My new boyfriend and I had decided to go for a country walk with a pub lunch thrown in at some point. I got dressed up carefully so that I'd look nice, but with consideration to the country walk part, and also the fact that it was late winter and quite chilly. I chose a nice smart jumper, worn with my best winter coat (a bit like a parka but nicer material, and a gorgeous dark purple colour). I put my new skinny jeans on, they were jet black, and proper drainpipes! Shoes were a challenge! I wanted to look cute and sassy, but also needed to walk a couple of miles or so! I selected some flat shoes, in the style of ballet pumps. They were black, with beautiful sparkly bows on the fronts. Because it was cold, I also wore socks, they were thin black ones, with these amazing bright red coloured heels and toes. With my shoes on, there was just black sock visible though, so I hoped they were a subtle way to keep my feet warm and comfortable. Because my shoes exposed so much of the tops of my feet, I was very glad of the socks as a bit of defence against the cold. I guess, from 10 metres away I looked like I was wearing boots, but a lot of what you could see was actually sock, and not shoe.

Hopefully you can see that I'd tried hard to look my best and I certainly felt sassy and attractive as we headed off!

We walked for a while, and it was very enjoyable. Conversation flowed easily and I felt that we were getting on really nicely together. My only nagging fear was that we might be a little bit lost! After a while, with relief, I spotted the pub that we were loosely heading for, in the distance, on the other side of a field. The field didn't really have any kind of path across it, but looked reasonably passable with just the odd muddy puddle, so we decided to take a short cut, using it.

Keen to eat, I strode out in front, enjoying the thought of a hearty lunch. I had to carefully pick my way around the muddy puddles to keep my shoes clean. After a short time I had to take a fairly large step over a puddle. As I put my foot down on the other side I was shocked to find the ground was nowhere near as firm as it looked. My foot sank into soft mud! I would estimate it at about 20-25cm deep. My shoe plunged into it and I felt it splodging all over my smart black sock. It was quite a way up the leg of my jeans! I let out an involuntary squeal. "It's muddy!" I blurted out. "My foot sank!" My boyfriend had the look of a man that desperately wanted to laugh but thought it might not be acceptable. He took my hand and told me to relax and try to pull my foot out of the mud. I did just that and knew straight away that my shoe had been sucked off. "Oh no, my shoe's come off!" I moaned. The mud was so thick that I felt my foot slip out of it and sure enough when I withdrew my foot completely from the mud I just had my sock on. "Cool socks!" exclaimed my boyfriend, clearly a fan of my black sock with its bright red heel and toe. The top of my sock that had been exposed by my low-cut shoe had loads of mud on it, and this was slowly oozing all over the bright red toe. The bottom 15cm of the leg of my jeans was covered too. This was embarrassing! I could feel my face turning redder than the tips of my socks! I hopped to a firmer bit of ground and stood there resting my shoeless foot on top of my remaining shoe, while my boyfriend carefully navigated around the puddle and managed to retrieve my shoe from the mud. He handed it to me, smiling. I scraped the worst of the mud off it with a stick and scrubbed my messy sock and jeans-leg with a handful of scrunched up grass, before putting the shoe back on. I looked kind-of OK and felt that once the mud dried a bit it would maybe brush off?
Even keener for lunch, we walked on across the field being a bit more vigilant about gooey patches! We got a bit further without incident, until we came to a deep puddle across the whole path (not that it was really a path, just a "lane" that crossed the field, between crops). It was well over a metre wide so we decided to take a little run up and jump across. I went first. I retreated for my run up and trotted towards the obstacle. I was thinking, with some amusement, that my little ballet pumps were not very good running shoes, especially on a muddy surface! I giggling as my boyfriend encouraged me. When I got to the edge of the water I leaped in the air and cleared it easily. What happened next was a blur, so I'll try to slow it down and explain it for the purpose of the story.
I comfortably cleared the water and landed on the other side. Unfortunately however, it was even softer and muddier than the earlier patch. My ballet pumps touched down, and instead of the firmness I was expecting, they plunged into mud with a muffled squelching sound. It was a good 20cm deep again, and in my shock I became unbalanced. To stop myself falling over in the mud I quickly stumbled forwards to keep my balance, managing to lose BOTH of my shoes in the process. I felt them come off as I lurched forwards, and briefly caught a glimpse of the bright red toes of my black socks before my feet squelched back into the deepening mud without shoes on. I let out a scream. "Oh my God, I've lost my shoes! My socks are in the mud!" The feel of it through my thin socks was otherworldly, unlike anything I'd ever experienced. I wiggled my toes, feeling the slurpy mud whilst imagining my nice, smart black and red socks getting covered in it. I couldn't believe what had happened to me as I stood there in the deep mud, shoeless. They say that the feet are one of the more sensitive areas of the body and as my socks were only very thin ones, the soft, wet mud felt very slimy. I really shouldn't have worn such small, slip-on shoes for a country walk in the winter. Not that I actually was wearing them anymore, I thought with a giggle.
My boyfriend had boots on so wasn't especially concerned about the mud. He hopped over the puddle and stood next to me in the mud smiling. He took control of the situation. "Look, walk over to the edge of the pathway where it's a bit firmer and I'll try to get your shoes out of the mud". I pulled one foot out with a loud sucking squelch, that had us both giggling, and looked in mock horror at my lovely black sock, now mostly covered in the brown gungey mud. "I think my socks might be ruined!" I said, laughing. My boyriend smiled and replied "I really liked those socks too! The bright red heels and toes are very sassy!" I was quite surprised, and pleased that he'd noticed my socks. I continued towards the edge of the mud squelching along the field in what was by-now about 30cm of sticky mud. My jeans were splattered almost up to the knees, I looked a total mess, but was finding it strangely untroubling. Almost fun. It was so easy to walk in the deep mud in just socks. It felt really natural and we were both giggling at the sucking noises as I took steps. Not really caring about trying to keep clean anymore, I sat down on the muddy, grassy path-edge and tried to get some of the mud off my socks and jeans. I wasn't very successful, It was so thick and sticky. I felt a right idiot, sitting there with no shoes on while my boyfriend tried to find them. But, weirdly I was a happy idiot. This was not what I'd wanted, but this was definitely a fun date. Deep down, who doesn't love playing in the mud?
My boyfriend, who, by the way, is called Dan and will be referred to as that from now on finally pulled two very bedraggled looking shoes from the mud and brought them over to me. He put them on the grass next to me and bent down and gave me a long, lingering kiss. To me, this meant that, although I had embarrassed myself by sinking in the mud, he still found me attractive. Despite the fact that I had been wading through deep mud in my socks and was filthy, he still wanted to kiss me. I felt a buzz of satisfaction in my tummy as we kissed. I was very happy, despite being muddy. It surprised me, but I think I actually felt a bit sexy.
Dan suggested that we continue. "Look, I know it's muddy, but really the damage is done now, we might as well continue and maybe the pub will have an outside tap we can use to rinse our shoes, and your socks and jeans". Mad though it sounded, he was right. There wasn't much point avoiding any further mud now, we may as well continue on the shortcut. "OK, sounds like a plan" I replied. "Don't think I'm mad or anything, but I'm not going to put my shoes back on until we're out of the field. Let's face it, they'll only come off again, I might as well walk in my socks". Dan laughed and agreed with my decision. "I'll have to buy you some more of those sexy socks when this is all over" he replied, still laughing. I loved that he thought my socks were sexy. I looked down at them. There wasn't much red or black visible now, they were mostly slathered in wet mud.
I struggled to my feet and we started walking across the field again, only this time I was carrying my muddy shoes rather than wearing them. I couldn't help finding it fun as I skipped and skidded through the mud in my socks. Ahead, there was an even muddier looking area, punctuated with gooey puddles on the surface. It looked like it had been well churned by farm machinery perhaps. I suddenly realised that rather than being concerned about it, I was excited about potentially getting even muddier. I couldn't wait to (literally) dip a toe in! Giggling, I turned to Dan and said, "no point pussyfooting around, might as well dive on in!" I then scampered towards the first gooey bit and jumped into the middle of it. I think Dan's talk of a tap to clean up had gone to my head and I no longer saw getting muddy as a problem, despite the very nice clothes I was wearing. I landed with a massive half-splash, half-squelch and immediately discovered that this bit was a lot deeper! I shot into the wet mud at pace and went in right over my knees and involuntarily threw my shoes across the mud as I flailed my arms to keep balance. I squealed with laughter as the mud splashed up and showered my coat. Dan was laughing his head off too. "You're mad!" he blurted out through fits of giggling. "It's only mud!" I shouted. "I'm having fun!"
I was almost stuck, up to my knees and it was a great effort to pull my feet out and wade through this much deeper, thicker mud to retrieve my shoes. My socks were completely covered in the mud now and it coated my jeans almost up to the thighs. It had splattered heavily up my coat and I even had some on my face and in my hair. I recognised that what I had done was utter madness, but I really was having so much fun getting myself really muddy. I was well past the point of damage limitation, pretty much everything I was wearing had at least some mud on it. Dan seemed to be enjoying my fully-clothed mud bath too, shaking his head and laughing at me. Something about the scenario of being watched and laughed at while I frolicked in the muddiest field I'd ever seen was actually making me feel very sexy. I couldn't deny it. At that moment I decided I was going to go all in and enjoy a complete mudding. My coat, jumper, jeans, shoes and socks were all pretty much my best, and I didn't care. In fact, I think that fact actually spurred me on, it made wallowing in mud so exciting!
"Dan, will you do me a favour?" I asked coyly. "Er, I guess so..?" he replied in a quizzical fashion. I continued. "Great. Look, I'm pretty much trashed in the mud now, there's no point trying to stay clean anymore, this is enormous fun, I want to play in it some more. Will you get handfuls of the really sloppy stuff over there and throw it at me? I want to get totally covered in it. I might even lay in it and roll around in a minute!" Dan looked at me like I truly had lost my mind. Then he started laughing. "Well, I guess you are very muddy, a bit more won't make much difference will it?"
I smiled sweetly at him. "Dan, I'll love you forever if you make my muddy dream come true! This is going to be amazing!"
He wasted no time. He advanced towards the sloppiest area of mud and bent down to get two large handfuls. And he hurled then at me. Then got two more and just kept doing it. The thick, wet mud bombs rained down on me, covering my purple coat, landing in my hair, running down my face, the works. I squealed and screamed with laughter as the wet ooze covered me. Dan was laughing too. "Lauren, this is, by some margin, the strangest thing I've ever done to someone I actually like!" he said. I giggled, and squelched my way towards him, like a petite, blonde, fully clothed mud monster, still revelling in the sensual feel of the mud through my socks. "How about doing the second strangest?" I responded. "Take these, and fill them right up to the brim with mud!" I handed him my ballet pumps. "Haha, really? OK then!" he answered. I stood, ankle deep in the "shallows" and watched as he scooped up some particularly wet mud and filled each shoe in turn with it. He carefully put the mud-filled shoes down. "There you go Lauren, er, fill your boots!"
I eagerly slid my socked feet into the ballerinas, one by one. Wet oozy mud erupted from each shoe as my foot displaced it. It shot up the already covered legs of my skinny jeans. It felt amazing, really, really fun to do this! I walked around laughing at the loud squelches coming from my shoes with each step. They were kind of glued to my feet with mud now! It was certainly an extreme way to keep them on, if nothing else!
I was pretty much completely muddy now, and absolutely loving how I felt. It was just such a thrill to have become plastered in the mud and totally filthy in a really nice outfit. There was a deep, meaningful fizzing sensation in the pit of my belly. I felt incredibly sexy. "I'm going to roll in it Dan!" I blurted out. I felt my muddy cheeks flushing pink as I squelched my way back into the really sloppy, deep area. I flopped down onto my knees, loving the feeling as my thighs plunged into the thick mud. Then I did a kind of roll around onto my bum and laid down in it. I wriggled and writhed around to make sure my coat and jeans became totally covered. By now, I was actually really turned on, I'm pretty sure my knickers weren't just wet because of the mud. Dan was incredulous. "Lauren, I can hardly see you now, you just blend in to the field! You're covered! This is the craziest thing I've ever seen anyone do!" I let out a breathless laugh and replied. "This is the most fun thing I've ever done Dan, I know it's only a muddy field but this is incredible! Come over here and bury me in it, I dare you!" Not for the first time, Dan obliged. He crossed the mud towards where I was rolling around and stood over me. "So, you actually want me to cover you right up with mud Lauren?" I giggled. "Yes, that would be really fun, don't you think? Like messing around at the beach, except we're playing in mud instead of sand! Before you start though, can you take my shoes off again? I think it will be more fun in socks!" Dan crouched down at my feet and slipped my shoes off with a gentle squelch, exposing my muddy socks once more. I pushed my feet into the mud and revelled in the feel of it again, without shoes. I loved the appearance of my slimy, brown socks. I couldn't stop imagining the once bright red heels and toes, slathered under the mud.
Starting with my shoulders, Dan heaped masses of mud onto me, working downwards until he completed the job by burying my feet. I started to feel mildly orgasmic as he heaped and slopped the mud all over my socks, tickling my feet in the most tantalising way. I wriggled my toes, delighting in the feel of the heavy oozing mud. I let out a low moan as my crotch pulsed and throbbed in a truly beautiful manner. "Are you OK down there Lauren?" Dan said, obviously responding to my sigh. "Ooh, yes Dan, I've never felt happier!" I replied breathlessly. I couldn't believe I was buried up to my neck in a muddy field with my best clothes on, but I also couldn't believe that I was heading relentlessly towards an orgasm. One thing was very slightly not right for me at that moment. Without being vulgar, for me, breasts are a huge part of orgasmic experiences. And here I was, covered in mud still with my coat on. I wanted to take my coat off and get back in the mud just in my jumper so my breasts would be more subject to the cold ooze. I also found the idea of getting my jumper covered in mud very sexy and appealing.
With great effort, I sat up, giggling as the mud cascaded off me. I fumbled through the slime and managed to undo my coat and took it off, marvelling at how heavy and sodden with mud it was! I must've looked incredible with a clean jumper, amidst the rest of my slimy clothes! "Look Dan, I found a clean garment! Come on, help me get really, really muddy!"
Dan gently pushed me back down onto my back in the mud. I shivered with excitement as I felt my clean jumper becoming covered in the smooth, sloppy ooze. I thought back to earlier when I'd been agitated and embarrassed about getting a bit of mud on my sock. Look at me now! I was literally having a bath in the stuff and absolutely loving it. Dan knelt down next to me and started to massage my breasts, through my jumper, with handfuls of mud. "Ooh Dan!" I moaned. "That's amaaaaaaazing..!" It got even more amazing as he rolled me onto my front and fumbled up my jumper with his muddy hands and unfastened my bra. Then he squelched me round onto my back and pulled the bra down, whilst leaving my jumper on. This totally ramped the sensuality up as the cold mud smothered my rock-hard nipples and my jumper, like everything else I was wearing, became covered in mud. "Ooh Dan, I've never felt so sexy in my life, ooh, ooh!" And, as I laid there, writhing and squelching in the muddiest field I'd ever seen, I shuddered my way to an almost unstoppable climax. I kicked my feet and stirred my hands around in the slippery mud as wave upon wave of orgasm engulfed my whole system. It was like I was in the grip of the mud and it wouldn't leave me alone until it had covered every part of me and ruined every single thing I was wearing from the socks upwards. And I was only too happy to let it have its way.
It was several minutes before I could stand up and start to consider just HOW I was going to even start on cleaning myself up. As I still only had socks on my feet, the first job was to find my shoes. I was just about to do this, when I looked at Dan. I noticed he had a massive trouser tent and I realised I had probably neglected his needs a bit. I advanced to him, pulled him close (covering him in mud!) and kissed him decadently. Within what felt like seconds we were having filthy, muddy sex, right in the middle of the sloppiest area. I quickly reached orgasm again, moaning loudly as I dug my socks into the mud. As I did, I felt the powerful, pulsing ejaculation of a very charged up Dan. We slumped together, giggling into the mud.
We both felt it a very bad idea to proceed to the pub on the basis we looked like Swamp Thing and his assistant. We unsuccessfully removed the worst of the mud, I got dressed back into my coat and shoes and we squelched our way back to mine via the quietest route we knew.
I was finding mud about my person for days afterwards, I recall spending about an hour cleaning my usually immaculate toenails. Socks are definitely not the best footwear for going in the mud. Or, are they? And does it matter if we had fun? And talking of socks, I managed to wash them to an acceptable standard and they are black and slightly-dull red once more! I still wear them. Dan always comments when I do, he calls them my mud safari socks.
We're actively planning to do this again, the devil in me wants to do it in work clothes with some killer stripy socks...