All she needed to see was the 2 twenty something girls swimming in their clothes nearby. We had made several trips to the Scout Camp for visitors days and such, and even spent some time at the waterfront and neither of us gave a thought about getting wet until we saw the two girls. The public beach was on the access road, and we had checked it out before, more as a place to relax than anything else. Then she saw them, just before dark, in jeans and long sleeve shirts, on the swimming float about 50 feet from shore. As soon as we were told that visiting hours were over, she couldn't wait to get to the car. She had me pull over, under the guise of using the porta can at the beach, and when she came out, she walked to the waters edge and dipped her hand in, and asked the girls how the water was. "Warm" was the consensus, and looking back at me over her shoulder, she just walked right in, sneakers and all, and swam out to the float and joined the girls. She climbed out and her rugby shirt hugged her body as she feigned wiping the water from her jeans. In minutes, she yelled to me to come join them, and hesitantly I emptied my pockets and waded in, removing only my belt, but still wearing my jeans, sneakers, and my own rugby shirt. I climbed up on the float and was quickly introduced, as they looked me up and down. Suzy blurted out a comment about them admitting that they enjoyed a fully clothed swim too, with emphasis on the "too", meaning that she had already shared our secret. With nothing more than a few laughs between us, we all went back in the water and played around for a while until it got dark. We said our goodbyes and headed for home, and it was clear that she had found another "spot" for us to play.
Almost 2 months had gone by since we last visited that spot, although we had discussed it a couple times, we never quite made it there. Then one drizzly Sunday, while riding around looking for yard sales, we ended up pretty close to the camp. Actually, we passed by the street on the main road that we were on, and she suggested that we head over and have our lunch near the lake, under a pavilion. As I headed that way, the last thing I was thinking about was getting wet, but apparently she already had ideas. We ate our lunch from the cooler and decided to take a walk around the lake. September weather already had us in jeans and rain jackets, but she dug into the bag she packed and out came the play clothes. She had packed a complete change for us, as well as towels, "Just in case", because we never knew when an opportunity would present itself.
Suzy already had on a cotton turtleneck, and she topped it off with a thick ribbed navy blue one from Lands End and smiled as she handed me a matching sweater and a white cotton turtleneck to wear under it. "Now we match" she said with a giggle as I dressed to her expectations. We topped off our outfits with baseball caps and decided to leave the rain jackets behind because it had pretty much stopped raining for the moment.
Off we went, almost two miles around and to the opposite side of the lake. With not a soul in sight, we kind of joked about taking a swim, but decided that we didn't want to walk back soaking wet. That changed, because by the time we hit the turn around point, the rain had started again, first as sprinkles and a mist, and then it became steadier as we got closer to our car. With maybe a hundred yards left to go, it increased to a downpour, and she held me back as I fought the urge to run for dry cover. "What difference does it make, we're already wet and we have dry clothes" she pointed out the obvious. So we just continued at our regular pace, feeling the water seep through our clothes and the weight of the wetness increase with every step. By the time we got to the edge of the beach area, we noticed another car parked there, engine running, wipers on, facing the water. "Busted" I said to her. "Who cares?" was her reply, as she veered toward the sand. She broke away from me as I was still heading to the car and as soon as she noticed, she asked "You coming?" as I looked at her kind of perplexed. I walked back over to her as she continued down the beach and to the water, and asked her "Are you seriously going in with people sitting there watching us?" . "Yup" was her reply, followed by "But discreetly", which left me more confused.
At the edge of the water, she knelt down and stuck her hand in, "It's like bathwater" she said, which forced me to bend down and check it myself. Just as my hand touched the water, she gave me a shove, I think hoping to push me over, but I stayed on my feet, only in about knee deep water. "Funny!" I said as I sloshed back to dry land. "Oh don't be a killjoy" she said as she kicked some water at me. I just smiled and never said a word, hoping not to give myself away until I got closer to her. Just a step or two away, I grabbed at her arm and missed as she pulled away from me. "Oh no!" she kind of shrieked as I reached out again and she leapt away from my grab and into ankle-deep water. "I know what you're up to!" with a big smile as she took a couple more quick steps increasing the distance between us. "But you said we're already wet" I replied as I tried again and she pushed my hands away, stepping back further into the water. A few more attempts on my part, a few more pushes away from her, and we were standing knee deep in the water in about the middle of the beach. The next time I grabbed for her, she caught my hand and hung on, and as I reached with my other hand she grabbed that one too. Now it was a pushing fight, back and forth in the water, but for her it was mostly back, with a big smile on her face and repeated "No's" coming out of her mouth. As the water got deeper, her resistance was less and less, until finally, up over our waists, she just gave in and we held hands and walked back into the water until it was up to our chins, and we swam to the float. We tread water for a couple minutes before climbing out just as the rain was subsiding. We looked at each other, soaking wet, sweaters sagging down over tight, wet, shiny jeans and all we could do was laugh. "Discreetly?" I asked her. "Well, sort of, but now it looks like I can at least blame you!" she kind of chuckled. "Oh shit!" she said as she looked at he car next to ours as we heard the engine shut off and watched the doors open. "Busted!" was her next comment as two figures emerged from the car. Then she laughed and said "Take a look at who it is." and I pretty much thought that we had seen those girls before as they got closer to the water. "Beat us to it" one of them said, then "we decided to smoke a doobie before we came down". as they walked right up to the waters edge. Dressed in jeans and hoodies, they stood on the beach and talked to us for a couple minutes until one took her hoodie off and walked into the water in jeans, sneakers, and a long sleeve t-shirt. The other girl must have been cold, because she removed nothing and just waded in behind her friend, and by the time they were chest deep, swam out to the float and joined us. As they clambered out of the water, both remarked how warm it was, and within a minute in the cool, damp air, we all ended up back in the water, which was more comfortable.
Suzy and I got about chest deep and stayed there, splashing each other and generally playing around, and the girls were no different. They commented on our attire, how we were dressed alike, which prompted Suzy to adjust both our necks and sleeves to show what was underneath. It didn't take long for them both to figure out that we sort of had this planned, and they both thought it was pretty cool, but "different", pointing out that they just swim in whatever they have on. Suzy let the cat out of the bag and told them about how we like to get wet, sometimes messy too, and always carry extra stuff in case the opportunity presents itself.
"Do you guys like mud?" one of the girls asked. "Huh?" I replied. Now they both asked us the same question, and we both answered "Yes, I guess so, why?" They looked at each other and told us to follow them, and up onto the beach we went and down the shoreline maybe a couple hundred feet until they stopped. "Right here" one of them said, "this is where the runoff goes and with this rain, it's probably good and soupy" she pointed out gazing at the coffee colored water. "Kinda yucky looking" Suzy commented. "Yup, but nothing in there that'll hurt you" was the reply as both girls looked at each other, let out a scream, and jumped into the water. We looked at each other and gingerly stepped into the murky pool, finding out in only a couple steps that we were sinking up to our waists. The hole was full of creamy mud and silt that quickly made the water even dirtier as we moved around. Wading through it and reaching the girls, we sank and sat in the muck for a few minutes until it dawned on us what we were doing. Looking around, Suzy spotted an edge area without water, and within minutes, she lead the 4 of us over to it, discovering that it was pure slippery, sticky, squishy mud. We slid around in it, rolled in it, threw it on each other, and covered ourselves completely from head to toe before deciding to go back to the lake and rinse off.
Covered and weighted down with the ooze, the four of us went back to the beach and straight into the water, shaking and twisting and trying to get rid of as much mud and dirt as we could. Then Suzy got the bright idea of going to the car. Digging through my gym bag, she came back with a bottle of shampoo and we sat in knee deep water, foaming each other up, hair first, then our clothes, mostly the sweaters, until we were covered. The girls took advantage of the bottle as well, each soaping up their hair until it was full of lather. Together, we all swam out to the float, leaving a trail of bubbles in our wake, and after a few dives in and touching bottom, we declared that we were as clean as we could get and headed to shore.
We all wrung out our tops, dripped, and toweled off as best we could and headed into our cars, and the heaters inside.
We said goodbye, finally reintroducing ourselves to each other, getting a laugh from our "experience", which the girls thought was "cool".
Suzy and I headed home, still in our damp clothes, ready for a hot shower once we reached the house. We had fully clothed sex in the bathroom shower after we covered each other with shaving cream and made out for a while, playing with each other on a towel on the bathroom floor.
We visited that spot several times again over the years, but only for a fully clothed swim sans the mud, and it turned into one of our favorites. Aside from the one time that she intentionally went through the ice in the springtime, we never encountered anyone there until our very last visit.