My husband quite often works away for the week and when that happens I seem to spend a lot of time with Erica. I haven't known her long but she is now my best friend and I feel I've known her all my life.
She moved in next door about six months ago and I was straight round to welcome her. She is the same age as me but I an a brunette and she has a mass of blonde hair which she attributes to her Swedish ancestors.
I thought we had bared our souls to each other but it turns out we weren't even close.
We had had some lunch and now we were on the wine and feeling a little tipsy I knocked the glass and almost spilt it down me.
Erica giggled. "Careful of the dress. Maybe white wasn't the right colour for red wine drinking."
I was more pissed than I thought because without a moments thought I said, "Oh don't worry. I love ruining clothes." I was wearing a white button through sun dress, white low heeled sandals and nothing else.
Erica suddenly took interest and asked, "What sort of clothes? Ones ready for the bin?"
"Oh no. I love nice new clothes. Wear them once then shred them is my motto." and buoyed on by alcohol added, "In fact I love destroying anything."
"Have you heard of WAM?"
For a moment I thought she meant the group.
"It stands for Wet and Messy and is my favourite hobby." explained Erica.
"So how does that relate to me?" I asked, still not quite understanding what she meant.
Picking up something from the worktop she headed out the room calling out, "Follow me."
Intrigued I followed her up the stairs and into the bathroom which was actually a wet room. As i stood in the doorway she turned on the shower and came across to me. Taking my hand she led me under the shower. As the warm water hit my dress it became very obvious I was naked underneath. Erica obviously noticed this but just smiled as she too got soaked. She was wearing a white t-shirt, light blue denim cut offs and red low heeled sandals like mine.
As her top got wet it showed that she too was not wearing a bra as her large breasts appeared with her erect nipples pushing out the cotton. Soon we were both soaked and Erica revealed what she was carrying, It was a pair of scissors.
She took hold of the top button of my dress and very slowly brought the scissors up to it giving me plenty of time to stop her but I wasn't going to do that. I was actually finding it hard to breath let alone talk. I had never had anyone cut my clothes off. Finally the scissors reached their target and with one snip the button came free. In reality there was no damage to the dress but that changed as Erica took hold of the next button and pulled it off. The dress was well made and new so it was difficult but eventually the fabric ripped and the button came away leaving a hole. The next two buttons went the same way letting the dress fall back exposing my tits. Erica then knelt down and snipped through the hem before ripping the dress to the waistband. She did this a number of times before finally ripping through the waistband and the rag fell to the floor.
Not finished she knelt down and cut through the leather straps of the sandals until they fell from my feet. As she stood her lips gently brushed my shaven pussy sending shock waves through my body.
Turning the shower off she handed me the scissors which made it clear what was required. I cut the hem of her t-shirt in a number of places before ripping each slit to the top. It was more difficult with the shorts as there was little material to rip as it was mostly seams so I just cut up the outside of both legs to the waist confirming nothing underneath before a final snip and the denim fell to the floor.
I too cut her sandals off but I was too shy to kiss her anywhere intimate.
We took some towels and dried ourselves in silence as I was unsure where to go with any conversation and I guessed Erica was the same.
Finally I broke the silence by asking, "So that was WAM?"
Erica laughed. "Sort of. That was the wet bit and the clothes ripping an extra."
"Just for me?" I asked but hoped not.
"Sort of but I got into the destruction side because quite often clothes get ruined anyway when they get messy and sometimes it's impossible to get your messy clothes off on your own. Once I'd ripped a few things I realised how much I enjoyed it."
I wondered if she was as mad about it as me and it was like she had read my mind.
"I'll show you how much I love it shall I?"
I nodded as it was still hard to speak.
She picked up the scissors and I followed her to her bedroom. She handed me the scissors and said, "Go on. Do some damage."
I didn't know what to say or, more importantly, what she wanted me to do.
Eventually I managed to say, "What sort of damage?"
Flopping down on the bed still naked she said, "You decide. There are a couple of wardrobes of clothes, drawers full of jumpers, blouses and lingerie, a cupboard full of shoes and boot. Take your pick. Or do you prefer things like the bedding, or the bed, the bedside lights. Your choice." and as she said that she took a vibrator from the bedside drawer and started to rub her pussy which was definitely distracting.
I was overwhelmed but I could see she was serious so I explored her clothing. In the wardrobe were long dresses, short dresses, long skirts, short skirts and very short skirts, blouses, jumpers. Alongside was a cupboard crammed with shoes of all types along with boots from ankle length to thigh length and everything in between.
There was a drawer full of mismatched underwear, a drawer with matched underwear and a drawer with complete sets of underwear whether it be bra, knickers and belt, or corset and knickers.
Feeling very unsure I selected two thongs and two bras from the mismatched drawer and took them over to Erica. One by one I cut them up letting the pieces fall on her naked skin.
She rubbed the bits over her body but then said, "I'm pretty sure that didn't do much for you. It didn't for me."
To be honest she was right but I was at a loss.
"Look in that bag at the side of the wardrobe." she said as she pointed to a designer bag on the floor.
I picked up the bag and put it on the bed. Opening it I found a brand new set of white lacy undies all still wrapped in tissue paper. Examining each item I found the price labels on each and it totalled well into three figures. I couldn't bring myself to ruin them but it did give me an idea of her commitment.
Putting the underwear back I returned to the clothes and eventually I selected a long black evening dress which I hung on the wardrobe door. I looked at Erica and could see her squirming and I knew I'd chosen well. Very slowly I cut through the hem in a dozen places before putting the scissors down and ripping the dress from bottom to top until it was in strips and Erica was on the verge of an orgasm. Needing a little more I pulled the lacy knickers from the designer bag and held them in front of Erica and placed the lace in the jaws of the scissors. That was enough and she came with a scream and I returned the knickers to the bag unscathed.
I was unsure what to do next so i left her and went downstairs still naked. Erica came down a few minutes later also naked and made some coffee before saying. "Want to try some more?"
"More of what?"
"Anything you like but how about something messy?"
I wasn't quite sure what she meant but was up for anything and so I agreed and asked what was required.
"Once we've finished the coffee you pop home and give me an hour to get ready. Put on something nice and pop back here."
We sat and drank the coffee without another word and then I headed home through the hole in the hedge between gardens.
Once home I washed my hair for no real reason but it gave me time to think. I then sat and did my make up and nails before finally making a decision about my clothes. I was pretty certain they would all perish which was fine but I wasn't sure how glamorous to go.
In the end I made a decision and I started with a brand new white embroidered corset and matching knickers. As it was new it took some time adjusting the lacing to get it to fit but when I'd finished my already large tits looked amazing as they almost fell out the top. A pair of white stockings were next and finally the pale yellow strapless prom dress with tiny buttons down the front of the top covered in material and a pain to fasten. Beneath was a full knee length skirt with a white lace edged underskirt. Finally a pair of white court shoes went on my feet and I was ready. I spent some time swirling in front of the mirror and I felt great before I headed back through the hedge to find Erica sitting on the patio. She stood as I approached and I admired her clothing. Obviously I couldn't see the underwear but what I could see looked expensive. An ivory satin button through long sleeved blouse, a shortish black leather skirt, black stockings, I guessed, and a pair of knee length black leather boots with a fair size heel.
We both sat and I asked, "So what did you mean messy? I know what messy mens but how does it relate to a fetish if that's what it is?"
"Oh, I think you could call it a fetish. Basically it's getting messy with anything that isn't water and normally with at least some form of clothing worn, at least to start with. Me personally, I like to be well dressed." indicating her outfit.
Standing up I did a twirl and asked, "Is this okay?"
"More than okay, it's gorgeous."
"Thanks. I guess you plan on us getting messy so what are you planning on using?"
"Well, there is such a wide variety of things to use and everyone seems to have their favourites. There are sweet foods like custard, cream, rice pudding and chocolate sauce. Then there are the savoury foods like baked beans, ketchup, gravy and brown sauce. For more intense mess a lot of people like paint, either household paint or kids coloured poster paints. There are also a lot of things that most people won't play with and maybe we'll talk about that another day."
She got up and walked down the garden and I followed until we got to a large tarpaulin spread out and held down with bricks. At first I thought it was to protect from some mess but I watched as she squatted down and removed the bricks which was quite a challenge with the tight skirt. She then pulled the tarpaulin off and underneath was a muddy flower bed except there were no flowers. It looked to be a mixture of clay and soil and had little puddles of water on the surface.
I looked at Erica and she gestured to the mud and said, "After you."
A last look down at my clothes and I stepped forward onto the soil. Now I'm not sure what I expected but I didn't expect to sink like I did. First one foot then the other sunk almost to my knees and the hem of the dress touched the mud.
"Keep going." was all she said and I tried to lift my feet but all that happened was my shoes came free.
Eventually I managed another step and this time I went down to the top of my thigh but it didn't feel quite as sticky and I was able to turn with my dress spread out in a circle around me.
As I stood there I felt myself slowly sinking and the cool mud touching my pussy caused me to let out a little cry.
Erica laughed and approached the mud as I watched. Her boots sank in the first step and the skirt all but disappeared with the second and it finally sank as she reached me.
Very slowly she scooped up two handfuls of mud and placed them on my tits before attempting to stuff the mud down my cleavage. Her blouse was already muddy but I helped it along as I massaged two handfuls of mud into her tits through the satin.
Slowly we took it in turns to spread the mud over each other until only our heads were clean. This changed as Erica massaged some mud into my hair and I returned the treatment colouring her blonde hair mud coloured. Finally it was time for my make up to get ruined as she smeared my face and of course I did the same.
Wiping my lips Erica kissed me lightly on the lips and said, "I need to get the scissors."
All of a sudden I had the perfect ending and pushed past Erica and climbed out of the mud. "Come with me. I have a better idea."
I could see she was puzzled but she did as I asked and I took her hand and led her back through the hedge. Although this was my idea my heart was beating as we approached the house, I had never done anything as wild.
I'd left the French doors open to the lounge and with hardly a pause I led Erica in and across the carpet leaving muddy prints on the carpet. Into the hall and I asked her to wait while I went to the kitchen and got the scissors before leading her upstairs all the time dropping mud on the carpet and smearing the walls.
We went into the spare bedroom which was always ready and I took a brief look at the white duvet and cream carpet as I pushed Erica back onto the bed and climbed astride her. With the scissors I cut open the leather skirt and saw that she had worn that lovely underwear set I'd been so concerned about. It was already ruined as I cut off the knickers. Climbing off the bed I retrieved a vibrator from the bedside table before getting back on and sliding the toy in between her legs. She took it from me and started to rub it round as I removed the skirt and then cut and ripped the blouse leaving it lying open on the bed. That gorgeous bra was next and I cut the straps before cutting between the cups to release her tits.
Swapping positions Erica snapped the buttons off my dress sending little muddy bullets flying around the room. Once the last button had gone she cut through the seam of the dress and continued the opening by ripping the skirt and underskirt until the dress lay open on top of her discarded clothes.
My knickers put up little resistance to her pulling and then, to my complete surprise she slid down and started to use her tongue on me. I had never had another woman do anything like that and it was sensational. As I reached my first peak she sat up and cut through my corset letting it fall open still attached to my tattered stockings.
With my tits free she massaged them and tweaked my nipples until another orgasm followed.
Feeling it was my turn I had her slide up my body until my tongue could return the favour and it didn't take long before she was banging my lips with her pelvis and shouting out obscenities. I enjoyed the experience so much I made her stay there whilst I repeated the efforts. It took longer but it was just as intense and eventually we fell apart on the bed but not before a passionate kiss including very muddy tongues.