hurt leg at camp leads to out door fun

For the last few years I have been a boy scout. I go on a camping trip every once in a while with my friends and their dads. Usually we go hiking, fishing, boating, what ever we feel like. This trip started no different. We got in the cars and headed towards the campsite, the only difference is that George’s dad couldn’t make the trip so his mom Caroline had to come.

I had only seen her a few times at meetings but never really spent any time with her. She was young, in her early 30’s I think and still looked like she was in her twenties. I never thought of her sexually because she is my friend’s mom and it would just be weird, but she is very attractive.

We set up camp just before nightfall and managed to get a fire going. George and I volunteered to go get some firewood. So we took our flashlights and head out into the woods. Even though we said we were looking for firewood we really just wanted the chance to goof off and talk with out the little kids around. We were seventeen years old and the oldest in the troop.

I wasn’t looking where I was walking and I fell into a ditch. As I fell I could have sworn I heard a cracking sound. I was sure I had broken my leg or twisted my ankle. George was able to carry me back to camp were the adults could take a look at my leg. Thank god one of the dads was a doctor. He said my leg would be fine if I didn’t but too much strain on it. This meant that the hike up the mountain I had planed was off for me. Caroline said she would stay back from the hike in order to keep an eye on me and make sure I didn’t hurt my self further. I should state that there are rules about scouts being alone with adults, but seeing as how my eighteenth birthday was next month and no one else wanted to miss the hike they just decided to forget the rule for a day or two.

The next morning I sat by the campfire with my leg elevated on a log while the new scouts got my breakfast and water; it kind of felt like I had servants waiting on me hand and hurting foot. After a while they had to say goodbye so they could start the hike. I told them I would be fine and for them to not worry about me. Caroline and I sat in an awkward silence for a few minutes looking at the fire. She broke the silence, “Would you like to play a game of cards to pass the time?”
“Sure,” we played for a while but eventually I told her that I was getting bored of cards and wanted to do something else. She told me that there was still one more game we could play to entertain ourselves. She said, “we could play a few rounds of poker.”
“Yeah but poker is only fun when you have something to gamble with and I don’t have any money.”
“You have clothes don’t you?”
“What?”
“We could play strip poker, this way could play and still have something to bet.” I just starred at her in disbelief. I had never expected my friend’s mom to suggest a game of strip poker to me. She responded to my shock, “What? You don’t want to play strip poker with me?”
“No, I mean I do, I just wasn’t expecting for you to…”
“What you didn’t think an old woman like me knows how to have a bit of fun with guy like you?”
“Well, to be honest I didn’t think you would ever want to play that game with me.”
“Don’t sell yourself short. You are a very cute guy and I would not mind seeing more of you, or you seeing more of me.”
“Really? You want to see me naked?”
“Only if you lose.”

With that she dealt the first hand and the game was on.