It's also winter and harder to find mud that isn't frozen than it would be a pie Background: I think I was coming back from a bit of a lull in my writing, which is why it's not as long/fleshed out as some others. It was also from a "stream of consciousness" period when I would basically sit down with a substance and write a story. In a way "The sty" was a return to that style, so any cries of "it's derivative" should be tempered by the fact it is 3+ yrs old really
In any case, another for the Reading Room. Enjoy.
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Karen waded through the shin deep grass that had overgrown the trail that she knew from her childhood on her Uncle's farm. She remembered how big the trees were as the wet grass left trails of water on her bare legs and soaked her toes in her sandals. The sun was just approaching it's highest point in the sky as she found the old pond that her and her cousins used to go swimming in. She smiled in spite of the pain that she felt from everything else that was going wrong in her life. She wasn't sure what she wanted to do with the old place, but she figured she should at least spend some time walking around and trying to figure out what value there would be in the place.
She noticed that the tire swing was still intact on the branch that jutted out over the pond. Tying her slightly curly brown hair up into a ponytail she used the old pieces of wood nailed into the trunk of the tree to get up to the tire and nimbly she put a foot into it and stradled the top of the tire and started to swing. Once she started swinging she realized that her white denim shorts were probably ruined, but she wasn't in the mood to worry about that, however she did pull off her sandals and threw them behind the tree. Occassionally the branch would creak and make her nervous but she was too enthralled with the view to care. Also this was the first time she had actually felt happy for a long time. She could feel those moments getting further and further apart with the stress and frustration of being professional and hard nosed all the time. People just didn't understand that she could have fun, but it took her some time to get out of her shell.
Swinging out further she thought back to all of the diving competitions her cousins would do with her all afternoon before paddling up the creek to the river to look for frogs or to go fishing. Grinning she decided that a dunking is probably the best thing for her and as the tire swung out over the water she let herself fall off the tire and down into the water.
The splash sent up a wave of black as she landed on her back, the return of it sending a black wave of sludge over her body before she had a chance to register what happened. Sitting up quickly, the oozing mud quickly flowed into her shorts causing her eyes to go wide as she felt the slimy muck dripping down over her body. At this point she let out her scream and looked around, one part of her mind cooly analyzing that there was only a few centimeters of water on top of a thick layer of silty mud. Scrambling up to her knees she felt the weight of her hair tugging against the back of her neck slightly. The layer of black mud had coated her legs and had now completely filled and soaked through her shorts. Her shirt was soaked through the back and mostly splattered across the front and she felt the mud dripping down her face.
She wasn't sure whether she should laugh or cry at the situation as she tried to get up on her knees, the result of which was her knees pushing down through the slime towards a layer of clay and over balancing her so she landed with a splat face first down in the mire. Pulling herself up as she felt the muck filling her cleavage she sat up again, this time with her legs further apart and started to laugh. She couldn't believe it, she was expecting a dunking, not to turn into some sort of swamp monster. Giggling, she tried to growl like a 1950's style swamp creature but was laughing to hard and instead let herself fall back into the mud.
Something was stirring inside her, specifically all her memories of being a little girl and coming home absolutely filthy and her parents yelling at her. The flush in her cheeks at remembering how ashamed they made her feel seemed to trigger something and she deliberatly stood up and threw herself towards the muddiest looking part of the shore she could see. Her perfectly manicured hands dug into the sun warmed mud and coated her arms up almost to the elbows in evening gloves made of black sludge before she buried and rubbed her face in the mud again and again. Sitting up she piled it on her head as she laughed almost maniacally and made her half giggle/half growl sound before pulling herself up slowly out of the pond with this new thicker muck going inside her shirt.
Laying on the ground in the sun, the rays already heating up the black mud coating her body she ran her hands over her breasts and down over her shorts, squishing mud out of both items of clothing, the sensation of which was sending shudders along her spine. Standing up she ran back for the mud and jumped in, landing on her feet just long enough to pitch herself back in face first before she started to roll around again and again in the muck.
Panting and almost out of breath she just laid there on her back, sunk almost up to her breasts, listening to the frogs croaking in the creek and the birds in the sky and realized that she felt better on several levels. Not least of which was the senstaion of the mud squishing around between her thighs. Sitting up she stripped off her shirt and sports bra, which she noted were both ruined and threw them in the general direction of the shore, not really caring where they landed as she got on all fours and dragged her breasts through the mud, sighing at the feeling before laying down completely and grinding her chest in.
Giggling again she stood up and stripped off the rest of her clothes, tossing them in the same general direction before sitting down, legs spread out in front of her, enjoying the feeling of being naked, which she normally didn't, but the sensation of the slipperly, slimey ooze all over her skin as she wiggled her butt deeper into the mud as she slopped it into her lap. Humming to herself she made sloppy mounds of mud on her thighs that she would then push bewteen them and plop herself on rubbing herself into the piles of glop.
Each time she felt the mud drying from the sun she would throw herself face first into it and roll over. After an hour of running around, slipping, sliding and wallowing in the muck she was completely ruined. Her hair was out of it's ponytail and now was just a sodden mass of ooze and she luxuriated in the sensation of being absolutely filthy from head to toe and all points in-between. Laughing she realized what a sight she must be. A well educated, professional woman naked and wallowing in the mud. Plopping back down in the mud she delighted at the feeling of being free and the feeling of being the bad little girl she was years and years ago.
Slipping and sliding around some more she found she really enjoyed the sensation of the muck between her breasts and between her legs and decided that she needed to spend some more time figuring out exactly why it was making her feel so seductively good. Moving her hands slowly over her body she grinned under her layers of filth and started thinking of just how slowly and thoroughly she needed to investigate this feeling as she sprawled out in the sun...
