A Muddy Creek Adventure.

(Out of order with the previous story). 12/15/2019. First draft & edit.

A wet & muddy satin and silk business clothes adventure. Fictional.

Jane & Mari out in public in a muddy creek Part 1.

A glass of Rose' in hand, looking her guest up and down with interest, watching their suits float around them in the boiling jets of soothing warm water in her in-ground outdoor Jacuzzi. Her mind wandered to the local creek nearby, usually waist deep or more in mud pools at the edges at the culvert end all year round, deeper on her side of the creek, a deep pond further along the creek where it plunged into a lower reach over a waterfall where she could leisurely swim in calmer waters and wash it all off, a pebbly beach to one side under an overhanging bank, well out of sight, a resting place often used to wash off, the depth way over her head in the center, many times diving but unable to find the bottom.

Jane twitched, jerked back to reality, suddenly tight and tingling between her thighs, demanding immediate pleasurable attention, Jane deliberating over slowly sinking in mud. Her chest tightened and lifted, her nipples hardening up, her bra material teasing her breasts painfully, shivering with every move. The visions of sinking in mud, erotic thoughts of gently teasing herself and masturbating fully clothed while going under past her waist, opening her legs as her best silk stockings disappeared, her glazed over look as her favorite panties were soiled or filled with mud or delicately teasing herself through her soaking wet panties, or two pairs, sometimes with her best crotch-less pantie garter on underneath if she desired toy time, delicately or in a rush filling her favorite underwear and best suits with creamy silky mud, intense naughty sensations.

Her trembling fingers slid down the front of her skirt, wrapping over the edge of the double hem, caressing the silky satin lining with her thumb, a quickening in her breath, her pulse beating loudly in her ears, a deep wanting to go get soaking wet out there and sink in mud in what she was wearing, her thoughts drifting to parting her legs as she sank, stockings and taut strawberry panties slowing sinking under the mire, replaying the moment her panties filled or were covered in it over and over, her hands drawn inside them as she sank back into her Jacuzzi, sounds of the gurgling creek and the scent of fresh mire filling her senses. Her recent sinking vivid in her mind, losing a shoe on her last visit, tossing the other one in then jumping back in to find them both, and losing both for her trouble. Something about sinking her favorite tight fitting silky underwear in mud while she watched it change color then disappear, her legs up around her shoulders, panties always first to disappear, then a hand usually, pushed her closer to the edge in her visions, any more, and unable to stop her screams of pleasure.

With the thoughts of mud pushing her deeper into her sexual spiral, not caring about the mess afterward, her hands softly pulled her skirt up to her stocking tops, sliding her hands inside them, stopping to caress her thighs, the desire for a muddy sink burning her up, tingling sensations in her thighs at her own touch as she pulled at her opaque stockings. She preferred dry and neatly pressed, more thoughts about about the mud, more than once secretly slowly sinking in it, powerful emotions and erotic thoughts consuming her to the point of distraction and fully dressed after work, having some amazing wet and messy adventures to herself, her first orgasm in there almost drowning her, thinking Mari might enjoy a session there with her, a powerful shiver tingling her senses, interested in company this time around.

"Wanna get dirty with me, like covered in mud?" she blurted out, her hand restrained by her tight-fitting underwear, just the way she liked it. She orgasmed hard upon thumbing her clit and stroking herself through her panties, the vision in her head making her explode. "Oh fuck," in Mari's ear as they played around, unzipping their jackets and teasing themselves in the comfort of the hot tub and each other's company.

Mari gazed back with a blank stare, in soaking wet heaven already in her wet suit pants and underwear in Jane's Jacuzzi, loving the soaking wet Moncler on her body. Highly aroused by slowly sinking her best gear again, Jane grabbed at her jacket and pulled her under, their soaking wet clothed playtime and deep kissing sizzling hot. Mari stopped at her question after surfacing again, her mouth agape, not able to imagine them doing such a thing together. Could you actually do that, she thought to herself.

Jane got out not long after recovering from her own meltdown into erotic bliss, wrung her jacket out, slipping it back on, motioning for Mari to follow, her need to go sink in mud overwhelming.

Mari reluctantly climbed out, shoes in hand, a thought in her mind to try something she often fantasized about. In the closet hung a replica vintage pristine white and black military uniform with matching dusky pink vintage underwear. This was her chance to explore it. Dumping her wet things in the laundry tub, a quick ten-minute change of uniform, checking herself out in the mirror, the vintage replica military uniform fitting her nicely, dropping to a squat and parting her legs for a selfie in the robe mirror to remember the event by, her mind on what the after photos would look like. Staring at her selfie, deep in thought, her uniform not complete and changing her mind she added a soft violet-colored slip, cream-colored shape fit satin girdle with double straps, and black stockings to match the skirt then took five more photographs, deleting the first, now happy with the way she looked. Running her hand over her taut panties, a shiver as she pressed into them softly with her fingers, her hand lingering, gently sliding back and forth underneath feeling the pattern with her fingers, her arousal sharply rising, staring at herself in the mirror to capture the moment in her memory, a bump beginning to show as she teased herself with her fingertips. She jumped up, no turning back from this, shoes in hand and back down the stairs, stopping Jane in her tracks as she lifted her skirt to show off the underwear. "Fuck me girl, that's hot dressing up," Jane left open-mouthed at the steamy hot vision before her. "You need some of my cherry lube all over those panties love," instant turn-on material, shivering at the thought of her slowly sinking in the mud wearing that, her engaging natural smile, Jane taking a handful of photos of the smoking hot Mari for keep-sake.

Shoes on then grabbing car keys, a sudden rush to get out the door, down the driveway, and off to her secret location without another thought. The day now into the evening, not a soul out tonight, the previous recent rains filling the creek nicely, plenty of fresh water in it, the mud looking very inviting in the street light reflections. Jane excitedly dried her seat off, a pool underneath her as she drove the few short minutes, her thoughts on a good spot to get in as she parked up under the cover of trees at the far end, the creek-side park deserted as she suspected, happy to see no one around, eager to get on with it.

Checking in with Mari, an uneasy look on her face and in need of reassurance as Jane took her hand in comfort, a softly spoken, "this is going to be amazing, I'm gonna be a filthy dirty slut in there, and I know you will love it." Almost salivating, the pleasure in the glow on her face not offering Mari much comfort. The look of determination on Jane's face, she was not to be denied her fetish this night, something about it burning a hole inside her, unable to shake it off once she stopped and thought about it, hooked on trashing her suit and underwear. Her innocent mudding as a small child following her through college years and into her adult life, now able to enjoy it without restraint whenever the inclination grabbed her. Looking down at herself as she killed the softly purring engine, her trembling hands to her chest and slowly down over her jacket, rubbing the satin lining on her legs, lifting her skirt, the look and feel of her soaking wet clothes and stocking tops mesmerizing. A suffocating feeling, heavy lumps in her throat, slowly lifting her skirt higher, inspecting the satin double lining, the intensity of the moment, her legs sliding against her stockings driving her mad, intense arousal and sexual fire burning. "Oh fuck," her fingers touching her suspender straps then strawberry satin panties, her favorite go-to for hot self-pleasuring, several pairs in her closet.

Almost peaking to an intense orgasm in her car seat, a gasp, catching her breath as she slid forward in the seat, one hand on her panties, loving the feel of them soaking wet on her skin, watching intently as she pinched at her labia, rubbing her aching clit through them, closing her eyes, attempting to hold it in, releasing her grip suddenly and on the edge, gasping, her body tensing up and shaking against the building pressure, ready to explode, "stop, stop, stop," aloud in her head to herself, not giving in to the unbearable tension, her clenched teeth chattering through subtle electric shocks, teetering on the edge of bliss, holding her breath to contain her release, almost going too far.

Mari watched on in her seat, the tension next to her having a profound effect, a hand to her own soaking wet crotch, pulling at her skirt, her own desire rising sharply, the sight and sound of Jane on the brink of sexual detonation almost taking her with her. Jane exhaled sharply, on the verge of a sharp contraction, glad her Lush 2 wasn't in her car, it would be all over in seconds, her legs shaking, tingling sensations in her toes, lips, and face as she hungrily licked her lips, her mouth dry, her body screaming for release from its sexual prison.

Holding out her hand to Mari, a glazed over sultry stare and longing for her sink, suddenly in a fit of giggles, Mari laughing in return, her hand at her own secret place, touching herself in just the right places, suddenly with the thought at Jane's earlier prompting. Rummaging through the glove box, her trembling hands held the cherry lube bottle upside own over her panties and stockings, her lips twitching, open-mouthed, sliding forward in the seat, her glazed stare at Jane as she squeezed on the bottle, her panties instantly darkening at the touch of the thick translucent ooze. "You're a sexy fucking panty slut," Jane's croaking slutty whisper, watching intently as the lube covered the front of her full backed taut sexy panties, Mari's shaking hand spreading it liberally as she massaged it through them, lifting her hips to get it round the back and underneath with another handful, half the bottle going into them as she shook and shivered, her gaze fixed on Jane, then on her shaking hand, a pronounced bump under her fingers as she teased herself, pulling her panties up and out tightly, wedging them between her slippery cheeks then dropped back into her seat, wriggling her way deep into it, spreading the sloppy mess through the slip, girdle and into the skirt lining. On the brink in seconds, forcing a stop in her play, nodding and giggling with Jane, her chest heaving, her heart pounding in her chest cavity, her neck pounding, blood rushing to her head, adrenaline pumping, a drizzle of saliva from the corner of her mouth. A soft, "let's go get messy," to Jane, comfortable to jump in, nodding in agreement she was ready and more in control, uneasy and excited at the same time, curious about the muddy adventure ahead, this one her first, her hand out of her panties lest she orgasm too early, wiping it on her skirt, wanting to explore her curiosity to the full in Jane's safe confident company and after years of dreams and wondering, she was ready.

Seat belts off, they jumped from the car, Jane with a last-second thought. Removing her panties, she slipped on a tight-fitting crotch-less panty garter, carefully setting the straps and doubling them up with her girdle, her soaking wet strawberry panties snugly back on over the top, holding everything underneath down tight, dropping to a squat a few times to test the strength, nothing coming apart or breaking, remembering once before her stockings and straps broke as she came out, her lustful smile at Mari's sexy legs and shiny lubed panties, her tongue running over her lips, the mind-blowing image steamy hot, raising her temperature, her pulse pounding in her ears.

Locking up the car, her keys going to the hidden spare key magnet box underneath, no one would ever find them. She took Mari's hand confidently, rubbing her nervous fingers for comfort, the look in her eyes telling her to go slow despite her own rush to watch her underwear get muddy. Leading her to the grass on the slope above the culvert, the mud beckoned, deep and eagerly awaiting them, Jane bursting with excitement to pee her panties before mudding, a common thing when mud sinking but holding off until she got in, a sideways concerned glance from Mari, suggesting it was a bad idea, somewhat apprehensive, never doing such a thing before.

The breeze in the trees above and the sound of the gurgling creek and waterfall down the middle, the environment perfect for a little mud sinking fun, the mud all that remained from the excavation to build the upgraded culvert and road bridge, two lanes added to the roadway to safely convey the increased traffic flow, no one bothering to remove it after the site cleanup a few years before, the winter rains leaving it to sediment to a thicker, firmer mixture in the summer, the storm-water creek always flowing, winter rains thinning it out, Jane once up to her armpits late at night during its construction, suddenly dropping into a hole with a step in the wrong place, struggling for almost an hour to get out, losing another pair of shoes in the process.

Jane lead her down the fifteen or so concrete steps to the culvert ledge, the eerie echoes of the water and heels, heightening her senses as they disappeared underneath the bridge. Sitting on the lowest concrete step above the beckoning mire, she slid her feet in for a test, warm and silky soft, the musky aroma of fresh mud all around, her desire quickening to soak her underwear in it and masturbate herself silly, past the point of no return, the anticipation burning her up. Stepping down slowly her feet found the first submerged step, the water and mud level higher than she remembered, the warm soft mud giving her tingling sensations through her toes to the tips of her ears, goosebumps all over, a soft, "fuck that's so good," escaping her lips, barely a whisper, soft giggling echoing through the culvert. Fighting an urge to pee, by now desperate to let go of the uncomfortable feeling, her hand slid down the grab rail, almost at the edge of the glistening mire, her breath, and pulse quickening, a soft whimpering, "oh my God," her shoe heels finding the next step down. Mari crouched up behind to watch the scene over her shoulder, interested in how one did this, a vivid understanding of the sense of anticipation.

Jane pulled her knee-length skirt up higher, past her waist, asking Mari to hold the back of it, still dripping wet from the Jacuzzi, a hand gently massaging the front of her panties, parting her legs to watch, something about muddy underwear while she was in it highly erotic to her senses, pressing firmly with her palm, her teeth clenched, arousal burning as she slid forward, her backside on the top of the mud, wet sensations on her skin, her three layers of underwear instantly soaking with the mud.

Holding her breath, her body twitching with anticipation, she let go of her bladder with a shake and a sharp cry, a deep desire fill her underwear with her hot silky cum as well, often violently squirting into her muddy underwear, swearing to herself to calm down and go slow. Pressing down slightly and letting go of a handrail, her free hand rubbing on her mound, her fingers teasing her swollen labia and clit through her underwear, hot from a fresh soaking as she pressed into the mud further, gasping as she sank, stroking herself as she sank deeper, gasping in pleasure, her hand pulling out her panties as they disappeared, filling them then pressing them down. The instant her quivering clit touched the mud she violently orgasmed, shaking and twitching, her release of tension too early, cursing to herself for giving in. She dropped her feet to the bottom of the step, careful to keep her skirt clean, her underwear buried and her knees bent, furiously fingering herself, an eruption building in her core as she slid off the next step and to her waist, her skirt billowing up and refusing to sink.

Mari held out to her a shaking hand, aware of what Jane was sensing, her own arousal and anticipation at a level she had not experienced before, her free hand undoing her jacket and pulling up her skirt, her panties hot and silky to her touch, soaking wet herself, her fingers gently pinching her labia and clit, a sharp hot gush, teasing herself through them as she took the first tentative steps down into the mud, gasping at the sensation on her toes, then calves, then just below her knees. Her gaze torn between her own soaking wet sinking in mud excitement and Jane, now three or more steps lower and standing upright, holding her skirt up to show off her mud-filled underwear, gasping as she pressed down firmly, creamy silky mud oozing through the material, bulging out the back, loving the feel of the mud squeezing up her crack like soft cream from a pressure can. The look of satisfaction on Jane's face priceless, her open-mouthed stare, lips trembling, thousands of tiny mud fingers teasing her skin as she stepped off the next step backward and into nothing, immediately to her waist, her skirt billowing up around her, arms up over her head, eyes closed and gasping as she trembled and shook, her body movement sinking her lower, not sure of the depth and neither at this instant caring, totally consumed by her encounter with the mud.

Opening her jacket, calling the mud to consume her, take her and fill her, the pressure of it parting her legs, her hands then to her panties, pulling them down then up slightly, filled to bulging, stretching to breaking point, another fiery orgasm welling up as her shoes touched the firm ground, testing it with her weight, settling on the bottom with both feet, her legs wide apart, buried to just past her waist. "Oh fuck me," she cried, her trembling orgasm melting her, bending her knees and leaning back, pulling her jacket open and down as she sank lower, past her midriff, the mud density enough to support her nicely, throwing her head back as she quaked, in sexual heaven, the mud tingling her all over with its soft caress, probing her, having to pull her skirt down, the double lining filled with air, refusing to give in to the mud's embrace.

Mari stepped down to the last step, not confident of having no firm ground underneath her with her next step and not able to back out, reaching out to Jane for her muddy hand, the other firmly holding on to the rail, not daring to be so brave and step off into nothing but wanting to experience it for herself like never before, the undeniable urge to sink fully, the nagging sense of self-protection and resistance against the temptation to let herself go into the unknown. She smeared mud over her stocking tops, instantly hooked on the sensation of trashing her suit, quaking as she neared orgasm, the powerful sensations undeniable, her look of pleading at Jane as she sank on the last step, Jane within arms reach but no longer sinking. Slowly dropping to a squat, a cry from her pursed lips, the same mud fingers clawing at herself, past her crotch, crying out sharply as the mud found its way into her underwear, pulling at her panties, sharply down then back up, ballooning out and filled to bursting point, doing up her jacket, the mud past her waist, her hands to her crotch, heavenly sensations as she licked her hips, her mouth dry.

Taking Jane's hand as she stepped off, holding her breath as she let go of the ground beneath her, a sexual explosion of epic proportions welling up and overflowing through her tingling body as she slowly sank into the abyss of black mire, her senses running amok, squirting hard into her underwear and suit, the hot silky stream making her pee, another first time experience, clutching at Jane as she went in to her chest, fumbling with her jacket buttons, pulling at her glistening white shirt, filling her bra cups with mud, her eyes closed as Jane's mouth met hers, both women screaming out in orgasmic bliss, taking twenty minutes in muddy suspension to sink to their necks, hands all over each other dragging their clothing down with them, french kissing into a new experience. Mari's senses alive, unable to comprehend the emotions, screaming into Jane's mouth, a hand pulling her panties up tight against her crotch, a fire burning as she let go with another screaming orgasm, her hands to Jane's breasts, pulling at her bra and filling it with mud, pulling hard on her cherry nipples, two hands then inside her panties, muddy fingers at her throbbing clit, every stroke of its twitching hardness making her scream with unspeakable pleasure, not wanting this moment to end, not an inch of their suits free of rich dark mud.

Continued...