Bridging the Gap

[Annie/Golightly]

A North Meets South Lesbian love affair where boundaries are crossed and getting filthy is seen as foreplay...

‘Bridging the Gap’
By Annie Golightly

Chapter 1:

‘Bloody Sat Navs!’ Nancy Holloway thumped furiously on the dashboard and stared at the small computer.

As if it wasn’t bad enough that she had been forced to drive to middle-of-nowhere Yorkshire, the stupid company car she’d been given didn’t even have the decency to have a working navigation system. It had lost the signal somewhere near Leeds, only working for short bursts that told her very little – for all she knew she’d reached Scotland already, overshooting he final destination by a good number of miles.

And to top it all off she was now lost. In a field. A VERY muddy field.

Nancy clenched her teeth and tried not to scream. She was a capable executive in the cut throat world of advertising – getting where she was in what was essentially a man’s world had taken a large amount of balls and a tenacity that seemed boundless. And she was damned if she’d let a little thing called nature beat her.

She gunned the engine one more time, feeling the wheels spinning uselessly in the mire beneath her.
“Great,” Nancy muttered and climbed out of the mini-cooper, resigning herself to calling for the AA. She pushed her over-sized Gucci sunglasses up onto the top of her bright red hair and squinted at the screen of her I-phone. No Signal.
“Even better. Perhaps moving somewhere where there aren’t as many trees will fix this.”

So she set off, shielding her eyes against the bright September sunshine and trying not to sink too deeply into the grass. With hindsight, Nancy probably wasn’t dressed appropriately for a jaunt to the countryside but her spec had been simple: Drive to Darlington to meet with a regional car manufacturer who was looking to branch out in the south of England and were considering hiring ‘Alliance Advertising’ to do their Ad campaign. As the company’s hottest young executive, Nancy had literally jumped at the chance to prove herself and had welcomed the opportunity with open arms. Of course, the spec didn’t mention getting lost three times just trying to get out of London, and then tramping through the countryside in her best high heels because of the incompetence of modern technology.

A London city girl born and bed, Nancy prided herself on her appearance sand did not own one pair of ‘comfy’ knickers or ‘lazy day’ pyjamas. She lived in labels from Gucci to Prada, Manolo to Jasper Conran, and it showed. Today for example, she had left her London penthouse looking immaculate in a crisp white blouse, black waistcoat and black skirt (long enough to be proper, short enough to entice the client to choose them regardless of the quality of her pitch.) Long pale legs were covered in sheer stockings and ended in a pair of six-inch spike heeled black Manolo Blahnicks. A naturally tall girl at six foot nothing, these shoes ensured she towered over her male colleagues and made them ever more aware of their inadequacy. Small but perky breasts and an elfin style face surrounded by waist length flame red hair completed the look of serious-business-woman-do-not-mess-with-me-bitch. Nancy was hot, and not afraid to flaunt it.
Well, Nancy was usually hot. Right now she was still struggling to get a reception and her heels were probably ruined, spattered with mud as they were. Being away from the cool breeze of the air conditioning system had caused her to sweat buckets and her shirt was sticking to her with moisture.

“Yuck!” Nancy moaned as sweat trickled between her shoulder blades and over her forehead, ruining her perfect make-up and making her hair frizz terribly. This could not get any worse.

SQUELCH

More occupied with her phone than watching where she was going, Nancy had trodden right in the middle of what appeared to have once been a pond. The summer heat had evaporated all the water, but a recent bought of rain had caused the mud caked ground to soften and thicken until it was the same consistency as thick clay. Nancy’s shoe had slid right in and she’d sunk to her ankle, the quagmire holding her foot tightly in it’s filthy grip.

“Crap!” she ejaculated, and gripped wiggled her toes in their muddy prism. There was no give, so she bent at the waist and grabbed her calf with both hands, furiously tugging to get herself free.

“Come on, come on.” Nancy mumbled. If she didn’t find her wsay out soon she’d be late for the meeting, and the contract would go to someone else. She would not let that happen.

So intent was she in her task, she didn’t notice her I-phone sliding from her waistcoat and landing with a second soft ‘plop’ in the mire.

“Oh for the love of... this day cannot get any worse!” Nancy reached for the phone, forgetting her anchored situation and –

Splash

She had toppled off her shoe and landed face first in the puddle, covering her entire outfit in thick, grey muck. It squelched up around the globes of her breasts, and crept up her stocking clad thighs past the hem of her skirt. Her skirt had ridden up in the tumble, exposing her pert bottom and white lace thong to the elements, covering it in the glop as well.
Nancy was disgusted. She flailed around for a while before getting a grip and managing to push her upper body clear. Spitting out mud she sat back on her haunches and surveyed the damage.

“I’M FILTHY!” she screamed, plucking at the sweat and mud stained blouse she wore in horror. Her IPhone had been crushed in the fall and now lay submerged below the muck. Her shoes suffered the same fate, whilst the stockings had acquired a run up both seams. The back of her outfit appeared relatively unscathed with only a few small splashes marring the pristine surface, but the mud was cold despite the sweltering heat and Nancy soon started to shiver.
Her nipples hardened and strained against the fabric of her blouse and bra and goose bumps rose on her skin. She had to get out of the pit and back to the car – at least them she could call for help from the spare blackberry she stored in the glove compartment.

Strengthening her resolve, Nancy braced her legs and stood up. She wobbled briefly, then regained her balance. Smiling at the first bit of good fortune that day she started to back out of the puddle, wary of turning lest she lose her balance again.
This choice would cost her dearly as she didn’t see the small tree branch poking out from the ground, and caught her leg on it as she retreated. She had no time to stop herself and thus she tumbled backwards, landing legs akimbo and sullying the only part of her that had remained clean. Too shocked to even move, Nancy just lay in the mud with her skirt rucked up around her waist and her blouse and waistcoat ripped open by the branch. Uncaring that her breasts and knickers were on display Nancy could do nothing but flail around for purchase like a literal pig in muck.

This flailing caused the mud to ride up into Nancy clit, coating her inside and out whilst causing a tingle in her belly that wasn’t all unpleasant. Later she would admit to herself that the cool caress of the mud against her sweaty skin had felt delicious, but right now she was too preoccupied with getting back to her mini and away from the bloody countryside.

Finally managing to flip herself over (losing the waistcoat entirely in the process) she crawled to the edge of the pit and flopped onto the grass, panting heavily. Looking around her, she realised she had walked so far in her search for a signal that the mini was nowhere in sight and her predicament had disorientated her so much that she no idea where to start walking.

Nancy felt like crying, but she hadn’t cried since her dad had walked out on her aged four and she sure as hell wasn’t going to break a record twenty years in the making. No, she would simply pick a direction and head that way. She hadn’t walked for long before finding the mud pit, so if she walked for say, ten minutes, and didn’t find anything she’d simply turn around and try again.

She was just about to start walking when a quiet sound reached her –singing?

“In the Summertime, when the livin’ is easy. Your daddy’s rich, an’ your mama’s good lookin’...”

The voice was soft and rich, and Nancy shuddered as it washed over her. It was also getting closer and without giving her a chance to fix her blouse or push her hair back, a young woman appeared from behind a copse of bushes.
She was wearing a purple checked shirt under some old men’s dungarees, and big army boots on her feet. Her dark brown hair was cut short in a no-nonsense style and held back into a messy ponytail. She was shorter than Nancy at about five foot eight, and built completely differently. Where Nancy was all straight lines and angles, this stranger was plump and curvy with big hips and bigger breasts poorly disguised by her ill fitting clothes.

“Oh...” The singer halted in her pace and took in Nancy standing bedraggled and wrecked in the middle of the clearing, hair stiff with mud and shirt lying open and flapping in the breeze.

The singer’s mouth had formed a perfect ‘o’ her eyes wide with surprise, so Nancy leapt at the chance of salvation.

“Thank God! I thought I was never going to get out of here. My car’s stuck in the mud a little back... well I’m not quite sure exactly. And my Iphone is somewhere in there –“ here she gestured to the pit “- along with my shoes. I was trying to find a signal. I don’t suppose you have a phone I could use to call the AA?” Nancy smiled her most charming smile and tried to look less like an escaped mental patient.

It must have worked because the girl shook herself and smiled back, albeit rather nervously.

“No, I’m sorry. I don’t have own mobile.” She said in a broad geordie accent.

‘Don’t have a phone? Geez I knew Northerners were backwards about technology but seriously?’ Nancy kept this thought to herself however, and kept smiling.

“Oh, that’s okay then. Thanks anyway.” She turned to go.

“Wait. Sorry, you gave me a fright. Not many people come round here, at least not intentionally.” She laughed. “This is my land, and the farm house is not too far. You can come back with me and get cleaned up if you like. Then I’ll call the local garage and see if someone can pick your car up for you.”

“That would be great. Thank you so much Miss...” Nancy trailed off as she realised she didn’t even know her saviours name.

“Sally. Sally Quinn. I’d offer you my hand but I think I’m dirty enough as it is, no offence.

“None taken.” Here Nancy looked at the girl (Sally) and saw mud stains and dirt marked her own lightly freckled skin – though not to quite the extent as it did Nancy.
The two women fell into step and left the clearing in amicable conversation. Nancy was so distracted she didn’t even button her blouse.

_

“Here we are.” Sally had stopped outside a small barn conversion about ten minutes walk from the clearing. Nancy stared up at it with obvious distaste, it was a far cry from her palatial penthouse flat back in Whitechapel.

“It’s, um... lovely” she muttered, distinctly lacking sincerity. Sally seemed to sense this and her laughing blue eyes grew frosty.

“Yeah well. It’s no palace but it’s home i’nt it.” She ground out before stomping over in the direction of a hosepipe.

“I didn’t mean to offend you.” Nancy quickly placated, “I’m not from around here and I’m not used to the countryside.”

“I can see that,” Sally said with a raised eyebrow before unrolling the hose and fiddling with the tap. “Now hold still.”
“What? What are you doing?”

“You’re manky, and you’re not goin’ in the house like that. I’ve just washed the floor. I’ll rinse you off out here and get a towel – then you can go inside and have a shower.”

Nancy started backing away. “It’s okay, really. If you could just go inside and phone the garage, I’ll wait out here. I don’t want to trouble you.”

“Dinnat be daft, it gets freezing here on a night. Anyway, the garage closes at four and it’s half five now – there’s no guarantee Greg’ll come out this late at night so you might be best stoppin’ here till tomorrow.” At this Sally gave a final twist and water shot from the hose...

And straight at Nancy. It was freezing cold and for the second time that day Nancy found her nipples getting hard. She squealed and the mud was jettisoned from her body and the icy liquid caressed her breasts. The blouse was now clinging to her skin and free of most of the muck, so Sally directed the jet lower onto the skirt. The stream slid even lower, shooting at her pussy and causing her to moan and squeeze her legs together with pleasure. She couldn’t be sure, but Nancy was convinced she’d seen a wicked glint in Sally’s eye as she did this but as soon as she tried to ask the jet reached the ground and the other woman was calling her.

“Turn around!” she yelled over the roar of the hose, and Nancy obliged. The treatment was repeated on her back and soon she was clean again. Well as clean as she was going to get any way.

The water had left her shivering, yet oddly aroused as she recognised the tingling she’d felt earlier whilst in the mud. Nancy was confused. Had being filthy turned her on? She had no time to ponder this however as Sally ran over and wrapped her in a huge towel, rubbing her arms to try and generate some heat.

“C’mon, let’s get you in the warm.” Sally grabbed her arm and led her towards the house and through the kitchen. Nancy clutched the towel around her shoulders and tried to ignore the electricity running up and down her arm at Sally’s touch. There was something about her warm eyes and loud voice that made Nancy feel strange. But she didn’t lie women, she like men. Men with big cocks and even bigger bank accounts. Nancy’s crisis was suddenly interrupted by Sally’s voice.

“Here you go. Have a shower and warm up, I’ll get you something to wear. I think those clothes have seen better days don’t you?” She laughed and pushed Nancy gently towards the bathroom before turning on her heel.
Nancy was left in the doorway, thinking about the fact that no woman’s arse should look that gorgeous in baggy old overalls.

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Note from the author: Hi everyone – I decided to stop there because it had reached about two and a half thousand words and even I think that’s a bit long. I promise there will be more messy action in Chapter 2 – a lot more if I have my way, but hopefully not at the expense of a plot.

This is my first attempt at erotic fiction as well as my first messy story so I hope you’re not too disappointed!

More soon guys,

Annie xox

P.S In case anyone’s interested the song Sally sings is called ‘Summertime’ from the musical ‘Porgy & Bess’

[Grey]

Very nicely done. Quite impressed with it and don't think it's been too long at all

[Annie/Golightly]

I've decided to post chapters two and three together as Chapter two contains some wet, but no messy action. They were originally one big chapter but I felt there needed to be a break in the middle. Enjoy

Chapter 2:

When Nancy finally went into the bathroom she was shocked. She had assumed from the outside of the building that the bathroom would be small and old-fashioned. She thought it would be unlikely to have a bath, (maybe one attached to the shower if she was lucky) and everything would be that hideous olive green colour that was ever so popular in the 1970s. But no, the room she entered was spacious and light, not dark and dingy. It had a large shower in the corner and a deep claw footed tub in the centre of the room. A sink and toilet completed the set and everything was so WHITE. There were candles on the window sill and soft fluffy towels on the radiator, ‘Well, a girl has to have her vices...’ thought Nancy as she made her way over to the bath.

Turning the old fashioned taps, water gushed forth a filled the tub in record time with gorgeous, clean water. Although the little girl inside her relished the naughtiness of getting dirty, her adult side won over and she ripped her ruined outfit off and sank into the bath.

“Ahhh.” Nancy leant back and closed her eyes letting the sweet scent of blueberry bubble bath wash over her and the heat soothe her bruises from the trials of the day.
She didn’t even stir as the door clicked open and Sally’s voice rang out. “Nancy? Are you okay?”

Nancy just hummed, too blessed out to form words and Sally laughed. She walked over to the toilet and put something on the lid with a soft ‘flump’ causing Nancy to sit up.

“They were all I could find that would be long enough. They’ll probably too big but never mind.”
Nancy gazed at the pyjama bottoms Sally held with something akin to revulsion. They were clearly men’s’ and a bright turquoise, covered in leaping frogs.

Sally was staring at her, watching a water droplet slide down over her perfect breast before dropping from the nipple. The air was warm and thick, the heady atmosphere making time feel like it had stopped and in that one moment there was only the two of them and the electric fizzle of energy that existed between them. Nancy was proud of her body and felt no need to hide it so she looked back at Sally, smiling when the young woman blushed and stuttered that she’d go call the garage.

Nancy lay back as Sally left, closing her eyes once more and lifting a hand to her breast. She tweaked the hardened nipple and smiled, thinking back to how it had felt to be covered in mud – totally destroyed. There was the tingle again, and this time Nancy knew what it meant. She had liked it. She liked being filthy and wallowing in the mud like a pig in slop. She enjoyed coming completely undone from her normally prim and proper self and destroying the clothes she wore to work.
As she considered this, Nancy’s hand drifted lower across her flat stomach and towards her aching pussy. Finding her clit she thought about the slippery mud coating her skin all over again and sliding down her chest. She imagined pushed it up inside – making her filthy inside and out and she imagined sinking below the surface so that all she knew was the dark slippery caress of the mess.

The fantasy sent Nancy over the edge and before she knew it she had one hand massaging her breast and the other furiously sliding in and out of her wet, throbbing sex. It usually took a while for her to reach an orgasm but it seemed the mud had aroused her so much she climaxed a few moments later. She bit her lip to stop from crying out as the waves of pleasure assaulted her (she couldn’t risk alerting Sally) and furiously gripped the side of the bath, imagining the water was thick mud and she was releasing herself to it fully. She came and came again, the pleasure almost unbearable and making her hypersensitive to everything around her.

Panting and sated, Nancy climbed from the bath and dried off before slipping into the hideous pyjamas (no underwear) and making her way downstairs. She knew only one thing for certain – she had to get messy again, and soon!

~.~

Emerging at the bottom of the stairs into a pale yellow cluttered hallway, Nancy followed the sound of Sally’s voice into what seemed to be the kitchen. There was an old fashioned black telephone on the work top and sally was currently giggling and holding the receiver up to her ear, twirling the cord around her hand. Classic flirting pose.

Something that felt like jealousy fizzed through Nancy’s veins, leaving her as soon as it came and more confused than ever.

“Yeah Greg, that would be great. If you could tow it out ASAP and bring it to my place we’d both be very grateful. Ta love. Yeah, bye now. Bye.” Sally hung up.

“Greg says the garage is shut now, but him and Joe’ll go out first thing tomorrow morning and get it. They said they think they can find it easy and you should be ready to go by nine at the latest, that okay?”

“Yeah,” Nancy smiled. She was supposed to be at the meeting now but without her briefcase and Iphone she had no idea who to call to explain the situation. She decided her best bet would be to ring her office and get her assistant Monica to call the car company and reschedule for tomorrow afternoon, giving her enough time to find a Debenhams and get a new suit. “Thanks so much, could I make a quick call. Have to let work know where I am?”

“Sure, no problem. Just come straight through when you’re done – I thought you might be hungry so there’s a large pizza and some wine waiting for us in the sitting room.”

“Great.” Nancy grinned as Sally left the room, and then used the ancient phone to dial her office in London. With any luck Monica would still be there, after all it was only six.

“Hello?” a tired sounding voice answered on the third ring.

“Monica? Nancy. I’ve had a bit of car trouble and couldn’t make the meeting with Mr Johnson today. I want you to call him up and explain I’ve been delayed in Kendall due to circumstances beyond my control, but I’ll be there tomorrow lunch time to discuss the proposal face to face. Got that?”

“Ms Holloway I...”

“Good, and cancel all my appointments tomorrow, I won’t be back till late.”

“Yes, but Ms Holloway there’s...”

“And see if you can commandeer a better Sat Nav for the car, the one they gave me is bloody-“

“NANCY!” Monica yelled, stopping Nancy dead. “Sorry Ms Holloway, but I’ve been trying to tell you. Mr Graves got a call about half an hour ago from Mr Johnson. He was shocked at your rude behaviour in not turning up without any explanation, and so angry he’s given the deal to another company. Mr Graves is furious and you have to see him first thing Friday morning to explain yourself. Until then you’re suspended without pay. I’m so sorry.” Monica gabbled.

Nancy felt cold, when Mr Graves got angry he was angry with capital letters and size twenty font angry. That was one of the reasons why staff turnover was so high at ‘Alliance Advertising’ – you either got sacked, or were scared away. Numbly Nancy hung up the phone without saying goodbye and stumbled into the living room. She had six days to come up with a good enough story to keep her job. She was doomed.

“Hey, was thinkin’ I’d have to eat all this without you.” Sally grinned from the sofa as Nancy walked in. “Come on, get some food into you – God knows you look like you... What’s wrong?” she asked, seeing Nancy’s expression.

“I think I may have just lost my job.” Nancy said tonelessly.

“Aw no. Never mind, there’ll always be other jobs. Get that down your neck.” Sally said, handing over a massive glass of white wine before pouring one out for herself.

“Never mind? Never mind? How can you be so blasé about it. I could be unemployed right now!” Nancy said, feeling herself getting annoyed.

“Yeah, but you still got your health haven’t you. Now just sit down next to me, eat too much pizza, drink too much wine and relax. How long you got till you know for sure?”

“Six days.” Nancy slide down onto the sofa and necked the wine as if it was water. She wasn't supposed to eat pizza according to her personal trainer but she thought ‘what the hell!’ and grabbed a large slice.

“Six days, plenty of time.” Sally grinned, “You’ll be fine.”
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[Annie/Golightly]

Chapter 3

Eight hours later and Nancy climbed into the spare bed of the farmhouse, pleasantly drunk and full from too much pizza and ice cream. Sally had made her laugh until her sides ached and she forgot all about her impending doom.
A smile still on her face, Nancy hugged her pillow and began to dream...

~.~

She was in a clearing similar to the one from today. It was hot and Nancy could feel herself start to sweat again – perspiration running down her forehead and pooling around her breasts. Looking down, Nancy saw she was wearing her favourite evening dress – a long white satin number with no back and a plunging neckline. Her arms were encased in white elbow length gloves and her legs in white stockings and stilettos. Without looking she could tell her hair was in an elaborate knot on her head, which all combined made her swelter as if she were in the Sahara.

The muddy pit in the centre of the clearing looked so cool and inviting so she stepped towards it.

“Not going to start without me are you?” a voice said, and Nancy turned to find Sally standing and grinning behind her. She was wearing the dungarees again, but this time her feet were bare and she wasn’t wearing a shirt.

“Are you naked under there?” Nancy asked, but Sally just smirked mischievously and stepped closer. Before Nancy knew what had happened Sally’s hands were on her, squeezing her breasts and caressing her bum. Sally tugged her closer and crushed their lips together. She tasted of wine and chocolate and the promise of sex.

As they pulled away to gasp in much needed oxygen, Nancy reached for the straps of Sally’s dungarees but was slapped away immediately.

“Uh-uh. Clothes on first. More fun that way.” Sally winked and caressed Nancy’s face before pulling her towards the mud. “Watch me.”

Sally walked into the mire so she was ankle deep, wiggling her legs and sinking to her shins and hitting the bottom of the pool. “Now you.”

She held out her hand and Nancy walked into the muck, feeling her dress stick to the surface and rise up slightly before plastering itself to her stocking-clad ankles. Sally stepped closer and dipped her hand beneath the fabric, running it along Nancy’s bikini line but drawing away before reaching her pussy.

“Going commando are we. You naughty girl.” Sally surged forward and smashed their bodies together again, rubbing their breasts against each other and fisting her hands in the back of Nancy’s dress.

Nancy was going crazy. She’d never kissed a woman before, but had also never felt this much passion and need. The body under her hands was softer and rounder than she was used to, and the height difference meant she had to stoop but as her hands slid beneath the denim and found that Sally was braless with nipples hard as bullets, she felt so aroused she was writhing on the spot.

Still kissing fiercely, Nancy reached up and undid the straps of the dungarees and let the fabric fall forward to hang at her waist. Sally’s large breasts bobbed free and pressed against Nancy’s stomach. Pulling back, Nancy slid down her body before taking a nipple into her mouth and sucking greedily.

Sally’s moan was so strong it sent a vibration through her whole frame, and spurred Nancy on. But before she could continue Sally stopped her and wriggled down so they were at eye level again.

“I want to cover you in mud and the fuck you so hard you won’t know your own name. Is that alright with you?”

“Oh God yes!”

“Brilliant.”

Sally placed her hands of the others’ shoulders and shoved, sending her tumbling back with a wet splat and a shower of muck.

“You bitch!” Nancy gasped as she sank into the earth and spat mud from her lips. Her back was covered but the front still remained relatively clean. Sally would have to remedy that. Laughing, she dropped to her knees and crawled towards Nancy’s prone form, straddling her waist and gripping her thighs tightly. Sally was wet, Nancy could tell and so was she if the heat between her own legs was anything to go by.

Grabbing two fistfuls of mud, Sally smeared it in long tracks down the front of the evening dress before grabbing more and coating the inside. The beautiful dress was now an unrecognisable brown splodge against the few areas of Nancy’s skin that weren’t caked in mud. Slapping one last handful against Nancy’s crotch, Sally sat back and admired her work.

“Hmmm... well no point in keeping this wreck anymore is there?” she grinned and grabbed both sides of the dress, tugging hard. With a loud “Rrrrip,” the fabric tore and fell apart leaving Nancy on her back in the filth, practically naked save for her stockings and heels.

“Oh, you have NO idea how sexy you look right now!” Sally groaned, rubbing her breasts against Nancy and giving them a light coating of mud in the process. “However, you’re still a bit too clean...” Sally surveyed the body before grinning and pushing Nancy’s head back below the surface of the pool. The mud closed over her eyes and mouth and the world went black.

All Nancy could feel was her heart beating against her chest and the heavy weight of the woman astride her. She could have stayed in this bliss forever, if she hadn’t needed to breathe so with a gasp and lurch she sat up and the world slammed back around her. Sally was there cleaning her eyes and nose before plundering her mouth with a passionate kiss – uncaring of the mud now coating her bare breasts and face.

After the kiss, Nancy looked at Sally and was hit with such a wave of lust. She wanted to pounce on her, rip the clothes from her body and make her beg for release. Before she could put her plan into action however she was aware of something rubbing the outside of her swollen sex. She looked down to see Sally’s hand running over the neatly trimmed hair of her mound and dipping ever closer to her slit. Without warning, Sally plunged her muddy fingers inside Nancy, thrusting violently and turning her on so much she could barely breathe.

“I’m going to make you cum for me,” Sally smiled before lowering her mouth to Nancy’s messy breast and tweaking the sensitive nub between her teeth.

Rocking and writhing in the filth, it couldn’t be more than five minutes later that Nancy felt the pulse of her orgasm reach it’s peak and she exploded, showering Sally’s fingers with her juices and fisting her free hands it Sally’s hair, coating it in mud.

Pulling back, Sally raised her sticky hand to her mouth and licked the fingers clean one by one. “Yum,” she smirked, “You taste divine.”

Still panting on the floor, Nancy took advantage of Sally’s distraction to flip her over. It was her turn to get filthy. Slicking back her matted hair, Nancy grabbed some more mud and smeared it in Sally’s face and hair before slithering down her body and taking the dungarees with her. This revealed Sally’s pussy, covered in a thick coating of brown hair which look untidy when placed next to Nancy’s own trimmed bush. As if sensing this, Sally tried to desperately hide it but Nancy stopped her and smiled.

“Your pussy looks good enough to eat.”She smirked and lowered her face to the sopping wet mound. Nancy had never performed oral on another woman before, but really, how hard could it be? Taking a deep breath she plunged her face forwards and slid her tongue into the warm slit. Sally screamed and threw her head back, thrusting desperately against Nancy’s face and forcing her tongue deeper against the woman’s muddy clit.

Nancy could tell Sally was reaching her climax from the clenching of her thighs against her head, and no sooner had this happened then Sally gasped and came, grinding their bodies into the mud.

When both girls had caught their breath, they lay in the mud like filthy pigs in slop. The mud was caked in their hair and their pussies were matted with a mixture of mud and the product of their orgasms. Still wet and wanting to feel the mud even more, Nancy was about to suggest a second go when...

~.~

...She sat up in bed. Her breathing was erratic and she was sweating heavily. Had she really just dreamt about sex with another woman? Another woman she had only known for a matter of hours?

Reaching a hand down under the covers and feeling her pyjamas she could tell they were wet. The scene may have been a dream but the feelings clearly weren’t. She wanted to get messy again, preferably with Sally, and preferably soon. These thoughts probably should have freaked her out but she’d not had sex with anyone for nearly a year so she was happy to take anything she could get.
Nancy rolled over and looked at the clock – 7am. ‘Well,’ she thought, ‘might as well get up and face the day.’

~.~

[Grey]

Wow...just wow.

Even if part 2 didn't have any mess it was still a great read. The love for the mud is quite obvious in these stories. Please keep writing (mud, wet, whatever)

[Annie/Golightly]

XD

^ My face actually did that for a good five minutes thanks to you!

I'll keep writing as long as I have ideas and people are reading it

Thanks for your kind feedback

Annie xx

[Annie/Golightly]

Chapter 4:

The smell of frying bacon drew Nancy into the warm, cosy kitchen. Sally was standing at the hob, cooking breakfast in her pyjamas. She smiled when she saw Nancy enter.

“Morning sleepy head, was just about to come an’ wake you. Will bacon and egg be okay, only I’ve run out of sausage?”

“Umm... I don’t usually bother with breakfast, a cup of tea will be fine.”

“Don’t bother with breakfast? No wonder there’s nowt on you.” Sally looked scandalised, “You need to get some meat on your bones. It’ll be ready in about ten minutes.”

“Okay mother,” Nancy relented, “Hey, can I borrow your computer. I need to email the job I may or may not have.”

“Yeah, no problem. It’s in the back room, through the hall and to the left.”

“Thanks.” Nancy quickly found the room and sat in front of the huge monitor. Booting it up, she couldn’t help but feel a little guilty that she’d lied to her host. Finding Google she typed in ‘mud fetish’ and up popped thousands of images. One of a naked woman up to her breasts in mud caught her eye and she clicked on it, ending up at a website that specialised in erotic films of women playing in mud. A nice career option, Nancy thought, if she did end up getting sacked.
She was about to click back and follow some more links when she became aware of a soft tickling sensation on the back of her neck. Gasping, she went to close the window but a hand stopped her and Sally’s voice rang out –

“No, leave it on. I love this site.”

“You what?” Nancy turned the swivel chair to face the other woman and gaped at her.

“I love this site.” She repeated, smiling. “Breakfast’s done.”

And for the second time in as many days, Nancy was left staring at Sally’s shapely posterior as she swept out of the room.

~.~

The tension at breakfast was so thick you could cut it with a butter knife and serve it on the toast. Both women ate in silence, the only noise the ticking of the clock on the wall.

“It doesn’t have to be mud you know.”

Nancy jumped, “Pardon?”

“You can get messy with other things, not just mud.”

“Oh... right.” Nancy nodded and stared vehemently at her eggs, trying not to blush or squirm.

“It turns you on doesn’t it, getting messy. The feeling of being utterly destroyed by filth so you’re unrecognisable. I mean, you seem the type of girl to be always perfectly turned out so I bet the contrast is... stunning.” With the last comment, Sally winked and started clearing away the plates.

“I was curious,” Nancy felt herself admitting. Sally was just so friendly, she felt like she could tell her anything and not be judged. “Yesterday I felt... something when I was covered in that muck. I work in an office where everyone has to look perfect all the time – especially if you’re a woman. Being messy like that, especially when I couldn’t stop it, it was brilliant!”

“Hmm, interesting. I think I have something you might like... come on!” Grabbing Nancy’s hand, Sally gave a tug and pulled the red head through into the living room and onto the sofa.

Popping a DVD into the machine, Sally grabbed the remote and hit play.

An image flashed up of a girl in a pretty cream dress and high heels. She had pearls around her neck and in her ears, looking exactly like Nancy did when her mother forced her to go to Sunday service. Her wrists were handcuffed to a pipe above her head, and her long blonde hair hung in front of her face. There was a noise off screen and the girl turned, flipping her hair out of the way.

It was Sally. Nancy almost gasped out loud – she was gorgeous when she got dressed up. Her face was subtly made up, making her blue eyes look huge and her rosy cheeks glow. Her lips were pink, plump, and utterly kissable. If Nancy really was into women, she decided there were worse people to discover it with.

Another thud off screen and a man appeared. Tall and muscular with spiked black hair, he approached Sally wheeling a trolley. It was laden with jugs and bowls, a few cakes lumped in for good measure.

The stranger seemed to be deliberating over the items, before choosing a cream pie. Walking over to Sally, he looked her up and down before slamming the pie into her pretty face. Cream splattered up the wall behind her and down over the front of her dress as well as engulfing her head. Pulling the plate away he tenderly cleared her eyes and nose so she could breathe.
“Good?” he asked her.

“The best.” Sally grinned through the cream mask she wore, her beautiful make-up beyond salvation.

The man picked up the next item (a large jug) and held it aloft. “You know where this is going don’t you?”

Sally nodded and gasped as the jug of custard was upended over her head. Rivers of yellow glop washed away the cream before running over her breasts and dripping off the hem. Immediately grabbing two bottles of sauce (strawberry and chocolate) he squeezed them and shot jets of the sticky liquid at Sally. Moving them all over the front of her dress, then moving behind her to give her back the same treatment, he finished by drawing lines up and down her stockings.

Walking up to her, he ran a finger over the curve of her breast (causing her nipples to become visible) he tasted some of the sauce and grinned. “You’re almost good enough to eat.”

Sally shuddered and rattled the handcuffs as he picked up some soft ice cream and used his hand to fill her bra and the top of her dress. It bulged in places and Sally gasped as it slithered over her skin.

“Cold?” Sally could only nod.

“Right my darling, I think it’s time we showed the camera a bit more of what makes you such a horny little slut okay?” Nodding again, Sally bit her lip and opened her legs.

The man grabbed a can of spray cream and placed the nozzle between her pussy lips, pushing the plunger and shooting the cream straight up inside her. Sally screamed and writhed in her cuffs, and Nancy could tell she’d come from the look on her face – it was the same as she’d worn in the dream last night.

The man had produce a pair of scissors and quickly cut through the straps of her dress and up the back. It fell away revealing a set of lacy off-white bra and knickers, now liberally coated in ice cream and whipped cream. The man licked a stripe up Sally’s soft rounded stomach and across her breasts before pulling her into a passionate kiss that left her panting.

Standing behind her he then grabbed two pies (cherry) and pushed them onto her breasts, rubbing them around before pushing one up to her face and one down towards her pussy. Sally’s front was now a complete sticky mess of cherry syrup that made her look like the victim in a low budget horror movie. Nancy crossed her legs and tried to stop thinking about how it would feel make her new friend clean again using only her tongue.

The scissors were back, and the man quickly cut off the ruined underwear leaving Sally nearly nude and dripping mess in only a pair of stockings and unrecognisable high heels.

These were next to go as he placed two chocolate gateaux on the floor and lowered her bare feet into them. Sally giggled as she crushed the moist sponge with her toes and smeared the cake over the floor and up her own legs. The black haired man was still crouched on his haunches and suddenly a devilish smirk played over Sally’s face.

Raising her left leg slightly, she leant back a little and planted her messy foot straight in his face, sending him tumbling backwards with chocolate sponge covering him.

“You slut, I can see I haven’t taught you as well as I thought I had. I’ll have to punish you.” Climbing to his feet the man pulled out a white jar – mayonnaise. Sally tried to recoil but her hands were still trapped above her and she was powerless to resist as the bloke covered her one lovely hair in a mess of condiment, leaving it piled on her head in a reeking mess of rats’ tails.

An onslaught followed where Sally was coated in beans, brown sauce, Cake batter, Ketchup, Jam, more Custard and yogurt. Her perfect hair was ruined, her pale skin unrecognisable under the smelly slop coating it. Her pussy was dripping with her arousal and she quivered with need. As the final move, the dark haired guy pulled out a rather impressive cock and began to pump furiously in full view of the camera. His erection had been quite prominent throughout the film, and in no time at all he exploded, sending strings of come to join the other mess on Sally’s ruined body. She gasped at the contact and Nancy knew she was close to climaxing a second time.

Shaking with need, Sally looked at the stranger and pleaded, “Please Greg. Put your cock in me, I’m so filthy and horny.”

“Ummm...” the man cocked his head as if considering. “No, I don’t think I will if it’s all the same to you.” He grinned at the camera, “I love it when they beg.”

With a jaunty wink, Greg sauntered off camera leaving Sally shackled to the wall and squeezing her legs together with need. Her body trembled and her chest heaved, ample breasts bobbing up and down. And with one final gasp, the screen faded to black.

~.~

Back in the living room of the farmhouse Nancy had gone bright red and felt so hot, she was pretty sure you could fry an egg on her skin. Like after the dream last night, her pussy was dripping with arousal and her mind had gone to all sorts of un-catholic places during the film.

It hadn’t helped that the tiny sofa had forced Sally to sit so close to Nancy, she could smell the subtle scent of sweat and soap that still clung to her skin. She could hear he slightly laboured breathing in her ear and feel the heat from her skin where their shoulders touched. For a moment they both sat there staring at the blank TV screen.

“Don’t worry, he came back when the camera was turned off.” Sally said, turning to Nancy. Their faces were so close their noses were almost touching.

“He came back, took me down and fucked me in the mess on the floor until I saw stars. Sploshing turns me on so much, it’s the best sex I’ve ever had.”

Nancy just nodded. Sploshing? Interesting.

Reaching a hand out toward her, Sally’s tucked a strand of red hair behind Nancy’s ear and smiled.

“Would you like to catch the live show?”

~.~

[Grey]

This is quite the enjoyable saga so far, covering all the bases too with the mess in each part too I see

So how much cherry pie filling needs to go on the 'please' for the next part?

[ssundae]

Oh I am liking this one! Please continue!!!

[Annie/Golightly]

Thanks Grey and Ssundae

Working on the next part at the moment, hopefully it'll be ready for New Year,

And if anyone's got any cherry pie filling well... I wouldn't say no ;D

xx

[Grey]

Just glad to know that there is another part on the way. Rather you do a quality job than a rush job

[Big Al]

What fantastic stories! Great read, look forward to more!

[Annie/Golightly]

This was supposed to be the penultimate chapter of part one but... It got long!! sorry. So here's chapter 5, to be follwed by two more chapters (The last of which is already written, it's just getting to it that's the problem.) Hope you all like it and HAPPY 2011!!

Annie xx

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Chapter 5:

“Would you like to catch the live show?”

Nancy licked her lips and nodded. “Yes,” she breathed, hardly daring to hope her fantasies may have been fulfilled so soon.

“Great. Who knows, there may even need to be a little... audience participation.” Sally winked and squeezed Nancy’s knee before jumping off the sofa and running from the room.

When Nancy made no move to follow, Sally popped her head back round the doorframe. “Are you coming or what?”

~.~

Sally led Nancy out of the house and into a small shed-like building a few metres away. She flicked on a light switch and Nancy’s mouth fell open in shock. The building was familiar, the pipe she’d seen Sally handcuffed to residing near the back wall. What shocked Nancy however was the sheer array of cans, bottles, tins and buckets surrounding a plastic paddling pool with a garden chair in the middle. In addition to this there was a large industrial fridge in the corner which was presumably used to store the items that needed to be kept chilled.

“Welcome to my den of iniquity.” Sally grinned, “Pick your poison.”

“Pardon?”

“What do you want to use?” Sally asked. “I’ve got custard, cream, beans, syrup - all the usual suspects. There’s paint over there in the corner, and of course the mud pit outside but it’s a fair walk. I don’t know about you but I was in the mood for something a little more... immediate.”

Nancy looked around the room and felt a jolt of pleasure run through her body.

“All of it. I want it all, and I want it now!”

“My my, we are eager. I like that in a girl!” Sally pulled Nancy down towards her and kissed her mouth, running her hands over Nancy’s front. “But first, we have to get you into something a little more suitable.”

Nancy looked at them both, Sally wearing old pyjama shorts and a shirt that hung off one shoulder, and herself still in the hideous frog pyjamas. “Isn’t what we’re wearing fine? I mean, this way it won’t matter if it gets ruined.”

Sally grinned, “My dear, ruining the outfit is half the fun. I’ve got some clothes in the back wardrobe, go and pick something out.”

“Okay, um... what should I wear?”

“Surprise me!”

~.~

The back wardrobe was a testament to Sally’s carefree personality, clothes were heaped everywhere, hats hung from pegs in the walls, shoes lay abandoned on the floor.

Stepping over to a promising looking pile, Nancy picked up a tartan pleated mini-skirt. Seeing a pair of thick rimmed plastic glasses on the table nearby, she had an idea...

~.~

“Took you long enough!” Sally complained, when Nancy finally emerged. It was her turn to look surprised though as she drank in Nancy’s appearance. The tartan skirt she’d found had been paired with a white shirt that knotted under her breasts and black hold up stockings. Her feet were clad in black patent leather shoes with a three inch platform that left her towering over her shorter companion. Black lacy underwear finished off the outfit, and on her head she wore a straw boater and the plastic glasses. Her flame red hair had been tamed into bunches leaving her looking like a school girl who had misunderstood the uniform policy. Badly.

For her own part, Sally had gone the other route and worn a floor length strapless ball gown. It was white with a turquoise bustier and a gigantic poufy skirt, made with about seven layers of net and lace. Her short hair was pinned back and she’d even managed to apply a full coat of make-up and some white elbow length gloves.

“You’re not seriously going to destroy that are you?” Nancy asked in shock.

“Why not? I’m probably never going to wear it again, and won’t you enjoy messing this up, it’s so white and pretty.”

Sally was right, Nancy could feel her pussy start to moisten at the thought of getting Sally filthy, then ripping the dress straight from her gorgeous body.

“Right, where do we start then?”

“Well, why don’t you sit in the chair and we’ll see what we can do. That uniform really is unsuitable for wear in my house... it’s far too clean!”

And no sooner had Nancy sat down then she felt a large fluffy cream pie impact the back of her head. Cream exploded around her, splattering her face and chest. Three more followed, one to either side, and one directly to the face leaving Nancy blind and deaf to the world around her. She was about to lift her hands to wipe some of the cream away when she heard a click and a rattle. Tugging, Nancy realised her hands had been handcuffed to the arms of the garden chair. Sally had her completely trapped.

“Wouldn’t want you trying anything too soon.” Sally said, leaning in to kiss her firmly and clean the cream from her eyes and the plastic glasses.

Next, Sally took the boater and filled it to the brim with thick red jam and rammed it back onto Nancy’s head. The sticky jam fell in thick clumps onto Nancy’s shoulders, sullying her relatively clean shirt. This wouldn’t last for much longer, as Sally grabbed a carton of rice pudding and pulled out the front of her shirt and bra.

“Nice underwear,” she smiled and slowly filled both cups with the thick pudding before letting the fabric slap back into place and rubbing her breasts through her shirt. Nancy could only moan and wiggle at the delicious sensation of the thick cream and lumpy rice caressing her hard nipples and sliding down to land in a wet pile in her lap.

Grabbing Nancy’s feet, Sally slid off her shoes and filled one with chopped banana, the other with baked beans. Positioning them on the floor, she stood back and watched as Nancy slid her feet back into the shoes and squashed the mess with her toes. It felt like heaven to Nancy, wriggling her digits in the slimy banana and lumpy beans.

Continuing with her legs, Sally picked up some yoghurt and drizzled it upwards towards the hem of her skirt, before continuing back down until her legs were just a mess of white, the black stockings completely gone. Pulling off the banana-filled shoe, Sally crouched down and took Nancy’s foot in hand. She rubbed and caressed the slippery limb before licking the sole and taking the toes into her mouth. Nancy gasped and giggled as Sally cleaned her foot, her friend’s tongue tickling lightly against her sensitive skin.

She’d always liked having her toes touched, and she was desperate to feel something against her eager pussy, but with her hands tied and Sally otherwise occupied it looked as though she would have to wait a while. It was exquisite torture and Nancy never wanted it to end.

Picking up a large white ice cream cake, Sally came back over to the paddling pool. “Stand up!” she commanded, and Nancy struggled as far out of her seat as she could manage, leaving a five inch gap between her pussy and the plastic surface of her chair. Some of the rice pudding was dislodged by this action and landed in the plastic pool with a soft ‘plop’ splattering the hem of Sally’s gown slightly.

Stepping closer, Sally slid the cake onto the chair and helped Nancy get into position above it. “Now, when I say ‘Go’ I want you to sit straight into the cake. Crush it flat with your pussy. Can you do that?”
Nancy nodded, feeling her pussy tingle in anticipation.

“Go.”

Nancy dropped back into the seat and ice cream exploded around her. The Cold cake shot up into her pussy and arse through her knickers, making her gasp at the contact and orgasm instantly, crying out and gripping the chair. When she’d come, she slithered around the surface of the chair, feeling the cream and cake slide up around her thighs and back. She was so lost in ecstasy she almost missed the click as her hands were released and she was pulled into a standing position. Sally smiled and pulled her closer to plunder her mouth, one hand cradling her messy head while the other slid beneath the waistband of her skirt and knickers to tease at her creamy mound. Nancy moaned into the kiss, her own arms landing on Sally’s waist and squeezing tightly.

Pulling away far too soon (in Nancy’s opinion,) Sally picked up a yellow tub and said, “One last treat, then it’s my turn. Take off your skirt and turn around.”

Nancy complied eagerly, unzipping the slimy skirt and tossing it out of the pool. She noticed Sally lick her lips as her once black knickers were revealed. They were now coated in a thin layer of cream and rice pudding, shining in the light from the overhead lamp.

Turning around, Nancy felt a hand on her back forcing her to bend over, as Sally lifted her hand and smaked Nancy's bum hard, turning the cheeks a soft red colour and making Nancy bite her lip in pleasure.

A thick, greasy substance was dropped into the seat of her knickers until they were full to brimming, at which point Sally pulled the knickers up into her crack causing the mess to be forced deep inside Nancy and her knees to start to tremble. With a final smack to her bum cheeks with a spare pie, Sally let her go and Nancy fell to the floor in a panting heap. Sliding her own hand into her knickers, Nancy identified the greasy substance as,

“Butter?”

“One of my favourite messy things,” Sally confirmed, “It’s so slippery and thick.”

Sally had managed to stay relatively clean throughout this endeavour. Her gloves were covered to the wrists from rubbing mess into Nancy’s body, and the front of her gown was splashed and marked into places from close contact. On the whole though, she wasn’t nearly messy enough which is why Nancy picked up a large tin of golden syrup and advanced towards her.
~.~

[Grey]

Yummy, and nice addition with the messy spanking in there Also enjoyed the creativity with mixing the bananas with the beans in the socks, a nice touch there.

Bonus marks for getting a boater hat in there too

[Annie/Golightly]

Bonus marks for getting a boater hat in there too

Thank you I felt a boater was necessary as I've always wanted to mess one up!!

I've got one myself but I wear it every day so it's vital it stays clean boo!