(Note: Although I am used in this story, to represent me, I have not yet begun my actual transition)

Well, I definitely am a bit of a city girl....bitchy, lately lol yes. That's what happens when I finally completed your final transition surgery, and your boyfriend doesn't seem interested now that I just want to go shopping, but you insist on showing me where you work. I finally agree. I hate the farm work you on and yet my body shivers in excitement at the thought.

I toss my cute backpack in the back seat and lean my legs away from you to the door. My royal suede pumps and navy opaque tights rustle as I do. After a gruelling 45 minute drive from the small town I live in, we finally arrive. I can't even imagine having to do that twice every day. I get out of your car and adjust my tight light grey pencil skirt and royal blue blouse. Both are satin, glistening in the sunlight as we follow the path, from the driveway to the barn. I am careful not to step off the path for fear of getting dirty, but once again, I get aroused from it all.

The barn is boring, and smelly because you are showing me around....not doing your job. You take me out to the back of the barn where to doors are wide open to the hard-packed dirt immediately behind. Beyond that, is a section of lush grass, perfectly groomed by the animals. Then a small pond and muddy bits once you get farther onto the property. I see a few scattered cows, none so close together that they could have a conversation, but none so far that they seemed alone in the world. I see a cute quiet one that I would like to see closer and try to pet. You say it's okay and to just be careful and gentle with her.

I begin walking across the grass. It's easy-going for a while. But then, I stubble as the ground turns from hard pack dirt...to the soft grassy area. Your hands are on my waist in a flash righting me so I don't fall completely. You wear walking so quietly, I had hardly noticed you still there. Wiggling my head around, just to see you grin mischievously at me and then release your hands from my body as if I were suddenly on fire.....but that grin never wavering. Looking back to where I'm going, I halt my gait abruptly. Just shy of a puddle that has formed, from the week of rain that came thru recently. A bit more like a small pond. The edge of it appears to be water, but your voice comes to my ears like a whisper. "Beware what lurks beneath the surface." There are planks of wood that have been placed across the water and mud and end on the other side. It's a bit mucky for a bit, but then there is more grass.

I vibrate with arousal, the newly formed pussy moistens. I shiver at the feeling of my tights beginning to soak in my juices. I'd never expected it to work so well. But I can't fight the question of, what out here in this field could be causing this sexual reaction?

You take my hand and help me onto the wood planks that cover the expanse. I try to walk normal, to save my balance. The planks begin to sink, you hold my hand to steady me however I sink into the murky wet with the wood. My pumps and nylon enclosed feet are now resting in 30cm of murky wet. I keep walking, each plank a mystery as they are now underwater. You mumble behind me something about the rain ruining everything you work so hard for. Then, the planks just sort of stop and my pump hits a curb of sorts. I'm up to my knees in mucky field water. There are roughly 12 metres between me and dry ground. I've gone this far, what's a bit farther, through this murky fluid.

I'm about to move when I freeze. My pussy begins to ache again, and I can feel the crotch of my tights are no oozing down my thighs with my leaking wetness. Why do I feel like this, I wonder to myself. I hate being dirty and filthy and messy..............but the........ thought .........of getting down on my knees in the thick mud. My skirt pushed passed my thighs, rubbing my clit with one hand, Stroking and sucking a cock with the other.........all while being pounded hard by you from behind in my new tight slippery pussy and familiar but amazing ass..................oh my word. What's going on in my head?

I let go of your hand as I shake off the weirdness and step forward, off the last wooden plank...........................


A squeal of shock and pure erotic pleasure erupts as my left pump then my right is devoured by the gooey slimy muck beneath. Down I sink, the goo now creeping past my thighs and the water was now soaking my ass and crotch.
OMG! Am I about to orgasm..........NO! I can't do that. It's too weird. You'd leave me for sure!
I scream at you to help.
You rush to grab my arms, pulling me almost completely vertical when you do. But the I slide smoothly from the depths, my pumps are sucked from my smooth feet, and don't come to the surface with me. My skirt and tights are coated in oozing slime I'm climaxing and hiding it with anger and frustration. I know that my pumps are probably destroyed but still wanting to not walk barefoot the rest of the way, I begin to cry, and you become flustered. Not knowing what to do or do with me, you ask if I am okay by myself, to wait here for a few moments, while you get something from the barn to dig my shoes out with.

I stand on the last wooden plank in my bare feet. My tights and most the skirt are a creamy shade of brown like milk chocolate, not anything gross. My toes squish the mush around them and I wonder if I have any onlookers from the acreage......it's on the other side of the field but you never know. There are sections of trees bushes nearby, or perhaps someone else is in the barn now.

My pussy is so wet from the water but more so from the arousal, I got off the mud creeping up my tights. My pumps had not yet touched bottom and the mud wasn't so thick that it would trap a person, but it's not thin like water but I still sank quickly. Beginning to worry that I may lose my shoes forever if you take much longer, I decide to step forward again, in the hopes that I can grab my shoes with my feet...........

I make the resolve and step forward once more, sliding down faster now. The goo envelopes my legs and I feel my heels get caught in my skirt as I sink a bit deeper. I come to rest on a pebble-like bottom.....the water now at my bra and causing my blouse to look shiny and black, not royal. I reach down and grab my heels from my slimy skirt, pulling them out and then with a heave, throw them to dry ground 30' away.
My blouse sleeves are slimy and wet, my breasts are slippery and wet, and my pussy is compressed by tights and mud and I'm beginning to moan, with each breath. I need to get to the other side.

I move my foot forward, it does with ease like walking thru normal water, I sink a bit more as I go. I reach the point that looked like the end but, it was just the end of the water. It's now all gooey slime. It flows through the openings between blouse buttons, caressing like a lover's hands as it wraps itself around my back and embraces me in a purely euphoric grasp. My hands begin exploring my body as I move. The muck has me so horny. I'm 3 metres from the edge and my foot trips on a root. I go down, and under. When I emerge to breathe I've lost all sense of a mission to escape the pond and all I must do is let go. I feel an orgasm building but I don't want it yet so I force myself to stop. I must look like a mud monster, as I crawl through the slime. but I myself am startled by a noise behind me. Behind me....coming from the pond!

My mind explodes in panic as my body crashes over the waterfall of orgasm. I turn slowly as my legs quiver violently, only to see a beautiful woman watching me from a little further down the shore. She just stands there and watches me. I give in to the pleasure and allow the shallows to envelop my now completely ruined outfit and body inside. My hand slide through the mud to rub my tights deeper into my pulsing lips. I'm lost in my pleasure when I feel my skirt being unzipped and loosed from my slim waist. I say your name thinking only you would get busy in the mud with your girl.

The voice that answered was soft and soothing......and not yours. My eyes burst open to see the woman from 'over there' kneeling down beside me in the mud. She is absolutely stunning. Dark red locks of thick hair ripple across her bare shoulders. Thin straps form her almost sheer silk cami, barely touch the freckled body hey adorn. In the softest pale of yellows. Her matching silk panties frame a beautifully cute, pert ass. Her looks are more Egyptian than Alberta farm girl, but these days who can tell. Her heels neatly placed next to mine, which weren't neat but at now.

She just looks at me. Her perfect body now sinking up to her thighs, next to a very embarrassed me. Were my face not covered in slime it would be beet red. I open my mouth and begin to stammer out an apology for being indecent. With a soft finger, she touches my lips, a soothing shhhhhhh that comes from between hers, calms me. I catch a glimpse of movement out of the corner of my eye. I turn my head to see you in full hip waders with a shovel and a wheel barrow full of water......with a look of utter shock and fear in your eyes. I can barely Lip read two words you say, through my slimy facade..........

My boss............................................................