This is the first in a series of stories I wrote a while back. This story is a work of fiction. Some of the locations described in this series are real, but the rest is just a pleasant fantasy. I'll post more of the series from time to time. I hope you enjoy it.

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Ch. 1 Kindred Spirits, By Alan Bass
Copyright 2008 by Alan Bass. All Rights Reserved.

Just another sunny, hot, summer day in northern California a good day to find a way to cool off. I thought about going to the beach, but the water is a bit cold and the beach is so crowded in the summer. I could go play in a fountain somewhere, but I was craving something a little more privateand messy, I realized. Mud then, there was a nice spot by the bay Id been to several times before.

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It was hot today, especially here. It had been a bit cooler, as it usually is, near the coast where I live. I was sweating as I hiked from the parking area out to the edge of the bay where I knew there would be some nice, soft, cool mud to relax in. It is a near-perfect location. My destination was a tidal mud flat that is partly screened from the main trail by some bushes and trees along an old levee with a free running stream just a few yards away to clean up in afterwards - a great spot to get away from everything and have some fun playing in the mud.

I finally reach the bend in the trail that means I have arrived at my destination. When I reach the small, unmarked side trail (it looks like an animal track, and probably is) that leads out to the mud, I am surprised to find some clothes and a small backpack jeans, a T-shirt, and running shoes, which, by their size, probably belong to a woman.

I cautiously enter the path, not knowing who or what I might find. The cloths might just have been abandoned there, or I might find a couple making love behind the bushes, or a naked woman playing in then mud (if only I could be so lucky!) or it could even indicate foul play a robbery or rapeI really hoped that if I found anyone else here that they wouldnt be dead!

When I come to the end of the short side path, I was quite pleased to find that foul play was not involved. There was a young oriental woman, alone, playing in the mud. She had shoulder-length straight black hair, a pretty face, and a slim, attractive body. She was not naked, which was even better, from my perspective. She was wearing a denim skirt that came to just above her knees, a purple satin top, and heels. She was sitting in the mud with her feet out in front of her, her legs spread so she could scoop up mud from between them to rub on her body. She had obviously planned this outing and dressed in this outfit intending to get completely muddy in it!

She was quite absorbed in her mud play, rubbing mud over her skirt and top and she hadnt noticed me yet. I didnt want to scare her, and I thought it would be best if she knew she wasnt alone. I intentionally made some noise with the bushes as I came out into full view. Startled by the noise, she looked up.

Hows the mud today? I ask.

From the expression on her face, I can tell that shes a bit scared, and quite embarrassed (based on the bright red color of her face) at being discovered in her present muddy state. Even though she is not naked, she brings her hands up in front of her breasts as if to hide herself from my view. She says nothing, probably too surprised at being found to say anything.

Relax, please. I didnt expect anyone to be here either.

She relaxed a little bit, but was still very much on her guard. I moved sideways a bit, so that I was not right in front of the path. I really didnt know how frightened she might be, and I thought it best if I was not blocking the obvious route of escape (not that she needed one, but she didnt know that).

Look, we both came out here for the same reason. I saw your bag and your other clothes on the side of the trail when I came in, I said as I set down my bag and opened it. She tensed up a bit when I reached inside. Look, I said, pulling out my spare T-shirt and shorts, I brought a change of clothes too, and a plastic bag for my wet, muddy clothes, even a spare pair of shoes. I came here to play in the mud, just like you did.

On seeing the contents of my backpack, she visibly relaxed. While still wary, understandably, since I was a complete stranger and the two of us were quite alone out here, she slowly lowered her hands.

Uhyouuhreally came here to play in the mud? she asked.

Yes. Ill leave if you want me to, you were here first, after all, but it would be a bummer to have walked all the way out here for nothing. Would it be alright with you if I went over there a little ways and go in the mud?

Um, well, I guess

She was obviously still a bit uncomfortable.

Look, Ill do my best to give you some privacy, face the other way, or Ill leave. I dont want to make you uncomfortable playing in the mud should be fun, at least I assume thats why youre here, to have fun playing in the mud. It looked like you were having fun when I came out of the path and saw you there.

Well, OK. You keep to yourself, OK?

No problem.

I picked up my stuff and walked several feet away along the edge of the bushes. I sat down and changed into the shoes Id brought to wear into the mud and then waded out. I glanced over at the girl as I was walking out. She was watching me, but she was also rubbing another hand full of mud over herself. Good. She was relaxing a bit more. Hopefully I hadnt spoiled it for her.

When the mud was up to my knees, I stopped going in deeper and began to stomp my legs up and down in place to soften the mud.

Why are you doing that? she asked after a few moments.

It softens the mud and makes a deeper, larger area to play in.

Oh. Ill remember that next time.

My name is Alan, by the way. Have you done this very often before?

Only a few times. Im Ann.

As we were talking, I could see that Ann was relaxing more, getting used to my being there, deciding that I really had come there to play in the mud, and deciding that maybe I really wasnt a threat. She had gone back to covering herself with mud with much more enthusiasm than a few moments ago, although she was not yet lost in her own private world as she was when I first saw her. Id churned up the mud enough, so I turned away (as Id said I would), sat down, and started to get muddy myself.

I spread handfuls of mud over my jeans and t-shirt. It feels wonderful, as always. It is a bit strange, though, to know that theres an attractive woman just a few feet away doing exactly the same thing. Ive never actually played in the mud at the same time as someone else without playing with them. I sneak a few peeks at Ann as I play, she is now pretty much totally covered, except for her face and back much the same as I am. I catch her looking at me once, too.

After a while, Ann asks How long have you been playing in the mud?

A long time. Since I was a teenager.

Why do you come out here to play in the mud, she asked.

Because the mud is great here, its pretty private people passing by on the main trail have no idea anyone is here - and the stream makes it easy to clean up afterwards.

No, I guess I meant why do you play in the mud?

Well, for me, its a turn on. Soft gooey mud is very sensual It feels good. Why do you play in the mud?

Basically the same reason, I guess. I find the mud stimulating, both in terms of the way it feels and, I think, because it seems so naughty to come out here and deliberately get my clothes, face, and hair all messed up. Its like Im being a really bad girl, and I guess Im turned on by that.

If you dont mind my asking, have you ever masturbated in the mud?

Thats a rather forward question, she said, I dont even know you. But yes, I have. Since youve brought it up, do you?

Usually, when Im in the mud by myself anyway.

Youve played in the mud with others before?

Yes. Ive had a couple of lovers who liked mud too.

Did you make love with them in the mud?

Sometimes. You have to be a bit careful, though. If the mud is gritty at all, or has organic matter in it thats not decomposed enough, it hurts. Its got to be smooth clay, and preferably relatively clean. Thats not always the easiest combination to find on the west coast.

Ann was obviously curious about my experiences in the mud. She was new to mud play, and obviously wanted to know more and, sooner or later, experience more. Shed obviously decided that I wasnt a threat, for which I was glad.

How did you first discover that you enjoyed playing in the mud.

I dont really know how it started for sure, but I found that I was turned on by getting wet in my clothes. I probably figured that getting muddy was kind of like getting wet, or maybe I got muddy one time when I was getting wet. I do know that I found that the soft, smooth mud was even more of a turn on. I loved slipping and sliding in the mud, the way it weighed my clothes down, and the way it felt on my bare skin. If the mud was smooth enough, Id often masturbate with a handful of mud after getting turned on my rolling around and getting thoroughly filthy.

What about you? Why did you start playing in the mud?

I was at a concert, lawn seats, and it was raining. We were all soaked, which was kind of sexy. Most everyones clothes were getting a bit more revealing, some were almost transparent. Anyway, I had to use the restroom and there were some people playing in the mud on the hill by the path down to the restrooms. It looked like fun, sliding in the mud. On my way back from the rest room, I ran into my friend Cindy at the bottom of the slide. She had been going to get some water, but decided to play in the mud instead. It did look like fun, so I decided, what the hell. I went up to the top and slid down. It was great fun! Then a couple of couples started wrestling at the bottom of the slide, a couple of their friends decided to pile on, and then everyone, including Cindy and I, were part of one big muddy pile-up of bodies. It felt really great squirming around in a pile of muddy bodies and I found that I was getting really turned on by it. The pile soon broke up, but I spent most of the rest of the concert playing in the mud sliding down the hill, wrestling with anyone who tried to grab or hug me, it was a blast! I was covered in mud from head to foot, and horny as hell. Cindy and I had to bum a ride home from a guy she used to work with who shed run into in the mud pit because our friends wouldnt let us in their car in our muddy condition.

Playing in the mud was such a turn on, though, I knew I had to try it again. I asked Cindy if she wanted to go out and find some more mud to play in, but she said that while it was fun at the concert, it was fun because it was spontaneous, unplanned. She said that we were really too old to play in the mud, so I went out by myself to find some mud to play in. I found that I was still turned on, even with no one around. Alone, I was free to enjoy the feel of the mud in ways I hadnt been at the concert. After that second experience, I guess I was sort of hooked.

That sounds like a wonderful first experience. Ive heard about the mudplay that happens sometimes at concerts, and seen some pictures here and there (who hasnt?), but Ive never been lucky enough to actually be at one. Im jealous!

As I am talking, Ann stands up and starts to slog through the mud over to where I am. It looks like this may not be an entirely solo day for me!

Would you mind if I rubbed some mud on your back? she asks.

Not at all, please do!

I turn around so that my back is facing Ann. She squats down and begins to give my back a thorough coating. When she is done, she asks me to rub some mud on her back.

I give Anns back a thorough coating of mud. I can tell that shes not wearing a bra there are no straps on her back. When she is well covered, she says Thanks, and turns to face me. She opens her arms. Want a hug? she asks, and we embrace. Her warm, muddy body feels good against mine. She rubs her hands all over my back and I rub mine all over hers. Her breath in my ear gets shorter and rougher and she begins to squirm in my arms, alternately rubbing her breasts against my chest and grinding her crotch into my hard-on. Finally, reluctantly, she breaks away.

Thanks, she mumbles breathlessly.

I scoop up some mud and reach for her, but she reaches out and stops my hand.

Theres something I want to do first, she says. This is the first time Ive worn a short skirt in the mud, and Id like to see what it feels like for the mud to rise up my bare thighs and into my crotch. Then maybe we can play some more together.

Ann stands up, spreads her legs slightly apart, and slowly squats down. As the mud creeps up her thighs, her expression becomes distant and exquisite. She is clearly enjoying the sensations of the mud coming up to embrace her most private parts. When her hips reach the level of the mud, she begins to grind against the mud pushing up into her pussy. She reaches under her skirt, lifts it up, and begins to massage the mud into her pussy. As she gets more excited, her masturbation becomes harder and faster, then she abruptly stops with a gasp, looks directly at me, and pulls her hand away.

I dont mind if you dont mind me watching, and maybe masturbating a bit myself.

Ann looks at me a moment more, then shrugs, and puts her hand under her skirt again. I unfasten my pants and heap some mud over my rock hard member. Soon we are both masturbating freely. We both look up at the same moment and look into each others eyes. We both see the excitement and lust in each others eyes.

Without a word, Ann gets up and moves over, straddles my legs, and slowly sinks down to grind her muddy crotch and panties against my rock-hard penis, still trapped in my underwear. After a couple of minutes, which brings both of us near the brink, Ann slides back onto my legs. She continues to grind slowly against my leg while she picks up a handful of mud, pulls down my underwear, and starts to cover my totally erect member with mud. I reach over and begin to carress her pussy. At first, I rub her through her underwear, then I pull her underwear down and begin to rub her directly. The stimulation is almost too much for both of us.

Fuck me! Fuck me now! she yells in a horse voice.

Damn.

Ill happily keep up what Im doing now until you come, but I wont fuck you without a condom, I say. AIDS is just too scary, and I wouldnt want to get you pregnant either. I know thats a buzz kill, sorry, but thats how it needs to be.

I can see the disappointment in her face and she stops her ministrations with her hand for a moment, but then she starts again.

Youre right. It is a buzz kill, but you are right not to fuck me without protection. This may sound strange, especially since I just asked you, a total stranger, to fuck me, but thank you. Now get busy you promised me an orgasm, buddy, and I expect you to deliver.

I needed no further encouragement. I get back to work with renewed vigor and we both cum quickly and almost simultaneously.

Wow, Ann says after a moment to catch her breath. Well, Ive certainly never done anything like that before. Sex in the mud. Sex with a total stranger. Sex with a total stranger in the mud. Wow. Thanks, that was new and wonderful.

Youre quite welcome, and thank you. I never expected anything like this was going to happen today. When I first saw you there in the mud, I thought we might be able to watch each other get muddy, and maybe slather some mud on each other, but that was the most Id hoped for. You surprised me pleasantly when you came over and sat on my lap. That was quite unexpected, and wonderful.

Well, I guess its time to clean up. The suns starting to get low and its going to get a bit chilly out here when the breeze picks up.

Ann reaches over and we share one more slimy, muddy hug then stand up together and make our way back to solid ground. We emerge from the bushes onto the main path and walk hand in hand the short distance up the path to the stream. When we get in the stream, we splash each other and take turns cleaning mud off our backs and out of our hair. When Ive got the mud out of Anns hair, I turn her around and hug her. She returns the hug and kisses me.

Thanks for a wonderful afternoon, she says when we break the kiss. When I first saw you, I was a little scared, but you turned out to be pretty OK.

Hey, thanks for giving me the chance. I think we both had a lot more fun because of it.

You can say that again!

I think

Shut up and kiss me again, fool.

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We finish cleaning up in the stream and walk back to the edge of the mudpit where are clean clothes are laying. We were both tempted to jump right back into the mud, but we knew it was getting late and we had to go. Ann insisted we turn our backs on each other while we changed, but I did get a quick glimpse of her mostly naked body when she borrowed my towel. I think she meant to give me a peak.

As we hiked back to the parking lot, we walked either hand in hand or with our arms around each others waists. Once we stopped for another kiss. It just felt right. We talked some more about our experiences in the mud, and about how neither of us really wanted our time together in the mud to be over this afternoon. I thought about asking her to come home with me, but decided that might be pushing things too far too fast, especially since my home in Santa Cruz was an hours drive away.

When we got back to our cars, we exchanged phone numbers, agreeing that we should get together to play in the mud again some time. As I drove away, I saw Ann standing in the open door of her car, watching me until I disappeared from sight.