A Paintball Party by DawnR..,

“Waap!” I felt a paintball hit my thigh, it stung like hell, and I felt the tingle right through to my pussy. I had a brief image of that long oak table as I ducked and weaved through the trees to avoid further hits.

I almost fell down as the ground dropped into a small hollow. Below me I saw undergrowth on one side of a large fallen tree. Clearly the hollow was ground torn up by the roots of the tree when it fell. I went down gingerly and crouched behind the upright base of the tree. I could hear people moving around through the trees and talking quietly together.

“Did she go this way?”

“I’m not sure,” answered another voice, “I’m pretty sure I got a hit.”

“How about over there? There are lots of hawthorn bushes there, they make great cover,” a third voice chimed in, and I heard them veer away.

As I sat there, the image of the oak table again entered my mind; only now knights in amour were seated on either side with their long lances upright between their knees. I shook my head and looked at my watch while I gathered my thoughts. I wasn’t used to having visions in the middle of the day. What the hell was triggering them?

We had now been playing for about forty minutes and it seemed I specifically was being hunted or was that my imagination? Maybe my heightened awareness was because unlike most or all of them I had not played this game before. The trackers did not seem too concerned for their own safety. Surely my team weren’t all captured already. If they were, lucky them. It was the second of June and the first real heatwave of summer had arrived yesterday. The coveralls were made of a waterproof material that did not breathe well, and I could feel the sweat run between my breasts. These togs were probably great on a cold day in March or November.

This was my first paintball experience and I had not really brought the right clothes. David had said he would pick me up at one thirty and had said to dress ‘casual’ and bring a change of clothes. However, I had wanted to dress nicely for him. This was only our third date, if this could be called a date. So, I was wearing designer jeans and a sparkly top. I had a skirt and another sparkly top together with a towel in my bag back at the clubhouse.

I’d realized I had made a mistake shortly after we first got there. The clubhouse was the one the boys used for their rugby games and was somewhat lacking in facilities. The front door opens on to the main clubroom. I saw a long table with ten upright chairs around it. If it ever has a polished finish, it was long gone, the surface was just smooth worn oak and just looking at it I felt a frisson of…what…excitement? Against the walls there were two sofas and a large sectional that could seat four or five in a squeeze. Apart from that the only furnishings were a bar counter at the far end and a dart board in the other corner.

Between the sofas a door on the right-hand wall opened into a changing area with benches and lockers and beyond that I could see four large showers. Two on either side. Only one had the remnants of a shower curtain. When I say large each had four overhead showerheads and there was a handheld shower at each end. I guess after rugby communal showering was the norm.

I walked past the showers to a door which I hoped led to the restrooms. It did in a manner of speaking. On one wall were six urinals with two of the guys standing using them. Just before I ducked back out, I noticed three stalls on the other side which I assumed were toilets, all-in-all, pretty basic. Glad I did not need to use one right now.

David introduced me to John, who was in the process of holding up a coverall against David and he handed it to him. He did the same with me. I’m a bit over five-nine so I do not need ‘petite.’ I liked John immediately, he had a really engaging smile and was at least six foot, taller and less boyish than David. I said, “Thank You!” and moved away carrying my coverall as the next person in line took my place.

The coveralls felt heavier than I expected as I took mine. There was one other girl already there. She was wearing a light cotton t-shirt, which came halfway down her bum. As I watched she turned her back on the boys and pulled off her jeans exposing a white cotton thong below her t-shirt. I saw one guy nudge another as they looked but nothing was said.

She folded the jeans and put them in her bag and pulled on a pair of light tan cotton shorts. As she turned back and sat on the bench, she said, “It’s so hot I’m not putting on the damned coveralls until we are ready to start.”

Several of the boys nodded. There were six of them including John and David. I had met three of them before, when I met David at the pub before our second date. Our two dates had gone well. We both clearly felt a mutual attraction. In the first date he walked me to the door of my apartment. I leaned in to give him a good night kiss, but that was quite a kiss and one thing led to another and by the time he left about two hours later…well let’s just say we had consummated our new-found relationship…twice.

It’s not something I had ever done on a first date before or had intended on this one, but there you are. You’ll say I should know better. I’m thirty-one and David is what? Twenty-six, I think, so you’ll say I’m cradle snatching, but as I say the chemistry was there and, in any case, it had been several months since my last time. I hoped like hell he wouldn’t chalk it up as a one-night stand, but he called me in the morning even before I left for work to arrange a date the following weekend.

After we met his buds at the pub, we went back to my place again and he slept over. We spent the day together and he slept over again. He had been confident enough to bring a change of clothes. I wondered if he thought he was in love with me, that was not really what I was looking for. He borrowed my razor before he left for work on Monday. All of which brings us to this weekend.

As I was saying I had watched this girl who was clearly smarter than me get changed and now I was in a predicament. Was I going to take off my top and jeans and stand around in my sports bra and panties in front of everyone or just put on my coveralls? What made it worse was that my top only came down to my hips and the panties I was wearing weren’t even sensible. They were hip hugging, lacey and almost transparent. I had put them on with this evening’s activities in mind.

And now more and more people were arriving and most of them were the guys from the rugby team. I realized all of them were around David’s age or younger, except John who might be a year or so older. What would they make of me? The fact was they did not even seem to notice. They were all busy changing into more suitable clothing. Most of the guys stripped to their underwear and one stripped naked before pulling on a jock and some shorts. The fact there were females present did not bother any of them.

In fact, I only counted two other girls apart from myself and the one who had already changed. One was wearing a light cotton summer dress which she removed to reveal a fairly minimal bikini. There were a few wolf-whistles as she caught the guys’ attention and she twirled and smiled. It was clearly the reaction she was looking for. The other girl arrived in t-shirt and shorts, but she carried a bag which I imagined held a change of clothes for later.