"Whew… I was about to come even before you moved over here," she panted. "Now I… whew… now…"
Lynda interrupted from where she was still lying on her back on the grass. "Now you really gonna pop yourself!" she called. "Dana really knows how to use her mouth!"
But it was their eyes the girls should have been using. Not one saw the man stop the car just a few yards across the hedge from them.
CHAPTER FOUR
The tires made very little noise in the grass, but when the man brought the car to a halt and closed the door behind him, Lynda jumped up and saw him.
Claire was sitting with her legs spread wide and her vagina filled with Dana's tongue. She was moaning louder now. She was right on the edge of her climax. Lynda hastily jerked her clothes on and ran past the pair toward the man. He hadn't seen them yet, but only by the purest coincidence. If he just happened to turn his head a few more inches to the left…
Lynda ducked her head to Claire's ear as she dashed by and gave a quick, excited warning as she went by but the young girl was so far into the throes of her orgasm that it was impossible to stop things short. She dashed up to the man, diverting his attention from the two girls by standing on the other side of him, and spoke to him cheerfully but nervously.
"Can I help you, sir?" she asked. "Are you looking for our troop leader for something?"
But before he could answer, fear gripped her. She could tell by his expression that he'd heard Claire's moaning. He just hadn't located its source yet. Fortunately, Dana had brought her to climax just after Claire rushed by them and they were now silent.
But the puzzled expression on the strange man's face told Lynda that he'd certainly heard the noise, even if he hadn't recognized what it was.
The man looked with surprise at the black fifteen year old who had just appeared from nowhere. He was tall and muscular, with dark brown hair and a moustache.
"Uh… yes. Yes, as a matter of fact, I am looking for your troop leader if she's a Miss Kressler. Am I in the right place? But what was that noise as I pulled up here a minute ago? Sounded like someone in pain or something… sort of a moaning sound," the man said to Lynda.
She could see around his shoulders that Dana and Claire had finally noticed what was going on and were frantically jerking their clothes on and stumbling out of his range of vision as fast as they could.
"Oh, that?" she answered brightly. "No, that wasn't anyone. I mean no one was hurting… I mean I don't know what it was. I heard it too just as you were stopping your car, but I don't know what it was."
She had been very flustered when she first started speaking, but as she bumbled her way through her explanation she became calmer. Not that she was satisfied with her halting, confused answer to the man. But because she noticed that his attention had apparently been completely sidetracked from the noise. Now he was looking down at Lynda with a slow, appraising look that convinced her he had forgotten all about his previous thoughts.
"Miss Kressler, then… you say she's here? I'm at the right campground?" he said.
Lynda was flattered by the way he was looking at her. She guessed him to be at least twenty-five, maybe older. And to have someone that old notice her in such an obviously interested way was very pleasing to the teenager. "Yes," she answered, much more calmly than before. "Miss Kressler's the leader of Troop 73. Her cabin is right over there." She pointed across the clearing to the building.
He glanced where she indicated, but soon his eyes were back again on Lynda. His blue eyes were very, groovy, she decided. But also awfully confident and bold. She felt a twinge of uneasiness mixed with the feeling of admiration he had produced in her. He seemed to be looking right through her clothes, right through to where her underwear was. He smiled at her and thanked her for the information, then headed for the troop leader's cabin. "My name's Tim," he called back to Lynda over his shoulder. "I'm a friend of Miss Kressler's. Came by to surprise her. She doesn't know I'm here. If she isn't in the cabin and you see her before I do, tell her I'm here. Okay?"
"Sure," she answered, and started to run back to find Claire and Dana.
But before he went on to the cabin he called out to her again and asked her a question.
"Isn't this a Campfire Girls' place?" he asked.
"Yea," she answered, "that's what I am. I'm a Campfire Girl in Miss Kressler's troop."
He took another long look at her. "I thought the organization was for… for kids," he said to Lynda. "How come you're in her troop?"
She grinned. "Well, the ages are from nine to sixteen. Any girl that age can belong. I'm fifteen."
"Yeah?" he smiled. "Hmmmmm… took you to be older than that for some reason. See you around." Then he turned and was gone.
Wow, she thought, besides looking at me so much, he thought I was older than fifteen. Groovy! Wish I was. Then maybe I'd be old enough for him.
She dashed away in search of Dana and Claire. As she rounded the corner of the dorm cabin she felt the breeze whistle through her clothes and stopped for a minute. She looked down at her blouse and saw that, in her haste, she had neglected to button two top buttons. She peered down inside the vee and saw that her firm black breasts were easily visible. She realized the man must have been looking down there all the time. She grinned. Oh well, she thought, I hope he got an eyeful. Guess he probably did, too, since I'm not wearing any bra. Maybe that's why I looked older than fifteen to him.
She dashed on into the dorm cabin where she found Claire and Dana huddled together at the end of the long tables. There were only a couple of other girls present and they were far away at the other end of the room where they couldn't hear what was said.
"Did that guy see us?" asked Dana. "Did he get a look at us before we ran away?"
"Did he know what we were doing?" asked Claire nervously, as she rubbed the grass stains off her skirt.
"Take it easy," replied Lynda. "It's okay. He didn't even see you. But he sure would have if I hadn't ran up and started talking to him. You almost got caught!"
"Yeah, that was a close call," sighed Dana. "We better be careful from now on."
"We sure had. Wow! Can you imagine what Miss Kressler would do if she ever caught any of us innocent little Campfire Girls playing naked with each other?" exclaimed Claire.
Lynda's idea of what might happen in such a case was very different from Claire's idea, of course. But Lynda decided to remain silent on the matter for the moment, in spite of the new intimacy she had established with Dana and Claire.
She told them what Tim had said to her and then they heard the girls returning from swimming, so they separated and started talking to the other girls as they filed in the door with wet hair and swimsuits draped over their arms.
Vera Kressler was strolling along at the rear of the group and stopped to help one youngster get sand out of her shoe, so she didn't arrive at the dorm cabin for several minutes. And even after she got there, she had a short meeting with the troop that gave Tim plenty of time to look around her cabin before she walked in. He had knocked first, then entered when he saw the door was cracked open. He knew Vera well enough that he was sure she wouldn't care if he waited inside until she returned.
Tim knew Vera very well indeed, as a matter of fact. He had met her three years before and become intimate with her after a few dates. They saw a lot of each other and eventually discovered to their mutual surprise that each was harboring the same secret – both were strongly attracted to members of their own respective sexes as well as to the opposite sex. After the discovery, they naturally became even closer and it was common practice for them to discuss their private love lives with one another. It was unnecessary for them to withhold information about sex acts with members of their own sex since they were both bi-sexual, and both found that it was refreshing to be able to discuss such matters. Sometimes they became so sexually excited when telling of some lover that a new excitement was produced between them which ended in a stimulating love match.