Camp COVID Tease

My wife, Erin, and I have volunteered to chaperone at the Boy Scout Camp for the past few summers as our sons, Hank, 10 and Henry, 12, have been active in scouts. This summer's camp, the last week in July, was touch and go as the pandemic had made folks cautious about any activities. Fortunately, our week went well but on Friday, officials found out that a troop leader who had been there the prior week had subsequently tested positive so the decision was made to shut down the camp for the balance of the summer.

The scouts headed home early Saturday and Erin and I sent our sons to town with some friends as we had volunteered to stay and button things up for the season. We spent several hours with a few other parents and installed window shutter, pulled in the raft and dock, stored the canoes and kayaks for the winter. Packed up the pantry and refrigerated supplies for shipment to a food bank, drained some waterlines and turned off power in many of the cabins.

We reached the point where I had about an hours' worth of work left to finish before we could leave and everyone else had headed out with the exception of Tony who had a few items on his checklist before heading out. Erin and I would be the last to leave, turning off the power and locking the main gates on the way out.

Erin said she wanted to take a final walk on the nature trail while I finished my work. She headed to our room to change, pack and take her hike while I finished my tasks.

About 45 minutes later Tony came back to the lodge and told me he had just shut down the staff cabin and had put a couple of boxes of food that had been overlooked in the back of my truck and that I should use them or give them away as they can't be left around to attract critters. Then he said. "And your wife asked if you could come to the ropes course to rescue her as she got her ponytail tangled in a turnbuckle and needed you to free her. Take your toolbox and the ladder." He then added, "It's a good thing she didn't wear those yoga pants and Lycra tank top when the scouts were here as it would have been cruel to all those young boys." Tony grinned ear-to-ear, told me where the ladder and toolbox were and said, "Hope you like pancakes and syrup." as he headed home.

I quickly grabbed the tools and headed to my truck for the half mile drive to the ropes course. As I pulled up I couldn't help but notice Erin. She was on the cargo net part of the ropes course, a few feet off the ground with her hands and feet on the ropes and her ponytail sticking up above her head, evidently tangled in the ropes and turnbuckles holding up the net. Erin was hard not to notice, she was wearing a white pair of yoga pants and white Lycra tank top with her trim midriff showing. I had been teasing Erin lately about being a perfect 36. Thirty-six years old, 36-inch bust, 36-inch hips and a 36-inch ponytail that she was very proud of. No wonder Tony had commented. The pants and top hugged her curves. The low-cut square neckline nicely displayed her cleavage and the valley between her breasts.

She yelled, "Help me." As I approached. "I've been stuck here for 30 minutes. I thought I could get myself untangled but I need your help."

I was chuckling as I looked at her. She looked rather delicious in an outfit that certainly would have drawn attention had scouts still been there. She was breathing heavily; no doubt having worn herself out some struggling to get free. The sun was bright and it was getting hot, above 90°. The sheen of perspiration covered her face and arms and midriff. Erin had been staying in the girls' cabin the past week (yes there are now girl Boy Scouts) and I had been staying in one of the boys' cabins. Erin's attractive helpless look had her horny husband contemplating next steps.

I couldn't help but point out the very obvious sign that said "absolutely no unsupervised use of the ropes course". Her wearing a push-up bra in a tight, cleavage-displaying top for a workout was indeed cruel. I didn't resist leaning over and kissing her rib cage as it was at the level of my head as she clung to the ropes. A second kiss and tickle earned me a swat as she risked releasing one arm to push me away before re-grabbing the ropes to release the pressure on her ponytail. It wasn't actually a ponytail but rather something of a French braid. Three thick bundles of hair braided together into a long single ponytail like appendage. I could see that about a foot over her head the braid was stuck in a carabiner type hook and attached to a turnbuckle that held the rope cargo net on the wood frame. It was obvious that Erin had been attempting to free herself as the braid was pulled apart with a fair amount of loose hair and broken strands.

I climbed the net beside Erin to get a better look at the situation. I teased her about being caught in my web and executed a not-so-subtle grope of her breast as I positioned myself to inspect her predicament more closely. It looked like Erin's attempts to free herself had created something of a mess with strands of hair caught in the clip, the spring and even the turnbuckle. After appraising the situation, I retrieved a scissors from the toolbox and approached. Erin was quick to tell me that I absolutely could not cut her hair. That earned her another midriff kiss as I ran my hands over her yoga pant covered thighs and ass.

Tony's advice about bringing a ladder was sound. In retrieving the ladder from the truck, I looked through the boxes from the staff kitchen hoping to find a bottle of water for Erin. Unfortunately, no water, only a couple bottles of cooking oil, several boxes of pancake mix, and half a case of bottles of pancake syrup.

I took the ladder behind the net wanting to get a more unobstructed look at the tangle. I couldn't resist some more butt grabbing and waistband snapping as I positioned the ladder and climbed to check things out from this angle. After about five minutes of manipulating her hair I had a plan. I went to the truck and grabbed some tools and one of the bottles of vegetable oil. I thought I would be able to take the clip apart and oil up her hair enough to slide it off the rough galvanized hooks and springs if it were lubricated with the vegetable oil. Erin was anxious as I approached. She kept squirming and moving and I was having trouble undoing some of the snarls. I poured a couple cups of oil on her hair which helped a great deal but didn't make Erin happy as it dripped down to her head and ran down over her face and neck. I told her to hold still and quit complaining or I would give her something to complain about. She didn't quit. I finally got the hinge pin loose and was able to get all the tangles undone. The only thing remaining was to slip the braid off the hook. But I paused.

I told Erin to move her feet to the ladder steps to give her a more stable position. That required her to step through the cargo net to position on the steps. I then took the bottle of oil and poured the remainder above her head in the pretense of helping the untangling. Erin squealed as the oil poured down over head and dripped down the face, shoulders and neck. A trail of cooking oil ran down her shoulders and was channeled into her cleavage and soaking into her top. She was using unladylike language as she challenged my competence. I suggested I could call some help if she kept complaining. I went back to the truck and grabbed some bungee cords, four bottles of pancake syrup and the remaining bottle of cooking oil. Erin threatened me as she saw me approach. "You wouldn't dare!"

I laughed at her and told her she looked so sexy and helpless and I missed sleeping with her this week and I couldn't help myself. I walked behind her, set the bottles down and secured one wrist with a bungee cord. Erin was threatening a lifetime of punishment as her second wrist was wrapped and hooked up rendering her defenseless.

I opened one of the bottles of syrup and turned it upside down in the waistband of the back of her yoga pants. The syrup poured out of the bottle and formed a bulge in the seat of her pants as it slowly spread and began soaking through the fabric. I pushed the bubble around forcing the syrup down over her ass. A second bottle followed. I more aggressively massaged her ass cheeks pushing the syrup to completely soak her ass and begin moving down her thighs. The outline of her panties was clear and the white pants became opaque. Erin continued her threats as I offered commentary about how much fun I was having.

I climbed up the ladder three steps and reached around Erin and slowly poured the bottle of cooking oil down and over the front of her top. I reached up and unhooked her braid before reaching around her and massaging her oil soaked top and breasts. By the time she realized her hair was unhooked I had the final two bottles of syrup upside down pouring out in the waistband of the front of her yoga pants. My hands grabbed her breasts massaging and fondling her nipples. She felt relieved her braid was unhooked and mostly in tact but with her wrists tied she couldn't escape her plight.

Her verbal assault shifted to how she couldn't believe what I was doing and how she would never forgive me. I teasingly told her she should be nicer to me. She hissed her disgust but it didn't have the edge of meanness. Since I could not use the scissors on her hair I took them from my pocket and chose to use them on the shoulder straps of her blouse and bra. Four quick snips, two blouse shoulder straps, two bra shoulder straps. Even without the straps, the tight, oil soaked top and bra clung to her. A few more snips and the back straps were relieved of their duty. The oil soaked top and bra still held on her front but slowly shifted as Erin's chest heaved with her deep breaths.

I moved off the ladder and went around to her front. I removed the now empty syrup bottles from her waistband. I began playing with the puddles of syrup in the front of her pants. I was not subtle as I massaged her pubic area and pushed the syrup between her legs and down her thighs. Erin squirmed but as she did the remains of her top was sliding down her chest so she attempted to remain still. It didn't work. The top fell to the ground as her oil slathered tits, with now very aroused nipples were greeted by sunshine.

I couldn't resist as I stepped back and pulled off my t-shirt and unbuckled my belt and stepped out of my shorts. Standing in my jockey briefs I grabbed my phone. Erin restarted her threats. "You wouldn't dare. That's disgusting. You pervert."

I cautioned her again telling her to be nice. "If you can't be nice I will have to sweeten you up some more."

Erin couldn't help herself. "You will need a picture, you will never get near this body again. I'll tell your mother."

I couldn't help but laugh at that as I took the two remaining bottles of syrup, removed the caps and pushed them in her waistband.

The slightly damaged braid now hung down over her front. Her arms were still tied to the cargo net out and above her head. The oily breasts with aroused nipples stood in their glory. The clinging yoga pants clearly showed her camel toe and hugged her shapely hips and legs. Erin squirmed as the two quarts of syrup oozed into her pants.

"Another threat and your yoga pants are next." I cautioned as I slipped my fingers in the waistband on each hip.

"You wouldn't dare!" she said before she could catch herself.

I heard Tony's truck coming toward us - he must have forgot something.

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The title said it was a tease.