Here's another memory of some of the fun we had when we were together. It's a long story encompassing an entire weekend, but it was a heck of a couple days!
North of Brattleboro VT is a place known as "Rock River". Not sure if that's a real or made-up name because of all the rocks there, but it's where the West River joins another under the Rt 30 bridge. Aside from it being kind of a redneck riviera during the summer time, it's always been kind of a hook-up area for straights, gays, and pretty much anyone, to do anything. It's one of those spots where, unless you're getting into it in full public view, or doing something obviously illegal - it's okay and pretty non-judgemental.
We stayed away at first, except in bathing suits on really hot days, but curiosity got the best of us and we started to explore the various hiking trails and rock outcroppings next to the water. After a few trips, and walking into some "Oh, excuse us!" situations, her exhibitionist streak took over. On warmer days, we'd dress in jeans, sneakers and something like a rugby shirt or she'd wear a denim shirt tied at the waist, and that would be our swim attire. Nobody really noticed because there were a lot of people swimming there in whatever they had - shorts, t-shirts, jeans, athletic wear, etc., so we didn't stick out. But it progressed from there as we got a little bolder. The next move was rainy days, jeans and cotton turtlenecks with rain jackets - slowly wet the sneakers and jeans, or pretend we were fording the stream for a reason. Then it was t-necks under a shirt hiking in the rain or misty showers. As summer days got shorter, and it cooled off early, it was turtleneck sweaters under some kind of over-shirt or a denim jacket. Funny that Vermont is one of those places that if it's very hot, you can walk around naked, or almost naked and no one says a thing, and 4 hrs later turtlenecks and sweaters are completely appropriate. For downtown wear or swimming. I should add - and we did both in the same outfits on dozens of occasions, and here at least, in full public view. Even as I write this a number of years later, I can recall in some detail the numerous times we watched others take to the water fully clothed for one reason or another, including a couple times when we were joined by other couples that obviously liked to get wet.
On one particular evening we had kind of planned on a swim on the way home from Brattleboro. It was a week or two after Labor Day and what started out as a very hot day changed around noon when a storm front blew in along with the rain. With our plans changed for the day, we decided to hit town and the antique shops and grab some groceries. Now damp and cool out, we dressed for getting wet in jeans and ribbed turtleneck sweaters with light shirts over them - discreet, appropriate, and in our case with a purpose. A couple of hours downtown, in and out of the shops and the rain showers, we were damp, but not drenched. We grabbed some beer and food and headed north as the storm was breaking and the late day sun was coming out. I had proposed we take a swim in the river just outside of town and she wasn't really interested, preferring to get home first, have a few, and then go. "Whatever" I thought. As we came up the straight road approaching the bridge we noticed a few cars parked. I suggested a swim and she told me that there were probably families there and we didn't need to shock them tonight. But as we crossed the bridge she noticed a fire on the beach and told me to turn around and go back. We parked, grabbed some beer and headed down, only to find a half dozen people chilling out with drinks and a fire. Most of us more or less recognized each other and we joined the group, chatting about different things and bemoaning the end of summer.
Within the hour, someone mentioned that the water would be too cold to swim in before long, then it became the main topic of conversation. Minutes later one of the women - Darlene who was there with her boyfriend Tom, walked up to the edge, bent down, put her hand in it, and said it was still nice and warm. As she walked back towards us, Suzy mentioned something about us going for a swim before we left for the week, and everybody else pretty much agreed that it might be the last time (they didn't know that we'd gone in winter clothes before!) Darlene said "I want to go now" followed by a "Me too" from another girl, Gina, who was there with her "partner" Melissa. Melissa said "No bathing suits" followed by a few "Who cares". Darlene grabbed Toms' hand and said "Let's go" and they walked to the water as Tom took off his hoodie and t-shirt and dropped them on the rocks. In they went in jeans and sneakers, and Darlene in a sweatshirt. As Suzy looked at me, we both started emptying our pockets, which wasn't lost on Gina - in tight jeans and a purple turtleneck under a rain jacket. The rain jacket hit the ground about the time we took our first steps, and in a minute we were up to our armpits in the cool water. Gina looked at us and at one point said "You guys have ALL your clothes on" with Suzy grinning and responding - "We like it that way" as we all chuckled. As we waded and bobbed over to Tom and Darlene, Melissa eyed us from shore, talking to another couple there. Within a minute, we noticed her pulling her hair up into a ponytail and the others were emptying their pockets. Just as we did, there was very little shedding of clothes as the three of them walked out into the river to join us. Melissa was in cargo pants with a sweatshirt over a turtleneck, the other girl had a rugby shirt and jeans and her boyfriend was in jeans and a logo sweatshirt. We all swam around, bobbed around, got out and warmed up by the driftwood fire, and went back in a second time until it got dark.
Out of the river finally, we all only lasted long enough for a beer or 2 by the fire until the night chill set in and we headed to our cars. Very little was even mentioned about our fully-clothed swim, maybe a few sarcastic comments, a few laughs, and a bunch of "Goodnights".
Suzy made a few comments on the way home about "Not shocking that crew" in reference to some of our other swimming adventures there, and at some point said "I can't wait until tomorrow". About the third time she mentioned "Tomorrow" I looked at her and asked "What about it?"
"Didn't you hear us?" she responded. "We're going tubing with the girls in the morning". "Oh?" I replied, "What's up with that?" As she explained to me that apparently everyone involved that night either liked swimming in their clothes, or thought it would be cool to do it again as a last hurrah to summer, I realized that the plan was already in place. "That Gina chick told me that she loves getting wet in tight clothes and layers like I do, but her partner Melissa isn't really that into it, but she likes Gina wet so they're coming." At that point I knew that even the smallest details had been worked out, so I was in.
The next morning, Suzy was up and digging through clothes before I even finished my coffee. "It's going to be cool today so we better be careful" she said. "Same drill as when we went whitewater rafting". As I looked on the bed she had laid out our underarmour compression gear, jeans, cotton turtlenecks and thick ribbed turtleneck sweaters. "I wish we had the wool sweaters" she said as I looked the pile of clothes over. "We'll make do" I answered as we grinned at each other. "Game on" I quietly thought to myself.
10 a.m. and a Toyota pickup with a bed full of truck tire inner tubes pulled into the driveway - out came Melissa and Gina looking like they were going skiing. "We got the tubes, any beer?" was the first thing out of Melissas' mouth. Unable to resist, I said to her "I thought you didn't like this wetlook stuff?" She turned to me with a sarcastic look and tone to her voice and said "That's why I don't like men - you ask too many questions, give me a fucking beer!"
We popped open the first ones of the day as Suzy and I finished dressing. "Grab a shell or a jacket" Melissa told us, "We don't need any hypothermia cases today." As I checked out the two women, Suzy grabbed a couple light LL Bean jackets. They went on, and off almost as quickly, because it was fairly warm. I asked the other two "Aren't you hot?" as my mind calculated their attire: "Jeans, turtlenecks, turtleneck sweaters, fleece jackets...." and Melissa piped in "We put on Underarmour too, I'm sweating my ass off so let's go!" At 60 degrees out, I could feel her pain!
A quick drive to a spot where we could park and Tom and Darlene were waiting for us. They told us that the other couple from the night before weren't coming because they had a family cooklout that day. "Their loss!" said Melissa as Tom kind of grimaced at me as I walked over to him. He quietly asked me if I was "Really into this". I told him that we kind of developed "Our thing" over time, and "Ya, it's weird, but we have fun." He said "Darlene really is,I can't keep her dry, so I guess I am too". He walked over to the open trunk of his car and pulled out some folded clothes, and in a minute was dressed in jeans, a cotton turtleneck, a fishermans sweater and an underarmor hoodie. "Let's go!" he said to Darlene as she put her cell phone away and got out of the car. She was in a pair of faded bell bottom jeans and a thin ribbed turtleneck with a knit hat. As she locked up the car, she took a thick white turtleneck sweater from the back seat and put it on, adjusting it over her ample cleavage. She was an image right out of the 70's dressed like that! "Ready" she said, as we grabbed tubes and coolers and headed for the river. We waded in until it was deep enough to float the tubes and plopped down into them. "Kinda cool" was the general comment, as we let the current take us slowly downstream.
For most of an hour, we meandered down the river enjoying the scenery, sipping beer, making small talk, and cracking jokes. Just after noon, we passed an area with a rope swing and a few 20 somethings enjoying the river, not a single one in a traditional bathing suit. A few greetings, comments, and more than one "Cool" about our fully clothed trip and we floated on. The few other people we passed along the river gave us no more than passing glances, I assume because being in the water with your clothes on wasn't that big of a deal there.
We were still mostly dry when we hit the shallows where there was some ledges and a sandbar, so we had to walk through carrying our stuff. And that's where the fun started!
We went from ankle deep, to knee deep in a dozen yards as the river flattened out, another dozen yards and the water was thigh deep. I plopped into my tube, but Melissa and Gina kept trudging on. Tom and Darlene were behind us, and Suzy looked like she was getting into her tube, or at least thinking about it, but kept sloshing downstream. Thigh deep now, we rounded a bend to a place where a large outcropping protruded into the river. The two girls in the lead were still outside their tubes as they moved to the left of the rock and trudged on. As I watched them, and the water come to their waists, I realized that with the narrowing of the river the water was getting deeper. As they moved further downstream, the ripples told me the current was increasing as well, and their laughter increased with the depth of the water. Over their waists now, the next thing I heard was "Swim time! from Melissa as they both leaned forward and hung on to their tubes. As the current grabbed them both and pulled them through, past the rocks, Suzy looked at me and said "Ready?" and in a few more steps as we felt the pull of the water we rolled into it and followed our tubes downstream, with Tom and Darlene following not far behind. In minutes, we all floated into an eddy covered with floating leaves and debris where we decided to take a break on the rocks in the sun. Climbing out, clothes soaked and sagging, we grabbed a spot to sit and drip off while we drank a couple beers and enjoyed the autumn sun. "Pretty lucky we've been out of the wind all day" Said Tom and we agreed, mostly discussing the weather, temperature, water and mourning the impending season change. As we finished our beers, someone mentioned food, and Darlene told us that she had filled a cooler and left it in her car by the bridge where we planned to get out. "Good thinking, and we're pretty close now" I said. "Yup, let's get going" said Gina, but I gotta pee first. At that point Suzy and Darlene decided that now would be a good time, and as the three headed to the woods Melissa said "Really?, you can't just go in the river?" and the girls responded that while they thought of it, it would be nice to just find a spot. "To each their own" Melissa replied.
As the girls returned, they each grabbed their tubes and moved closer to where the riverbank and the ledge came together, gently sloping into the water, deciding to step into them without getting fully submersed. "Good idea" I said, "We can get soaked again at the end if we want to, but I don't need a swim right now." as we watched Gina take the first few steps down the sloping rocks and step into the water dropping her tube alongside her and pushing it further out. "Shallow here, and warm" she said as she moved forward, calf deep in the still water, as Melissa stepped in followed by Suzy and the rest of us. The next thing we heard was "Fuck! MUD!" as Gina was suddenly up to her waist in the water. We froze as a dirty cloud of water encircled her as she grabbed for her float tube. "I thought I was on the rock as I was getting in and all of a sudden I hit a soft spot and sank over my knees" she said. "This isn't shallow, it's all fucking mud with a little water on top of it!" "You ok?" we asked in unison. "I'll manage" was her reply as she pulled up one foot and then the other leaving more dirty clouds in the water. "Actually, it's not as bad as I thought, I can move around" was the next thing we heard from her. As we watched, she started to bounce up and down like a little kid in a puddle, laughing and pushing the dirty water away from her with her hands. "I'm getting in my tube" said Melissa, as she took a few more steps into the water and suddenly sank to her waist. "Shit, too far!" she said as Gina laughed and said "Come on in!" and reached into the water grabbing a handful of what was basically river silt and hurling it at Melissa, mostly missing, yet still catching her with a few splatters. Melissa didn't even wince as she waded in, and after a smirk and a glance, Suzy followed them with me in tow. By the time we got to our waists in the now dirty water, every step was a new sinking experience, and Gina was in her glory, bouncing around in the underlying mud. "I don't know about this" Tom said, still ankle deep on the solid ledge. Apparently Darlene had made her decision because she didn't follow the same path as the rest of us, she just stepped to her right and jumped off the rocks, landing in the mud near Gina. While Tom stood there, all of the girls jumped and bounced up and down in the river mud as I kind of walked along with Suzy as we all headed more or less down stream, until eventually, Tom came in and rejoined Darlene, now quite a distance from where we originally started.
Our float trip had now turned into a muddy adventure with all of us trying to find a way through to the stream, sometimes making it there and rinsing some off, only to return to the group and back into the muddy water. The women were in a world of their own, like little kids, they bobbed and bounced downstream through the ooze, sometimes heading for the river bank, sometimes into the clean water. As we came to a narrowing at a bend, there was a small island, really no more than a strip of rocks and trees. To the left the stream rippled with an obvious current, but to the right, still water sat in a pool with a few ferns jutting from what was obviously mud, deposited from the river during high water.
At this point, only our sneakers, and to some point, our jeans, had suffered the brunt of the river mud and we were wet, but relatively clean. But as we neared the tiny island, rather than move left into the stream and resume floating to our end point, Melissa literally marched up on shore, dropped her tube without missing a step, and headed into the muddy pool, followed closely by Gina, moving with a purpose behind her partner. As Melissa turned and said "This is what I was waiting for" I heard Darlene tell Tom that she was going in too. Not a word between Suzy and I as we emerged from the water and she dropped her tube and stood next to me watching the other women. Within seconds Melissa was up to her waist and Gina was right behind her. This wasn't the silty, watery, debris filled silt of the eddy, this was real, thick, creamy mud and the first two in were stirring it up to make it even creamier. Darlene walked slowly past us taking off her jacket and adjusting her bell bottom jeans around her waist, under the now sagging and soaking wet sweater. "Maybe I ought to ditch the white sweater" she said, either to us or herself, we didn't know, as she stepped to the edge of the mud. As Tom joined her she looked and smiled at him and said something to the effect of "Looks like Woodstock" and stepped into the ooze. She quickly made her way to the other two, who were now more or less waist deep in the pool of pudding-like mud they had created. As the mud covered her knees and crept up her thighs, she joined them in making the circle bigger until, a minute later, she stopped jumping and stomping and just sat down in it. As the mud crept up to her armpits, she closed her eyes and a big smile came across her face. Sticking her arms out to her side she lust laid back and the mud slowly engulfed her right up to her chin, taking her hair and her knit hat with it. Tom slowly made his way to her and sat down, burying himself to his armpits as well. While the two women continued to stomp in the mud and kneel and jump, each time covering themselves more and more, Suzy and I stood and watched. "Ready?" she asked, "Let's go" I replied as I grabbed her hand and stepped off. We sort of ran/hopped/jumped our way along as the mud got deeper until we joined the rest of our group. We stomped around for a few minutes with the girls to loosen up even more mud and then we stopped. Thigh deep, Suzy turned and looked at me and picked up a handful of mud, opened my jacket and smeared it on my chest. As she went for the second one, I returned the favor, wrapped an arm around her, and lay down in the mud, pulling her down with me. She positioned herself on top of me with her back to my chest as I wrapped both arms around her chest, and we sat back and sank to our necks. The two girls sat down shortly afterwards, side by side, sinking to their necks as well. As we talked and joked about what we were doing, I felt Suzy begin to rub her butt on my crotch, and almost immediately became hard. As she felt my stiffness, she worked her rear end back and forth, moving her arms in the mud so as not to reveal what was really going on. I slipped a hand between her thighs and joined the motion. As she moved a bit faster, she mumbled under her breath that we weren't the only ones doing this. Darlene had turned to face Tom and straddled him, and what they were doing was fairly obvious, and the looks and movements of the other two women, although up to their necks, left no doubt as to what was going on, if one had not already figured it out by the almost non present conversation.
Darlene was rocking back and forth on Tom, and he was now smearing mud on the chest of her sweater, occasionally running his dirty hands up and over her face, while the two women were kissing and fondling each other. Suzy turned her head back a bit and whispered for me to make her cum, and mentioned that what Darlene was getting was "Hot". As we rocked back and forth I began to smear mud on her chest, and up over the neck of her sweater on to her chin with one hand while continuing to rub her crotch with the other. Her breathing became more rapid as I felt the crotch of her jeans become warm in the dampness. The more I rubbed, the more she gyrated until she stopped and gave a suppressed moan and let out a deep breath, whispering "You're next" as she began to hump my now swollen budge so hard that the surrounding mud was splashing up on her. She paused for a few seconds and I thought I felt some warmth on my crotch, and she began again, repeating the pauses once or twice more until I was sure I felt the warm wetness. The next time she paused, she rolled over to face me, said "Ready?" and I nodded, and she began to hump me through our jeans like an animal. She pinned my shoulders back with both hands, forcing my head into the mud and smiled at me then kissed me hard. As her tongue met mine, I felt the warmth of her flood the crotch of my jeans and I came almost immediately, no doubt filling my shorts and underarmour with as much as I had to offer.
We laid back in the mud, and when the others had finished and relaxed, and conversation resumed, we almost immediately went back to the river, nothing said about sexual encounters in full view of each other.
Instead of tubing down, at first we all just waded in, trying to remove as much mud as we could. A few spots were deep enough to actually swim, and that we did, shaking clothes and letting the current carry the dirt away. Eventually, we remounted our tubes and floated the remaining half mile to the bridge and our vehicle.
Darlene and Tom grabbed the cooler and brought it down while we dripped off, hanging jackets and sweaters in the sun to try and dry them. A couple sandwiches and beers, a quick nap in the sun and the approaching dusk forced us to think about what was next.
We were mostly dry by now, and we dressed back in what we had, Darlene bemoaning the fact that she'd probably have to bleach out the white sweaters because they were now grey from the mud. Suzy offered up the helpful tip of dyeing them black, which is what she did with pretty much anything that we soiled from our wetlook or sploshing adventures.
Once dressed, Gina suggested a "Final, final" - one last swim, only to be immediately shot down by Melissa saying "I doubt Darlene wants the inside of her car soaking wet and I'm not riding home naked." After a chuckle, we headed to the car and decided we'd take a "Final final" by the bridge near our house - where we had not only our own vehicles, but dry clothes to change into.
We made it to my house, but not back to the river again that night because of what we found on the way home. That story will be in the next chapter "Crashing the Party"