midnight mud!

OMG Ok, Ok, Ok, I officially reverse my opinion on night mudding! I just got back from a session of romping in a wonderful mud-pit.

So it was a little impromptu but me and my boy were on the way home from a relatively uneventful road-trip when he suggested we go mudding. I was a little surprised and asked where at thinking he meant in the morning, but he grinned, shook his head and said that we'd be going now, like as in almost midnight!!! I'd never gone mudding at night with him before and figured it would be interesting, fun, and perhaps a bit kinky, who knew. We've been mudding together before and had all sorts of fun.

Amazingly I didn't have anything in the car for our roadtrip exept for my BMS (BareMinimum Scout-Suit) so he took over the drive and we drove out to a wal-mart and he did some shopping while I waited in the car. He brought back a bag and he took up driving saying that he knew the perfect spot. Ok, totally down with that.

I'd actually scouted the spot before that he chose. I had deemed it 'mystic' mud for its dreamy creamy properties, but unreachable because it was totally out in the open and extremely accessable to all views as it was on a public path. But, here, at midnight there was nobody around but us. Perfect.

We pulled up to the parking lot and he got out to use the restroom. He came back to the car, handed me the bag and told me to get changed. It was so dark out that I hadn't seen that he had gotten changed himself. I got to the restroom and found that he had managed to pick up a pair of thigh high winter socks, dark purple yoga pants, a black long sleve leotard! a cutsie little girls ballet skirt, and a black latex swimcap. No panties, no bra, it worked out just fine out here though.

Got back to the car and he got out and hugged me. My eyes had finally adjusted to the dark and there were lights way off in the distance that actually did a great job of illuminating the area. not enough where anyone would readily spot us, but he was outfit in the same outfit I was wearing, in exactly the same way that I was wearing too except he didn't have a skirt like I did!

I wore mine ballet style for a darn good reason, its so I don't loose the pants in the mud, like I've done and he's done in the past. I put on the yoga pants first, then pull the leotard over them just like how a ballerina would, like tights and a leotard. He had the same socks on as I had, and had pulled them up and over the pants so the pants were one uniform tight outfit from toes to waistline. He closed up the car, stashed the keys and started to walk up the trail. He was seriously going out like this! not that anybody but me would see, but, AWESOME!!!

We walk up the trail a good ways so that we aren't visible from the road but still have the light from that wood place shining on the smooth tidal mud of the area. He leads me down towards the awaiting mud, hugs me again and hand in hand we take our first steps into the mud.

Smooth cream is indeed what it is cool yes, but oh god it was so worth it as we plodded slowly forward into the mud just to walk in it. We wound our way this way and that in the soft ooze finding ourselves easily consumed to knee deep and I was sure that I could easily go deeper if I worked on it. Out here though there wasn't a good place to wash off if we got more muddy than indended, so we only got deep as our lower thighs in the mud and kept our leotards in pristene condition for the time being. Our yoga pants were seriously soiled but oh gosh did it feel great!. We are GOING back sometime this summer, or sooner depending on stuff like tides and times, but the thing is, WE’re GOING BACK!

CB
Swampfox OUT!