Rhododendrons are an invasive species that have been long established here in the English Midlands. They often grow to twelve or fifteen feet or more in height and cover an area with a diameter of twenty feet or more. There is a movement to get rid of them as they outgrow native species, but they have beautiful red purple flowers, and this was a proud survivor.
It took me almost fifteen breath-holding minutes to make my way carefully towards it. As I moved forward, I saw a cluster of players standing in the trees fifty feet to my left. They must have been on opposing teams as they engaged and exchanged shots. Too occupied to notice me. Suddenly a guy charged out of the bushes right into my path and I shot him. I knew he was blue team by the three red paint splats on his coveralls.
“Shit!” he said, nodding at me as he began to walk to the clubhouse.
As I reached the rhododendron, I realized it was no more than sixty yards from the clubhouse, and I figured that it had probably already been searched more than once. I looked at my watch less than twenty minutes to go. Hidden within it I was emboldened to strip off my coverall and remove my sweat saturated clothes, everything but my impractical panties, which I felt I should keep on for hygienic reasons. Even my sports bra went on the little pile. In the end my panties went too, they were so wet they were practically falling off me. I hoped they washed the coveralls after every session. I mean they had to didn’t they, to get rid of all the paint?
I pulled the coveralls back on and before I climbed into the top of the tree, I laid my pile of clothes on a branch just above head height. I found the sensation of being naked inside the coveralls rather arousing and thought back to seeing all those guys practically naked. The rough fabric was brushing across my nipples as I moved. When I began to climb into the tree, I could feel it rubbing my clit and pussy lips.
As I found a stable perch behind the main trunk, I had the vision of the oak table surrounded by knights again, but this time their armour was off. Some sat in leather jerkins or rough linen shirts, and some were bare-chested, and what each now held stiff and upright between his legs was not a lance. I could feel more than sweat now trickling between my legs. I really hope they wash these coveralls.
“Woah!” I thought, “Enough already. David is in for a good time tonight.”
Five minutes later I heard voices, two people were approaching.
“We only just searched that,” said one, and I heard David’s voice say, “I need to pee, Jerry.”
“OK, don’t be long we’ll look over there.”
I wondered if David had spotted me, but no, he came in unzipped and let fly a healthy stream of piss. I saw he already had three red paint marks on him. Clearly, some of my teammates were finding targets. I waited until he zipped up and as he turned to go, I fired at him and ducked out of sight.
“Shit!” he said, as he felt the sting. He looked up but could not see me. “I’m out,” he called to his teammates.
“Someone in there?”
“I guess so, but you’re taking a risk. They are well hidden.”
I heard the girl referee’s voice.
“No talking, after you are out of the game,” she reprimanded.
“Sorry,” said David.
“There’s only ten minutes left, and I’ve still got two lives.” I did not know if he were talking to David or to himself.
I had already cocked my gun and my shot hit him the second he stepped in. He looked up as he heard me cock to reload. He couldn’t see me and ducked down, but I still had a shot and did not wait.
“Fuck!” he said.
“I warned you, Jerry,” I heard David say, “Let’s go get a drink.”
I looked at my watch and decided to wait where I was. It could only be another five minutes before I the klaxon would sound.
When it sounded, I climbed down and once again the fabric rubbed against my exposed skin. Too much of this and it might become painful but as the game was over there was little risk of that. I picked up my pile of clothes from the branch where I’d laid them. As I stepped into the open, I removed my mask and John came up beside me and said, “Congratulations Amy. I would not have picked you for a survivor. Come on, let’s get over to the clubhouse I think everyone else is inside.”
Aside from being mildly aroused, I was feeling rather pleased with myself as I walked the sixty yards to the clubhouse. The feeling of the rough material of the coverall was definitely making me feel sexy. Then just as I got to the clubhouse door, I realized I should have changed back into my clothes while hidden in the rhododendron. But now I was walking back with John; I thought, “What am I going to do now?”
As soon as I walked in someone put a bottle of beer in my hand and said, “Cheers!”
I put it down while I laid my pile of clothes on top of my bag. Then I picked it up again and took a drink. It was so cool and refreshing I finished it in three long gulps, and John handed me another one.
“Is anyone missing?” asked John. He paused.
“No, we’re all good,” said the girl, who had been the other referee. She was sitting in her bikini top with the bottom half of her coveralls still around her waist. There were about ten people standing around drinking beer, some still in coveralls, some in their street clothes. I could hear sounds from the changing room.