Appalachian Adventure Racing Camp
Copyright© 2025 by Canairs90s
Scene 9 — Cal
Lindsey emerged some time later, finally clean and wearing just a towel. Cal tried not to stare. She grabbed her bag and disappeared, reappearing a few minutes later wearing her red shirt/white shorts combo from last night. Cal was a little confused, they didn’t seem like a great choice for this afternoon, but he didn’t comment.
“Hey, could you do me a huge favor?,” she asked.
“Of course,” Cal answered.
“Would you mind taking my muddy clothes down to hang up on the porch and putting my underwear on the counter before you shower? Now that I’m clean I don’t really want to touch them, they suddenly feel really gross.”
“Yeah, no problem,” Cal answered. He walked into the bathroom and quickly gathered her garments. He knew it was stupid, but there was something intimate about touching her underwear that she had not only been wearing but laying in the mud with just a few minutes ago. He felt the material of her panties, in particular, a bit more than was needed before laying them out on the counter, then took her leggings and shirt downstairs to hang on the porch railing and dry out.
Stefan and Annie were sauntering up just as he walked out the front door. He was still clad in just underwear although it looked damp. She was still wearing the destroyed HVT costume, which was both discolored, blackened by paint on the front, and semi-transparent, revealing she was still wearing the emerald green underwear from earlier. Cal surmised she’d taken a dip in the creek to wash off the worst of the paint and mud she’d been covered in. Both were carrying handfuls of clothes as well, Cal realized these were all the underwear they had muddied and used as missiles back in the first round.
“Shame you didn’t stick around mate,” Stefan said, “it was a great time after you left.”
Cal was surprised to hear the normally quiet big man pipe up first for once.
“Yeah, I can tell you love getting dirty, why do you let that prude teammate prevent you from having fun?,” Annie asked with a knowing smile. “Oh are you hanging up her clothes, that’s gentlemanly of you. Wait, where are her underwear?,” Annie asked with a frown, noting he only held a shirt and Lindsey’s leggings.
“We’ve decided to dry ours in our bathroom,” Cal answered, “we feel uncomfortable having our underwear on display for the whole camp.” He felt his cheeks redden at this discussion but gave a pointed look at the clothes the couple were carrying.
“Awwww, your prude girlfriend is embarrassed to have her cute little panties on display?,” Annie asked mockingly. “Is it because she always wears slutty little panties like her transparent yellow thong yesterday? Or is it because she loves feeeling like a dirty slut and goes commando? I bet those were her nasty paint-covered panties you threw at me!”
Cal was aghast that Annie, and presumably Stefan, had taken note of Lindsey’s exposed condition yesterday in Round 1. He was also furious at how Annie was talking about Lindsey. Taking a deep breath to control his anger he coldly replied, “For your information, it was my underwear I hit you with. Please stop harassing us.”
Stefan stepped in, his hands at waist height in a conciliatory gesture, “Ok ok, sorry mate, we mean no harm. Annie just has a sixth sense about these things and she thinks you enjoy getting down and dirty.” He glanced at his wife with an amorous gaze, “We just want you to know that we are open to playing with others if that interests you ... or Lindsey,” he said with a wink. The married couple proceeded inside without another word, although once Stefan was through the door, Annie turned and pulled up her filthy white tunic then shook her boobs, still in the once green but now paint splattered bra, at Cal obscenely while sticking her tongue out.
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