant and asked her to tear the paper at 70 and hand him the rest. Turning back to the audience, he tucked the paper into his pocket and continued, "Many of them will go on to college, perhaps even grad school." He paused again, nodding to his assistant to come over and tear the paper at 25 and discard the rest, before continuing once more. "Your scout, if they continue that long in the program, will age out at 18," he once again nodded at the assistant, who by now understood what he wanted her to do. When she'd torn away the paper down to where it was marked at 18, Miles thanked her for her assistance and took hold of both ends, asking her to return to her seat. Turning back to the crowd, he continued his pitch. "Most experts believe that children stop listening to their parents and are more influenced by peers or teachers after age 13." Once again, he tore away the paper past 13 and discarded it, holding up about 10 inches of paper. "The Cub Scout program begins at age 6," he mentioned as he tore away the other end now, up to the place where it was marked with the number 6, leaving him with about 8 inches of paper - almost too little to see. "And the Cub Scouts bridge over to the Scouting program at age 11," he paused to tear away an inch or so at the other end before continuing, "leaving us with only 5 years in which we can help shape the character of these young boys and girls. Only. Five. Years." He paused to let that settle in. "Less for most of the Scouts here tonight." He paused again.
