Hello fellow WAMS,
So far most of my stories have been water & bathing fully clothed based stories so I thought it might be time to tell you about a little unexpected time I took a fully clothed mud bath wearing my office clothing. This occurred during my late teens.

It was a hot late spring work day at the bank that I was working at in the nineteen eighties as a very junior employee. The branch that I worked in had very ordinary air-conditioning & as such we were expected to work in hot & sweaty conditions. All complaints about it seemed to be totally ignored because the boss was a complete turd.
I was wearing dark grey polyester dress trousers with a white long sleeved business dress shirt & a yellow & black striped tie. I wore black leather dress shoes with thick grey socks & I had a grey blazer. The outfit was almost identical to my former school uniform. Underneath all this I wore white underpants briefs & because my mother would absolutely insist on it a white singlet. My hair was cut short & sensible & indeed my whole appearance was clean cut & nerdy. I was usually compliant except for my propensity to occasionally enter the water fully clothed.

On this day I had had quite a row with my boss regarding me having to work back late into the night. I had agreed to do this believing that I was to be paid the proper rate of overtime. I worked the extra hours & didn't receive any extra money on pay day. When I questioned this he denied that I had worked the extra hours & told me to shut up & go away. I was furious & we had a row. He threatened to fire me.

I went back to my desk & sat there absolutely fuming. Because of this I was quite literally hot under the collar & my shirt had wet patches of sweat front & back & underneath my arms. My underpants were also wet & kept doing that thing where they almost disappear up your sweaty arse & need constant adjustment. I was very uncomfortable & unhappy.

After I had been working for a while one of the brown nosed supervisors asked me to deliver a large envelope to one of our customers by hand. I nodded agreement because although it was quite hot outside it was definitely better that sitting in this toxic place. I picked up the envelope & read the address. It was a bit of a hike but I'd enjoy the walk because it was near the river in a pretty part of the town.

I set off on my journey straight away. When I emerged from the bank into the sunshine I noted that the weather had become stiflingly hot & humid. I put my baseball cap on & walked quickly towards my destination. It wasn't long before my shirt was almost completely drenched with sweat & my pants were slightly damp. My underpants, singlet vest & grey socks were completely soaked. I thought briefly about how nice it would be to have a swim in the river but I knew it couldn't be so I banished the thought & continued on.

Eventually I came to the river bridge & I noticed that some people my age were jumping off it into the river. There were some really hot bikini clad girls taking part in this activity & I felt my trousers starting to tent pole. I was getting pretty horny. I nodded hello as I passed them & continued up the road.

Soon I had delivered my envelope & started on the return journey to the bank. I came to the bridge once more & noted that the swimmers were still there having lots of fun. As I began to approach them we started to chat. I asked them if it was nice in the water. They laughed & said, "Why don't you jump in & see? Strip down to your undies & dive in. It's as warm as a bath." I shook my head sadly & told them I couldn't because I was working. I was thinking that I would be far too self conscious to be seen in my underpants anyway. " Ha ha.. You probably don't want us to see you in your underpants. Why don't you just go in as you are. Jump in the water with all your clothes on. Go on I dare you. Shoes & socks too, everything you're wearing right now, even your tie? You'll dry off pretty quickly today & your boss won't even notice." I nearly creamed my pants thinking about that but I decided it would be too risky. With great regret I told them that I had to go & started walking off down the road.

After a short distance I stopped & thought to myself, "Are you crazy? These girls actually like you & they've just asked you to go swimming with them." I thought maybe I should go back & just jump into the water with them fully clothed. It was a huge temptation & I was torn between doing it & the fear of explaining my wet office clothing to my boss. "No I'd better just get back" I thought so I continued walking.

The path ran alongside the river & I was enjoying the sight of the lovely environment when I thought I saw something moving in a huge muddy bog. I stopped to see what it was. It was hard to see but it was definitely something moving. Maybe it was an animal or a bird stuck in there that needed help. I left the path & made my way down the grassy bank for a closer look.

It turned out be a large brown duck who appeared to be caught on something under the surface of the mud. It was completely caked in the mud & totally exhausted. I would have to help it. I began assessing the situation. If I stopped to help it I would get back to work late & most likely get into trouble whereas if I didn't it would face certain death because there were huge dark storm clouds building in the distance. Even though it was sunny now a big storm was coming. In an hour or so a lot of water was going to pass down through here & the bird would drown. It was a no brainer. I had to help it. Maybe I could go back & get one of the swimmers to free it so that I wouldn't get wet or muddy.

I made my way along the bank towards where I'd last seen them but unfortunately the area was now deserted. I called out but got no response. It was going to be up to me to free it. Fuck the boss & the bank. It's time they did something to help the environment besides they owed me several unpaid hours. If I was careful I could free it & not get myself wet or dirty.

I carefully made my way back to the duck & tried to find out what it was caught on. I approached it carefully talking to it in a soothing voice. I tried to lift it out of the water but it went berserk. It flapped its wings & struggled covering me with brown muddy spots. I couldn't get it out of the mud. It was quite stuck. I looked at my shirt. "Awe shit. This'll be hard to explain & clean." I would need to reassess the situation.

I noticed some old planks nearby that I could probably use as leverage. I was in the process of getting them when I stepped onto what I though was solid ground. My shoes sank straight down past my ankles into thick brown mud. I was now stuck standing in the mud. I struggled to remove my feet and in the process I suddenly
over balanced. Splat. I sat down hard in the mud & began sinking down. I struggled but found my arse was now stuck too. I began to panic & struggled wildly. I would have to use my arms to get my arse free. I managed to get myself standing again but now I was up to my knees in the mud. I almost lost my shoes trying to remove them from this sticky mud but I eventually freed my feet & dragged myself & the timber back to the duck.

My once neat pants had mud right down the back of them & the seat was completely covered in mud. My hands & shirt sleeves were caked in it up to my elbows as well. I wasn't having a very good day at all but the duck wasn't either so I went back into action & tried to gently lever the bird free. It just wouldn't come up out of the mud & it's flapping wings covered me in more brown spots. I had to find out what was holding it there. I was still trying to minimise the mud mess on my clothes so I tried to think of a way to get my hands underneath the duck without ruining my shirt too much further. The cuff buttons on my sleeves had become too difficult to unbutton because of the mud so I wasnt able to roll up my sleeves. They were just going to have to get muddy. I put the planks down so that I could lie on them & then be able to reach underneath the poor bird. It was almost totally exhausted & we were running out of time.

I looked again at my shirt & pants & realised that they were pretty messy. I had tried to keep them clean but it was not really working. I abandoned any further attempt at keeping clean & laid down on my belly on the muddy planks. I reached down into the mud & felt around the ducks feet. It seemed to have some string or fishing line wound around one ankle. I had nothing to cut it with so I proceeded to try to untangle it. In the process I accidentally slipped off the planks & face planted the mud. I cursed soundly but continued trying to work out which way the line was wound.

I was sinking slowly into the mud but I could only think about freeing the bird. Eventually I managed to free it's foot but still had to lift it up. The problem was that I was not in a good position to gain leverage. As I tried to lift it my lower body sank deeper into the mud. Eventually it popped out free & scuttled away towards the river. I laughed. "Thanks you ungrateful bastard." I struggled free & again looked at my clothes. Now my entire front & a fair bit of the back of my trousers were covered in mud. The seat was absolutely caked in it. I started to become very aroused. If I was this muddy I might as well get completely muddy. I had nothing to lose. Fuck it. I no longer cared. I was horny as fuck & I was going right in to that mud. I was gonna cover every inch of my body in that thick lovely chocolate brown mud.

I looked for the deepest part & simply belly flopped into it. I moved my arms & legs backwards & forwards in a star jump type movement until my front was completely mud caked then I began rolling over & over in it. I was wallowing like a pig & having so much fun. I put my head underneath the surface & completely covered my brand new base ball cap that had been issued by the bank for some team building exercise that I hated. I took it off & put my head under the surface once more. By now my once neat hair was full of lovely mud. I rubbed it right in until only my eyes were mud free then I completely filled up my base ball cap & put it back on my head. I was now the mud man.

It was very deep & wet mud with a thick creamy liquid consistency so I was able to swim, tread water & breast stroke in it. I used my hands to fill both my socks & shoes completely with with this mud. I struggled out of the mud and decided to completely fill my pants with mud. I was absolutely possessed by it. I looked around & found an old abandoned small plastic bucket. I tucked my pants into my socks & loosened my belt. I began to tip bucket load after bucket load down the front, back & sides until my pants were absolutely bulging with the mud. Then I undid a few buttons & did the same with my once neat & clean shirt. Even the sleeves were full. I was now much fatter than my normal skinny size. I even filled up my underpants & singlet.

I rubbed the mud against my cock & played with it with my hands in my pockets. Eventually I filled all my pockets with mud too. I dived back in & swam around again then I closed my eyes & dived under the surface. I rolled & rolled & rolled until my uniform was completely trashed. I humped & masturbated myself to the point of complete stupidity & finally laid on my back gasping for breath.

Suddenly I heard a yell. There were the swimmers all looking down at me & laughing. They came charging down the bank & plunged into the mud wearing their bathing suits. I opened my mouth & tried to mumble an excuse. "Don't even try it." One of them said, "We saw everthing. You need this therapy badly so lets just enjoy the mud." I soon realised that I was beaten so I enjoyed playing in the mud with them. Unfortunately even though I tried it on with the girls there was no sex because they were all taken but we had lots of fun & I made some new friends. I did get off on watching one girl pashing & humping her boyfriend but that was all I was getting. Eventually we all dived into the river & attempted to clean ourselves up.

The bikinis & bathing attire survived quite well but No matter how much I washed myself my uniform still had a yellowish brown tinge to it & looked quite dirty. I would have to return to work wet & looking like a bum. My shirt was untucked & my appearance was completely dishevelled. Someone gave me towel & I did my best to dry myself then I returned to the office. I was blasted badly by my boss who didn't accept the duck explanation. Luckily a lady manager had overheard the conversation so I was sent straight to HR. This manager was an animal lover & completely approved of my rescue. She had once been an animal rescue volunteer so she put in a good word for me & all the charges were dropped. She asked me if I felt that my boss had bullied me & I said he doesn't make life very easy for me but I don't want him charged. I told her about my missing overtime & she arranged to sort it out along with a small bonus. Bully boy was roasted on the carpet & didn't give me as much trouble after that so the day ended up pretty well after all. Sometimes when things go bad at work you just need a damn good mud bath but hey when you're neatly dressed in office attire why bother to remove your clothes? By the way always keep your tie on. you'll need it when you go back to work.
Cheers. Winter Woolly Wetboy. Ps, This photo is from a friend because I don't currently have any mud pictures. We didn't have phone cameras back then.