Appalachian Adventure Racing Camp
Copyright© 2025 by Canairs90s
Scene 17 — Cal
Cal heard a small splash and noticed the crotch of Lindsey’s pants was suddenly wet again, a bit of mud washed away. Lindsey looked at him, she looked suddenly self-conscious.
“Whoa, that’s hot,” he said, awed.
“Whew ... so I knew I could do that, err, know how to make myself do that, but that normally involves a lot more than 5 minutes and a little fingering. Something about you and this whole situation just really does it for me, I think.”
“You’re amazing,” Cal stated. He pulled Lindsey into an embrace and they made out again. They enjoyed feeling their dirty bodies pressed together in their post-orgasmic glow.
After a few minutes they began to come down from their high.
“Uh, would you like me to step out while you actually shower?” Cal asked timidly.
Lindsey laughed. “So I actually have a rule on that,” she said, clearly joking, “once a guy has gotten me off it’s ok if he sees me naked.”
“Oh, is this a situation you find yourself in often?” Cal responded, smiling and realizing he was being a bit absurd.
“Haha, jerk” Lindsey answered and turned on the shower. They stepped under the showerheads and the mud began to wash off their bodies.
“Still feels pretty strange to be standing in a shower fully clothed,” Cal commented. He’d been pretty well covered in mud but having his clothes soaked felt different, water permeated them in a way the mud didn’t.
“Yeah, agreed,” said Lindsey, “the two shower heads sure are convenient now though.” She grinned at Cal. “I did find out this morning that if you sort of push the mud off with your hands, kind of like a squeegee, it helps get the mud off faster.” She demonstrated her technique by scraping her hands down her body to force the mud away.
After a few minutes the bulk of the obvious mud had been washed away. Cal was a little hesitant to just start stripping but figured it was his turn to make the first move after Lindsey had initiated this fun. He stripped off his shirt, which was now mostly blue again, and began trying to wash individual spots of mud out as best he could.
Lindsey carefully removed her torn top, Cal wondered why she cared, she could never wear it again. Her capris were a similar story, they were sort of white again with the worst of the mud washed off but were permanently discolored. She turned to Cal and pulled her hair behind her head while thrusting out her chest teasingly.
“Do you like this cute matching bra and panty set I picked for our brunch date?” she asked Cal.
Cal laughed at the absurdity of her question. First, Lindsey’s bralette and panties weren’t actually a set, the bra had polka dots and the panties had strawberries. Second, and more important, both pieces of underwear were clearly the worse for wear after their muddy adventure, stained a dirty off white sort of color. To top it off he also knew that the panties had recently been filled with their combined fluids.
“And here I am trying to win the darn game you just think about getting into my pants,” he laughed in reply, then removed his shorts.
“So what if I am?” Lindsey asked with a giggle, then sauntered towards him swinging her shoulders. Cal realized she was doing an impersonation of a runway model strut across the shower and laughed at her antics. She fondled Cal’s package through his boxers, then whipped off her bralette theatrically. She flicked her hair over her shoulder in an exaggerated fashion and gave him an artificially seductive look.
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