Hi, Im Marine. I love another girl whose name is Isabel. Shes cute with blond hair cut very short. She looks like a boy, also because she has such tiny breast. She likes to clothe with boy clothes. She wears training trousers and sweat shirts, sneakers and a cap. She particularly loves to have clothes with a kaki green cameo motif. We are both 18 years old since a short time. We make love together since longer than that. She has lovely light blue eyes. She is very happy with her life and wants to live with me for her whole life. So do I. Concerning my clothing, it is much more feminine. I nevertheless like the pink cameo motif. My hairdo is made of 10 short pigtails on the back of my head. We are living in Germany and we work for a company which makes photos of girls in rubber boots and in mud. We do like it very much to wader through mud. It excites us very much indeed.

We already did that in our prime youth, when we where both at the same school. Our parents felt desperate when we always came back messy from our school. At the beginning, every day we had to wear new clothes in the morning. But our mothers found it to much work and let us go as from the following day with messy clothes to school. We were very happy with that situation. We still managed to make them messier every day. That was a competition between us. We liked to put paint, ink, food on our clothes, and also mud during the recreation time. Our favourite moment was the sport course, when we played foot on the muddy terrain in the morning, we could wear our muddy training clothes the whole day, and we liked to put our wet muddy sneakers on the clean clothes of our comrades who sat just before us in the room. We also liked to tear our dresses, our skirts, our jeans, our training pants, our shirts, our jackets. We were as wild animals. Nothing stopped us to do what we wanted.

It has not changed today. Im to relate thou one of the stories that happened to us both in our woods. We were clothed in latex cat-suits, directly on our skin, to enjoy the contact of the matter on our wonderful body. They were hooded and also with foots and gloves, so that we were totally enclosed. Mine was yellow and the one Isabel was wearing was flashy red. Isabel had cute Jeantex marine blue sailor rubber boots with laces, normally to avoid that the mud ran into them, but she evidently liked to let them loose. Mine were kaki green waders from Le Chameau which were thigh high, but the left one was torn at the knee level. We began very clean as usual. We went step by step in the muddy brook behind our huge property. At the beginning, the mud was only a few inches deep. Isabel managed to still have her boots not filled with mud. We continued and at Isabels surprise, she had one foot that felt in a muddy hole in the brook that she hadnt expected. The muddy water ran into her right boot. She enjoyed it very much and began to laugh. Her boot was all slippery inside. I was also excited to see that she wore a muddy boot. Mine were yet clean inside. I waited to have them filled with mud. We carried on with our walk in the muddy brook. The mud attained my knees and the mud began to run in my left wader. I was very pleased with that as you can guess. Isabel took some mud in her hands and began to rub it on my bottom. I replied with a big fistful of mud that I spread on her tiny breast which was tense as usual. She liked it and began to rub them on mine. We kissed on the mouth and began to turn around very quickly as we were still kissing. We finished by falling into the mud. My right wader was now full of mud which rubbed my leg and my thigh. I was so excited that my sex was all wet under the yellow cat-suit. I said so to Isabel and she put her hand on my sex and began to fondle it through the latex clothing. I did the same to her and she also got wet. We crawled in the mud to rub our body on the bottom of the brook and in order to have a mud-suit. We cant see the colour of our outfit anymore. We made love for a long time and then we went home to wash our cat-suits and our boots. But we stayed with our cat-suit on and went to take a nap.

Now I, Isabel, am going to tell you a winter story. I was clothed with a hooded ski-suit and Marine with a ski salopette. My suit was shiny black and in down material. I looked exactly as a boy in it. I had yellow moon boots. The salopette Marine wore was in white shiny polyamide. She also wore a white down hooded jacket in polyester that she wore under the salopette. She was footed with red moon boots. We had laced our boots in order to maintain our feet dry and warm. We wandered through the snow and on the ice in our brook. But as the ice was to thin, we were very soon on the muddy bottom of the brook. It made us laugh as you can imagine. But our moon boots were still dry, how wonderful to walk in the muddy brook in winter and being dry inside. We were happy together and were hand in hand for the walk. I slipped and fell on my bottom and made a mud splash. My suit was now mud coloured. The salopette Marine is wearing was still white. That cant be anymore, so I managed to make her fall at her turn in the mud. She liked it but revenged herself by pushing me in the mud and sitting on me to prevent me to stand up. I managed to disengage and sat at my turn on her. We wrestled for a moment in the mud but thanks to our high tech clothing, we were still dry and warm inside. We finished our wrestling and rested a little before we went back to home. We took a shower still clothed and then a hot bath completely nude (I do precise because for us it is not evident). We then ate a strong meal and went to bed to take a nap that was merited.

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Wetalix