"Ugh!" Stacy groaned as she picked herself up, feeling herself covered in mud from her face to her knees.
She couldn't open her eyes, as the mud was caked on. She was about to scrape the mid from her eyes she she felt a hand on her wrist. She wanted to open her mouth to protest, but was afraid of getting mud in her mouth. She was thankful she was able to breathe from her nose, but wasn't too thrilled about the smell. Still, she was able to walk behind whoever was leading her by the wrist.
"Don't worry, we're going to clean you up! You showed us the way to showers, so all you need to do is stand under the spray once you get in there!" Said a female voice.
Stacy nodded, and let herself be dragged through the camp, hoping they arrived at the showers soon. She was a bit dismayed by the amount of giggles and sniggering she heard from the group of campers, but figured they were just gossiping or talking about other things.
"Okay, here we are! Since I'm the oldest camper among the group, I'll stay with the group to make sure they don't go anywhere, and I'll get a couple other campers to assist you." The girl holding her wrist said before letting go.
"Okay, you and you. Go and...assist our counselor." The girl proclaimed.
Stacy wasn't sure if sheet looked the way she emphasized "assist", but couldn't dwell on it as she was pulled by both hands into the shower cabin.
"Don't forget that showers are usually done without any clothes on!" Stacy heard the girl say better the door closed.
Stacy stumbled behind her two leaders until they dropped her wrists. Then, she felt hands on the bottom of her shirt and on the waistband of her shorts. She let them undress her, trusting these campers not to do anything wrong. She was naked, mud still covered her face, and she was waiting for the water to wash it off, but instead she got a blast of cold water to her crotch! She signed at the sudden pain, but felt the water stream and understood what happened. She wakes forward, thinking the spray from the shower head just happened to hit her there, and she could just move closer to aim it higher. However, after the steps, the water did not move. She felt the spray of the water and walked towards it, the already going between her legs and parting her labia with each step. She began to feel stimulated by the spray, but pushed it out of her mind as she continued.
When she reached the nozzle, she was confused since it was mounted right at her hips. As she did in front of it, the pressure of the stream of water was now on her clit, which distracted her from her train of thought, and now focused on the sensation. Before she took advantage of the situation, she wanted to be sure she was alone. She knelt down to position her face in front of the stream, and washed the mud from her face finally. She turned around and saw...
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