Muddy FantasyStory by Lauren19Posted 1/29/22 937 views
I work as a beautician, and this story is very much centred around my uniform, and something that happened quite unexpectedly. We wear smart, darkish blue trousers, with a matching tunic top. Footwear isn't provided but we are asked to wear smart unobtrusive shoes with black socks. The reason the boss insists on us wearing nice, smart socks is that the building has hard wooden floors throughout and if people are in having relaxing massages, or other such treatments we generally work with our shoes off to keep noise down. It's not unusual for me to complete an entire shift in my socks. I go to work in black ballerina style shoes, with matching black socks.
Now, the blue uniform is a new development. Until very recently we wore an identical style, but in a dark grey colour.
When I came home with my new issue of blue tunics and trousers, my boyfriend seemed disproportionately concerned about this minor change of colour. I didn't think much of it, and after we'd had dinner he took me out for a drink in the local pub. As it was Friday, we ended up having a few and were both slightly drunk when we got home.
With inhibitions low, I asked him if he had a problem with the new work uniform, as he'd seemed bothered by it earlier.
He looked at me and smiled slightly "Err, well, I just liked the grey one, that's all". "Really?" I replied. "You never said?" He blushed slightly. "Well, it's a bit weird really isn't it? But, yes, if you want me to be honest, I always thought you looked as hot as hell going off to work in that. Everything about it drove me a bit wild". I looked at him in disbelief. I couldn't compute what I was hearing. He continued. "And you know those socks you usually wear to work, the black ones with different colours for the heel and toe bit? Well, I love the way I see a flash of colour as you walk in those ballet pumps, and your heel pops out of the shoe a bit". I started laughing then. I couldn't help it. It appeared I'd been inadvertently driving him wild with my socks, shoes and grey tunic and trousers! He laughed too, whilst saying how sorry he was and how weird I must think he was. I kissed him, secretly happy that he held such desire for me in such ordinary attire. We embraced, kissing for several seconds before I looked him in the eye and said "I've still got all the grey stuff you know, it doesn't have to be returned. Shall I go and get dressed up..?"
This is when it did get a bit weird, for real. He was on a roll, really keen to bare his soul. "If you're going to get dressed up in that amazing outfit that has been teasing me for ages, would you consider doing one more thing?" I looked at him, intrigued. "Of course, fire away, you know me, game for anything!" He swallowed hard, looking nervous. "Right, I'm sorry, this is quite strange, and I have absolutely no issue at all with you refusing, but I'd love you to go somewhere really inappropriate in that work outfit. Somewhere you'd never usually go". Again, I laughed. "What, like go clubbing in it or something?" Again, he swallowed, before continuing. "Basically, I would go almost mad with desire if you got dressed up in the grey one, with the bright heel-and-toe black socks and the ballet pumps, and went into... that really muddy field down the road". I laughed, because I didn't know what else to do. "You want me to get dressed as if I was going to work, then go into that field where all the mud is? With ballet pumps and dressy work socks on my feet?" He nodded. "I just find the complete incongruity of you going somewhere so dirty and muddy in those clothes so sexy and exciting. I want to make love to you down there once you're all muddy". "Wow" I replied. "Those shoes I wear are tiny little things, it'll be impossible to keep my socks out of the mud! I've never had muddy socks before!"
I could see that a load had shifted from him after this admittance. He smiled at me. I pulled him towards me and kissed him tenderly. "OK, I'll do it" I whispered. Immediately I sensed his arousal. We went to the bedroom together so that I could get dressed up.
I couldn't believe that I was putting the old grey uniform on what with it being a Friday night! We both laughed as I pulled the trousers up and carefully buttoned them. "Which socks shall I wear?" I asked, opening my sock drawer. He came over and pulled a pair out and handed them to me. "These ones always look sexy". I took them and separated them. They were smart, ordinary-length black socks, with vibrant turquoise-blue coloured heels and toes. I pulled them on, ensuring that the colourful toes and heels were evenly positioned on my feet, so as to look as smart as possible. They were really nice socks actually, I hadn't had them long. I suddenly realised that they were probably going to get really muddy because so much of them was exposed to the atmosphere in the little ballet pump shoes! I thought that my shoes would "hide" the bright bits of the socks so the mud would only get onto the black fabric and I'd be able to save them in the washing machine. It was so odd to be thinking like this, basically planning for my own socks to be splattered in mud because of inappropriate shoes for the conditions! Speaking of shoes, I had a few pairs so I chose not my newest, but not my oldest either. They were simple black slip-ons with a little gold bar across the front and a neat little tassel. Again, I kind of hoped I could hose them down later and dry them carefully and they'd be OK. I mean, it's only mud, right? Anyway, I slipped them on, and did a little walk around the bedroom allowing my heels to pop out a bit, giving a vibrant splash of turquoise. My boyfriend watched intently, before giving me a huge hug. "I can't believe you're actually going to do this" he whispered. "You're the best, just the best". I had mixed feelings, but thought that ultimately it was harmless fun. I mean, there must be worse things for him to be turned on by, right? When all was said and done, it is only a bit of mud (OK, quite a lot of mud as it turned out!)
We left the house quietly and headed for the field. It was about a quarter of a mile away on a quiet lane. It was Autumn and it had been raining for days. This, teamed with farm machinery passing through it had made it a sea of mud. I'd noticed it when passing but hadn't thought anything of it. I mean, it was just a muddy field. I hadn't realised it was part of a fantasy until about half an hour ago. I just felt so completely underdressed for dealing with mud! The shoes I was wearing were so small and flimsy it was comical. And I could feel the cool night air through the large expanse of exposed sock fabric. This promised to be quite a slapstick experience. But I guess that was the very point!
In a few short minutes, we arrived at the entrance to the field. It was a bright, moonlit night and I could see the thick, glistening mud stretching off into the distance. Literally acres of it.
I turned to my clearly very excited boyfriend. "What do you want me to do? Walk across the mud? Where is the best place to step in do you think?" He looked at me wide-eyed and said "I have no plans Lauren, I'm still a bit stunned that you're up for this. Just do whatever feels right, have a splash and a squelch in the mud!"
The words echoed in my head "whatever feels right". How could this possibly feel right? But I was eager to please. I loved this guy and I wanted to excite him and possibly have some amazing sex...
"OK, in I go!" I said, in a slightly high-pitched voice. I gently hopped off the firm field edge and started to kind of jog across the mud. It splashed and squelched under my feet and sprayed up my grey trousers. I could feel it splattering all over my black socks. Remember, I had a huge amount of sock out on display in the little slip-on pumps. It wasn't hugely deep near the edge where I was, but it easily came over the sides of my shoes and I could feel it actually oozing into them. My socks were getting covered in mud! I stopped and turned around. "How am I doing?" I said to my boyfriend. "Absolutely amazing!" he replied. "Show me your heels!" I eased first one, then the other heel out of my shoes (this was easy as the shoes were kind of stuck in the mud) and displayed what was left of the bright turquoise heel portions of my black socks. They were liberally splattered with the wet mud. I realised my socks were not going to come out of this well. "That's incredible Lauren!" he shouted. "This is definitely one of the sexiest things I've ever seen!" I laughed and decided to keep skipping around in the squelchy field to really excite him. I ran towards what looked like a really wet bit and did a big jump into it. As I took off I realised that my left shoe had been sucked off my foot. I gave an involuntary squeal as I landed back in the mud, and my left sock sank fully into it without a shoe. It was much deeper than expected too and I sank halfway to my knees. "Oh no, I've lost a shoe!" I shouted. I could feel the mud so vividly through my thin sock. I wiggled my toes almost enjoying its gooey gunginess. With some effort, I pulled my left, shoeless foot out of the mud and placed it back down carefully onto a firmer bit. My sock was almost completely covered, so much for keeping the bright heels and toes clean inside my shoes! There was just a tiny sliver of bright turquoise at the toe end of the sock that had somehow avoided the mud. I hauled my right foot out next, and pretty much instantly lost that shoe too! The deeper mud was so thick I had no chance of keeping it on! I guess this was entirely predictable thinking about it. It just honestly hadn't occurred to me that the slip-on shoes would get so easily pulled off by the mud. I put my now shoeless right foot down into the mud with a little sigh. I shouted "I have no shoes on at all now, I'm in the mud in my socks! They've both been sucked off!" He looked at me in wonderment. I mean, he was almost in a trance. "How does it feel to sink in the mud in those sexy socks Lauren? You look amazing in there, you're so muddy! How are those colourful heels and toes?" I laughed and replied "They're covered in mud, look!" I withdrew my right foot from the almost knee-deep mud with a loud sucking noise and pointed my mud-covered sock in his direction. Thick globules of wet ooze fell off the sock. "Wow, show me the other one too!" I did as I was told, returning my right sock to its muddy haven and pulling my left one out with an even louder squelch. He was loving this bizarre show. "Oh wow, you are amazing Lauren! Now, why not see if you can get even muddier? Have a really good splash around!" I thought I might as well, I mean, I was already dirtier than I'd ever been before, what did I have to lose? I guess the turning point was losing both shoes in the mud and getting my socks filthy. I hadn't expected to be in mud in my stocking-feet, nothing else really mattered after that!
I didn't bother looking for my shoes, by now I wasn't really sure where I'd been when they came off. I skipped through the mud towards where I thought the deeper bit was to have a really big squelch around and maybe get some mud on my tunic now that my trousers were so filthy. It was almost a pleasure to move through the thick mud without shoes. My feet, in their thin, dressy socks squelched in and out of the boggy mass almost effortlessly. At one stage I pulled my trousers up and noticed that the tops of my socks were still smart jet black where they'd been shielded by my trousers. I'm unsure why, but this amused me greatly. I saw what I thought looked like a really deep sloppy bit and decided to launch myself into it to take my muddiness to truly shocking levels. There was a firmer bit just in front of it that I decided to use as a kind of launch platform.
I stood on the firm-ish ground, marvelling at how slimy and heavy my muddy trousers and socks felt. What happened next was truly remarkable. I took a big jump towards the middle of this really deep, wet-looking area. As my feet made contact they had absolutely no grip due to only being dressed in thin socks, and I kind of skidded across the surface and before I knew what had happened I landed full on my back with a sound that can only be described as a cross between a splash and a squelch. Even my head touched down so I instantly received a liberal coating of mud to the hair. I laid there, in semi-shock for a few seconds, before starting to giggle uncontrollably. I decided to roll in it. I did so, over and over, making sure my entire outfit was caked in mud. I pumped my feet around wildly, stirring the thick mud around with my socks. I had to admit it, this was really fun. And it was time to make love. And I was going to do that, laying in this self-created pit of mud. "OK big boy, I'm ready for you!" He stood there, open mouthed. He was still wearing his "pub" clothes. He was going to have to get dirty too if he wanted it! And he definitely wanted it. He ripped his shoes off and waded through the mud towards me. When he reached me, he gently felt through the mud and unfastened my once-grey smart work trousers and pulled them off me, stopping only to pull my socks up! I then experienced him in the most large, rigid form I've ever known. By the time we were done he was very nearly as filthy as me.
We blissfully squelched our way home and started the long cleanup process.
My grey tunic and trousers actually recovered really well and have been, er, "used" several times since. Even my socks washed up to a passable standard and I do actually still wear them for work (and, yes, perhaps the odd foray into mud too!) And my shoes? Well, we'll never know will we!