Revenge of the Angry Aunt

"You were a bad boy," she continued as a wicked smile crossed her face, "You went to sleep before we finished."

She looked into his eyes and began stroking his shaft with her hands. His cock, now wet, was very receptive.

"I'm sorry;" he replied, "I'll finish now."

"Damn right, you will." She stated, leaving no room for discussion. "You better do what I say from this point on, period."

"Yes, Lacey, anything," he answered as she sweetly smiled at him and picked up the pace of her strokes.

She moved so that she was now sitting to his side, still stroking, but allowing her stockings to now rub against him. With her free hand, she moved his hand to her stocking so that it could rub. He was now like putty; she could mold him to any position.

She stopped stroking, to his great dismay, but she leaned down and kissed him. When she pulled back up, she showed him a condom which she quickly opened.

"Safety first," she whispered as she rolled the condom onto his cock and kept her strokes firm and steady.

She leaned in for one perfect kiss, while speeding up her strokes and said, as she began her kiss, "Now, baby, now. Cum for me, Mr. Small, like you've never cum before." And, with that, her tongue eased into his mouth, her hand sped up stroking even more, and Mr. Small exploded into the condom.

Veronica stayed in position, maintaining both the kiss and the stroking until she felt Mr. Small finish completely.

When she was finished, she told him how happy she was and that she hoped he could help her reach orgasm shortly.

"Oh yes, he answered, "Anything."

The sun was now coming up over the lake, and Veronica said, "OK, Mr. Small, I'm going to run to that little store right outside the gate and get us some coffee and some breakfast. You wait here and I'll be back within half an hour."

"I'll come with you," he offered.

"No, Mr. Small, really, there is no need for both of us to go, but you're super sweet to offer." She replied with a smile.

She leaned in for a kiss and continued, "I know you're tuckered out, baby. You just lay here and relax before everyone else gets here today, okay?"

She was stroking his hair, and she could feel that he was relaxing; she knew that he was tired and wouldn't take much convincing.

"Sure, Lacey, whatever you say," he answered.

"Let me put sunscreen on you first, though, Ok?" she asked.

"Yes, please," he answered.

He remembered that sensation from yesterday and was anxious to feel that again.

"Of course, Mr. Small, I love this part," she said.

She straddled him and began putting the sunscreen on him, "It's oil today baby, I'm out of lotion, is that alright?" she asked.

As the oil was being massaged on his cock first, he happily agreed. Leaning back on the deck, he had closed his eyes due to the sun, so he didn't notice that it was baby oil, not tanning oil. His only thought was that he was proud of himself for beginning to get hard again so quickly.

She oiled up his crotch, tummy and chest and then said, "You need some Chapstick for your lips, baby, alright? They look awfully dry."

He opened one eye and saw her holding a tube of Chapstick that he reached for.

"No, baby," she whispered, "Lacey will take care of you."

As he closed his eye again, Lacey used a quick switch of hands and began applying her lipstick, which she had been concealing just out of his site, to his lips.

"Now, your face, baby," she cheerfully said.

He didn't move or open his eyes. This allowed Veronica to apply all of her makeup to his face. She used the same motions as she had the previous day with actual sunscreen, so that he suspected nothing. When she was done, she dropped all of her makeup items into her bag, well out of site.

"Mr. Small, I'm completely out of sunscreen, baby, and I didn't get to your legs," she pouted.

"I'll be fine," he said.

She ignored him and cheerfully exclaimed, "I know."

"What?" he asked.

"I'll get more sunscreen at the store," she said while removing her stockings.

"Sounds good, Lacey," he answered while watching her stockings.

She eased over to his legs and began pulling one of the stockings up one of his legs.

"I'll put these on you to block the sun while I'm gone, then remove them and apply lotion to your legs when I return." She excitedly said.

She was now smoothing the tops on his thigh, lightly, 'accidentally' brushing his cock as she did so, silently pleased with herself as she watched it jump to attention.

"Lacey, I don't know," he started to say.

But she playfully cut him off, "Mr. Small, I know you like the feel of these," she said as she rubbed his thigh through the stocking. "And, I know, he likes it," she teased, as she lightly tugged on his cock, now fully hard. "So you just lay there until I get back and rest. I'll hurry so we'll have time for a surprise before the others arrive."

She knew she didn't need to wait for an answer, so she stood up and got dressed. She took a little while longer than necessary to allow him to fall back asleep, which he did fairly quickly.

She quietly packed up everything, including all of his clothes. She then took a few pictures of him on her camera phone, and then she tiptoed to her car, leaving Mr. Small on the deck, completely nude wearing thigh highs and a lot of makeup and lipstick. There were only a few things near him. There was the bottle of baby oil, the used condom, his wallet, and a small bag of marijuana that she had asked the other beachgoers to leave for her.

As she drove out of the camp, she stopped to remove her "Nude Beach Ahead" sign and to replace the camp sign that she had removed and hidden behind the tree. It now read: "Camp Timber Ridge: Girl Scouts Camp."

She removed her lock, and left the broken one and the bolt cutters at the gate, and drove away.

Before getting too far away, she dialed 911 from her untraceable, prepaid phone, purchased the day before, and reported a man on the beach, fully naked and acting strangely at the Girl Scout camp. She begged the cops to be sneaky as he looked like he could be dangerous. She then called the tip line at the Atlanta Journal-Constitution newspaper and reported a police raid at the Girl Scout Camp. She even e-mailed her pictures of the suspect to them via the same phone.

She then returned to her hotel and took a long bubble bath. By the time she finished, got out and turned on the television, it was on practically every channel.

The report stated:

"A man has been arrested, nude and in drag at a nearby Girl Scout camp. Police confirmed that they had come up upon the sleeping man just an hour before the camp, which is only open on weekends during the school year, would have been swarming with Girl Scouts. He appeared to have broken into the camp via a back gate. His identity has not been released, but there are unconfirmed reports that the man had some illegal drugs, and there was some evidence of sexual activity."

The mug shot flashed on the screen, and Veronica couldn't help but laugh at how pitiful Mr. Small looked, especially with all of the makeup and lipstick still on. She smiled as she imagined her photos hitting the newspaper the following day.

She knew that she had nothing to worry about. His story wouldn't check out at all. There was no record of her visiting him at school. There would be no student of his with a sister meeting her description named "Lacey." There would be no trace of a "Nude Beach" sign found, and the college kids that she had met at the bar the other night and paid to be at the beach the next day would be too scared to say anything. They certainly weren't going to show up and say they were also nude at a Girl Scout camp and that they brought the marijuana. They might not even piece together that they were involved. College kids weren't known to watch the news regularly, and they didn't even know that they had been at a Girl Scout camp.

Mr. Small's story would sound unbelievable to everyone. Veronica imagined hearing him telling it.

"A beautiful woman showed up and drove him to a Girl Scout camp, which he didn't recognize as such. She convinced him to get naked, again while he never noticed Girl Scout cabins just down the beach. She then spent the night with him and jacked him off into a condom. This was followed up by her somehow nicely making up his face with several types of makeup, all without his noticing, and then she disappeared, apparently leaving a bag of marijuana behind that he had no knowledge of, despite his wallet being right next to it."

"He'll be going away for a while," she thought to herself. "Trespassing, breaking and entering, public nudity, possession of marijuana, and probably more charges that she couldn't think of. And all of this at a camp for girls!"

"If he does manage to avoid prison or at some point get out," her thoughts continued, "He'll be listed as a sex offender and he'll never end up in a position where he can prey on younger people again."

Veronica got dressed and drove to the airport, stopping along the way to dispose of all the evidence in a dumpster.

On the way out of town, she called her sister and said that she wasn't coming to town after all. She told her to send her niece to school this week and if things aren't 100% better, she would come to get her next weekend.

Suspicious, her sister asked, "Veronica, what did you do?"

Veronica laughed and said, "I'll talk to you later, sis, I think my phone is breaking up."

And with that she hung up her phone and got on the airplane to return home.