The mud pit glistened, irresistible. Fully-dressed in my skirt, blouse, tie, and navy socks, I stepped in slowly, feeling the cool muck rise over my feet. I sank to my knees with a gasp, the thick mud soaking my clothes, clinging to every inch.

I rolled, dragged myself through it, smearing my blouse, grinding my hips into the mess. My tie was slick, my skirt soaked, my body lost in the sensation.

When I was covered, dripping and breathless, I turned on the hose. Cold water hit me hard, washing the mud from my skin and clothes in slow, teasing streams.

And I smiled already craving the next time.