Appalachian Adventure Racing Camp
Copyright© 2025 by Canairs90s
Scene 8 — Lindsey
“Alright, I think we have a pretty clear winner,” the counselor said authoritatively, “between the paint and fact half her outfit is currently pressed into the mud Team 2 is the clear winner of this round.”
Annie squirmed underneath Lindsey, both playing her role as the defenseless HVT and apparently enjoying getting completely covered in mess again.
Lindsey was elated at her victory, for a brief moment she enjoyed the feeling of a person writhing between her legs in this muck but quickly snapped out of it and began to rise.
“Awwww, why’d you stop?,” Annie asked, “I can tell you were enjoying it too,” she said in a whisper only Lindsey could hear.
Ignoring her, Lindsey leapt to her feet in jubilation. She raised her arms and unleashed a victory whoop. She had to laugh at her situation, here she was standing over a girl who was essentially a stranger, in a pool of mud, completely covered in muck and paint and not wearing shoes, yet she was as excited and happy as she could remember. What a strange camp this was.
“Awesome job, Linds! That was amazing,” exclaimed a winded Cal as he arrived at the scene.
“Thanks there teammate,” she replied in a mock drawl. “I’d give you a nice big hug but I’d prefer I had at least something to wear that was clean,” she said, waving at her orange shorts he was wearing. She thought he looked pretty absurd with her way too small for him running shorts over his loose gym shorts. Then she realized she was completely covered in mud and laughed out loud at the absurdity of it all. She began scraping the worst of the thick mud off her covered form.
“Another impressive victory for Team 2, I don’t believe we’ll be re-using that uniform again Annie, do as you please,” said Pierre. “Our next game will kick off at 11 AM outside the main building. We’ll be heading into town for a nice spot of lunch at a lovely cafe, make sure you’re looking your best,” he continued with a devilish laugh.
The defenders began removing their foam suits and headed back towards the main building. Cal removed Lindsey’s constricting shorts and looked relieved.
“Oh, dear husband,” called Annie, now propped up on her elbows in the mud, “aren’t you going to rescue me after you let that sexy lady get the better of you?”
Lindsey was a bit taken aback, being called sexy was nice but Annie’s innuendo after her earlier comment made her feel a little odd. Overall she just didn’t like this girl.
“I’m going to hop in the creek to wash the worst of this off and grab my shoes. I left them under the bridge, was worried I wouldn’t be able to cover them well enough,” she told Cal.
Lindsey plunged into the creek to get the worst of the mud off. She surfaced and was pleasantly surprised how much of the mud seemed to wash off her relatively easily. She rubbed her hands through her hair trying to get the worst of the mud out. She giggled internally a little; she was washing her hair again, only this time she wanted the mud out. She felt some stubborn dirt still in the depths of her crotch and her bra but overall she felt far less disgusting than she’d anticipated. It almost felt good in a strange way. She climbed out after a few minutes holding her shoes to at least keep them from getting dirty and asked Cal to hold them for her. She took off her black ankle socks and wrung them out then they began to head back to the main lodge.
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