Appalachian Adventure Racing Camp
Copyright© 2025 by Canairs90s
Scene 6 — Cal
Cal’d been observing Lindsey figuring this challenge out. The oil from the exploded balloon had made the front of her yellow panties go practically transparent. His teammate appeared to be quite well groomed below the waist. Trying to avoid being inappropriate he diverted his attention to checking up on the other teams.
Team 1 appeared to be close to reaching the finish container for their second dropoff, however from what he’d seen when they stopped by a few minutes ago they couldn’t be getting more than 10 balloons a run. He was pretty sure that if he and Lindsey could get 50 in one run they’d beat them.
Team 4 had actually just arrived back at their crate and were filling up again. They seemed mainly to be holding their shirts out in the front, cradling the balloons the way you might carry a bunch of fruit, which had been Cal’s first idea. They were probably moving a few more balloons per run than Team 1 but they couldn’t move very fast and have many balloons in their shirts or they’d fall out.
Team 3 was just approaching their starting crate. Cal couldn’t tell for sure because Annie’s athletic dress was black, but she looked like she taken a bath in oil. ‘Maybe their first trip wasn’t very successful’ he thought. Stefan appeared to have a few dry spots but was in a similar condition. As Cal watched they approached their crate and Stefan tossed a balloon at Annie. She held out her dress to ‘try’ to catch it and it burst against her chest, oil running down her torso. Giggling, she rubbed the dress into the oil, clearly enjoying the sensation. Cal didn’t quite understand, perhaps they weren’t taking this seriously and had given up? That was a pretty big entry fee to not even try.
“I think that should be good, I have five in the front and three in the back.” Lindsey said, bringing Cal back from his reverie.
“That brings us to 56; I’ll do a few as well just to be safe,” Cal said. “Uh, how did you get the ones down your back since, you know, you ... uh don’t have boobs on your back?” Cal asked.
“Oh, I discovered that the balloon actually only breaks like one time in five if you drop it from your neckline. I just got really unlucky with that first one I guess.”
“Gotcha, ok here take the pants.”
Lindsey carefully took both pairs of pants from Cal, being careful to keep them upright and not lose any balloons.
Cal tucked his shirt into his boxers and grabbed a balloon. Holding the neck of his grey t-shirt out he dropped it down his front. The balloon exploded at his waistband, soaking the hem of his T-shirt and seeping around his cock and into his boxers, a similar situation to Lindsey a few minutes ago. ‘At least my boxers are a dark green checkered pattern, shouldn’t show anything inappropriate’ he thought, thinking about how much of Lindsey was currently on display. That got a tiny rise of arousal from his gut, ‘I need to be careful,’ he realized. He didn’t want an embarrassing bulge to develop. Grabbing another balloon he tried again, unfortunately with similar results. Assuming his luck was terrible he tried a third time, this time down his back and ended up with oil seeping down his butt crack for his troubles.
“Damnit!” he exclaimed in frustration.
“Ok sorry, sorry,” Lindsey laughed, breaking into a grin. “I felt like you needed that experience and I’m pretty sure we’re in good shape relative to the other teams. She glanced towards Team 3 which seemed to now be engaged in some sort of oil balloon juggling competition.
“I just leaned forward and dropped it down my back. If it rolls along your torso it’s slow enough you should be fine,” she explained.
Cal felt a little bit frustrated. He thought they were supposed to be focusing on winning, not getting each other messy. He leaned backward as if he was going under a limbo bar and rolled several balloons down his chest, then a few down his back with his posture reversed.
“Alright, I have five in front and five in back. We’ve got 66 on us now so that’s a good cushion to do this in one run. I think we can move a little quicker wearing shoes,” he said, putting his back on.
He took the pants from Lindsey so she could do the same then handed her back her pants to carry. Checking the other teams they saw Team 1 had apparently come and gone during their shirt misadventures and was well into their third run.
Team 3’s odd behavior continued. They were about a quarter of the way back to the finish zone; both now just wearing their underwear. Stefan had left his shirt by their starting crate for some reason, but he apparently had stolen Lindsey’s idea for a pants bag. Annie appeared to be doing similar, except her dress was not an ideal vessel. Cal began to worry that his and Lindsey’s deliberate approach may not be the winning one.
Team 4, the teammates from college, were just arriving back for their third run. They looked at Lindsey and Cal quizzically. They seemed to understand the ‘pant bag’ approach, but were powerless to replicate it since they’d both worn shorts.
“Alright, let’s go,” Lindsey said, “I’m a little concerned about Team 3 but they spent so much time messing around I think we’re still good if we can do this in one run. I think if we move at a light jog we shouldn’t lose any balloons. Like maybe 10 minute mile sort of pace?”
“Yep, agreed. I think that’ll work,” Cal replied.
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