Scene 7 — Lindsey

Lindsey’s emotions felt crazy. Seconds ago she’d been worried they were about to blow their lead and apprehensive a guy she’d only met a few hours ago was basically feeling her ass, at her request no less. Now she felt pure elation at all the weirdness having paid off in a victory. She turned around and raised her arms in celebration then embraced Cal, not thinking about the three balloons still in the front of her shirt. They burst and oil once again soaked their waists and flowed down over their crotches. ‘Oh, that is giving me some kind of feeling,’ Lindsey thought to herself, quickly ending the embrace.

“Sorry about that,” she laughed, “I didn’t think about them still being in my shirt, I was just so stoked to win.” She was a little embarrassed but had a huge smile on her face. “You can smash the last two on my back to make up for it.” She turned around, presenting her back to him.

“Ha, it’s all good,” Cal replied, looking down at his re-soaked shirt and underwear, “I’m super excited that we won too and, let’s be honest, we were both already pretty covered.” It didn’t take more than a light poke to pop the last two balloons and Lindsey felt a fresh wave of oil flow over her bottom. “That’s for tricking me back at the start though.”

Lindsey laughed, “That’s fair turnabout.”

Coming down from the high of victory Lindsey realized she was standing in her soaked underwear and felt embarrassed. She grabbed her pants and began untying them. Cal seemed to have similar feelings, and quickly untied and put his pants back on. Putting on pants that were basically soaked in oil certainly felt strange, but she had to admit to herself she slightly enjoyed the sensation.

“My wardrobe choices today were certainly not ideal,” she joked, trying to break the awkward tension they both suddenly felt. “The sports bra I’m wearing is actually white, glad that’s not on display.”

“Eh, for all your lamenting about wearing a thong, it’s sure made that last part easier,” he commented, thinking about how much trickier extracting a balloon would be if he had to deal with more than just a waistband. “Not to mention we would have been out of luck if we wore shorts right,” he gestured towards the ladies from Team 4. “I’m really happy we got the win. At the end of the day these are just workout clothes, who really cares, right? They’re meant to get dirty and sweaty in.”