On a warm summers night we walk home and as a joke i persuade you to take a shortcut down the lane via a farmyaredknowing that despte the dry day it will be very muddy.. As the lane reaches the bottom of the hill we start to meet puddles and before you realise they are therei walk yu into one and decide to give you a hug.as you stand in the puddle you feel the water about 2inches deep soakinto your shoes the oldwater soothing your toes hot from walking cramped in the shoes. The dirty water staining yourwhite stockings. I kiss you and say that your stockings are probably ruined anyway so we might as well save your shoes. Reluctantly you agree and take them off carrying them in one hand as i take the other hand and manage to lead you through all the muddy puddles . At the bottom is agateway and the only way through is to walk thorough the mud . You sockings are now completely brown on the feet and muddy drops splashed all the way up to her knees.Youlead her to the middle the worst point where all the water runs to combine with being churned up by the tractor. Herfeetsink into the mud slowly and she saviours the feeling as the sticky cool mud grasps her feet. curling her toes as she excitedly enjoys the feeling.My hands on her shoulders her to her knees and her knees are sinking into the mud . "You bastard " she murmurs without conviction as I push her backwards so she sits in the mud .She feeling damp then wet soak throuugh the skirt of her dress making her already damp panties wet . Placing my shoe genlty on her chest i push her backwards so she is ow lying in the mud. She feels iits wet cold clammy ness all over as mud slides betewen her thighsand arouher buttocks. I havetaken my shoes off and use me feet to prsse her down in the mud leaving muddy footprints . including a toeprint on her forehead as i push her head into the mud her hair soaking up the mud.