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... remained of my load still in my swim trunks, I headed straight for the bathroom to do the obligatory "damage control". She headed for sunbather's hill, and spread out her blanket right next to mine. When I had finished with the 'cleanup', I returned to find her laying side-long on her blanket facing me. We made the usual "chit chat" that you might expect to hear between a chaperone and her charge, with the possible exception that I was the only one out of the ten who had her full attention. Then a couple of guys behind us were talking about some trivial nonsense, which she made some comment about, which in turn caused her to 'innocently' roll over on her stomach, whereupon my hand 'accidentally' landed firmly in the middle of her vagina. Again, she made no apparent notice of it as she carried on her less-than-memorable conversation with the guys behind us. Eventually they got up and left, but she took no cue from that to roll back over on her side. Now, I should probably mention that the houseFATHER (we'll call him "Bob") was sitting just two k**s to the West of us, apparently oblivious to the whole thing. Butshewasn't oblivious tohim, as she leaned over and whispered in my ear"Is he looking?", to which I just shook my head"no". That's when she pushed her vagina down on my hand and whispered very ...

... softly: "rub me". Well, being the dumbass little k** I was, what did I know about rubbing a clitoris? So I started petting it like it was a German Shepard! She whispered:"No, not like that.. Put one finger right in the middle and make little circles.. Yes, that's it..". Well, I shouldn't have to tell you that this stood my manhood right back up to attention! She laid there motionless, and eyes closed, as I continued doing my little circly-finger-thing, to which she gave an occasional affirming whisper of"yes", and"don't stop".. until.. almost imperceptibly, she drew a deep breath, and I felt a twitching under my fingers and a warm rush of wetness spread over her bikini. Then she rolled over on her side.. almost as if something had startled her.. still not making a sound or even offering an affirming glance. In about another two minutes or so, the whistle blew and it was back into the water I went. I was hoping she would follow. But she just hung back on the blanket, apparently returning to herformerduty as housemother and overseer.. And there I was, neck deep in a lake of water with a screaming hardon and no one to wrap their legs around it! So I did what any normal sixteen-year-old would do... I dunked myself and proceeded to blow white floaters all over the pond! Gee, I hope no one got any on them!