Despite it being summer, it was a grey day. Cloudy skies and occasional showers meant most people would be spending this day inside.

Not George though. George, a young fellow in his twenties with a passion for nature, had woken up early that day to take a trip to his local salt marsh. He didn't mind the rain; in fact he enjoyed nature most when there were no other people around. The unobscured view of the wide expanse of the salt marshes, no other sounds than the wind and the rain and occasionally some animals, this was nature at her best for him.



However, there was another, secret reason that he went out on days like this. George had two secret passions. One was a love for wearing raincoats and wellies, and rainy days like these were exactly what he needed for that. The other one was a love for mud. There was no better feeling than to walk into deep mud, sink into it, and feel it cover his body completely. How his clothes would become wet, sticky and heavy with the weight of the mud there was nothing like it.



So, he stood atop one of the higher parts of the area. These dune-like areas, being so high that they weren't affected by the tides, were grassy, but they were intercut by wide, deep trenches full of mud that you'd need to cross to get from one to the other. While most people would try to stay on the grass dunes as much as possible, these trenches were George's area of interest. Flooded at high tide, at low tide they contained the ideal mud: Deep, often to the tops of his wellies, sticky, slightly silty, a brownish grey with a texture not entirely unlike thick pudding. It just so happened to be low tide today.



George looked down into the muddy trench, his desired mud being present in abundance. He looked at the clothes he was wearing: A long, dark blue raincoat that perfectly fit his slender body shape, a black pair of rain trousers and his shiny black wellies, the logo of 'hunter' being clearly visible. He'd chosen not to wear anything under this, except for his underpants. Feeling the smooth PU fabric of his rainwear was enough to send him into a constant state of mild arousal.



Here we go, he thought to himself as he jumped forwards, intending to land right in the middle of the trench. He landed with a splat, droplets of mud flying onto his rain pants about up to his knees. He smiled. The mud itself was only ankle deep though, so he decided to walk down the trench a bit, looking for a deeper spot. As he walked, he enjoyed the little 'splat' sounds each time he put his foot down in the mud, tiny splatters slowly dirtying the tops of his wellies and the bottoms of his rainpants.



The mud was getting deeper now. This meant that walking in it was getting more difficult, so George decided to walk until the mud came to the tops of his wellies, lean forward and start playing around in it, eventually getting himself and his raingear completely covered, as he had done many times before. It wasn't far now; the mud was inches from the top of his boots.



Suddenly, he heard a voice. "Hey there!" He turned around. A woman was stood atop one of the banks next to the trench. He saw that she had dark brown hair and was wearing a beautiful yellow raincoat, jeans and short yellow wellies. Since her raincoat wasn't completely zipped up, he could also see that she was wearing what looked like a white button-up shirt under it. She clearly had been avoiding the mud, as there was not a spot on any of her clothes.

"Are you alright?" She yelled. George froze. The woman walked closer to the edge of the bank and said in a softer voice: "Do you need help? Are you stuck?"



George walked closer to the bank, his pace being slowed by the deep mud sucking on his boots. "I'm alright", he said. "No need to worry". He hoped that she'd just rush along, and let him be. But she stayed and looked at him with curiosity. "What are you doing in this mud?" She asked.



"I like to play in the mud. It's a fetish I have. I'm not wearing anything underneath my rainwear and I'll probably fill it with mud and then masturbate". It sounded ridiculous, this was clearly not an answer he could give the woman. So George, frantically searching his mind, came up with the worst excuse he'd ever given for anything.

"I've lost my dog".



The woman was taken aback. "Yes, I was walking my dog, and he just ran, and and he didn't respond when I called him back, and I'm in this trench because I looked everywhere on the banks, but then I thought, maybe he's somewhere down here and I'll have a better sight of him if I go down". The woman looked at him with a confused expression.



"Oh, that's terrible! Do you think you can find him a- Can I help you look for him?"

"Oh, w-well, he always comes back eventually, you see. And it's muddy down here, and you don't want to get your clothes dirty".

"It's okay! Your dog is more important to me right now. I love dogs! What's his name?"

"Oh um" George tried to come up with a name for his dog. Aren't dogs named after something they do often? "eh Bart."

"Bart! That's a funny name for a dog! Come on, I'll help you find him!" She carefully lowered herself into the trench, making sure her clothes didn't touch the mud. Near the edge of the trench, the mud was shallower and it only came up to just over her ankles, dirtying her wellies but nothing else.

"Alright then, let's go!"



As they walked through the trench, George decided to ask her for her name. "Sara", she replied. "And yours?" He introduced himself too. "Do you like to walk in this area?" She asked. You have no idea, he thought, but he said: "Yes, it's beautiful isn't it?"

"I think so too!" She said. "You're better prepared for it than me though, I wish I'd put on rain pants. And my boots aren't as high as yours either. If I'd known I'd have to be walking through these muddy trenches, I'd have dressed for it!"



George laughed. "You're okay," he said, "just keep close to the banks and it'll be alright probably". "Well, I hope so!" She said. He looked at her and saw that she was really cute. Her big, brown eyes, almost too big for her small, round face, sparkled adorably above her little nose, and her lips seemed to have a slight smile always. Her long neck was perfectly framed by the collar of her white button up and her slightly unzipped raincoat. She had put her hair in a very simple messy bun, which gave her a youthful, even playful look. Though she was only wearing basic make-up, she clearly knew how to do it well, and her cheeks seemed to glow entirely by themselves. George himself wasn't bad looking either. Though slender, he was clearly fit, and his raincoat outlined his shape perfectly. His rain pants, tucked into his wellies, combined with the long coat made him look even taller than he was, while his messy brown hair and his clean-shaven, but well-formed face gave him a slightly boyish look. Sara was a bit shorter, but she clearly knew how to dress well; her short, yellow rubberised raincoat was cheerfully decorated with toggle fastenings in the front and the drawstrings of her hood were multicoloured; this was clearly a well-crafted coat. Her white button-up shirt seemed to be made out of silk, and her blue skinny jeans fit her legs perfectly. Her short yellow rubber boots came up to her calves, which was just about enough for this shallow mud, although the bottom of her jeans were getting slightly splattered. She seemed not to notice, and George gratefully observed her steps, each foot plant causing a little more mud to splatter up and cover the tops of her wellies and the bottoms of her jeans.



However, the mud was decisively deeper in the middle of the trench, where George was walking, and while staring at Sara's boots he accidentally tripped over his own feet and fell to his knees in the mud. He let out a startled "Oh!" Sara turned to him and saw him get up, his rain pants covered in mud up to his knees, with some mild splatter on top as well. He'd stretched out his hands to break his fall, and they were covered in mud too, as well as the ends of his sleeves. She involuntarily started laughing at his surprised face. "I'm sorry", she said, still laughing. "That was just hilarious! Your pants are all muddy and your face! You looked so ahem. Sorry. Are you all right?"

"Oh, you" he said, with a pretended anger in his voice, although he felt slightly embarrassed. He picked up a handful of mud and prepared to throw it at her, but changed his mind at the last second. "Oh no, don't you dare!" Sara shouted playfully. "Don't you dare mister, I'm doing you a favour here!" George let go of the mud and it fell back to where it came from, landing with a splat. "It's alright!" He said. "If we keep walking in this mud, I'm sure you'll get your fill eventually." She smiled. "Maybe", she said. He started walking a little closer to the bank, a little closer to Sara.



"Plus, as you said, I came prepared!" "You really did!" She replied enthusiastically. "You could fall flat on your face in this mud without even getting any on your clothes!" George smiled. They continued to walk through the mud, George being secretly excited about walking in such muddy rain pants with this beautiful girl next to him. As they went on, the trench slowly became wider and Sara had to move leftwards to stay close to the banks where the mud was not so deep. George, wanting to walk closer to Sara but also wanting to walk deeper in the mud, followed a light zigzag pattern where sometimes he would walk closer to the banks, and sometimes farther out into the deeper mud.



Suddenly, the bank on the left side ended. What had been a muddy trench was now merging into what looked like a large sea of deep mud. George could just see the banks on the far side, but in order to get there they would have to walk through the enormous expanse of slop. He looked at Sara, who had stopped and was looking ahead.

"That looks really deep", she said. "Yes it does", he replied.

"Do you wanna go through it?" She asked.

"I mean, I'm already muddy", he said. "It wouldn't matter much to me".

"Right" she said.

"And, I mean, you're not completely clean either". He pointed at the bottoms of her jeans. She looked down and saw that they were splattered with mud. "But you might get muddier than you are now".

Sara laughed. "I might, you think?"

George shrugged. "I mean, you will".

"Yeah", she said. "And I might get stuck as well, what can we do then?"

George thought for a bit. "If you get stuck" he put on a heroic expression. "then I'll personally pull you out and carry you across!"

She giggled. "Really?"

"Yes. I'll even go back and dig your boots up, and hand them to you."

She laughed again. "It seems as if you want me to walk through this mud" She gave him a knowing look.

He laughed too. "It's not about what I want. I'm okay with walking through this mud, but how do you feel about it?"

She paused for a minute, then shrugged. "Whatever. I'll have to wash these jeans anyway. Let's just go already".

George felt his heart shoot up.

He took a few steps forward into the mud. It was getting higher, up to the tops of his wellies, and this was only the beginning. He took a few more, then turned around to look how Sara was doing. He saw that she was navigating the mud very carefully, keeping her eyes on the ground, guessing where the mud would be least deep before taking her next step. If you want to get stuck, this is the way to do it, George thought. Still, he kept watching her movements, which seemed to be more of a performance for herself than anything; after all, it was impossible to see where the mud would be deepest from the surface. When she seemed to have chosen a spot, she put her welly in slowly, to make sure it wasn't too deep, then put her foot down and prepared for the next step. Right now the mud came just to the top of her boots, but George knew it would only become deeper further on. And indeed, at her next foot plant, Sara seemed to have chosen an unfortunate spot as her foot sank in deeper than she'd anticipated and the top of her welly disappeared under the mud. She let out a gasp.

"What's the matter?" George asked.

"It's going inside my boot!" She yelled. "Damn, that's cold!"

George grinned. "See? I told you that you'd get your fill eventually!"

She groaned. "You asshole!" She took another step towards him, and felt her other boot getting filled with mud as well. "Dammit!" She took a few more steps, looking quite silly as her mud-filled boots hindered her movements, until she was right in front of him, now almost up to her knees in the mud. She bent down and grabbed a handful of mud. "This is what you get for that awful pun!" She said as she slapped the mud against his stomach. Suddenly, she paused as she noticed she could feel his abs right through his thin raincoat. George too paused as he felt her hand hit him through the mud and his raincoat. The two looked into each others eyes.



Suddenly Sara pulled away. "I'm sorry", she said. "I should not have done that".

George, flustered himself, whispered: "It's okay"

She started walking further without paying attention to him, losing the carefulness that she had had before; instead, she just plonked her feet in the knee-deep mud and walked forward as fast as she could without falling until she reached the far bank. George stood there, looking at her from behind as she climbed up on the bank and sat herself down in the grass.

He decided to walk towards the bank too and check up on her. As he walked, the mud came up to his knees and he felt his wellies going under the mud as well. He paused for a second to feel the mud seeping into his boots. When he could feel the mud on his feet, he started walking on through the deep mud, still more mud entering his boots with each step. He climbed up on the bank to see Sara still sitting there. She had taken off her boots and seemed to have emptied them out, as there was a heap of mud next to them. She sat there with her legs stretched out, staring intensely at her own muddy jeans and socks. He looked at her face and saw that she was red as a tomato.



"Hey", he said. She seemed startled by his voice as she looked up at him, her face glowing even redder, before looking away again. "Are you alright?"

Avoiding his look, she replied: "yeah".

"Hey, I'm sorry for bringing you into this. I feel bad for getting you so muddy".

"Oh no" she said, still looking distractedly at her muddy feet. "That's fine it was my decision to keep going".

"Do you want to go back? It's fine if you do, I'll stay here and manage by myself. It was already very kind of you to come with me this far".

She looked at him for a while, then stood up and walked up to him. She looked down at his muddy wellies. "Did your boots get filled too?" She asked.

"Yep", he said. She smiled.

"Can you put your hand out?" She asked. He responded by holding his muddy right hand up. She took it between her two hands, and rubbed the mud off it onto her own hands. She then rubbed her hands together until both had a thin covering of mud. She rubbed her hands on the top part of her jeans, which had been still mostly clean. As she looked at the front of her jeans, now almost completely covered with mud, she started giggling.

She walked over to her muddy boots and put them back on, the boots making a little squishy sound as she placed her feet in them. Then, she walked to the edge of the bank and looked out into the deep mud she had just come from. George walked over too and went to stand next to her, on her left side. She looked at him, then giggled.

"Can I tell you something?"

"Of course", he replied.

"I kind of want to jump in it now".

George smiled. "Really?"

"Yeah. But it sounds kind of crazy, right?"

"Not at all", George replied. "I'll do it with you!"

"Really?"

"Sure thing!" He said. "We both have mud on us already!"

"Alright", she said. "Let's do it."

The two of them stood next to each other on the edge of the bank, looking out into the vast expanse of deep mud they had just slogged through and which had already filled their wellies and dirtied up their legs.

"One" Sara yelled. "Two THREE!" And they both jumped with all the power in their legs, far out, high up in the air.



George was the first to land in the mud, feeling his legs go down, first his wellies, then the rest of his legs, until he was up over his knees. He felt the mud creeping into his boots again and was reminded of how great a feeling it was. Sara landed not long after him, her short wellies being even less of a match for the mud than George's hunters, as she sunk up to her thighs in the deep, sticky greyish mud. They looked at each other and started laughing at the absurd situation they were in. "Oh my god", said Sara, "I can't believe I just did that!"

George laughed. "Good thing you had to wash your jeans anyway?"

Sara laughed too. "Yeah, and good thing you came prepared, right?" She said. "How are we even going to get out of this?"

George smiled. He was no stranger to deep mud. "We have to slightly spread our weight" he said, as he lifted his right knee and placed it in the mud in front of him. He started crawling on his hands and knees, making a half-circle to get back to the bank he'd jumped from, before climbing back up. "See?" He said. His rain pants were now completely muddy, as well as the lower part of his raincoat and higher up on the front, up to his belly button, and his hands and sleeves up to his elbows.

"Alright", Sara said. "Hold on". She zipped her raincoat up completely, before fastening her sleeve cuffs. "Okay, I'm ready". She too started crawling on her hands and knees. "Wow, you can really smell it when you're so close to it!" She yelled as she dragged her legs through the mud, dirtying the sleeves and bottom of her raincoat.

"I know!" George shouted back from the bank. "How is it?"

"It's actually not bad!" She shouted. "Feels natural!" She laughed. When she was close to the bank, she stopped for a minute, and rubbed a bit of mud on her cheeks. "Very soothing!"

As she climbed up the bank, George saw that her raincoat was muddy too, on the sleeves, the front and all the way around on the bottom. There was not a clean spot on her jeans, just like on George's rain pants. He also saw that she wasn't wearing her boots anymore.

"Hey, your wellies came off!" He said.

"Oh yeah, that happened pretty much immediately!" She laughed. "It's okay, I don't care that much. Unless you want to go back and get them for me?" She said as she poked him playfully.

George looked at her and shrugged. "Well, I did promise, didn't I?"

She looked at him excitedly. "You really wouldn't mind?" She asked.

"Not at all", he said, and he lowered himself into the mud again, before crawling to the two deep holes that Sara's legs had made in the mud and that presumably still had her wellies in them. "I hope I can find them down here!" He laid down on his front in the mud, sticking his right arm into one of the holes, as Sara watched from the bank and could hardly believe her eyes. Slowly, George's entire arm disappeared in the hole, before eventually coming back up with one boot - although it looked more like a huge clump of solid mud. "Got one!" He exclaimed.

"Hurray!" Sara cheered excitedly.

"Now the other!" He shouted. This time, it was his left arm that disappeared up to the shoulder, before coming up with another mud-clump that had a boot in it.

"You are amazing!" Sara shouted "I love you!". George turned red. He picked up both boots in his two hands, and dragged himself closer to the bank. As he was right in front of Sara, the front of his raincoat and his sleeves now completely covered in the mud, he looked up at her, holding the wellies he'd just freed up to her. "Do you want to put them on again?"

Sara bent forward and took the boots out of his hands, before setting them down in the grass. "It's okay for now," she said. "Otherwise they'd just get stuck in there again!"

George paused. "Wait. Does that mean you wanna go into the mud a"

"WOOHOO!" Sara shouted as she jumped again, landing right next to George, landing up to her knees this time. "Sorry, I really wanted to do that again", she said before letting herself fall forward and landing on her front in the deep mud. "And that too!" George was astounded. As he turned around to look at Sara, she rolled over in the mud to reveal her completely muddy front, covering her backside in the process too. "This feels amazing!" She said. "I've never done this before! I could never have imagined it would be so fun!"

George decided he could not be out-muddied and dropped onto his front in the mud too, before rolling over just like Sara had. The two were now laying on their backs in the mud, both completely covered. "You're absolutely right", he said. "It is a ton of fun". Staring at the sky, he felt overcome with bliss. Meanwhile Sara rolled over on her side to look at George. Who was this cute boy she was playing in the mud with? She slid herself over to him and rolled over again so that she was on hands and knees on top of him. "Hey", she said. "Try this!" As she started grabbing handfuls of mud and rubbing it in his face.

"Hey, what's this?" George yelled. He grabbed her arms and rolled over so that now he was on top of her. "You try it!" He said, and started plastering her face. Sara was laughing and grabbed his arms before rolling over again, so she was on top again. "Yes, I know, it's great", she said as she rubbed mud in his hair. "Don't you like it too?" George rolled over so he was on top again. "Definitely!" He said, as he too rubbed mud into her hair. "That's why I think you should get it!"



Sara grabbed his arms and the two of them rolled over again, but this time, instead of rubbing mud in his hair, she suddenly kissed George passionately on the lips, wrapping her arms around him. George accepted and kissed her back for a good few seconds, also wrapping his arms around her, before letting go. As the couple hugged each other tightly, they rolled around in the mud together a few times. Eventually they both let go and fell onto their backs in the mud again.

"Wow" George said, breathing heavily.

"Wow indeed", Sara replied.

They both lay there for a minute, catching their breath again.



The sun had broken out again and was now warming them both up. George enjoyed it, having nothing underneath his rainwear. Sara sat up. "It's getting hot", she said. She crawled over to the bank and climbed up it, no easy task with all the mud hanging off her, weighing her down. Once she was on, she put her boots back on as George watched from below, still lying on his back in the mud. She unzipped her very muddy raincoat - you could hardly see it had ever been yellow - and shook it off, letting it fall on the grass. George sat up and laughed at the contrast between her still almost completely clean white blouse and her very muddy everything else. Sara laughed as well. "I see now why people wear these!" She said before jumping back in and sitting down next to George in the mud. George looked at her excitedly as she was sat there, her jeans and boots disappearing under the mud but her clean white blouse sticking out above it proudly.

She winked at him, and said "Go ahead", having guessed what he was thinking.

George took two handfuls of mud and started rubbing it on her, first her waist, then her belly and back too, before moving up, making sure to get a good covering of mud on her breasts. The soft, light white fabric of her blouse became soaked with mud and heavy. Sara tilted her head back and moaned softly. As George moved his hands to make sure her upper back was covered as well, she leaned in and kissed him again, undoing the top buttons of his raincoat and putting her muddy hand on his chest. Meanwhile, George grabbed more mud and began to cover the collar of her blouse, making sure to cover her neck and cleavage too. She pulled back, then gently pushed on his chest. George let himself fall backwards in the mud again and she laid herself down on him, resting her head on his chest before moving up and softly kissing his neck. She then buried her face in his neck, her hair and the side of her forehead touching the mud.

"I'm so glad I came with you", she whispered.

George lightly caressed her head. "Me too".

"I'm sorry we didn't find your dog".

George smiled. "I don't have a dog".

"I know".

George didn't say anything.

She giggled. "I mean, there weren't even any pawprints anywhere".

"Yeah."

She smiled and buried her face in his neck deeper. From a distance, it would be hard to see that there were two people there, as they looked more like one large muddy blob. But George could feel her on top of him, and Sara felt George's body against hers. As they felt each others breath, the mud unified them, made them one.



It started to drizzle lightly, and Sara got up. "Hold on", she said. She crawled over to the bank again and climbed up it to grab her raincoat, which looked more like a muddy rag, before putting it back on, zipping it all the way up as well as fastening her sleeve cuffs and putting her hood up. She then jumped back into the mud and crawled on top of George again.

"Sorry" she said, "I don't want to get wet".

George understood.

The drizzle slowly turned into a downpour, washing over the two of them.

"The rain will wash you clean!" George said.

Sara rolled off him into the mud and rolled around in it a few more times. "Not if I have anything to say about it!" She replied.

"Good call!" George said and he too rolled himself into the mud a few times to make sure he remained completely covered. Then he stood up.

"We should go though, as the tide's about to come in again".



As they walked back through the muddy trenches, both completely plastered in mud, with their raincoats hanging from their bodies and their boots filled to the brim with mud, as well as their hands, faces and hair being covered in it, Sara looked up at George. His messy, muddy hair, his beautiful muddy face, and his raincoat, the top buttons still undone, soaked and covered in mud, made him the most attractive man on this earth right now. George looked back at her. Likewise, her completely muddy outfit, jeans, blouse, raincoat and wellies, as well as the mud on her hands and in her hair, made her the cutest girl in the world.



Eventually they arrived at the place where they had first seen each other.

"Shall we do this again?" George asked her.

"Definitely!" She replied. "I'll be better prepared then though!"

George smiled. "Next week, at low tide?"

"Sounds great!"

They looked at each other for a moment. Then Sara gave George a kiss on the cheek and walked away.