Winter In Camp Sunshine Part 1 - Sex Stories

Winter In Camp Sunshine Part 1

... accommodated by spreading her knees a little wider to make room.

But unlike her outward appearance, Penny's mind wasn't just pretending to be comfortable. That temporary feeling of calm was soon replaced by foreboding, the idea of being naked in front of strangers worried her. It terrified her. She meekly spoke up, trying to get more information, "So, does everyone have to be like, looked at? Can I skip that part?"

"What? Why? Hey, Penny, you seriously have nothing to be afraid of."

"It's just that, I'm worried that, you know—I just don't want anyone looking at me down there..."

In a soft, reassuring tone, Sunshine addressed her concerns, "Don't worry about size, it doesn't mean anything. I'm not very big either."

Penny coughed and lurched forward, butting her nose into the back of the seat.

When she rubbed at her face and it was clear her nose wasn't broken, Sunshine went on, "I'm sure whatever you have down there is beautiful. I know it's weird to hear someone say that, but it's true. There are lots of different types of girls here."

"Who does the inspections, is it you?" Penny asked.

"Yes, just me, and no one else. But it's not like I give you a score, it's mostly just to make sure you belong here—we're not perverts if that's what you're wondering. We're regulated by the government. And their eyes are all over us."

The tall girls' shoulders slumped. She didn't even react when Sunshine untangled some hair, and very forcefully completed another ...

... section.

Sunshine thought for a minute, then leaned in close to Penny's ear. She whispered, "But if you did find a nice Japanese girlfriend while you're here, I wouldn't tell. You could probably choose whoever you wanted too." She waited a bit then tugged at Penny's hood. "Does this thing come off? It's getting in the way."

"I don't think so, no, it doesn't."

The counselor made it obvious what the problem was when she reached blindly into the back of her fluffy jacket and fumbled around with her fingers digging for hair. Penny giggled and slipped backward.

"Oh my God," she said in a huff, "that tickles! Stop! Sunshine! No!" More quiet laughter.

"See? You're going to have fun! But your hair though... I can't finish like this, and all your girlfriends are going to think this is how people wear their hair in Russia."

"Ugh!" the excitable sixteen-year-old said, then unzipped her coat. She managed to peel the lumbering, shiny material over her shoulders and was careful to not unravel the half-finished braidwork. Underneath was a grayish-blue long-sleeve shirt. Penny shivered.

"Don't you have snow in Russia?" Sunshine asked, setting the girl's jacket down on some nearby luggage.

"Yeah, but we also have coats."

When Sunshine didn't reply, Penny turned to see the woman removing her coat as well. She set it down in front of Penny and said, "Here, use it like a blanket."

"Why can't I just use mine?"

"Because mine is better. Also, it's more expensive and I ...