There are a few advantages to the amount of rain we've been having recently. The mud is exceptional and the rain keeps people away from the muddy footpaths so I can play unhindered which is exactly what I planned to do right now.
I'd found this quiet lane that is just for access to some large houses then it runs on for a short distance before it ends surrounded by hedges. Partially hidden in the end hedge is a gap that leads through to a farm track which is nearly always muddy but now was extreme as it had been well churned by tractors. The deep ruts are nearly always muddy in the bottom even in summer but now the one I was standing by was up to the top with a liquid mud. I had no idea how deep it was but some parts were two feet deep when dry.
I was wearing smart clothes as always with a change of clothing back in the car five minutes walk away. I was just about to wade in when round the corner on the other side of the mud came a horse and rider. I was not expecting to be disturbed but this was a pleasant experience. She looked at first glance to be very shapely and was wearing riding gear comprising shiny black boots, cream riding britches, a white roll neck jumper and a grey hunting jacket. Finally her blond hair was in a net under a black riding helmet.
The first words from her mouth were not as ladylike as her looks suggested. "Oh bugger." then seeing me for the first time she added, "Sorry for the language."
"No problem."
"How am I going to get past that?" she asked of no one. To be fair the mud stretched right across the path at this point.
"I guess you'll have to go back." I added although it wasn't the the most helpful idea but given she wasn't going to jump in the mud with me I could do with her leaving.
"It's miles back and I'm in a hurry. How deep is it?"
"No idea." although I was desperate to find out.
The next thing I know she is off the horse and I watched her clean boots sink in an inch of mud. Taking the horse reins she started to lead the horse slowly through the mud.
Although I wanted the place to myself I was now intrigued to watch her boots as the mud gradually got deeper and I hoped they would at least overtop.
I was never to find out as the horse slipped on the uneven ground and knocked the woman sideways. She went down with quite a thump and the shock made her release the reins. She was now lying on her side with most of her body under the mud. Seizing my chance I did the gentlemanly thing and jumped in beside her making sure I went as deep as I could.
"Lie still for a moment in case you've broken anything."
"My horse."
I looked round to see the horse standing by the gap in the hedge so I waded out, grabbed the reins and tied it to a branch before returning to my damsel in distress.
"Should I call an ambulance?"
"No, I'll be fine. Just winded I think." but then she tried to move and let out a cry. "I think it's my ribs. Can you help me get up?"
"You sure?"
"Yes. I can't lie here and standing up will let me know if anything is broken."
I went round the back of her and put my arms under hers and very slowly I helped her to her feet.
She stood for a minute before taking my arm and we waded out of the mud. She was obviously in pain down her left side but I agreed with her that everything else seemed okay and I took a moment to appreciate the mess. Because of the angle there was a diagonal line of mud across her chest with the top right of her jacket and jumper almost untouched whilst the rest of her was a uniform mud colour.
Leaning on me we retrieved the horse and walked slowly through the gap in the hedge. I confirmed it was my car parked there before we continued to the first house on the left. On her instructions I tied the horse to a post on the front lawn whilst I helped her slowly down the side of the house to what had once been a garage but now appeared to be an indoor gym and tack room.
"I'll give my friend Erica a ring. She can help me and look after the horse. Thank you, you've been very helpful. Look at the state of your clothes. I'm not sure I would have anything suitable for you to change into."
"It's fine. I've got spare clothes in the car. I expected to get muddy so it's no big deal."
Very gingerly she sat down on a set of padded steps and said, "Would you mind helping me off with my boots?" and she held one foot up. It was quite a tussle to get it off and she winced a few times before it came free. We repeated the move with the other leg and she looked odd as the mud hadn't really got inside the boots so from the calf down she was still clean.
Taking a mobile from her jacket she made a call, explained what had happened and then hung up.
"She'll be here in five minutes or so. Do you mind staying until she gets here?"
"No problem."
Then she got to her feet and crossed to the wall where I hadn't seen a rain shower. She turned it on and waited for it to warm before stepping under the torrent. I guess this was part of the gym but I was in heaven. First a beautiful woman had got muddy and now here she was getting soaked whilst almost fully clothed.
It literally was only minutes before another beauty appeared and I guessed she was Erica. She was a brunette with shoulder length hair and obviously dressed casually in a long t-shirt, leggings and ballet flats.
She looked at me and made no comment apart from saying, "Thanks for rescuing Barbara. I can take it from here." then looking at Barbara who was still pretty muddy she then said, "Let's get those clothes off you."
Barbara smiled and replied, "Thanks for coming. I think you'll need to cut the top off. I'm pretty sure I can't raise my arm and it's ruined anyway."
"I'll get some scissors." and she looked at me confirming it was time for me to leave. Shame. However I did see a card with a phone number and so I picked that up and left. I did consider returning to the mud to finish things off but decided to head home instead.
When I looked at the card the name was Barbara Kleiss and she offered one to one physical fitness training for women.
I left it a week then rang to find out how she was feeling. When I got through she didn't know who was phoning as we'd never been introduced but when I mentioned what had happened she was full of thanks. She explained she had gone to the doctors in the end for painkillers and it was just bad bruising with nothing broken.
Once that had been established I was desperately looking for an excuse to call when she suggested I call round for a coffee later that day. I tried not to sound too keen but thanked her and we arranged for mid afternoon.
When I got to the house I went to the front door this time and it was opened by Barbara who looked a lot different. She now wore a tight black wool knee length skirt, a cream satin blouse and medium height black heels.
She showed me into the vast lounge and went to the kitchen to prepare the coffee. She returned a few minutes later with a coffee pots, cups and biscuit on a tray which she placed on the table then sat opposite me swivelling her legs to one side as she sat.
"So, how are you feeling now?" I opened with as it was the only thing we had in common.
"Not too bad. A little twinge now and then but almost sorted. What about you? I feel bad about your clothes. Can I pay for them to be cleaned or something?"
Now was the moment that could go so many ways. I could just fob it off and never have the chance to see her get muddy. I could tell her my secret and get thrown out. Either way I was determined not to miss an opportunity so I said, "Actually, I had planned on getting muddy in those clothes as I love playing in the mud."
I could see she was taken aback by my revelation and didn't really know what to say so she went with, "But not as muddy as that I guess?"
"If I'd had the chance probably completely covered."
Still in shock she asked the practical question. "So how do you clean up to go home?"
On easier ground now. "I strip off at my car and I've got a garden spray which gets the worst off then I shower at home."
"What about the clothes? Do they wash?"
"Sometimes but most of the time they get ripped or cut off so they go in the bin." There, the truth was out. Then I added, "Didn't Erica cut your clothes off if memory serves me right?"
"She cut off my jumper but it was ruined anyway."
I didn't say any more but then she floored me with her next comment.
"Well how about I thank you for your life saving. You can use the gym shower to wash and change rather than your car as long as I'm not using the space obviously."
"Wow. That would be fantastic. Are you sure?"
"Yes. As long as you make sure the place is clean. I know the drains can cope as I quite often use the shower to wash down the horse equipment."
"How will I know when I can use the shower? Should I ring you?"
"That would be best but most weekends its free."
Strike while the irons hot is a good proverb so I did. "What about this Saturday?"
She consulted her mobile then said, "Yes, that's fine. How about ten?"
"Ten is fine. I'll see you then and thanks for the coffee."
"You're welcome." and we both rose together and I headed home.
On the Saturday I decided to not go mad and frighten her off so I went for a pair of pale blue denim jeans, a white sweatshirt, blue socks and white trainers with a tracksuit to wear home. I also packed a few towels to dry off with and wipe any spots of mud.
I pulled into her drive right on ten and she came out to greet me wearing a tracksuit and we walked round the side to the gym where she opened the door and showed me in.
I dumped the towels and the tracksuit then said, "Well, no time like the present." and set off back to the road.
I'm not sure what I expected but Barbara turned and went back into the house. I suppose I was hoping she'd at least come to watch but obviously not. Still, I wasn't going to let that stop me.
When I got to the mud it was not as deep as before but still plenty of it and I wasted no time in wading in and enjoying the mud filling my trainers. I walked through a few times before stopping and slowly kneeling down. The mud came almost to my crutch and I dragged some up to finish covering my jeans before turning over into a sitting position with the mud over my waist.
I reached down and pulled out the waistband of my jeans and was rewarded as the mud flowed in around my cock.
I played like that for a time before lying right down and letting my head go under. It was suddenly very quiet and I left it as long as I could before surfacing again.
I stood and scraped as much mud as I could from me before starting the short walk back to the house. There was no sign of Barbara as I made my way up the drive and into the gym. I turned on the shower, let it warm then stepped under. It was very powerful and the mud flowed off causing no problem with the large drain. I then stripped off the clothes and finished the shower before bundling my clothes into a bin bag, towelling myself dry, dressing and then wiping the muddy footprints until I was satisfied everything was clean.
There was still no sign of Barbara so I got in my car and drove home hoping I hadn't done anything wrong.
I didn't hear from her until the Thursday when I got a text asking if I could drop in on the Saturday morning as she wanted to discuss something. I wondered if I'd done something wrong or left a mess or she had just changed her mind so it was with a little trepidation that I called at her door on the Saturday.
She looked fantastic in skin tight jeans and a t-shirt and she seemed to be smiling as she invited me in and offered coffee.
Once the coffee was made we sat in the lounge and there was a bit of a silence so I started. "So, you wanted to chat about something. Have you changed your mind?"
"No, no, of course not it's just, well, I'm worried what happens if someone sees you walking up my drive covered in mud. I know it's not likely but it could happen and I don't know what I'd say."
So she had changed her mind. "I see. That's perfectly understandable. I can just go back to the way I did it before."
"No, no, I don't want you to do that."
"So what do you suggest?"
She stood up and walked towards the kitchen. "Follow me. I've got something to show you."
I followed her out through the kitchen and into the garden where she led me down the long lawn to a fenced off area. The fence was too high to see over and she spent some time opening a gate before we went inside. What greeted me was what was once a small pool. There was the tiled surround and the pool itself was covered in a proper roller cover.
"I've never used this as I had a bigger one built but it seems to still have water in it and I thought you could fill it with earth."
Wow. That was going to be a challenge and I wasn't even sure it was possible but I wasn't going to give in just yet. "It will need a lot of work."
"No problem if you've got the time. The gardeners come on Monday and Tuesday but any time apart from that. They never go in that area so you can do what you like."
"What about your business?"
"Well as long as you don't do anything out of the ordinary like wandering around muddy or naked I don't see a problem."
"Okay then I'll give it a go."
"Brilliant. I'll give you a key to the side gate so you can get in at any time without needing to come through the house. Just make sure you lock up when you've finished."
"Will do."
"I'll leave you to look around then." and she headed back to the house.
The first thing to do was remove the cover and I was pleased to see it rolled back fairly easily revealing a half empty pool. At that moment Barbara appeared with a key and looked at the pool.
"It still has some water in."
"I'm guessing there is more silt than water but we'll see. I'll bring some things with me tomorrow if that's okay."
"Sure. Anytime. You've got the key."
"Okay if I park on the drive?"
"Of course."
Not being able to do much more I had another look round, covered the pool and locked up before heading home to plan.
The next day I probed the water with a pole and sure enough the water turned black as I disturbed the sediment. There was no way I was going to be able to empty anything out and to be honest I wasn't bothered although there was a definite smell of rotting vegetation now I'd disturbed things. Instead I turned my attention to the plumbing and I was pleased to see there was still water flowing. There was a pool side shower but that had rusted solid so the first job was to rig something up to replace it as that would make cleaning up a lot easier.
When Barbara came to see how I was getting on I said, "I'm going to get the pool shower working if that's okay."
"Of course it's okay. Are you still going to use the gym?"
"That's why I was asking because it would mean me walking naked from this shower to the gym to finish off in a proper shower."
"That's fine. I don't tend to look this way anyway and I'll keep the curtains closed."
"No. Sorry, I didn't explain properly. I have no worries about being seen naked I just didn't want to upset you."
"Oh, okay. No it wouldn't upset me at all. I spend quite a lot of time naked myself so it wouldn't bother me at all."
That was good to know and I returned to my endeavours. Over the next month I rigged up a new shower which wasn't going to win any awards but did what was required. I also found a way of diverting water into the pool via a hosepipe to top it up and then began the arduous task of adding more soil. I got soil in bags to start with but then her gardener was away for a week so I got a lorry load delivered although I still had to use a wheelbarrow to bring it to the pool. I even got some from the path nearby before it dried out. I was never going to fill the pool but I did get to the point where there was almost no surface water and decided it was time to try it out.
I told Barbara I would be there on the Saturday to try it out and she was fine with that. On the Saturday it was going to be an exploratory session so I just wore old jeans, an old sweatshirt and old trainers and took a rake to mix things up.
I didn't see Barbara which was a shame but I wasn't going to let that stop me. I stepped in gingerly and the cold surface water soon filled my shoes. I stood for a moment and was disappointed that I didn't sink. I took the rake and tried to stir things up with little success. All I did was rake up some silt. Discarding the rake I walked around a bit and was rewarded by some parts being very soft and I could sink past my knees. I took to stomping the mud and after a lot of work I managed to get down into the mud over my waist but I was exhausted.
Getting out was fun as well as some areas of mud clung like glue. Eventually I got out and tried my shower which was very successful. Once the mud was off my clothes I stripped off and put my clothes in a bag before heading off to the gym. A quick shower in there and I returned to the garden where I dried myself off and dressed. All the time I didn't see Barbara but I had enjoyed myself and learnt a lot.
I added a long tube full of holes to the hosepipe and pushed it down into the mud and this was quite successful in softening the harder points as witnessed the following Saturday when I tried it out again and this time I sank far easier than before. I now felt it was good enough for a proper session and set about buying some clothes for the occasion.
On the day I wore new blue denim jeans, black trainers and socks, a white button through formal shirt and a blue denim jacket. I also set up a camera on a post to film my session as it might give me some more ideas.
I was just about ready when Barbara appeared.
"Are you going into the pool today?"
"Yes. Want to watch?"
I don't think she was expecting that and did a sort of girly giggle and said, "Yes please. I only saw you rush to my aid last time."
"You're more than welcome." then, pushing my luck added, "You're welcome to join me."
This brought a deeper laugh and a refusal but I didn't really think she was the sort to get muddy on purpose.
"So what's the plan?" she asked as I approached the mud.
"Not sure yet. Probably just walk across and see what happens."
"Off you go then."
It actually felt quite odd with her standing there as all the times before I've tried to avoid anyone seeing me. I stepped into the mud and was rewarded by my feet sinking almost to my knees. This meant the next step was all the more difficult as I first had to release my feet to take a step.
The next few steps were the same but then I sank to my waist and I stopped and wriggled around. My ideal would be to sink right under but I knew that wasn't going to happen. Instead I just wriggled around where I was and then lay back and forward to get as muddy as I could before eventually struggling to reach the edge and climbing out.
I stood under the shower until the water had washed most of the mud off but as I was about to remove my jacket Barbara said, "I thought you cut and ripped your clothes off?"
Quick as a flash I replied, "I forgot my scissors." when in fact I had never planned on ruining what I was wearing.
"I've got some." and she was off.
Now I wondered if I should sacrifice my clothes for her or tell her I actually planned on keeping them. In fact the choice was taken away from me as when she returned she asked, "May I?" and without waiting for a reply grabbed the denim jacket and proceeded to cut up the sleeve.
Now I don't know about you but when an attractive woman offers to cut your clothes off you don't say no. Well I don't. So I stood there as she cut up both sleeves before cutting the jacket off completely.
Next to go was my shirt and again I stood my ground although by now my prick was bursting to get out. This was the moment of truth as I was not wearing any underwear so when she cut down through the waistband of the jeans they fell to the floor and revealed a very solid penis. She didn't bat an eyelid and just bent down with it almost in her mouth and finished removing my jeans.
"I don't need to ask if you enjoyed that!"
I didn't respond but sort of expected things to progress so I was quite surprised when she headed back to the house to leave me to finish off and in fact I didn't speak to her again until the following Friday when I popped round to make sure the mud was ready for a Saturday session.
Barbara came out greeted me as if we were neighbours and I was unsure how to proceed but she helped by asking what I planned to do next.
"I'm not sure. Any ideas?" I asked more to keep the conversation muddy.
"How about we re-enact your heroic moment when you saved me from the swamp?"
I loved her theatrical twist to the incident but wanted to clarify what she'd said so asked, "You mean both of us in the mud?"
"Yes. I'm sure I can find something to wear. What about you?"
"Oh yes. No problem. I'll pop round about ten then?"
She left and I finished setting up and wondered what she might wear.
That was answered the next morning. I'd opted for white trainers and grey socks, tight black denim jeans, white jersey boxers and a white sweatshirt. I didn't call at the house but waited by the mud and as the clock ticked on I wondered if she was going to show.
All worries were dispelled when she appeared dressed just as I remember minus the horse. I couldn't believe she was going to wear her riding gear but I wasn't going to argue.
"You look just as I remember you but didn't your friend have to cut off your jumper?"
"Yes so I brought the scissors just in case." and she produced a wicked pair of garden shears.
"Are those the same boots? They look new."
"It took me ages to clean them but luckily not much had got inside."
"Are you going to take them off before going in the mud?" then added, "assuming you still plan on getting muddy."
"Do you want me to take them off?"
I just shook my head and she added, "So they stay on."
She walked round to the far side of the pit and held one hand up as if leading the horse. "So I was walking towards you ..." and she stepped into the mud which came halfway up her boots in a very similar manner to before.
"Then my horse got spooked and I slipped " and she went down on her left side like before but this time it was planned and she didn't end up quite as deep but there was still a nice diagonal line of mud from her right calf to her left chest.
"This was when my hero waded in."
"I took my cue and stepped in sinking to my knees almost immediately. Making my slowly over I knelt down in the mud and asked "Are you all right?"
"I don't know. Let me see if I can move." and she rolled over covering the rest of her clothing in mud.
She then grasped hold of me and made as if to pull herself up but instead pulled us both down where we rolled over and over until we were coated in a lovely sticky layer of mud.
After ten minutes we were both exhausted and dragged ourselves to the shower where we helped remove most of the mud. Barbara then sat in one of the plastic garden chairs and lifted one foot indicating she wanted my help to remove it. However, when I grasped it she said, "It would be easier with the scissors."
I couldn't believe I was being offered the chance to destroy boots that were obviously in the three figure price range and I only hoped the shears and my hands were up to the task as the leather was thick.
I took it slowly in case I'd misunderstood in some way but she just sat there and after a lot of effort I'd cut right down the side of the first boot which then just slid off. The second boot was equally as tough but it was soon on the floor by the first.
Barbara just sat there with one leg extended and so I cut off her socks without a murmur. Still sitting there I hoped meant the britches were next and as I cut the hem she just smiled so I was doing okay. I cut both legs to the knee before getting her to stand and cutting to the top of the leg but resisted removing them completely.
She then made it clear what was next as she held out the jacket hem and I cut that in a number of places and cut up both arms before removing it completely.
I wondered if I might dare to remove the new jumper but as she didn't flinch when I took the bottom hem in my hands I guessed it was expected. A few cuts around but not exposing her underwear as I was unsure what was allowed but once I'd cut the sleeves she directed me back to the top and I completed the destruction by cutting up through the neck revealing the most exquisite white and pink lace bra which appeared to have mostly saved by the thick jumper. I didn't have time to admire it for long as she held the waistband of the jodhpurs clear of her skin leaving me in no doubt as to the next move. Once cut she let them slip to the floor revealing matching knickers again relatively unscathed.
Then she helped me in the right direction when she said, "The underwear might as well go as it's totally ruined." then added, "Don't worry, there's nothing going to spring out in your eye." referring to my prick I assume.
A couple of cuts and the knickers fell away revealing her to be cleanly shaven as I would have expected. The bra I took my time over as its cost deserved more time. I cut the cups lower then pulled the straps tight so when I cut them they slapped back against her skin. Finally I cut between the cups and dropped the rag to the floor.
She wasn't completely right about nothing jumping out as her breasts were large and perfectly formed and were certainly sticking out.
She then gathered up the remains of her clothing and returned to the house. I waited a few minutes but she didn't reappear so I undressed, finished showering and headed home.
Over the next few weeks I visited occasionally to check on the pool and often to play but hardly ever saw Barbara and I did wonder if the last session had been too much.
One treat I did get as the weather was warmer was arriving one day to find Barbara and Erica I think both naked and sunbathing on the lawn. I didn't disturb them and made a quiet exit.
It was a few weeks later when she rang out of the blue and asked if I'd like to escort her to a garden party. She explained it was an annual fundraiser so it would be quite posh and she would arrange a car to collect me and then collect her. I asked what to wear and she sent some suggestions and assured me she would cover any costs. She explained she liked to go but it was definitely expected that you would attend as a couple.
It sounded fun and who wouldn't want to spend the afternoon with Barbara. I looked through the pictures he'd sent and then went shopping as i guessed I needed to be smart to be her date.
I couldn't wait and on the day I was ready far too early. I had on new white Calvin Klein jersey boxers, a white formal shirt with no tie, a cream linen suit and light brown leather loafers. I also took some money as i guessed there would be donations.
The car collected me right on time with the driver insisting on opening my door for me. When we arrived at Barbara's house I waited in the car as the driver rang the bell and I'm glad I did as I let out an involuntary whistle when I saw her. The dress was a sleeveless white below the knee dress with a tight bodice and a very full skirt and it had a row of tiny buttons down the front from the sweetheart neckline to below the waist and all of them covered in the same material. What gave it the summer look was the red and black rose pattern which was echoed in the spike heels which were red and black with a thin ankle strap to keep them in place. The only other thing was a small shoulder bag in white. Her hair was beautifully style up on top of her head revealing long silver earrings almost to her shoulders which matched the fine silver chain around her neck and the watch on her wrist. As she got nearer I could see some time had been used for the make-up which was as immaculate as the clothing with dark red lips and matching long nails.
The driver held open the door and Barbara slid in beside me, her skirt rustling as she smoothed it behind her. I was also rewarded with a kiss on the cheek and a compliment on my clothes which I returned obviously. The journey took about half an hour and I couldn't take my eyes off Barbara, especially that amazing chest encapsulated in the tight bodice.
When we got to the house I was proud to escort Barbara in and join the throng of people on the lawns. Too be honest I didn't know any of them but all the women were a pleasure on the eye with each trying to outdo the next with their outfits.
The food was fantastic as was the wine and the auction seemed to raise plenty of money. I did put a couple of bids in but they were way out of my league.
When it was time to leave I felt very mellow as did Barbara as she rested her head on my shoulder but more interestingly her hand lay in my lap. I assumed the car would take me home once Barbara had been dropped off but I was invited in which was nice.
Then came the sentence I wasn't expecting when she said, "So, time for you to go in the mud before we go to bed."
In that one sentence there was an awful lot to unpack. Ignoring the second part of the sentence for a moment I had certainly not planned on getting this outfit muddy and also hadn't any spare clothes but the devil in me decided that if it was offered I wasn't going to say no.
"You're coming in as well I hope?" I asked but without much hope.
"Certainly not. I am going to watch you though. Off you go."
I walked out the French door and across the lawn with Barbara following at a distance. She stopped to collect a garden chair before following me inside the fence where she placed the chair well away from the mud. She gathered up her dress to avoid it touching the ground then sat down and said, "In you go. I want you totally covered."
I stepped in gingerly mainly because I was about to ruin my clothes but also wondering where this might end up.
Following her instructions I stomped around until I sank to the top of my thighs before rolling around making sure everywhere was the same uniform colour. Any hope of clothing survival went when Barbara produced the scissors which she threw down beside me and ordered me to rip and cut off everything including the shoes. Given the cost of the clothes I spent some time destroying everything completely until I was totally naked.
"You're still far too clean. Rub the mud everywhere until you are coated in the muck."
Doing her bidding I rubbed the mud everywhere including my face and hair until she was finally satisfied and I had a large, muddy erection.
"Come and stand here." she commanded, indicating a spot in front of her.
I did as she told me and watched as she very carefully gather her dress around her body then leant forward and slid her lips over my cock. She slid up and down a few times then stood up with a ring of mud around her lips hiding the lipstick.
She then stepped back and lifted her skirt to reveal she was actually wearing fine sheer stockings attached to a beautiful suspender belt and matching knickers. Pulling the knickers to one side she made it obvious where she expected my tongue but barked, "Don't you dare touch my dress."
I went down on my knees and tried my best but it was difficult to avoid her clothing. I needn't have worried because after a few probes with my tongue she dropped her skirt, pulled me to my feet, embraced me and pushed me back into the mud where I landed on my back with her on top.
No more pretence as we kissed and grappled in the mud until we were both exhausted. Getting to her feet she retrieved the scissors which she handed to me without a word and I had the most wonderful time destroying every thing she was wearing.
Not done yet she then rubbed mud over herself until we looked the same before leading me to the lawn where she had me lay down on the grass while she lowered herself onto me.
With the intense experience I'd already had and the gritty mud scraping my cock I lasted only a minute before shooting my load inside her. She slid up and let me continue with my tongue until she too came in a very vocal way.
After a few minutes lying to recover she produced the hose and washed us down before we used the shower to clean each other properly and then to bed where we did little in the way of sleeping.