I'm driving back from a family visit across the country with my beautiful girlfriend Skye. It was an exhausting weekend, having to deal with all the family parties, gossip, games and traditions. Both of us could really use a breather, but we both have full days tomorrow, so we've been up since four in the morning to be able to get home today.
The road trip started off fine. We didn't forget anything for a change, and we made good pace for the first few hours. We already knew that a hefty storm was brewing, but based on the weather reports from this morning it seemed as if we would be home before things got bad. As the day wore on though, it was becoming clear that we were not going to be lucky. We had a lovely lunch at a diner a few minutes off the highway, but not long after we could already see the storm approaching in the rear view mirrors. It wasn't long before the trees were swaying heavily, and maintaining a straight line on the road was harder as gusts of wind were pushing the car around. Things were still looking fine for half an hour or so after that, but while checking for the latest weather updates and road information, Skye let me know that at some point further up our route the storm had caused an accident, and we had to leave the main road. With our reduced pace and the weather getting worse and worse, it was becoming clear we were not going to make it home today.
At this point we are in some trouble. We didn't really expect to have to stay anywhere overnight, and as it is the final day of the long weekend, pretty much every place to stay within reach of the major highway is booked. Skye has been looking online for a place to stay for hours whenever we have a signal, but she's been struggling to find any free rooms. Suddenly she turns to me.
"Hey Devon! I think I found something! Let me show you."
I pull over to the side of the road so I can take a look as well, as driving in a small car in these conditions is taking my full concentration.
Skye leans over to me the place on her phone. "It's a small log cabin, only half an hour drive away from here. We won't make it back home until lunch if we sleep here, but I guess we'll just have to deal with it. Not much else we can do with this storm anyway."
"It's not that expensive either" I reply, as I scroll through the pictures on her phone. "Though I'm not sure if we'll have internet. Or even electricity." This elicits a slight chuckle from Skye.
"Oh, come on, it's not that bad. I'm sure we'll live without social media for an evening." She follows this up with a quick peck on the check, which still makes me blush a bit.
As neither of us were particularly looking forward to sleeping in the car, and it didn't seem likely we'd find another place, we decided to give the owner of the cabin a call. It doesn't take long for the phone to be picked up.
"Hello, this is Mike."
"This is Devon. We got stuck due to the storm and we are looking for a place to stay the night. Is your cabin still available?"
"I'm so sorry to hear that. My cabin is still free for tonight. It is quite far from the major road and from any attractions, so people don't tend to rent it very often."
"That is welcome news for sure. We are about half an hour away. I know it's still a bit early, but could we already settle in?"
"That's actually really convenient for me. I have some plans for tonight and tomorrow, so I'll show you around and give you the keys, and then I'll be on my way."
"Great! See you in half an hour then."
I hang up the phone and look at Skye with a big smile on my face. "It seems we have a place to stay tonight." I say to her, relieved.
"Yeah, and the cabin looks really cozy too, I wonder what it will be like to sleep in the middle of the woods." She leans into my shoulder while we watch the rain thundering down on the windshield.
"Well, might as well get going then and see what we got." I say, as we get back on the road for our final stretch today.
As we are starting to get close to the cabin, the navigation tells us to get off the main road and onto a dirt track, which the storm is already actively turning into a giant muddy ditch.
"I didn't realise the cabin wasn't even on a real road, this is really in the middle of nowhere. I really hope our car can make it through… and back." Skye says, somewhat nervously.
"If you want we can always cancel, drive on and see how far we get." I say, though my voice makes clear I'm really not looking forward to driving deep into the night in a large storm.
"No, I'm sure it will be fine. All we really need is a place to sleep, and I'm sure the road won't get to bad, so it doesn't really matter. The car will need a good wash though when we get back."
As we approach the actual cabin we notice a large pickup truck is already there, and a friendly looking bearded man is waving at us, sheltered from the rain under an overhang of the cabin. We park next to the pickup and get out of the car.
"You must be Devon!" The man, who I assume is our host Mike, says excitedly. "Here, let me show you guys around. I'm Mike by the way"
We lock the car, greet him and follow him on a short tour of the grounds.
"As you can see, the cabin itself isn't super impressive, but the location is brilliant." Mike speaks rapidly and excitedly with a big smile on his face throughout, despite the gloominess of the weather. "There are two rooms, the living room and the bedroom. The heating comes from the fireplace, which is in the living room. There is plenty of dry firewood stocked inside, which you are free to use. There is running water and electricity, but sadly no shower. You'll have to use the sink in the kitchen to wash up."
After he shows us around the cabin he gets ready to leave. "Should you have the time and the weather clear up, you should totally take a walk in the woods here. There is a beautiful waterfall only a few minutes that way, a small lake where you can fish if you enjoy that and plenty of well maintained trails."
We thank him for showing us around and he hands us the keys. "Just leave the keys inside when you leave, I can just use my spare when I get back, and then you can leave whenever is convenient for you. You already have my number if you need anything from me."
He gets in is truck and drives off, leaving us to ourselves in the cabin.
"Now that we're here, it actually does seem really nice, doesn't it." Skye smiles at me, and I smile back.
"Yeah, but I'm starting to get hungry. let's put our stuff in the cabin, and get some dinner."
A little while later we arrive back at the cabin with some pizza, which we eat in front of the fire while we share a warm woolen blanket. Skye turns to me, wiping some tomato sauce off her lips. "Well, this is not quite what I had in mind for tonight, but I'm certainly not complaining. Sitting in front of a warm fire with my favorite person enjoying some bad food"
"Mm-hm" I respond with a mouth full of hot pizza.
"I feel so lucky for having you, you really are the best". She cuddles up to me and puts her head on my shoulder, breathing warmly into my neck.
"Says you." I reply, while secretly beaming with happiness inside.
The storm had been getting significantly worse, but suddenly a flash of lightning and a load roar of thunder interrupt us, and the lights flash once and then turn off. Skye hugs me closely and sighs. "At least the fire gives us all the light we need. There are probably also some candles around if we need them."
"I'll go look for them" I say, as I get up from under the blanket, Skye reluctantly letting go of my arm. It doesn't take me long to find some candles and matches, and I bring them to the couch, so we can light them before we douse the fire for the night and lose all light.
I crawl back under the blanket. "Are you scared of the storm?" I whisper to Skye.
"No", she whispers back. "but everything has been a bit much over the past few days. I guess I'm just a bit tense."
I motion for her to sit in front of me and start massaging her shoulders. She moans slightly as I massage out the bigger knots. When I get to her back she tells me to wait for a second, and takes off her top. As she catches me staring at her she giggles and playfully tosses it in my face.
"Now you have proper access, so I can enjoy it more." She says teasingly.
"Let me see if there is anything here I can use as massaging oil" I reply, getting up again to look around the cupboards.
There isn't really much stuff in the cabin, but I at least manage to find some olive oil and bring it back. She looks at me slightly curiously. "What?" I say. "Olive oil makes a good massaging oil."
"Oh really? You're not just saying that because it's the only thing you found are you? Isn't it meant for cooking?"
"Not really, olive oil is also good for your skin, or so an old friend of mine told me. Are you okay with me using it?"
"Sure, I guess. Let me at least lay down comfortably first." She stretches out and lays on her belly on the couch, on top of her shirt, so no oil will get on the couch itself. I put some oil on my hands and start rubbing it into her back.
"Hmm, that feels really good actually. And it smells good too. I might ask you to do this more often." I smile and reply. "Really? I mean, I haven't even started the massage yet."
I start using my palms and elbows to push on the muscles in her back. In no time I'm hearing nothing but a series of small purrs, whimpers and gasps as a mix of pleasure and relief goes through her body. After a while, when I feel like I've gotten her body relaxed I stop and sit up straight. She keeps laying down but seems a bit disappointed.
"Shall I do your arms too?" I ask. She nods and I motion for her to sit in front of me again. I put some more of the oil in my hands and start rubbing it into her arms and shoulders. The light of the campfire glistens beautifully off of her oiled upper body. I stare a little bit before continuing with the massage, pushing knots out of her arms and shoulders, and loosening her wrists. When I'm done I clasp her oily hands with mine and pull her in for a kiss. She graciously accepts and our bodies hug closely while we kiss for several minutes.
"Do you want a massage as well?" She leans in, whispering in my ear.
"Sure, I could use it." I reply. "I guess I'm more stiff than I noticed. Sitting in a car all day really does that to you."
I go and sit cross legged in front of the couch on a cushion with Skye behind me and take off my shirt. Suddenly I feel her pouring some of the oil directly from the bottle onto my back. I shiver for a second, not expecting it at all. The way the oil runs down my back is really satisfying though, and sends another shiver down my spine. She doesn't realise I actually enjoyed the feeling, and only saw me shiver, and immediately apologises.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't know so much would come out at once! Let me go get a paper towel to clean you up." As she moves to get up though, I grab her arm to hold her down. I sigh and tell her "That's why you always pour the oil into your own hands first. Then you have much more control over how much you use. Though to be honest, I kind of like the feeling of the oil on my back." I say while blushing.
"Oh do you now?" She says teasingly. "Well, I guess you wont mind this then." Right as she says that, she pours another dash of olive oil over my shoulders and back, some of which starts running over my chest. I start blushing even more. At times like this the intimate connection we have really shows. She reads me so well. I relax as she starts massaging the oil into my skin. As much as I joked to her about how to massage, she really does know what she is doing. Within minutes I feel like a happy, oil-covered gelatinous blob, warm and toasty in front of the fire.
When she finishes massaging my back and shoulders I get on the couch next to her, and with a quick flew glances, we let each other know that we are both quite comfortable in our oiled and shirtless states, and we can cuddle a bit more before cleaning up and heading to bed. The feeling of our oiled skins sliding over each other makes the gentle exploration of our hands over each others body feel much more intimate. It's obvious that both of us are getting very tired though and before too long we quickly wash up a bit to get most of the oil off our skins.
We haven't been maintaining the fire all this time, so it is running low, but we still douse it as we light a candle and head to the bedroom. We both get into bed, huddle up and blow out the candle.
I'm already almost asleep when I just catch Skye whisper something. "That was really fun and relaxing. I hope we get to do it again sometime." I grunt in agreement and quickly drift off to sleep.
I don't remember having slept this well in months! I stretch and roll over, when I immediately notice that Devon is no longer where I left him last night, in bed next to me. I slowly open my eyes, and to my horror, it is already very much light outside. I haphazardly throw on some clothes and rush into the living room.
"Why didn't you wake me sooner! there is no way I'm getting to work before lunch now!"
He looks at me apologetically, with that super cute face of his and pulls a wry smile. "It doesn't look like we're even going to be able to get back home today at all. I had a chat with Mike on the phone this morning, as several trees and large branches have fallen down on the road here. Apparently the local government is way to busy fixing the power and dealing with the major road to clear it anytime soon. He has a chainsaw and with his truck he can free up the road so we can get out, but he won't be back in town until tomorrow morning. Soooo…, it looks like we're stuck until then. As soon as I realised that, I decided to just let you sleep, as you seemed pretty tired yesterday. And you just look so cute and vulnerable when sleeping."
It takes a second to sink in, and this means I'll have to take off a full day, but I guess there is nothing I can do about it. While I'm thinking to myself Devon comes up to me.
"How about this. You can take your time and get up at whatever pace you want, while I start preparing breakfast. I went over to the closest town and got us some bread from the bakery, and some other things at the supermarket." I look over to the door of the cabin and notice his muddy boots and soaked jacket. I blush as I realised he did all of that despite the fact that it's still raining outside, and a significant part of the walk is along the muddy track we drove yesterday, while he let me sleep in. I'll have to do something nice for him to thank him later. I head back to the bedroom and wash up with a washcloth and put on some proper clothes.
I silently sneak out of the bedroom while Devon is busy grabbing some food out of the bags and frying an egg and sneak up right behind him. When he is a bit away from the hot pan I hug him from behind and hold my hands over his eyes. He startles a bit, but I guess I've done this a few too many times now, as he doesn't really jump anymore like the first time. He sighs and turns around and says with a mocking strictness in his voice: "That means no treat for you today Skye" while wagging his finger like a schoolteacher. I put on a fake pout and moments later we both burst out laughing. "How about you help me bring the food to the table, since you seem to be full of energy."
Breakfast is absolutely delicious. I don't know how he does it, but Devon can make something absolutely amazing with just a few simple ingredients, even on just a small burner gas stove. As we are digging into the meal we start talking about what we are going to do today. "I've looked around the cabin, and there isn't really anything to do here. There is no cards or board games, and only a few boring books, that I at least don't really feel like reading." Devon sighs. "Not that I'd really be that much in the mood for games considering we just got away from a full weekend of them." I nod in agreement while chewing on an amazing piece of egg and bacon toast. "We can't even drive somewhere nearby to visit a mountain or a museum or anything."
"I guess that just means we have to explore the area then!" I say excitedly. "Maybe we can find somewhere cool near the cabin to spend our day at."
Devon however doens't seem as enthused. "You do realise it's still raining right. We didn't really pack any hiking gear, so I don't really feel comfortable going far into the woods in these conditions."
"Oh come on, a bit of rain won't hurt us." I respond teasingly. "Besides, we don't have to go far. I just kind of want to see what's around the cottage. We only got here in the dark last night, I haven't even seen it from the outside! Plus, there have to be some cool spots in the forest, even nearby. It sure beats sitting inside all day waiting for time to pass."
Devon seems to be coming around to my idea. "We also spent all weekend inside, and probably won't get out during the week either, so we might as well make use of the opportunity. I know you love getting fresh air, and rain hasn't stopped us from going on hikes in the past."
"Fine." Devon finally gives in. "But if we end up cold and drenched back here in an hour I'm blaming you." He adds with a wry smile.
We put on our coats and head outside. It is still raining harder than it seemed through the window. The wind has died down a lot though, and it is significantly warmer now. Devon follows me outside and locks the door behind us, putting the key in his pocket. "So, which way do you want to go?" He asks me.
I take a look around the cabin. The gurgling stream nearby is slightly overflowing its banks, turning a large part of the forest to the south into a mixed field of mud and rapidly flowing cold water. Our access road heading north runs parallel to another stream, which empties out into the main stream, so we can't really head east either. The forest all around is quite dense, so it looks like we will be relatively well protected from the rain under the trees. "Well, I don't think we have much choice. Let's just walk into the woods in the northwest and see if we can come across a trail or something."
It doesn't take long before we find a trail. It is fairly wet and muddy, but even our relatively light shoes are able to handle it, as the trails seems well maintained. We follow it for a while, and it quickly leads us back to the main stream. We turn the corner and see a beautiful waterfall gushing water into a cute little pool in the middle of the forest. To my dismay though, the trail is clearly meant to ford the stream here, and with the current amount of water flowing through, that is not going to happen.
"As we can't really go any further, and this is quite a nice spot, how about we rest here a bit." I suggest. Devon nods, and we find a somewhat dry rock under some trees with a good view of the waterfall to sit on. The sound of the running water is lovely and calming, and it seems that even the sun has taken this moment to start appearing slightly through the clouds, giving us a small amount of its warmth as the rain slows to a patter. Devon also seems to enjoy himself, as he is laying back with his eyes closed. Suddenly I get an idea.
I even heard her coming. I just was naive enough to think she was just going to pull the same trick she did earlier. I was just laying back and enjoying the strengthening sun, as I feel two cold and wet streaks dragged across my face. I open my eyes and see her face hovering just above mine, as she gives me a quick peck on the lips before pulling back and revealing her muddy hands, which she has just dragged across my now dirty face. She tilts her head a bit and seems curious as to what my reaction will be. I'm pretty dumbfounded and am just staring at her for a second.
I start to regain my senses as she notices I don't seem upset, and stoops down to grab some more mud. I instinctively hide behind the rock before she can throw it. "Aww, are you scared of a little mud~?" I hear her tease me as she approaches, though I hear some nervousness in her voice too. I pick up some mud from the ground next to me, feeling the wet and gloopy substance tickle between my fingers as I get ready to ambush her. We both jump out from behind the rock at the exact same time. I throw my mud at her, and land a glancing blow on her chest. Not a great hit, but at least I'm not the only one who's messy anymore.
As I reflect on my achievement, she pulls me in close, locking me in a hug. "So you think you can keep up with me huh" She taunts, before pulling me into a deep kiss. Suddenly I feel a large glob of wet peaty mud drop in my neck, under my shirt. It lands on top of her arm, which is still hugging me. Her arm is keeping the mud high up on my back, trapped under my shirt, while water soaks through and further down, right to my underwear. I reflexively try to pull back, but she was expecting it and keeps her arm tight around me to hold the kiss. After a while she breaks the kiss with an exaggerated "muuuah" sound.
While we are blushing intensely, looking at each other my mind is finally catching up to what is happening. "oh, I totally do!" I reply to her earlier question, as I swipe away her feet below her with my leg, and gently push her on her back into the mud, pressing her shoulders down with some force. She moves to brush some hair out of her face, but I move on top of her and pin her arms down with my knees.
"Are you comfortable like this?" I ask, half serious and half taunting her about her situation. She is now seriously blushing, and the beaming smile on her face is making me think this whole mudfight wasn't entirely unexpected on her part. I shift my weight a bit to get a bit more comfortable and ask "Do you like this? I mean, the the wet and sticky feeling of the mud and being messy like this?" She looks down and away for a second. "mm-hm" She responds, while biting her lip. "Do you?" She continues, a bit anxiously.
I think for a second. Some part of my brain always liked the idea of getting messy like this, especially with a girl I liked, but I never really considered it a thing people do, so I kind of ignored it. Now it seems the situation is awakening that desire, and I really am having a good time. Before I have have the time to formulate my thoughts into words though, Skye has taken advantage of my moment of thought to roll over on top of me, leaving me the one on my back in the mud, and her the one on top. "Well, I hope so, because with how much fun I'm having I'm planning on doing a lot more of this!" She doesn't even bother holding me down as she uses both hands to shove a large amount of mud on my chest.
So here I find myself. On my back. Buried in mud. Covered in mud. With a cute and beautiful girl sitting on my stomach, teasing me about it. "I did not realise how much I'm into this." I admit to her. "But don't you think you've been having a bit more than your share of the fun?" She looks at me, slightly curious, I use the moment to grab her hands. I pull her over, so she's on the bottom again, letting all the mud that was sitting on my chest rain down on her. I pin her hands above her head with one hand and get ready to start messing her up with the other.
I give her a quick look just to make sure she's actually enjoying this, but the blissful expression on her face leaves me no doubt: She is in heaven right now. I proceed to use my free arm to smear out the mud on her chest. I use the mud to draw some hearts on her cheeks, and decide to draw on a mud beard for fun. Next I grab as much mud as I can in one hand and, with a blush on my face, bite the top of her shirt, so I can push it all in her clothes, smearing it over her chest, bra and belly. Her breath catches as I start massaging the mud into her breasts, one at a time.
She tried to move her hands and squirm away, but I hold her in place. I grab some more mud and put it on her belly. I use the same hand to lift up the front of her pants a bit, and quickly let her hand go and shove all the mud inside. She gasps as the mud goes deep into her pants and around her panties. However, in doing this I have let go of her arms, which she immediately uses to push me over again. We have slowly been moving closer and closer to the lake, and by now the mud is pretty deep, but I am still surprised as muddy water goes up over my ears and the world goes quiet as the mud in my ears blocks all outside sound, leaving me alone with my racing heartbeat.
She leans in close and motions seductively for me to stay still, and I nod. She grabs the bottom of my shirt and starts pushing it up my chest, exposing clean skin beneath it. She pulls it up over my head, drags it through the mud, and then places it over my eyes. My heart is racing even faster as my sense of touch is amplified to unimaginable heights. I focus fully on the feel and smell of the mud, which is surprisingly nice, and Skye's gentle touch. I shiver as she traces her hand across my belly sensually, leaving a trail of mud wherever her hand passes.
After a few more moments I feel her lean in, as she lifts up my head so my ears are clear again, and whispers: "Is it okay if we go a bit further?" I nod and she shifts down a bit, trusting me to stay in place. Not that I would have any desire to get away at this point. I feel her unzip my pants (which feels surprisingly intense when you can't hear or see), feeling every click of the zipper. Instead of pulling my pants down though, as I am somewhat expecting, she pulls the front up my underwear up, and I feel a large amount of mud surround my cock. She lets my underwear snap back into place, sending little specks of mud flying everywhere, and then sits down on top of it, forcing the mud everywhere between my legs. I gasp in surprise and pleasure as she giggles, sending more pleasant vibrations through my body.
I start to move to sit up, but feel her palm press gently against my chest, and I let her push me back down. She leans in, clears the mud around my ear, and whispers "just a bit of patience. This is new to me too, and I'm not quite comfortable yet, so I want to take my time. Is that okay?" I nod, but respond: "Okay, but next time we do this, I'm the one leading, alright?" She is quiet for a second, but then I think I hear her mutter something affirmative, though my ears are already submerged again. Not that I can complain. I was expecting to spend the day inside being bored, and passing time, before we could finally head home, and I was honestly in a pretty bad mood after the news this morning. Skye managed to turn that all around into a day of great adventure, and let us discover a shared hidden passion between us.
I feel her take some deep breaths, and some shifting movements on top of me. She then slowly starts grinding her crotch into mine, moving and squishing the mud in my pants around, which feels heavenly. I'm sure it feels great for her to. I grind back a bit, but let her keep the pace, as she asked. After a few minutes I feel her weight shift and she starts pulling down my pants and underwear, leaving me naked on my back almost fully submerged in welcoming, slippery mud. By this point I'm already very hard, and can tell by her rapid, but measured breathing that she is doing her best to remain calm, but the excitement is starting to get to her. She moves up on my legs and ends up with her bare belly pushing my cock up. She then gently grabs it with her muddy hands, and starts massaging it, slowly moving her hands up and down.
My breathing starts to speed up and my cock starts to twitch as my excitement grows. All the sensations I am having, and not having, are truly lifting me to new heights. After a little bit more teasing she starts to pick up the pace and stroking my shaft. I try to move into her hand, but with her weight pinning my legs down, I can't do much. I start moaning as the pleasure becomes overwhelming, which she takes as a sign to pick up the pace again. At this rate, I'm not going to last long, so I let her know I'm getting close. She doesn't say anything, that I hear at least, but picks up the pace again, now gyrating her hips as she is stroking me. Before long, I cum furiously, as my cock twitches and she slides her hand rapidly up and down, using a mixture of the mud, her juices and my precum as lubricant, while forcing everything out of me. After a few long moments I feel my orgasm calming down and she let's my penis go.
After a few moments I feel her lay down on top of me and lift my muddy shirt off my eyes. For a moment I'm blinded by the sun, which is now poking through the clouds with a bit more force. I see her lips move, before she realises I can't hear her and she gives me a smile. She kisses me, and then lifts my head out of the mud, returning my hearing as well as my vision. "How was that?" She asks, nervously and gently, but with a bubbly energy I love so much about her. "Amazing." I reply to her, the bliss seeping through in my voice.
After a few minutes she slowly gets up and extends her arm to pull me up as well. Both of us are now covered in mud from head to toe. She honestly looks really cute like this, like some sort of sexy swamp monster. We move the the edge of the pond, but decide to sit in the mud, as we are both so messy anyway, it doesn't really matter where we sit, and the mud is more comfortable than the hard, cold rock. She rests her head on my shoulder while her hand explores my chest and my hand explores her belly. "Have you ever thought about doing something like this before today?" I ask her. "To be honest, I've always secretly really loved the idea of getting messy and muddy, but this is the first time I've made anything out of it. I've tried playing around with a bit of mud before, but I was always scared that someone would see me and think I was weird, and I didn't want to come back muddy from a hike and stand out by being muddy, so I haven't ever really done anything with it."
My hand wanders down to her clit and starts gently massaging it, while she moves her hand to my nipple. Her breathing speeds up a bit, but she continues talking. "On top of that, I've really wanted to get messy with someone else. You know, it just feels so much more exiting when there is someone there to experience it with you." She lets out a small moan. "I was super scared to talk to you about it, because, you know. It's not really the most common thing to be into, and I was afraid you would dislike me for it." She grabs me in an awkward sideways hug. "You know I'd love you, even if you'd be into something really weird." I say to her. She nods. "I know, but the thought is still there, and it's really scary, and besides, I really wanted to experience it with you. I am so glad you played along and didn't get angry"
"I really enjoyed it you know." I reply to her. "And not just because you enjoyed it and what we did. I really like the mud too. I'm not quite sure how to describe it, but it just feels… welcoming somehow. And how it feels between my toes, and under my clothes. It's just something really special. Thank you for showing me such an amazing experience and getting me to do this."
"Really? You really liked it that much?" She turns to me with a big smile on her face. "So what you said earlier… about doing this again sometime. You really want to do that?"
"Oh yeah" I say as I return her smile with a smirk. "And I'll make sure you won't ever forget it."
I don't even know what to say. I just got to play around in the mud with my favorite person for what felt like hours, getting more messy than I ever could have imaged, and he loved it too! I was really scared at first, and it took me a lot of courage, but in the end I just went for it, hoping for the best. As it turns out, sometimes your wishes do come true.
I'm enjoying my blissful state of arousal, but as the adrenaline is wearing off I notice Devon start to shiver. While it has certainly warmed up compared to earlier, it is definitely not warm out, and he is entirely naked. Being topless myself, the cold is slowly getting to me as well. I'm enjoying his hand on my pussy, but it's about time we start to head back, before we both turn into ice cubes. "It's okay like this." I tell him. "I'm sure I'll get my share next time, but I'm getting pretty cold, and we should head back and clean up."
He nods at me and we slowly and reluctantly get up and start looking for our clothes in the mud. It turns out, muddy clothes blend in pretty well in the mud, and at one point I almost fear that I have to walk back to the cabin topless, but we end up finding everything. We put them back on and start our trek back to the cabin. It really feels like we are in some adventure movie or video game, being covered in mud like this. We follow the stream this time, as we know our cabin is right next to it, and we are so muddy we don't really care about the mud we have to walk through, and it turns out the pool was actually only a few minutes away from the cabin.
As we get to the cabin, Devon looks at me. "We can't really go inside like this, can we? There is no way we can clean all the mud we would drip everywhere before we can get cleaned up. Besides, there isn't even a shower inside, and there is no way we're cleaning all of this with just a washcloth."
I giggle. "I suppose not. I guess we only have one option." We both glace at the stream running past the cabin. The water is clear, but it's definitely going to be very cold. We slowly start wading in, but I already start shivering with the water up to my knees. "Three, two, one!" I hear him counting down, and then he grabs me and pulls us down into the freezing water together. I yelp as the cold water seeps through my clothes and hold onto him tightly as I feel the flow of the water trying to tug me away. Right at that moment his foot seems to slip and we both fully submerge for a second, before we can get back up.
I wipe the water out of my face, seeing it take away a lot of the mud from my face and hair. The mud under my clothes isn't washing away that quickly though, and as I really don't want to be in this icy water any longer than I have to, I quickly strip out of my top, bra, pants and panties, rinsing them each quickly in the water and then throwing them to the shore. I see Devon look at me for a moment, then realise what I'm doing and follow my lead. It takes him a bit longer though, as I catch him stealing some looks at my body. I take one final plunge in the water to get most of the rest of the mud off me and then quickly walk to the shore, where I bundle up my clothes in my arms. Devon is right behind me as we rush to the cabin.
Devon suddenly turns to me with a horrified look on my face as I feel a sense of dread sink in. "Oh no. Did you lose the key?" He stays quiet for one second, but then breaks and starts laughing as he pulls the key from behind his back and opens the door. I (somewhat) gently punch him in the shoulder, and we dash inside and close the door behind us, surrounding ourselves with the warm air inside the cabin. I run and get us some towels to dry off, as Devon lights the fire. For now we just throw our wet clothes in a pile and sit close to each other right in front of the starting fire, eager for the heat it will soon start producing in abundance, while we hug our damp towels.
"You almost gave me a heart attack there. Imagine how cold and embarrassing it would be had we been stuck outside!" I puff my cheeks in mock anger while looking at him sternly.
"I didn't think you would fall for that so easily." He smirks "At least I got a bit of payback."
"Payback for what?" I stare at him, beaming out confidence that I don't really have. "showing you an amazing time?" He blushes and looks down, ashamed. "I'm joking, you deserved that one." I assure him, as I wipe his hair out of his face.
Suddenly he starts giggling a bit. "What?" I ask him, confused.
"You have some mud on you cheek, which makes you look really cute with that angry look. Here." He moves in and starts rubbing my cheek. "Hmm, with the fire drying us up, getting the rest of the mud off is going to be tough. Let me heat up some water, so we can wash properly." He gets up and starts heating some water over the fire. Once it's gotten to a nice warm temperature, he takes it off the fire again. He grabs a washcloth, soaks it in the water, and rubs it over my cheek. "There, all nice and clean. Well, your cheek at least. You still have quite some mud on your back. Well everywhere really. Shall I scrub it off for you?"
I encourage him to do so and he starts scrubbing my back, applying some more pressure where the mud is extra stubborn, relieving the itch that it was giving me. The warmth from the water soaks into my body, just as the mud washes off. I lay down and let him scrub my entire body, feeling his gentle but firm touch cleaning the last of the glorious mess that still remained on my body. I feel a small disappointment in no longer being messy, but the warmth and the pressure and the scratching feeling from the cloth all feel so lovely that I don't really care. Besides, it looks like this won't be the last time I'm going to be covered in mess.
After he finishes cleaning my body, I wordlessly take the cloth from him, dip it in the water, and start scrubbing him. It honestly feels super intimate. I lean in close to him and feel his breathing as I wash the dirt off his body. His breathing is so calm and rhythmic, it's almost entrancing. I make sure to do a good job though and after some time he too is thoroughly clean. I walk into the bedroom and put on some random mismatched spare clothes, which are still clean. I grab some for him too, which I throw at him when I return to the living room. He catches them and starts putting them on, as I start hanging our wet clothes before the fire. He adds some more wood to the fire, and we cuddle up on the couch. I want to start a conversation, but a wave of exhaustion hits me like a truck. I lay down on his lap and immediately fall into a deep sleep.
The next morning Mike has already cleared the road when he knocks at the cabin. We put our things in the car, and leave, thanking him for letting us stay the second night at the cabin for free, as we couldn't really leave.
As we drive the rest of the way home, we spend all our time talking about yesterday, and future messy adventures we can have. I honestly can't believe how lucky I am, to be able to share such a great experience, and to know I will be do countless of messy things yet.
With happy memories made, and these thoughts in my head we ride into the sunrise, back into our normal lives, with the promise of great things to come.