I have limited experience with wetlook stories and events of late have kept me from really having the focus to write. I figured I'd try a new direction. Hopefully liked by someone out there.
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Candace walked slowly along the trail. The smell of the pine forest around her and the heavy mist that clung to the ground and lower branches filled her nostrils. Without thinking, as if on autopilot her feet followed the trail coated with a spongy layer of pine needles. Each step brought her closer to the bubbling brook that cut through the small glade. The birds were strangely silent as the mist was being burned off by the rising sun. The air was damp and cool enough that her nipples poked through her thin cotton t-shirt and the moisture feeling like a film on her exposed skin. Droplets were beading and running down the back of her calves and down her neck into her cleavage and the ends of her tied back dirty blonde hair were weighed down with the moisture.

This whole set of stimuli just created a sense that this was a moment almost outside of her life, like from another world, or that time had stopped dead. Still, she forged onwards, her muscular legs rippling to the faint whispering noise of the small black yoga shorts she was wearing. The noise from the creek was getting closer and closer and soon she could see the sun shining down and making it look like a cascade of silver and crystal. Where the trail cut across was a narrow point, but she turned and went upstream slowly along the rough, tumbled rock shore. Here it widened out towards a grassy bank on the other side. The other way was the glade proper with the picnic tables and rest stops, and thats not where she wanted to be.

Finally stopping and surveying the scene, she put her glasses into her shoulder bag. Bending down, she untied her shoes and slipped them off. Putting them aside with the bag she walked forward towards the creek just in her white ankle socks. She felt them getting dirty with each step. Dirt, pine needles, and then slippery clay and dirty water as she reached the edge of the water turned the soles almost black. The pebbles were hard underfoot but a summer of Parks Department work had toughened them up a bit. Cold, clear mountain stream water started to soak into the material as she stood there in the sun.

She shivered from the cold as much as the sensation of the contradiction of the warming sun on her body and the ice cold water around her feet. Goosebumps rippling up along her arms and the back of her neck as she just stood there and let the capillary action of the cloth envelop her feet without truly committing herself. She felt a longing of late to get back to nature and she didn't realize what her desires entailed. Deep down inside herself she decided this was her moment of truth and she stepped in ankle deep into the brook. She felt her cheeks flush and her body tingle, the cold almost a pain she couldn't endure but as she panted for breath, frigid water lapping over her ankles she realised that there was no denying she was horny now. The heat she was feeling between her legs was something she had only really experienced a few other times before without someone actually going at it down there and it just added to the surrealism of the moment.

Another step forward and her teeth started to chatter as her feet slid on the polished stones of the creek bed. Step after step she felt jolts through herself from her head to her toes. Thoughts collided in her head, images of ropes, of being hosed down with ice water. Her hands were roaming over her body, slow circles moving towards her erect nipples. The easily poked through the thin material of her shirt and stopping almost shin deep, she squeezed them hard. A sharp gasp escaped her lips and she slid a hand up her neck and into her hair, pulling her own head back.

Continuing across the stream she emerged into the sloppy grey silt of the other bank that was soupy enough that she would sink to the point where her socks were covered. Emerging completely and standing on the grass with muddy feet she continued to explore her body, one hand slowly sliding up under her shirt to fondle a breast as she brought the other down a cheek to her face to slowly suck on the end of the finger. Walking back to the creek she slowly went through the soupy mud to the point where the stream bed wasnt quite as rocky yet and slowly, carefully lowered herself to her knees. The water ran up against the back of her shorts and she spasmed from the lower back upwards enough that her hands went into the water. There she was, hair falling forward around her face, cold water splashing and flowing around her ass and between her legs.

Her shorts were long since soaked and she couldnt move. The cold was intense but it was now like a trial by fire for her, she could take it, she wanted it. She ordered herself to stay like that, but her thighs starting to spread of their own accord. Even though she always thought of herself as a missionary or on top girl, never stooping to being done on all fours, leaning forward so the ice cold water was flowing between her legs, the contrast of cold outside and hot and wet inside making her bite her trembling lower lip.

Inch by inch she lowered herself until the electric feeling of her nipples making contact with the crystal clear water, she was determined to see this through now and laid down completely into the water, dunking her head. She was counting in her head the moments until the cold was going to be unbearable, but laying here, soaked, practically frozen with the force of the water against her crotch was making her light headed.

Moaning she crawled her way out through the sloppy mud on her hands and knees, soaked, shivering and her head just swirling with far too many thoughts as she reached the grass. Wiping her hand on her shirt and up her neck, over her face and into her hair she slid the other one into her shorts. The sun was starting to warm her now as her fingers went inside her thong and she felt herself slide down between the lips.

Trembling, she felt the soaked material clinging to her skin as she writhed on the dewy grass and the water beading on her as she slid her finger around her clit in slow circles before sliding down further and hooking it inside herself. Her hips moved almost of their own accord as she rubbed the cool, translucent material over her breasts, pinching and roughly squeezing them as she did. Working the other finger, her own hot wetness starting to lube the cool skin she breathed deep and exhaled slowly as she rubbed her hand over her face.

Pulling her hand out of her thong she got to her knees and then crawled back down to the water. Sinking back up to her knees she dunked her crotch into the muddy water by the bank and gasp as she soaked herself in the cold stream, the clay oozing around her spinning off clouds into the otherwise clear water as she sat back and ended up laying with her legs and crotch in the water.

Starting to rub herself through her shorts with one hand while scooping up the watery clay with the other and rubbing it over her face and shirt before finally sliding that hand into her shorts to play with herself with her dirty hand, rubbing up and down faster and faster before bringing the other hand in and sliding the fingers inside herself until she felt herself gushing. Her head was thrown back as she worked her hands, she was moaning and muttering as she shuddered and finally had to pull her hands away. She climaxed again when the cold water hit her again without her hands and she splashed in the water and finally dragged herself gasping onto the grass where she laid herself out spread-eagled. Her shorts glistened in the sun and her shirt was almost see-through with the curve of her breasts and clearly showing her aching nipples. Kneading the grass with her hands she just laid there to exist in the moment for a bit.

Drifting in and out of a haze she watched the clouds before remembering that she didnt have all day and soon there would be a lot more hikers coming around. Crossing the stream and feeling a charge and thrill with every step through the water, she fought the urge to lay back down, but instead crossed over and went back to her bag and threw on a light windbreaker to hide her nipples. Putting on her shoes and enjoying the squishing sensation with every step she innocently went to the stream and, pulling the insulated flask out of her bag, filled it with water from the brook.

Starting the walk back along the trail, she started to warm up and fought the urge with every step to just pour the flask into her shorts and start rubbing again, but the thought of a full ice cube tray back in the kitchen overrode that.