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 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 because of her boots. "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, just take them off, come on! You can go in with your socks on" 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 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 to take her lovely socks off but it never happened. Natalie, face like thunder, advanced towards the mud and hopped over the side in her socks. Lauren watched in amazement as the lovely stripy socks splodged into the filthy mud. Natalie squelched her way over to the chair, each step yielding a loud sucking noise as she withdrew a shoeless foot from the mud. She sat down on it and withdrew her feet from the mud in disgust. The socks were really muddy, 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, I think it would be incredible to get my work clothes filthy, it would be the best fun ever! I mean, I'd wallow like a little pig and get totally dirty!"
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. She turned to Phil.
"You'll think I'm mad, but I really do want to go in the mud. If they let me go in, Phil, I want to get covered in it. Not just a bit, I want to get absolutely covered! Completely gunged all over! Hair, all of my clothes, even my socks! Head to toe! I want to take a proper mud bath! I want to lay down in it!"
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 smart black socks. Her clothes were nearly new.
"Seriously?" he looked at her intently. "What are you going to do afterwards? Have you got a change of clothes?"
"Oh, we'll worry about that later!" Lauren replied dismissively. "Are you up for it? Come on, you might never get a chance to see me in the mud again! And it should wash off my clothes OK, 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 her shoes 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! I always assumed your socks were plain black! What made you get those ones? Lauren giggled. "They're cute and much more fun aren't they? I mean, look how much you smiled when you saw me take my shoes off! Who wants to wear boring socks?"
Phil continued. "OK, if you're really sure you don't mind dipping those sexy socks into the ooze, let's see if we can get you in there!" 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. He thought Lauren's socks were really sexy in a fun, carefree kind of way and he was captivated by the thought of this amazing girl keeping them on and sinking in the mud. He couldn't believe that she actually wanted to get muddy.
"Right, deal!" Lauren giggled nervously, slipping her shoes back on and hiding the colourful parts of her socks once more. "Maybe I'll do a Natalie and take my shoes off first, do you think I should have a mud bath in my socks?" Phil smiled, scarcely believing what he was hearing. "Yeah, I reckon you'll find it easier to walk in the mud with no shoes on, plus it'll be more fun doing it in socks!"
The little crowd were beginning to disperse. Lauren moved forwards. She started to feel nervous. Was she really going to be allowed to climb into the mud bath and get her work clothes all dirty? She didn't really know why, but she so wanted to get covered in mud. She started imagining how it would feel to be up to her knees in mud with her smart trousers and socks on. There was something so naughty about the idea. She didn't even care if her clothes were ruined. She couldn't wait.
"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 getting muddy clothes!"
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, but there was the odd patch of standing water on the surface of the deepest area. It looked like a ploughed field after heavy rain. The very thought of getting in it made Lauren so nervous and excited inside. She imagined sinking her feet into it and how it would feel as she went in up to her knees. She knew she had to do it.
"I'm sure!" Lauren smiled her gorgeous, beaming smile. She tried to imagine how it would feel as the thick oozy mud stuck to her clothes and soaked into her socks. She couldn't stop a little shiver of excitement as she imagined being covered in mud and squelching her feet and legs into the very deepest area.
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 looked at Lauren and said quietly "There are no sharp, foreign objects in there, it's all made from lovely graded topsoil, it's just pure, smooth mud so it's perfectly safe to take your shoes off if you want to. Looking at them, they'll probably be sucked off your feet by the mud anyway! if I were you, and I'm glad I'm not, I'd pop the shoes off and hop into the mud in your socks". Lauren felt a pang of excitement in the pit of her stomach as she looked down at her sweet little ballet pumps and smart black socks. It looked like the man had helped her make her decision. She remembered how her socks had those bright pink coloured heels and toes and how outrageous and fun it would be to jump into the mud in them without any shoes on. She nodded to the man and lifted up first one foot, then the other, and pulled her shoes off one by one. She felt vulnerable, but really excited as she stood on the dry grass next to the mud bath in her eye-catching socks. She couldn't wait to cover them in mud! She carefully placed her little ballerinas down neatly next to the pool. The security man looked at her feet and laughed quietly. "Oh dear, I thought you had plain black socks on, not these weekend specials! Those natty little numbers are going to get covered in mud you realise!" Lauren giggled and replied "I don't mind getting my socks muddy for charity, in fact, I can't wait to get in there to get myself completely covered! This is a dream coming true for me! Watch my pink heels and toes disappear in the gunge!" A ripple of laughter went through the crowd as the pretty young girl blushed and smiled. One man started singing "Mud, mud, glorious mud!" and everyone laughed again.
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! Have fun in your socks!"
Lauren blushed slightly and giggled. She was so excited about getting muddy in her smart work clothes. The man addressed the audience "Let's have a round of applause for brave Lauren, she's about to sink in the mud in her socks! Imagine that!" There was a ripple of applause and the singing man, who appeared slightly drunk, piped up again. "Mud, mud, glorious mud, lovely and smooth, there aren't any rocks, so follow me follow, down to the hollow, and there you can splosh mud all over your socks!" Everyone laughed loudly at his daft song, including Lauren. She blushed again as she looked down at her lovely clean socks one last time before jumping into the mud. Somehow, having no shoes on had made the thought of getting muddy so much more fun and exciting.
Lauren turned towards the mud bath with her heart pounding in her chest. There was a small stepladder for climbing over the side. She decided to jump off the top of it and try to land in the very deepest, thickest area of the mud. On such a nice day her feet were hot in her black socks and the ladder felt lovely and cool as she climbed it. She hoped the mud would also be lovely and cool to take a dip in. With her heart pounding in her chest, the pretty girl jumped with all her might from the stepladder in the direction of the really thick mud that was a good foot deep. She squealed as she landed in it with a violent squelchy splat. It all happened very quickly, her feet entered the ooze first and when her thin socks hit the bottom she slipped over and went down onto her knees, ending up laying on her front in the deep muddy mess. Lauren could hardly process what was happening to her. Her feet felt so slimy, her impossibly cute black socks with the bright pink toes and heels were now completely covered in mud and she felt it's wet heaviness as she wriggled her toes. Her smart trousers were covered in it all down the front, and as she laid there she could feel wet mud soaking through her shirt and bra. Her nipples were growing hard as they bathed in the cool sludge. As Lauren had jumped in the mud with such gusto, she had received a reasonable spraying to her face and she had large globules in her blonde hair. She couldn't believe how fantastically freeing it felt to have dived into really deep mud fully-clothed. She was especially pleased and excited that she'd taken her shoes off because having just her socks on in the mud felt really nice!
The man in charge of proceedings piped up. "Well Lauren, normally people make their way to the chair and we throw mud at them. You seem to have done the opposite and thrown yourself into the mud! I'm not sure we're going to have to do much to make you muddy are we? You seem to have it under control!" The crowd laughed and Lauren blushed slightly as she gently writhed in the mud, absolutely loving how it felt as it slurped and squelched all over her clothes. She slowly rolled over in it and sat up, crossing her legs. She looked like a child sat on the floor watching TV, except that she was in about ten inches of mud. Phil thought she looked impossibly sexy. He couldn't quite believe what he was seeing, in truth. Lauren replied. "Yes, I do seem to have started off quite strongly in my quest to get myself covered in mud! I think I'll sit here and let it cover me while I make a mud pie!" She grabbed large handfuls of the sloppy mud and heaped them up in a pie shape just in front of her crossed legs. All the time the crowd laughed at the sight of the pretty, well-dressed girl playing in the mud like a content child. When she had finished making her large mud pie, she struggled to her feet and immediately jumped into it, thrusting her socks into the middle of the large pile of oozing mud with a thick, splashy sound. She giggled loudly and said to the onlookers "I think my socks might need a wash after this!" Everyone roared with laughter while Lauren's cheeks flushed pink and she smiled coyly at nobody in particular. The mud was up to her knees and she was stirring it around with her feet as she stood in its squelchy grasp. She couldn't quite believe that she'd taken her shoes off and jumped into mud, but she thought it felt wonderful now she was in! She giggled as she wondered if her socks would ever recover from this.
The organiser piped up. "Lauren appears to have done a great job of getting muddy all by herself, does anyone have any creative ideas how we can help her to get even dirtier in the mud? With this, Phil jumped into action. He scooped up Lauren's spotless ballet pumps off the grass and darted around to the back of the mud bath where a lot of deep, sloppy mud had accumulated. Whilst the audience laughed along, he reached over the side and burrowed down into the mud with his hands before dropping Lauren's shoes into the hole and burying them in the mud!
Lauren looked at Phil in mock-disbelief. "Phil, I came into the mud in my socks to protect my shoes, now you've filled them with mud anyway! I might as well have kept them on!" Everybody laughed. Phil replied. "Well, feel free to put them on if you can find them!" Lauren thought a muddy game of hunt-the-shoes would entertain the crowd and enable her to wallow into the extra deep area where her shoes were buried.
Without hesitating, she launched herself into the huge heap of ooze right in the middle of the pit, close to where the shoes were. 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 Phil buried my shooooooes?!" 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 finding her fully-clothed mud bath very sexy indeed. "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. As the feelings of ecstasy subsided, Lauren rolled over onto her back and writhed and wriggled around in the mud, ensuring she was totally covered in it for the satisfaction of the crowd. She could hardly believe that she'd just experienced a massive orgasm in public and nobody had a clue.
When she felt able to, Lauren weakly stood up. Mud cascaded off her clothes, squelching in clumps around her deeply-stuck feet and legs. 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 solo sex, 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 lost in the mud forever!" before climbing out of the tank arena to rapturous applause. Phil came to her side, keen to apologise for his mean trick of burying her shoes. She reassured him that she hadn't minded. 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-smart 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 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 tip-toed 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, in her socks, to join the party, seemingly unconcerned about her lack of shoes.
When they joined the main group. Lauren was held up as a great sport for her mud bath. People commented on how she now had to spend the rest of the day in her socks. 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...