Many readers will be familiar with Lauren's earlier stories, especially those accounts of charity events and telling how Lauren was covered in mud at work! This story (loosely based on fact) elaborates on one of those occasions! Lauren has written much of it herself, and she really is the only one among us who truly knows where the boundary lies between fact and fiction!
We are going back a few years. Lauren has recently started the first of her jobs after leaving college. She might have been twenty. Maybe a year or two older, but this was when she was just settling into her new role and finding her feet.
The job was with the town's largest employer, a manufacturing and distribution centre with around two hundred staff. The company was an amalgamation of several older family firms, now all brought together in a modern out-of-town site. For the older staff, theirs had been a job for life and many families had succeeding generations working there. Each of these original firms had left their own trace within the new works, and one example of this was "Picnic Day."
The origins of "Picnic Day" dated back to pre-war times, when factory workers were taken by motor coach to spend the day at the seaside. In those hard times this was a much-valued gesture and for some it was the nearest they came to a holiday away. Another tradition was "Games Day," established by another predecessor firm which had acquired a field and opened a staff social and sports club. As an enlightened employer, they aimed to help their staff keep fit and healthy. Others in the works knew this day as "Box Day," because their event had been about raising funds for good causes and opening the charity boxes which had accumulated donations throughout the year.
By the time of our story, what happened was that all the staff congregated in the field behind the works for the afternoon. Most people just relaxed in groups and enjoyed their food and drink. Company rules expressly forbade any drunkenness, although judging by the number of beers arriving, and boxes of wine, there was a good measure of tolerance about this. Lets' just say that many staff got a little merry. Everyone was always well behaved, that was a taken. There was a staff versus management football game. The younger lads took this very seriously indeed, and usually thrashed their opponents from management. There were ladies and men's races. There were several fundraising stalls, selling home baking, bric-a-brac and all manner of things.
Lauren wandered out onto the field just after twelve, together with most of her colleagues from the office. Miss Price, her senior manager in charge of HR, was wearing a very antiquated fleecy tracksuit.
"She must be entering the ladies race!" Lauren thought to herself.
Lauren had thought about doing this herself, until she realised that most of the entrants were more senior in years! The younger folk seemed to be more interested in the food and the wine.
A small group of them stopped by the stalls, browsing and making some purchases. Lauren pulled up sharply, looked ahead and looked hard again. Whatever was this? In front of them the frame of a rectangular paddling pool was being erected. It was about twelve feet by eight and about two feet deep. A couple of ladies from catering were wrestling with a large blue plastic sheet, and fitting it over the frame. A chap from security appeared. He was struggling to push a wheelbarrow filled with earth! The company had recently landscaped their front entranceway, with high grassy banks and flower borders. There had been a mound of spare soil left behind, which was dumped at the rear of the works. Then Lauren noticed several buckets lying about too, and a plastic chair. She felt a strange surge of excitement! Lauren quickened her steps. She really had to find out about this!
Lauren hurried over the grass towards them! She tried not to make it too obvious that she was rushing, but really she could not get there quick enough. She was smiling and trying not to blush.
"What is your stall all about?" Lauren giggled as she asked.
"This is the managers' mud bath!" the man from security answered.
"All the senior managers, well, most of them, anyway, take turns to sit on the chair, and you can pay to slop some mud over them!"
"What a brilliant idea!" said Lauren.
"We still need a few more loads of earth, then we need to bring lots of buckets of water from the outside tap by the works!" he went on.
Lauren couldn't hide her fascination, as she stepped forward to steady the frame, while the tarpaulin was secured.
"Can I stay and watch?" she asked, hesitantly.
"You can give us a hand, if you like!"
"I will!" Lauren replied, firmly.
"Go and get a couple of buckets filled then!" she was asked and Lauren set off to do just that. The water slopped over each bucket as she returned. Lauren tipped it into the pool while one of the ladies swished the earth around with a large catering spoon.
This process was continued for another half an hour, By then, five barrows full of earth made a layer about six inches deep, which became a brown runny sludge as each bucketful of water was added. Lauren was quite out of breath. Carrying these buckets was quite exhausting!
The event was formally opened at one-o-clock. A staccato voice from the megaphone echoed around the field. It made the speaker sound as if he had a dreadful stammer. "Ladies-adies-adies race-ace-ace start-art-art!" Lauren heard.
A group were now gathering in front of them, headed by Mr Fearne, the general manager.
"All in a good cause," he was finishing saying. Lauren felt that strange sense of excitement again. Mr Fearne was, as usual, in his smart business suit, collar and tie.
"Is Mr Fearne getting that suit covered in mud?" Lauren thought to herself. This very thought was strangely intoxicating and she found herself looking back at him again and again.
Money was dropping steadily into collecting tins. Mr Fearne smiled broadly as he stepped cautiously over the blue sheeting, still in his shiny shoes. His feet disappeared into the ooze, and little streams of brown water filled the space left as his foot moved on. He sat on the plastic chair, now positioned neatly in the middle of the pool. There was a warm round of applause.
Lauren was now standing next to Paul. She liked Paul. He was quiet, unassuming but always friendly and full of help towards her. He was older than she, married with two children. Lauren guessed that money was a bit tight at home. Paul always worked every hour of overtime and always brought his own sandwiches for lunch.
One of the processors stepped forward with a bucket, gingerly reaching down to scoop a quantity of mud into it from the bottom of the pool. The bucket was then about a quarter full. She reached towards Mr Fearne and tossed the contents at him. Most of it missed, but several clumps bounced off the top of his head. Two streaks ran down his chin and just a dribble arrived on his jacket.
Another worker came forward. His treatment of the boss was similarly lenient. It was beginning to look as though Mr Fearn's suit was going to need a dry clean, but it was hardly being distressed. His shirt was still perfectly clean. After four members of staff had enjoyed a turn, Mr Fearn had a few lines of mud down his jacket, but by and large he had escaped unscathed.
Miss Price went next. So that was why she had her tracksuit on! Miss Price was very prim and proper, with neatly permed hair. One bucketful went down her back. Another landed on her knees. Everyone was very careful not to spoil her hair. Not a drop went near it.
Lauren was beginning to feel a little let down.
"I think they should have a proper mud bath!" she murmured to Paul. "They're getting away with it! If it was me, I'd want to get totally covered!"
Paul's eyes opened wide. "Would you? I'd love to see that!"
A further half dozen of the senior managers followed, and each got, well just a little dirty.
"What happens after all the managers have been?" Lauren whispered.
"Well last year, some of the football team jumped in after the game, and they did get right in!" Paul told her. "Most of them were just in their shorts! And that was it, really!"
The football game was still in progress. Lauren was wondering. Dare she? If only she was in management! The more she thought about it, the more she was thrilled at the thought.
"If they let me go in, Paul," Lauren murmured again, conspiratorially, "I want you to get me covered. Not just a bit, I want absolutely covered! Hair, clothes, head to toe!"
Paul looked open mouthed. Lauren was in her office wear, fresh white shirt, smart black trousers, flat slip-on shoes and neat black socks. Her clothes were still nearly new.
"Seriously?" he looked at her intently. "What are you going to do afterwards? Have you anything to change?"
"Oh, we'll worry about that later!" Lauren replied dismissively. "Are you up for it? Come on, you'll never get a chance to do this again!"
"Well, if you're really sure!" Paul sounded as though he had just read the winning line on his lottery ticket, but he had to go back to check if it was true.
"Right, deal!" Lauren told him.
The little crowd were beginning to disperse. Lauren moved forwards. She started to feel nervous.
"Are there any more volunteers?" she asked, after a pause.
"No, that's everyone done!" the security man replied cheerily.
Lauren paused again. "I'll volunteer, to raise some more money!" she finally said.
The security man looked surprised. "Another volunteer? Why not! As long as you don't mind!"
Lauren looked at the mud, now piled up more around the chair in the middle of the pool. The water had drained mostly towards the sides. The very thought of it made her so excited inside.
"I'm sure!" Lauren smiled.
The security man shouted loudly "Ladies and gents, we have one last mud bath victim, young Lauren here wants to raise more money!" A murmur went through the crowd of onlookers and they started to move back in the direction of the mud.
The man chuckled loudly and in a cheerful voice said "OK Lauren, feel free to step into the mud and sit yourself down on the chair over in the middle! I'm afraid there's a bit of a heap over there around the chair now so it's pretty deep!"
Lauren blushed slightly and giggled. She was so excited about getting muddy in her smart work clothes.
She carefully stepped over the side of the container, squealing slightly as her neat little slip-ons sank into the mud. A ripple of laughter went through the assembled onlookers. Lauren started to make her way to the chair, each step released a loud squelch as she withdrew her shoes from the mud's grasp. As she advanced the mud did indeed get deeper as she had been warned, It came right over her shoes and splattered all over the exposed areas of her smart black socks, as well as getting onto the bottoms of her trouser legs. She was nearly at the chair when disaster struck! The heaped-up mud was so thick and deep that in quick succession she managed to walk out of her shoes! They had become stuck in the depths of the mud "hill" and had basically been sucked off her feet. She felt her thin black socks coming fully into contact with the filthy mud as her shoes were left behind. It felt disgusting!
Lauren released a little scream. "Oh no, I've lost my shoes in here! My socks are really muddy now!" The crowd laughed heartily at the young girl's humiliating fate. She pulled her right foot out of the ooze, displaying an extremely grubby black sock to the onlookers. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she put the socked foot back into the mud, and continued wading through the almost knee-deep mud to the chair. Who need's shoes? she was thinking, secretly enjoying the feel of the cool mud through her thin work socks.
Every pair of eyes were fixed on Lauren, and several muttered comments were audible.
"What a brave girl!"
"Well done, Lauren!"
"Look at her trouser bottoms! Poor Lauren!"
"Her socks are so muddy!"
More cash steadily fell into the tins.
"Does anyone want to get Lauren even more muddy?" the security man asked. Another mutter ran through the watchers. No-one stepped forward! They all saw her nice new clothes, her soft blonde hair drifting slightly in the breeze and it seemed so ungentlemanly to do such a thing. Almost cruel, even! No-one broke ranks!
Lauren shifted in her chair and caught Paul's eye. "Come on!" she mouthed at him. Paul was secretly delighted as he pretended to look aghast.
"Come on, Paul!" Lauren repeated, audibly this time.
Paul walked around the pool and dipped a bucket over the side, picking up mud and topping it up with water from inside the rim. As he swirled the contents around everyone laughed again. This bucket was almost full! He reached over behind Lauren, holding the bucket up about six inches from her, before emptying it in three or four gentle upward movements.
The mess landed on the back of Lauren's head. Thick clumps ran down her hair and wetness bound it together in runny strands. Lauren felt coldness seep through the back of her blouse. Lumps of sloppy mud ended up on the chair she was sitting on. It squelched all over the seat of her smart trousers. A series of gasps, ooohs and aaaws ran around.
"Her hair, its going all over her hair!"
"Look at Lauren!"
Lauren twisted around and looked straight at Paul. He looked slightly embarrassed, "Sorry!" Paul mumbled to her. But Lauren's mischievous grin and half-closed eyes were so seductive to him.
"Come on Paul!" Lauren said. "You haven't even started yet, I said, all over me!"
She playfully slopped and stirred the mud around with her feet as she sat there waiting. She still didn't have any shoes on, preferring to remain in her socks, which were by now mostly covered in mud. She smiled as she wiggled her toes, feeling the heaving slop through the thin material. She wondered if she'd even be able to actually find her shoes in this massive mud bog!
Paul was advancing with another bucket. This time it was brimmed with mud, right to the top. He placed it carefully down inside the mud bath, then repeated the process, so there were two buckets next to each other. "OK Lauren" he said, nervously. "Here you are, one for each foot. Come and stand in my mud buckets! Oh, and no shoes allowed, you've got to do it in your socks!"
Lauren giggled and stood up from the muddy chair. She squelched her way to the buckets smiling. Paul couldn't believe how great she looked, even though she was over her ankles in mud and had it splattered intermittently on her clothes. The buckets were really tall! Lauren withdrew her muddy left sock and hoisted her foot right up to step into the first bucket. Her sock disappeared with a squelch and kept on sinking until she was over her knee in the mud bucket. She repeated the process with her right foot. She pushed her right sock down hard into the bucket until she was also knee deep with that leg. The mud splattered up her trousers, some of it hitting her right in the crotch area. Again, she giggled. Paul was captivated by the sight of the beautiful girl stood in the deep mud buckets in her smart clothes. He was particularly enamoured by the fact that she only had socks on her feet. He loved the fact that her shoes had been sucked off in the mud. Seeing her giggling whilst squelching around in her socks had really moved him.
Lauren was in the buckets well over her knees and realised she couldn't easily move! She wriggled her feet and toes but didn't really have the strength to pull herself out of the mud-filled containers.
It turned out, of course, that this was Paul's plan! He wanted Lauren to be actually stuck in the mud so she had no choice but to take the onslaught of mud he had coming. He was going to cover her good and proper!
He didn't bother with any more buckets, he just started to pick large handfuls of the mud up before launching them at the bogged-down beauty. Some other people joined in too. These "bombs" of mud rained down on Lauren, quickly covering her hair, her face and every part of her clothing. She squealed in mock-disgust, but secretly she was having the time of her life and found being dressed up for work and then being allowed to get covered in mud a real thrill! She'd felt a pang of nerves and excitement as soon as she'd seen the mud bath being set up. Now she was really living the dream, playing in the mud fully clothed!
Now covered, I mean, really, totally covered, with a huge effort the filthy girl managed to haul first one foot, then the other out of the buckets of mud. "I'm free!" she giggled, and launched herself into the huge heap of ooze right in the middle of the pit, where the chair was. She landed in it on her knees, then fell onto her front and rolled around laughing. She felt amazing, there was a deep, impossible to ignore fizzing in her tummy. The mud-covered girl realised that she actually felt incredibly sexy. So sexy that she was about to climax. That is how much the mud bath had turned her on. Thinking quickly, she decided to pretend to look for her lost shoes in the mud, to try and cover the fact that she was about to have an orgasm in public. "Can anyone remember where I was when my shooooooes came off?!" she stammered, the fizzing sensation now firmly between her legs and making itself very evident just as she said "shoes". The audience just laughed, apparently not suspecting that Lauren was basically having some bizarre invisible sex with the mud. "Oh welllllllllll, I'd better keep looooooking for them!" she grunted, biting her lip. She crawled around in the mud like a little pig, every inch of her was glistening brown mud, from her hair to her socks. She exhaled powerfully but quietly as the shuddering orgasm began. "Ooooooohhhh, where arrrrrrrrre my shooooooes?" she squeaked as her crotch area quietly pulsated in her muddy trousers. She felt absolutely amazing, I mean, this was literal bliss. Still they laughed at her, unaware of quite how much "fun" she was having. She successfully styled out an entire, rip-roaring sexual climax right there in the mud.
When it subsided, Lauren weakly stood up, glad that her muddy face concealed how flushed she surely was. She continued to play act a bit, saying "I think my poor shoes are gone forever!" before climbing out of the mud arena to rapturous applause. Paul came to her side, keen to apologise for his mean trick of making her stand in mud buckets so she couldn't avoid the pelting. She reassured him that she'd enjoyed it. He went on. "How are you going to go home without shoes?" Lauren looked down at her mud covered socks and giggled. "Paul, look at me. I think the fact that I've lost my shoes is the least of my issues isn't it?" They both laughed. Paul was desperate to hug the bedraggled muddy girl but felt it would be inappropriate. Plus, he'd get filthy! But he was sure that what had just happened had been one of the sexiest things he'd ever seen. If only he knew what Lauren had experienced.
Lauren looked at Paul. Her beautiful eyes looked so striking against the mud that covered her. "All joking aside, how did the other guys get cleaned up? I mean, I can't very well go home like this!" Paul smiled, secretly wishing she could stay like that forever. How could it be that this beautiful young girl was somehow even more beautiful all covered in mud? He was captivated by her, from the mud splattered blonde hair right down to her once-black socks. "There's a hosepipe around the back of the building over there" he explained. "The other guys just kind of hosed themselves off and then let the sun dry their clothes. Would you like me to help you? You are a LOT muddier than anyone else was!"
Lauren giggled again. That sunny, cute little giggle that Paul loved so much. "Ooh, yes please Paul, it would be great if you could help me rinse off the bits I can't really see, like my back and my hair. Although, I must say, it was such fun playing in the mud that it's almost a shame to wash it off! I quite like being muddy Lauren!" She giggled again. Nevertheless, she reluctantly squelched her way to the hosepipe and handed it to Paul. "Maybe start with my hair and work downwards?" Paul smiled enthusiastically and turned the powerful stream of cold water on, before aiming it at the back of Lauren's head. With his spare hand he massaged the water through the filthy blonde hair, slowly witnessing it returning to its natural colour. Then, together they carefully rinsed Lauren's face and neck area before really upping the pressure to wash the thick mud off her clothes. Finally, Paul trained the water on her feet, enjoying seeing her smart, some might even say sexy, black socks emerge from under their generous layer of mud. And you know what? She didn't look too bad. Sure, her white shirt was badly discoloured, but apart from that she was just soaked through. There wasn't much evidence of her total, immersive mudding. She giggled again, and tiptoed back around to the main field to join the party, seemingly unconcerned about her lack of shoes. Of course, the ever creative mind of Lauren was already hatching a plan. She realised that searching for her stuck-in-the-mud shoes would give her an excuse to get in the mud again.
"Paul, I'm just going to hop back into the mud bath and have a go at finding my shoes. They were almost new and I'm hoping I can save them!" Paul laughed, secretly delighted that this beautiful girl was going in for muddy seconds.
There wasn't anyone around near the mud so Lauren had it all to herself. She wasted no time hopping over the side and laughed as she plunged her wet, black socks back into the slop. She dropped to all fours right in the middle, deep area and squelched around feeling in the mud for the missing ballerinas. "Yes!" she squealed, pulling a shoe out with a guttural sucking sound. Still she crawled around, getting filthier and filthier for the second time that day. "And here's the other one!" Another loud squelching glug and the proud young lady stood up, one mud filled shoe in each hand.
"Right Paul, back to the hosepipe for another clean-up, and this time we can sort these shoes out!"
Paul followed obediently as Lauren skipped across the grass, dripping sloppy mud and leaving lovely little size 5 muddy footprints.
After another hosing down, the pair discovered that the ballerinas were in perfect condition, despite their lengthy stay buried in the mud. Lauren eased her sodden socks into them and giggled once more as they made loud squelching sounds when she walked.
This time, they really did join the main group. Lauren was held up as a great sport for her mud bath. She found this absolutely hilarious inwardly. If only they knew how much fun she'd had in there...
Paul, meanwhile, was already cooking up a plan for the next event. He'd seen Lauren in the mud, but he wanted to see it again..!
To be continued...