Campsite Diaries part 1

For a couple of years in the 90s I worked on a camp in the south, set up by a Christian group to host and take care of unmarried teenage girls who had been sent by their families. The majority of the girls had been caught in sexual relationships with men by family members and sent away to be reformed on the camp. At least half of these girls were pregnant or no longer attended school. The camp set out to house the girls and to reform them with church teachings and work on the farm, which most of the time it did. It was run by church elders and camp leaders, all of which led a small group of the girls. Not everybody that worked there was religious, but it certainly helped.

One summer I had been put in charge of a small group of girls who had been instructed to clean out one of the barns on the farm. It was a hot day but there were rules. The girls had to wear tshirts and jeans and were allowed a 45 minute break at about noon. I stood by and watched. One lunchtime I noticed that one girl didn’t come back after the 45 minute rest, so I got the rest of the girls to work whilst I took a wander.
It didn’t take me long to find her.

I caught her a good 10 minutes from the barn, sunbathing down by the lake. She’d stripped off her tshirt and jeans to her bikini, an item which was completely banned from site.
I knew this girl to be Jody, a 5’5 girl with long brunette hair. She hadn’t seen me at first due to the face she faced away from me towards the lake, which I took great pleasure in. Her bikini held against her skin tightly, revealing large, round breasts. However it was then that I noticed her hand down the front of her bikini panties, stroking herself. I watched from a safe distance as she lay there touching her pussy, writhing gently into her hand. I was shocked to see this, confused almost. My job required me to march over and punish her severely for her behaviour. If I didn’t I could lose my job. And yet all I could do was watch this beautiful girl play with her pussy down by the lake.

I found myself walk purposefully to her side, which of course immediately caught her eye.
She panicked and pulled her fingers from out of her bikini, sitting bolt upright as I stood over her. The look of fear on her face sent a strange sensation over me and straight downwards.

“Where have you been?” I asked her, attempting to sound furious.
She said nothing, staring up at me in a sort of shame.
“Stand up.” I ordered her, and she did so.
I realised that we were almost completely sheltered down here by the lake, which obviously was why she had found herself down here.
“What were you doing Jody?”
She exhaled uncomfortably, and I took a moment to see her nipples standing up through her bikini top.
“I was too hot doing that work.” Jody finally spoke.
“So you just walked off?”
She nodded, her breasts bouncing slightly.
“Swimwear is against the rules Jody.” I reminded her, urgently.
“Its too hot to wear those stupid tshirts.”
“You know the rules,” I reminded her again. “If you’re caught breaking the rules I have to issue you with chores and hard work.”
“You’re kidding me,”
“No,” I insisted, attempting to sound as stern as possible. “There’s some manual labor work to be done up on the farm, we’ll go back there right now and you can do that. No break.”
“But sir I can’t.”
“Why not?”
She hesitated.
“I’m pregnant.”
I nodded, looking down at her flat stomach.