Once a year, in the Summer, the large business that Lauren worked for knocked off at midday to have an afternoon in the (hopefully) sun. Basically, it was a "fun day" but it was also used as a vehicle for raising money for charity. All kinds of things went on, there was food and drinks and games. Most years there was a slightly messy element and Lauren remembered a "gunge the manager" fundraiser from the previous year. She wondered if they'd be doing anything similar. One of Lauren's best friends from work was a man called Phil. Phil was a bit older than Lauren but they'd always had an easy, relaxed relationship. She wasn't entirely sure what he did but he was involved in maintenance. He always had a slight perfume of industry about him, basically oil and tools. He smelled like a proper bloke and Lauren had always liked that. Lauren, in contrast, was customer facing and always immaculate (not that Phil was in any way unappealing, just to be clear. His personal hygiene was impeccable).
When Lauren walked over to the field where the fun day was happening after finishing her morning's work, she spied Phil in the distance. She skipped over to him, smiling. "Hello Phil!" she greeted him cheerily. Phil turned and grinned back. "Come and have a seat Lauren, here you go!" He handed her a large glass of wine. "Cheers!" they both said in unison, before laughing.
They sat down together and Lauren turned to Phil. "Are the bosses getting gunged again then?" Phil laughed and shook his head. "No, no, no, it's much worse than that for them this time! Look over there!" he pointed to a massive blue plastic tank in the middle distance. It looked like a small swimming pool that hadn't been sunk into the ground. Phil continued. "That thing over there has a load of mud in it! They're going in that to be pelted I think! Lauren looked stunned. "Really? Now that I must see!"
The pair of them walked over to the structure. It was about ten feet square and had a layer of mud in it that was somewhere between nine inches and a foot deep. There was a plastic garden chair right in the middle, presumably for the victim to sit on. Not only were people going to have mud thrown at them as they sat on the chair, they would actually have to wade through the deep mud to get to the chair in the first place! Lauren felt a pang of excitement at the sight of this sea of mud. She couldn't wait to see people in it. And she didn't have long to wait.
The first victims were six male managers that went in one by one. In all honesty, it was lame. They got their shoes and the bottoms of their trousers muddy, and when sat on the chair, a few blobs of mud were thrown at them and that was it. They left, largely intact and not very muddy at all. Lauren was surprised by how frustrated she felt by this. She thought it would be much better if people got really covered in mud. It seemed more symbolic than truly the slapstick activity it could, and should have been.
The next victim was a young lady called Natalie. She was one of the youngest managers at 23 and didn't look particularly impressed that she had to get her clothes dirty in the mud! She was wearing a white shirt and really nice dark grey trousers, with black high-heeled boots. As she reluctantly approached the mud arena to do her bit for charity, the security (for want of a better word) man running proceedings stopped her. "You can't wear those heels in there I'm afraid, you'll make holes in the bottom of the pool!" Natalie looked bemused and started to walk away. She thought she'd dodged a bullet. Security man continued. "It's OK, you can take your shoes off, come on! Just wear your socks in the mud!" She realised she wasn't going to get away with not taking part and reluctantly bent down and unzipped her boots. She slid them off her feet to reveal simple, but very striking black and white stripy socks. Lauren found herself wondering if they were black socks with white stripes, or white socks with black stripes. As the toe and heel parts were black she decided they were black socks with white stripes. What a strange thing to ponder! Lauren waited for Natalie to bend down and take her socks off but it never happened. Natalie, face like thunder, advanced towards the mud and climbed over the side of the pool, still wearing her socks. Lauren watched in amazement as the lovely stripy socks splodged into the filthy mud. Natalie looked disgusted as her shoeless, stripy feet disappeared completely into the thick, gooey, brown mud. She exclaimed to the onlookers "this is so gross just in socks!" She dutifully squelched her way over to the chair. She sat down on it and withdrew her feet from the mud in relief. The socks were just brown, shiny blobs in the main, with just a few grubby stripes visible on the tops of her feet, where the mud hadn't touched so fully. Lauren was oddly moved by the sight of the pretty young manager squelching in the mud with her stripy socks on and no shoes. And things continued to excite. Natalie copped a very reasonable pelting, screaming throughout. She wasn't what you would call covered afterwards, but she was a lot muddier than the men had been. And of course, she'd suffered the indignity of being made to take her shoes off, which, as mentioned, had been quite a captivating moment. When she left the mud, she picked up her boots and squelched off in her gunged socks to get cleaned up.
Then it was more very lame, almost apologetic visits to the chair, so it appeared that Natalie had been the one and only, very brief, high point.
"I think they should have a proper mud bath!" she murmured to Phil. "They're getting away with it! If it was me, I'd want to get totally covered, you know, really, really muddy!"
Phil's eyes opened wide. "Would you? I'd love to see that! Do you mean even worse than Natalie?"
"Yes!" Lauren replied. "I'd want to really squelch and splash around in it, it would be the best fun ever! And you know what? I'd keep all of my clothes on and get them all muddy! Even my shoes and socks!"
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!" Phil 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, Phil," Lauren murmured again, conspiratorially, "I want you to get me covered. Not just a bit, I want to get absolutely covered! Hair, all of my clothes, head to toe!"
Phil looked at her, open mouthed. Lauren was in her usual work clothes, a smart, fitted black shirt and smart, quite tight black trousers, that really showed off her lovely figure. On her feet she wore flat slip-on ballerina-style shoes and neat black socks. Her clothes were nearly new.
"Seriously?" he looked at her intently. "What are you going to do afterwards? Have you anything to change into?"
"No, I just have the clothes I'm wearing, but I really want to do this!" Lauren replied breathlessly. "Are you up for it? Come on, you might never get a chance to cover a girl in mud again! And it is only mud isn't it? I doubt anything will be spoiled because everything I'm wearing is black, apart from these bits!" She pointed downwards. Phil looked and saw that she'd slipped off one shoe and was showing off the fact that her smart black socks had staggeringly bright pink contrasting heels and toes.
"Oh wow, cute socks Lauren! I never realised you had such bright hidden colour! Are you sure you want to get those beauties muddy?" She nodded, blushing slightly. "OK, if you're really sure!" Phil 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, slipping her shoe back on and hiding the colourful parts of her sock once more. "I'm going in the mud, socks and all! The thing is Phil, I don't have high heels like Natalie so he'll let me wear my shoes in the pool, that will keep my socks from getting too muddy!" Phil looked down at Lauren's tiny little slip-on ballet pumps and the resultant large expanse of exposed sock. He knew she would get VERY muddy socks and had a strong suspicion that the suction of the thick mud would probably take her shoes off anyway. He didn't say a word. Secretly he wanted to see the gorgeous young girl lose her shoes in the mud and get those dazzling black and pink socks nice and dirty.
The little crowd were beginning to disperse. Lauren moved forwards. She started to feel nervous. Was she really going to voluntarily get into the mud bath in her smart clothes?
"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, swallowing hard.
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 so the mud itself was really thick. The very thought of it made her so nervous and 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! She has, therefore, volunteered to wallow in the mud bog and I think I'm right when I say she hasn't got a change of clothes with her! A very brave young lady!" A murmur went through the crowd of onlookers and they started to move back in the direction of the mud. The man looked at Lauren and said quietly "There are no foreign objects in there, the mud is very smooth, it's all made from lovely graded topsoil so you can take your shoes off if you'd prefer to just wear your socks". Lauren, as mentioned, thought it would be better to keep her bright pink heels and toes protected in her shoes so decided against just wearing her socks in the mud. "I think I'll keep my shoes on thanks" she replied. "I wouldn't want to get my socks too dirty!"
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 ballerinas sank into the mud. Her shoes left a large area of her socks exposed and it felt so weird as the mud squelched all over the thin sock material. A ripple of laughter went through the assembled onlookers. In a high pitched voice the brave girl said "mud, mud, glorious mud!" turning the ripple into a roar. 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. Phil noticed that the parts of her socks that weren't inside her shoes were already well slathered in mud. As she advanced the mud did indeed get deeper as she had been warned, It came right over her ankles and splattered all over the bottoms of her trouser legs. The shoes and socks on her feet were just indistinct muddy blobs. She was nearly at the chair when she had a real shock! The heaped-up mud was so thick and deep that she managed to lose her left shoe! It had become stuck in the depths of the mud "hill" and had basically been sucked off her foot. She squealed as she felt the shoe come off. She held her foot up out of the mud wondering what to do. Her sock looked ridiculous. There was a perfect replica, in mud, of the shape of her shoe on it. But the lower part of the sock, that had been inside the shoe was still largely clean, apart from a light smear of mud on the bright pink toe area where it had come into contact with mud on the way out, shoeless. It's fair to say, in this sea of brown mud, the pink sock tips looked completely incongruous as the stricken girl stood there on one leg.
Lauren released a little scream. "Oh no, I've lost my shoe in the mud!" The crowd laughed heartily at the young girl's humiliating fate. Lauren realised she had two choices. She could quickly take the sock off and go barefoot, or she could keep it on and get it completely muddy. She really didn't want to put a bare foot into the mud and as the sock already had some mud on it she thought she might as well just wear the sock in the mud. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she lowered the dazzling pink heel and toe into the mud, feeling the wet ooze covering it. With a squelch, she immediately pulled the foot out again, she had a level of morbid fascination about what her smart sock looked like after a muddy dunking. The audience laughed as she wiggled her toes towards them. It looked like she was wearing a brown sock, apart from the tiniest flash of pink still left around her heel. The smiling girl plunged the sock back into the mud, feeling at peace with her decision to get muddy in a "socksy" fashion. While the audience was laughing, Lauren maximised the entertainment for them. She realised it felt weird being in one shoe so she really carefully eased her right foot out of the mud. She took off the ballet pump and theatrically threw it into the deep mud, before plunging her right sock down into the ooze. She wiggled her toes in the mud, shouting "I'm free! Who needs shoes anyway?!" and continued wading through the almost knee-deep mud to the chair. She secretly enjoyed the feel of the cool mud through her thin work socks. And it just felt so NAUGHTY being in the mud in 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!"
"She's lost her shoes! Her socks are so muddy!"
"And they're such cute socks too!"
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 cruel to do such a thing. Almost sadistic, even! No-one broke ranks!
Lauren shifted in her chair and caught Phil's eye. "Come on!" she mouthed at him. Phil was secretly delighted as he pretended to look aghast.
"Come on, Phil!" Lauren repeated, audibly this time.
Phil 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 bum of her smart trousers. A series of gasps, "oohs" and "ahs" ran around.
"Her hair, its going all over her hair!"
"Look at Lauren!"
Lauren twisted around and looked straight at Phil. He looked slightly embarrassed, "Sorry!" Phil mumbled to her. But Lauren's mischievous grin and half-closed eyes were so seductive to him.
"Come on Phil!" Lauren said. "You haven't even started yet, I said, all over me! I want to be covered in mud! I want to wallow like a little piggy in all my smart work clothes, it's on my bucket list!"
She playfully slopped and stirred the mud around with her feet as she sat there waiting. Obviously she 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 two things, if she'd even be able to actually find her shoes in this massive mud bog, and if the tips of her socks would ever actually be pink again!
Phil 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 stay in your socks for this, let's make sure they're completely covered in mud!"
Someone in the audience piped up. "Those poor socks! Lauren's poor feet!"
Lauren giggled and stood up from the muddy chair. She had no intention of putting her shoes on, her socks were beyond help now! She squelched her way to the buckets smiling. Phil 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. Phil 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 discarded 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 Phil'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. And a burning compulsion to be allowed to take part in the muddy fun. Now she was really living the dream, playing in the mud fully clothed, complete with her smart black socks on!
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, close to 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. It came as quite a surprise that doing this was actually an erotic experience for her. She'd felt compelled to wallow in mud fully clothed, but hadn't really known why she wanted to do it. There was no denying the fact that she was shortly going to orgasm. 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 this incredible thing occur 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 aaaaaaare 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. Mud cascaded off her clothes. She was still in it almost knee deep. How glad she was that her muddy face concealed how flushed she surely was. She'd pretty much had sex with herself, fully clothed, in a mud bath and she felt amazingly serene and satisfied. 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. Phil 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. "Phil, 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. Phil 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 Phil. 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!" Phil 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-pink sock toes. "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 Phil loved so much. "Ooh, yes please Phil, 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 and theatrically ran her mud covered hands through her muddy hair and wiggled her toes in her mud-covered socks. Nevertheless, she reluctantly squelched her way to the hosepipe and handed it to Phil. "Maybe start with my hair and work downwards?" Phil 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, Phil trained the water on her feet, enjoying seeing her smart, some might even say sexy, black and pink socks emerge from under their generous layer of mud. Lauren giggled again, lifting one foot up. "My hot pink heels and toes aren't so bright now are they?" She was right, the brightly coloured parts of her black socks were looking decidedly dull and bedraggled. But you know what? Apart from the socks, she didn't look too bad. She just looked like she'd been swimming in her clothes. 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.
"Phil, now we know it comes off quite easily with the hose, 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!" Phil laughed, secretly delighted that this beautiful girl was once again going to sink those sassy little socks in the mud.
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 and pink socks back into the ooze. And it really was ooze. Lauren had churned and mixed it up so much with her earlier frolicking that it was the smoothest, creamiest mud imaginable. Phil swallowed hard as he witnessed a mischievous looking Lauren sinking in it socks first. As she did so, she squealed and laughed. "My socks definitely won't recover now! Two mud baths in one day will be too much for the pink!" 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 Phil, back to the hosepipe for another clean-up, and this time we can sort these shoes out!"
Phil 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...
Phil, meanwhile, was already cooking up a plan for the next event. He'd seen Lauren in the mud and it had affected him deeply. He wanted to see it again..!
To be continued...