My name is Ludivine. I have natural blond hair. Im divinely, and above all other shoes, I love rubber boots. I wear them all the time, also to sleep, and I own several pairs. Im exactly what one can call a boots fetishist. I could pass hours admiring and touching them. I also have the traditional kaki green Aigle rubber boots. I also possess riding rubber boots, some of them having leather inside. That gives me some wonderful sensations wearing them with bare feet. My preferred boots are one that goes just below my beautiful knees. I also use to wear some shiny black rubber skirts too. I really enjoy going in the city clothed like this: I have my marine Kway vest on my marine-striped T-shirt which I wear without bra under it. I have my lovely blue rubber boots by the cute brand Le Chameau, the sailing series ones. And my pant is a marine Kway pant. I like the feeling of the smooth nylon on my legs. It caresses me when I move. It is exciting. Apart from wearing my rubber boots dry, I also wear them taking my shower or in a bubbling bath. And the most wonderful experiences, I live them in the woods that adjoin my garden. It is very convenient to have woods just beyond ones fence. It makes things a lot easier when going back home to clean oneself. I walk in the muddy paths after heavy rains. You can imagine what it is like if you have some experience in what Im going to tell you. I wear this particularly sunny day a marine Kway bib, green waders under the bib and a white t-shirt. No socks indeed. I enjoyed it in advance because I knew that it was going to be very wonderful. I had fortunately accompanying me a close friend that was also a good photographer. He didnt know what I was going to do. It added to all the excitement. We walked in the woods, beginning to go deeper in the deserted part of them. My friend took pictures of the scenery, still unaware of what was going next. He began to have some doubts about my mental sanity, when he realised that I had a peculiar smile on my red lips. He wondered why it was so much fun for me just walking in the woods accompanied by him. I began to step with some vigour in the muddy puddles, making some mud splash on the pant of my companion. He didnt seem to remark it at once. So I continued to do so, and laughed a lot with him. My laugh seemed to attain him. He began to take photographs of me. He had fortunately a water-proof digital camera. I enjoyed a lot making the muddy model, as you can easily imagine. I began to walk in deep puddles. My friend asked me if I had boots high enough to walk in such deep water. He wasnt aware that I wear waders under my bib. He also didnt know that I had no socks and no bra. That he was to discover later in the walk. I began to have a lot of mud on my bib. Suddenly, I slipped and fell on my bottom. I made a high muddy splash. The result was that I was under water just below the top of the bib. I was still dry under it. I could continue to pretend that this story was only accidental and not at all premeditated. My honour was safe. My companion offered to help me recover my vertical position. As he offered me his hand, I made as if I couldnt stand up. So I pulled at his hand with too much force and he fell on me. His camera went underwater. He being only clothed with white jogging pants, baskets and Kway vest. He was all muddy. It was the first time that he fell in mud. He didnt know how to compose himself. I let him take full repossession of his means so that not to indispose him. But I couldnt help to begin to laugh. I had apparently managed to put him in mud by accident. I proffered some vague excuses for having doing so. Afterwards, when we were at least standing and he having found his camera, we had to decide what to do next. He clearly wanted to go home to clean himself. I was disappointed not being able to be a lot muddier. I obtained to continue with him saying that he could continue to take pictures of me. It seemed to really excite him, so he didnt seem to care anymore being muddy himself. As I said, it was a sunny day, also sufficiently hot not to catch a cold even being very wet as we were. I knew where there was a very deep muddy spot that I discovered a long time ago. I did go there with my friend pretending not to know the path at all, but spotting it for the first time. But him being somewhat astute, he pretended not to have noticed my love for mud. Whatsoever, I didnt bother because I was a free girl and no one had to dictate me my behaviour. So I walked right in the middle of the ditch. My bib began to fill-up and also my waders. I called my friend to join me in the ditch. He hesitated first, but when I said to him that considering his already muddy state, he cant be bothered to be messier. He joined me in the ditch in the end. We had a great moment of fun playing in it together for quite a long time. We finished in underwear. After that, we decided to exchange our clothes. And we walked to my home to cleanup the mess. We were going directly in the bathroom. After having cleaned ourselves, we decided to have a look at my rubber boots collection and there he decided to wear some flashy pink rubber boots and me shiny black riding boots. He had to take some of my clothes, his being in the washing machine for the moment being. He also chose one very cute pink jogging that I had. I choose the military green cameo one-piece suit that I had. I loved it also very much. After a strong meal, we decided to look at the photos he had taken of me in the woods. I was very happy to have them. I proposed him to be my official photographer and also my official husband. Both he accepted with joy.

End of story.

Wetalix