Boy Scout
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Jillian is the kind of woman you would think of if you were trying
to place a face to your typical 'girl next door.'

She has a very pretty face, deep blue eyes and alabaster skin. She
always has a polite smile, and she smiles often, but she gives the
impression of a very reserved woman.   A member of the church
choir, school librarian, and most important to me, a scout leader.

We live in a remote neck of the woods, so I understand why this
lovely woman would dress so conservatively.  Small towns, small
minds they say, and I think that Jillian was more afraid of local
gossip then she was of losing her job.

I moved out here from the big city about two years ago when my
reputation as a writer allowed me the freedom to become
'eccentric' as my colleagues have often said.  I enjoy the small
town atmosphere to the constant hustle of the big city, and enjoy
a freer association with nature.

I might never have met Jillian, since I don't venture into the
town itself very often.  Most of my needs such as groceries are
obtained during my once a week necessary return to the big city.

Nine months ago however, I spotted an ad in the local paper that
asked for volunteers for Boy Scout leaders. Being I had the time
to spare, I figured why not. I had been fortunate enough to have
had the enjoyment of some scouting activities when I was younger,
and I felt I owed the scouting movement something.

I volunteered, and truly enjoyed the youthful innocence of kids
that hadn't yet been tarnished by the real world. It was six weeks
later that I met Jillian.

The scoutmaster had asked all of the volunteers to stay after the
once a week gathering for the monthly meeting. We sat and drank
coffee for about an hour waiting for the leaders of the different
groups to show up.

Jillian walked into the room dressed completely in her leader's
outfit. They do have some silly rules about dress code and conduct
in the scouting organization.  All of our buttons had to be done
right up all the time, and the ties have to be tied just so.

Looking at Jillian, you wouldn't think that she was a sexy woman.
The uniform did a good job of hiding any potential that she might
have, but I couldn't help but feel that Jillian radiated
sexuality.  Her light brown hair was carefully braided and tucked
back under her cap, so I couldn't tell how long it was, but her
neck looked good enough to make me feel like a vampire.  Her full
red lips, even without lipstick, looked so inviting that I wanted
to plant mine on hers!

After we had been all formally introduced, I found myself staring
at this lovely creature more and more.  She didn't look old enough
or cold enough to be a librarian.  But I had heard that Jillian
had just turned twenty-six. Old enough to know how to do it
better, and young enough to want to do it right!

Throughout the meeting she had been shyly returning my smiles.  I
wondered through that first meeting if she would have smiled had
she known that I was thinking about screwing her.

The meeting ended with all of the usual crap about budgets and
things like that, and a request for volunteers to accompany some
senior scouts to a week long camp-out.

Nobody was volunteering, and Jack, the scout master, said that if
we couldn't find the time to let these scouts earn this particular
badge, that they would not be able to attend the international
scout convention to be held later in Canada this year.  Since I
earn my living as a writer, I felt that I deserved a little time
off, so I put up my hand and said that I would go.

Jack reminded everybody of the rules though: Two leaders had to be
within walking distance of the scout's camp in case anything went
wrong. Finally when it seemed that no one else would volunteer,
Jillian asked if there were both men's and women's accommodations
at the site. Jack assured her that there was, and Jillian said
that if no one else could find the time, that she would take a
week off from work.

After the meeting broke up, I asked Jack to tell me more about
Jillian.

"Don't go getting your hopes up Michael," he said. "Jillian isn't
one of your big city good time girls.  She grew up in this town
and after she finished college in the big city came back here to
live."

Over the next few days I did a bit of research on my own, and
found out that Jillian had once been engaged to be married but the
boyfriend had backed out at the last moment. She had not dated
since, and lived with her parents in town.  Wow, I thought, two
years without a date.  She must have been really upset over the
boyfriend!

Myself, I hadn't dated since my divorce three years ago.
Considering the screwing my ex-wife's lawyer had given me, I was
content to stroke my own shaft, and not to have to pay the piper.
But what I did was my own decision. I was nearly thirty-two and
had a number of good years in the sack. I was positive that
Jillian had to be prude with a pussy that wouldn't melt ice.

Over the course of the next few weeks I had occasion to meet and
talk with Jillian as we discussed the up coming week of isolation
in the remote scout camp.  We talked over coffee at the local
restaurant, and even though we were away from the rules of the
scout hall, she still dressed very conservatively.  She told me
that the swimming was good at the camp for the leaders, since
there was an indoor pool and a recreation hall.  She had heard
from another scout leader that whenever one of these week long
affairs took place, leaders in nearby towns fought for an
opportunity to go since it was more like a holiday then
babysitting.

The long anticipated week finally arrived, and we loaded up the
van with our supplies and the scouts and started on the three-hour
drive that would take us to the camp.  We knew the camp would be
deserted, and it had a big locked gate that prevented trespassers
from entering.  After locking the gate behind us, and dropping the
scouts off in the northern corner, we drove down to where the
leaders cabins were.

Jillian hadn't spoken much on the drive, and I anticipated a nice
quiet relaxing week.  I unlocked Jillian's cabin and helped her
unload her gear.  I then headed for the men's quarters and started
to unload mine.

It was about six o'clock, and I was starting to get a little
bored.  I hadn't thought that I would feel so isolated, and I
hadn't thought to bring a portable television either.   I was on
my way to the recreation hall to see what they had there, when I
realized that Jillian and I hadn't made any sort of plans
regarding meals.

I headed for her cabin to ask her if she had any preferences, when
I heard a high-pitched buzzing. I was only about ten feet from her
cabin, but that is one sound that once you hear it you never
forget. What I was hearing was the high-pitched whine of a
vibrator!

I crept around the cabin hoping to find a window that I could peek
through, and was really disappointed when I didn't find one. I
didn't want to interrupt Jillian's self pleasure, so I sat down to
wait.  I could hear her groan and moan, and after another minute
the vibrator shut off. I then knocked on her door.

"Just a minute Mike," she said.  When she opened the door I was
stunned with the change in her appearance.  She had let her hair
down, and it hung in waves over her shoulders.  Her normally pale
face was flushed, and the tiniest drops of perspiration glistened
on her upper lip.

Her usually starched scout shirt was undone nearly to her navel,
and it was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra.  Jillian had
also discarded her pants for a pair of cut-off blue jean shorts
and I couldn't help but admire those beautiful legs.

"How long have been standing here Mike?" she asked.

"Long enough," I replied.  I thought that she would be embarrassed
or something but she took it rather calmly and invited me in.

There was a bottle of wine on the table and she offered me a
glass.  As I took the glass from her hand she started to explain.

"You have to understand Mike," she said, "I really miss my big
vibrator when I'm at home, but since it makes so much noise I have
to resort to using only my fingers."

I knew that the question of using a cock might offend her, so I
just said that I understood the need for pleasure.  She was
sitting cross-legged on the bunk talking to me when I noticed that
I could see several pussy hairs sticking out from the sides of her
shorts.  She must have noticed me staring because all at once she
said, "Oops, I was in such a hurry to open the door that I forgot
to put my panties back on."  She then changed how she was sitting
on the bed.  Now she had both legs under her, and was sort of
leaning on one arm. This only worsened my growing predicament!

Now I could see all of one big beautiful breast behind her half
opened shirt.  Big, firm and meaty, and capped off with a caramel
colored nipple about the size of a cherry.  My condition was going
to reach critical soon!

"Look Jill," I said, "either you're going to have to get dressed
properly or else I'm going to have to jack-off.  I'm trying to
behave like a gentleman, but damn it there isn't any way that you
can position yourself without showing me something, and I have my
needs too, my balls are starting to ache!"

"Well," she said, "why don't you? I like to watch a man
masturbate, and I haven't had the opportunity to see that in an
awful long time!"

I was about to say no, when she moved over on the bed, undid her
shorts and slipped one of her hands inside.   She motioned for me
to sit at the other side of the bunk.  I told her that I would
jack-off for her if she would use the vibrator on herself at the
same time.

Her face turned a bit crimson, and she bit her lower lip as she
thought about my proposition.  Jill made her mind up quickly,
stood up and discarded the shorts and reached under the bed and
brought out a monstrous electric vibrator. With my eyes glued to
her glistening cunt, I undid my own jeans and fished my big cock
out for her to see.

I started to stroke my own shaft standing by the side of the bed,
as she turned the vibrator on and started to slide it back and
forth across her clit. Her pink lower lips were spread wide for me
to see as she held them open with her free hand to allow the
vibrator easier access to her love button.  Jill's eyes were
locked on my cock as I pulled the foreskin back and forth over my
swollen cock head. A drop of pre-cum had formed on the tip of my
cock and I could feel the impending explosion starting to build. I
slowed down the pace of my stroking so as to enjoy the climax
more.

With my free hand I gripped the shaft of my cock building up an
even bigger head of steam.  My eyes were having difficulty
focusing now as I reached my moment of truth! I saw Jill's legs
contract as she moaned with her own climax, and that moan did it
for me also!  My cum went flying through the air as my balls burst
forth with their torrent of hot cream.  My knees were shaky, and
my body was quivering with the aftermath of a really good climax.
I could see Jill squirming on the bed in her own juices.  Her dark
curly pubic bush looked like it had been caught in a rainstorm,
and the vibrator was slick with her honey!

I collapsed on the end of the bed.  When I had sufficiently
regained my composure, I lit a cigarette, had a sip of wine, and
figuring I had nothing to loose, I asked her about her ex-fianc,.

"Oh him," she said, "he would never go down on me, saying he
didn't like the taste of pussy. I wouldn't leave it be, and told
him if we got married I would expect it regularly."

"That's why he split, and if you've noticed there aren't a lot of
guys in town who are worth a second glance, and especially one's
who look like they'd like to munch down on my cunt!"

I didn't say a word, I didn't need to. I just picked up her
vibrator and started to lick her nectar of the end.

"Oh Mikey" she said spreading her legs, "Go ahead and make my
day!"


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