Of course, she knew the perfect place to share a kinky mudfight:
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On past the reservoir theres a holding pool about 20 metres into the woods, and it was pretty silted up the last time I went up there.

Which was? I asked.

When I was about 19. We sometimes drove up there to get high, no one was ever around. You would need a truck to get up the access road now though. She grinned.

We threw some towels into the back of her truck and added a couple of large water bottles. We flirt and touch as we pack up our stuff, but I feel nervous lightness in my stomach at the thought of what we were going to do. What she wanted so much to try.

Nancy, I say, We could fix up the plastic sheets and do the thing with the chocolate again, I bought better tape -.

Honey, chocolate is vanilla. she quipped brightly. The truck door slammed.

***

We couldnt get the truck all the way up to the pool. We struggled on foot through dense second growth before the branches opened onto sunlight. Nancy shrugged off her bag and announced that she was getting changed. When I saw the skirt I started laughing. It was a short fluff of cotton, confectionary pink.

How do you even own a skirt like that? I only see you out of your jeans when youre naked.

In reply she arched her eyebrow, twinkling, and starts to strip from the waist down. The hair between her legs was soft and reddish in the sunlight. Its so exciting to see her naked her among the trees, surrounded by lushness and the green smell of growing things. She pads through the wet grass with bare legs, sliding the skirt up over her hips. I follow, aware of the slick tugging between my legs as my wetness soaks white cotton. I find her footprints growing deeper as the ground gets wetter and I approach the boggy edge of the pool. Between tall stands of green reeds Nancy stands sunk to the ankles in a bar of drying silt before the calm, open water. I slip out of my flip flops and go in after her. Im still a few strides from her, dipping my own bare feet in the sticky silt, when she gives a theatrical little gasp and starts losing her balance, spreading her legs.

She stands up to her knees in the mud, naked under her silly skirt, her bare cunt vulnerable but teasing. She meets my eye and smiles back at me, wickedly. I take a step closer and reach to steady her, but she shifts her weight and sinks to her knees, clumsy and coy and sexy as hell with small splashes of mud on her white thighs. When she lifts her skirt as if to keep it from the mess, I can actually see the shiny wetness on her spread thighs. One more step closer and she fixes me with that filthy, sexy smile and flings a handful of mud at me, catching me totally off guard. I an instant I realise Im stuck to the knees and shes on her feet and laughing, splashing my t-shirt with splatter after splatter of liquid silt. And I fall over splash on my ass.

Nancy stops, panting, taking in the sight of me sitting in the mud. She wipes her filthy hands heedlessly down her skirt. I lie there splashed and shuddering, my legs, bare below my denim cut-offs, slicked all down the back with brown. A mess, true, but Im sure she knew that we were going to get more than a little messy today. She drops to her knees in front of me and we kiss slowly and lovingly.

I want to get you absolutely filthy she whispers into my hair like an endearment.

I feel a dizzy twist of arousal and pull her close to me. As she pushes me backwards our bare legs twist smoothly together, slick with mud up to the knee then clean and warm above. My lover leans back from me and starts to cover me with handfuls of thick cool mud. She holds my gaze, complicit and excited. The place where we are playing, on the near edge of the silt bar, is quickly churning up into a perfect, buttery beach of slick, deep mud. I longed to see Nancy sit in it with her hot naked skin.

Fill my top she asks, and I sit up holding her astride me, legs around my waist. I lick her playful tongue as I comply, scooping dripping handfuls of mud onto her small firm breasts and inside her white tank. She moans in my ear, and her hips sway with helpless lust as my gentle fingers slide and slither over and around her braless breasts and under her clothes. I alternate the unbearable gasping pleasure of slicking my muddy finger tips over her wet nipples with long strokes from her throat to the tight waistband of the splattered skirt. I pause only to sink my hands into the slimy mud and clutch fresh palmfulls to smear her with, revelling in her gasping, laughing cries of pleasure. I sit up slightly, leaning her backwards towards the mess weve made, my arms around the small of her back. Inside her top, mud oozes between us and clings to the sticky, drying mud on my low cut t-shirt. I look down to where our breasts yearn at each other through sopping cloth and beyond, to where her gathered up skirt reveals her wet, swollen lips.#

I want to watch you sit in it, I whisper breathlessly.

She kisses me through the surge of desire and then finds her feet; straddling my hips and leaving my lips level with her cunt. As she unsticks her feet and steps back I manage one long lick to the clean wetness of her upper inner thigh and she catches my eye again as she stoops and coats her hands with mud. She lifts her skirt and strokes the soft skin between her bellybutton and her crotch with thick silt. This makes a slippery noise that seems to hit me right between my own wet lips and makes me long to be naked with her, sliding all over each other. She loosens her waistband and I watch slow rivers of clinging brown mud leak from her tucked tank and flow over her hips and ass.

She sits down with her legs spread and drops the final few inches to land with a generous sticky splash. She shuts he eyes with pleasure and I rush to touch her, to stroke her, to strip her. Holding my hand tenderly, she starts to rise to her feet, but slops down into the mud again, repeating the sensation and bucking her hips into the deeper, more liquid mud that met her second plunge. I help her up for a third splash down. Her skirt remains quite clean on the outside, put underneath she is absolutely plastered with clinging, greasy silt. Again. Again.

You have to feel how good this is. She gasps and together we unfasten and tug off my shorts. My tight cotton underwear is pristine except for some cheeky smears on the legs of the shorts and around my waistband. Im still wearing my t shirt and bra, so Nancy has a lot of clean skin underneath to play with. The mud is so thick and gloopy Im hardly even wet under my filthy clothes.

Lie down on your back. She says.

I do, but first I turn my back to her and make sure shes watching the cotton covered curve of my ass sink into the mud for the first time without my shorts. I lie back as elegantly as I can, drinking in the feral look in her eyes as she gazes down into my upside down face. I lay my head in the soft mud between her knees.

Fuck it. Lose the shirt

I have to sit up again to do this which causes a slick meeting of the crotch of my panties with the thick, sucking mud. Its wonderful. I slip my shirt over my head, ducking my chin but letting the muddy shirt slide over my hair and down my wet, sticky back. I feel so naughty lounging down in the warm mud where weve been teasing each other. Im ready for things to get much dirtier.

Nancy obliges, bending to scoop up the warmest, wettest mud from our sticky little beach and splatter it over my white skin. She knelt and covered me with mud, splashing, then stroking as my breathing grew ragged and I spread my legs for her. She met my eyes and ran her hand slowly down the length of my body, stroking together a handful of gloopy mud. She squished it suddenly between her fingers, splattering both my upturned face and the white cotton covering my soaking cunt. She let me grab her by both hands and pull her down to roll around in the mud with me and we gave ourselves up to the experience, kissing and stroking each other franticly. She holds me with my arms pinned as she slicks her hands inside my bra to rub smooth warm mud over my nipples. I moan and submit, my eyes begging her in mute appeal until she strokes a long, greasy stroke into my panties to play in the warm wetness inside.

The scene is pagan as we slide off our remaining clothes and settle our hot skin together in the sticky mud. We lather each other, rolling in the increasingly wet and sloppy mud bath were making. I raise my breasts off hers with a sucking sound and we both arch our backs with the irresistible urge to blend the wetness between our legs. To slide together through the thick mud. The pleasure is bottomless, effortless, everywhere. I slide my leg between hers, anticipating the wet sounds that accompany her gasp of pleasure. Our muddy breasts glide in a slippery dance and we kiss in synchrony with the blissful contact between my skin and her clit, her skin and mine. Every sensation is magnified a thousand times as we make love to each other with our whole bodies, covered in mud and kissing and writhing tight against each other, loving playfully and slow. Her tender fingers on my nipples start me falling, tipping achingly slowly into deep smooth blissful spasms. My coming tips her dangerously close to the edge and I catch her with a teasing touch to her slick muddy clit. Im still coming when I feel her start, her wet button shuddering against my fingertip.

The water in the pool is clear, but heart-stoppingly cold. Nancy swims away from me with bold strokes, leaving a plume of milky water. I dip my head into pounding coldness and rinse my hair and my neck. Then her arms wrap round my shoulders and we sink low in the water as I twist into a kiss. Where our skin touches, the heat is astonishing.

Nancy that was

I want to do it again.

Oh god yes. I drown in her kiss then break apart to strike out for the beach, but Nancy is swimming in the opposite direction. This time she lets me catch her and I take her back into my arms, adoring the water streaming off her naked breasts in the sunshine. I try to stand up in shallow water, but just stir up clouds of muddy water and splash back in up to my knees. I can see why shes brought us over here. The long finger of the silt bar is slopes away into a series of shallow depressions and is as tempting as newly fallen snow. She helps me to my feet and the still summer air cools my skin. I admire her lithe, wet body as she climbs above me, wading knee deep. She stops and beckons to me. I use my hands to help me up the slight slope and when I reach her I am spoilt for places to put them. With a tilt of her head she suggests that I wrap my arms around her and slide them down her back. I do so with teasing slowness and hear her tear in breath sharply before covering her mouth with my own. We close our eyes and lean into each other, prolonging the kiss.

Were sinking. I murmur casually into her ear.

I know.

Its lovely to share our warmth and lavish each other with intimate caresses as we sink together into a second soft, buttery mudbath. As the mud creeps up our thighs the surface comes within easy reach and were unable to resist, it feels so invitingly warm after the water. I reach behind her and stroke the mud up her back, covering her ass. Deep beneath the surface my foot finds hers and we press out bodies close as we allow our legs to entwine. She smears mud thickly onto my tits, covering herself with it in the process. It feels wonderfully naughty all over again as I return the caress and paint more of her skin. We resume our sex play with a grace born of unadulterated lust, so Im sliding in her slick embrace when I feel my wet pussy sink slowly into the mud. Shes taller and isnt as deeply mired as I am so I pull my arms around her shoulders to draw her down beside me. Instead she holds me tight and lifts me a few effortless inches before dropping me back down with a sloppy splash that makes me cry out. She does it again faster, rocking me into the surface. I hardly notice that shes sitting in the mud with me too as we sway and splash, and I realise Ill come helplessly from this sensation if she continues.

Nanc- Oh god dont stop!

She doesnt stop, but our frantic motion is inexorably sliding us back down the slope into the water. Suddenly the thick embrace of the bank gives way to sloshing liquid silkiness and were slithering together in a soupy layer of mud that overlies a deep waterlogged silt that sucks at our hips. I glide my hands all over her, stroking her breasts and rubbing her hard nipples with silken speed. I feel her deliberate fingers questing into the maelstrom of sensation between my legs. The gentle insistence of her fingertip against my clit is transcendent and I allow myself to get lost in it completely. My lips find hers and our tongues dance.

Orgasm is reassuringly far away and we can revel in the slowest build-up. I plunge my hand deep into the thicker silt beneath and around us and draw up an extravagant handful to spread between her legs. The liquid mud allows us to float almost weightlessly within its sticky suspension. I feel her clit hard against my palm as I draw my open hand smoothly along the length of her warm slit and up over her belly. Her moan is hungry and raw. Her fingers slither over my clit in tireless teasing circles. It reaches and stretches to maximise the wonderful tender contact. I repeat my slow slick handful, starting this time over her breast and causing her to arch her back ecstatically and fumble her stroke. Our fingertips linger in the secret sweet spots of each others bodies and we churn the silt into a soft sucking bed that slops over our hips with every irresistible thrust. Capitalising on the unique buoyancy we hold each other in a constantly shifting embrace and delight in the frictionless contact between our breasts. I experience the total loss of distinction between the rush of pleasure thats overwhelming my naked skin and the perfect satisfaction spreading up from her sliding touches between my legs. I watch with devastating lust as every buck of her hips reveals slick skin, immaculate in an even, glistening coating of mud, before plunging her whole body back under the surface. Our pace slows and we play with each other with decadent caresses.

I want to go a bit further up the bank, where its warmer and stickier. I want to roll you in it

I delight in the effect of my words. We try to stand but we find our legs are leaden and its easier to swim along the silt bar for a few metres to where the drying mud stretches before us, deceptively solid. Our second dip in the pool has rinsed off a surprising amount of the mud and the bare white skin is an invitation. We rest, our breath coming in gasps from our excitement and our cold swim, on a firm-ish island, letting the hot sun dry our skin and raise alight sheen of sweat. I finger paint her luscious naked body, making her tremble with excitement each time I threatened a direct touch to her nipples or clit. Eventually she stands and leads me by the hand towards the middle of the sticky beach. Her eyes are predatory as her fingers twist through mine and she pulls me roughly down with her into the mud.

This feels so different after the slipperiness on the shore. We smear sticky, clinging handfuls of mud thickly over each others skin, eyes locked with naked lust. I want it, but I twist playfully away from her filthy hands, forcing her to pursue me with in earnest. I unbalance her and send her sprawling on her ass, sticky and floundering and too tightly gripped to fight off my hold on her. I push her roughly and she clings to me, reawakening the rhythm of our earlier play. I let her roll me onto my back and the squelching sound starts us both giggling. Gasping for breath we plaster each others tits with frustrating slowness, fighting the viscous texture that slows our strokes and forces us to delay our satisfaction. The mud becomes gluey with our unrelenting motion. We sink into it together, relishing the resistance of the thick mud as we rub it all over each other. Nancy looks like a figure sculpted out of clay, or some sort of kinky dryad half stuck in the mud pit with her legs parted wantonly for me. I reach around her from behind and pin her clit between my wriggling fingertips, long steady strokes down either side of her hard, slippery clit. Her voice is rough with lust when she tells me shes coming, shes coming. I hold her, letting her writhe slowly through her pleasure, the sticky contact between her body and mine contributing to the sweet urgency in my clit.

I want to get wetter, Im so close

She smiles at me lazily.

I want to watch you coming. I want to make you moan.

We sink easily into the deepest, stickiest centre and feel the resistance melt away into impossible softness. She holds me down on my belly beneath her and rubs at my clit. I gather the wonderful sensations from her touch, her lithe sliding, the mud massaging my breasts, my belly, her touch, her and I come with symphonic relief. Waves of pleasure crash and meet inside me and I cant even hold my head up through the surging power.

She rinses mud from my hair and we float in the still water. The light is softening as the sun starts to drowse low behind the encircling trees. Back at the truck, Nancy insists that we pick up food on the way home and I concede to a drive-thru. She looks so beautiful in the warm light, her cropped hair wild, the grimy hardness of her arms contrasting intriguingly with her fresh white tank. We hadnt even tried to find our clothes again in the settling mud. I convince myself the cashier must know exactly what weve been doing to each other; the success of our clean-up being, at best, relative. We pull away laughing, my hand creeping into her lap as the world blurs past.

I sip my milkshake. Chocolate, which is vanilla.