A reasonably warm night in late August is when it happened. Whether it was a blessing or a curse, I still haven't decided, but what I do know is it was a night I will not soon forget.
I was walking through a mostly forgotten bike trail in a wooded area near the lake that particular day. I was feeling a bit adventurous, so I decided to hike a bit off trail and see if I could find anything interesting. Well, I did. I came across a small clearing, still mostly surrounded by trees and bushes, with a large pit of the smoothest, most perfect looking clay I had ever seen. I have a pretty big fetish for getting messy, and I've done plenty of experimenting with it in my time, but my lifelong dream was always to find a pit of mud exactly like this and have as much fun as I could possible imagine. I was pretty much ready to do that right then and there, except that I noticed the pit was surprisingly close to a nearby house, and almost certainly within the lot line. The pit was probably blocked well enough by the trees that it was likely nobody would notice, but I wasn't about to risk it. I figured if I could see the house, then someone in the house could potentially see me. So I went home with the decision that I would return later that night when it was dark enough that no one would see me, or care, since they would probably be asleep anyway.
It was approaching midnight when I decided it was time. I had been thinking about my plans all day: when I would go, what I would take with me, what I would do to avoid being seen, all of it. I packed a bag with some extra clothes and shoes if I needed them and dug out an old, crusty blanket to lay on my car seat in case I were to track any of the mess in my car. I was originally going to walk, but the distance I would have to walk wasn't ideal if I had to walk back looking like the swamp thing, so I drove around to the back of a small, nearby corner store that was closed for the night and began my trek into the woods.
I made sure to take excellent note of where I found the place while it was light out so I would be able to find it in the dark, and the moon happened to be bright enough to help me out a bit. I was actually worried it was going to be too dark to be out there until I realized how bright it actually was. I followed the line of thin trees and thick bushes until I found the clay pit. I dropped my bag on the ground and stared at it in awe. I still couldn't believe how perfect it looked. The top was smooth and pristine, and it was just waiting there for me. My heart began beating a little faster as I took off my shoes. Since I didn't exactly want to have to dig into my extra stash of clothes afterward, I took off my shirt and pants, but as much as I wanted to go in completely naked and feel it all over, I figured it was safer to just leave my boxers on, just in case.
Adrenaline filled me as I took my first step into the clay. I can't possibly describe in words how awesome it felt on my feet and between my toes. And it was even the perfect consistency; like a thick pudding, or brownie batter. It wasn't thick enough to truly get stuck in, but it wasn't really watery either. I stepped in a little further and sunk up just past my knees. As the mud coated my legs, I noticed how pleasantly warm it was; like it soaked up all the August heat and stored it until nightfall. Given that it was edging on a bit chilly, it actually felt really nice. It was a bit like a hot tub. By the time I tried to force myself in closer to the middle, I was well past the point of no return. I had sunk all the way up to my waist, and my last push forward sent me downward until I was up to my chest.
By that point, I was actually completely lost on what to do. I could definitely feel the bottom, but I was also deep enough in the stuff that I couldn't really move too much unless it was to try getting out. All I could think to do was sit there and enjoy the sensations of the thick, heavy mud. For about ten, glorious minutes, I leaned back slightly in the clay and sifted my hands though it like a child, enjoying achieving the very goal I had always wanted to. And after those ten minutes is when shit really hit the fan. Not necessarily in a bad way, just, very unexpectedly.
"Well, this is certainly interesting." I heard a woman say. I completely froze. Before I could even look around, my body went into full panic mode. I was almost ready to turn around and look at the speaker while frantically flipping through excuses and explanations in my head when the woman who called me out circled around the pit until she was in front of me.
For a moment, I couldn't even form words. I don't know what held me in silence more, the fact that I was caught, or the fact that she was hot as fuck. She had her black hair in a tight ponytail, and she was wearing vinyl leggings and a matching bikini top.
I struggled for words.
"I swear, this is not-"
"Not what it looks like?" She cut me off. "I'm not stupid. I saw you scoping this place out earlier today."
"Y-you s-saw me?"
"Sure did. I figured it was only a matter of time before you waltzed in here and planted yourself in my earth. I guess you missed the sign that said 'private property.'"
"I... I'm sorry. I can leave..." I pushed myself back a bit to return to the edge and get out. I never did see any sign saying 'private property,' but I wasn't about to piss this woman off any more, so I figured I'd just gather my things and go. Worst case scenario achieved. Except it wasn't; it literally became the best case scenario in a near instant.
"Don't bother," she said as she noticed me working to get out, "I don't really care." I looked at her in shock. "I was actually hoping I could join you. You look a bit lonely, after all."
Fuck, I was not expecting that at all. There I was, sitting in this four foot deep pit of mud, getting caught in the act by the woman I assume owns the house I could see from there, and she wanted to join me? Damn. There's no way I'm going to say no to that.
"I'm going to assume that silence means you don't mind if I slip in for a little bit..." She pulled off her shoes stuck her toes in the clay. "Mmmmm... squishy..." she side stepped a bit and sat down on a large rock at the edge of the pit, sticking her feet further in until the mud was just past her ankles. "So tell me," she said, "How is it in there?"
"Muddy..." I replied. I didn't know how else to answer her. I was still in so much shock and awe about what was happening that I just couldn't form any words, or thoughts, for that matter.
"That's the best answer you can come up with?" She said. She looked me over, like she was judging me, and all I could do is stare back. "I guess I'll just have to get in and find out myself..."
She stood up from the rock and slowly, almost teasingly, inched further and further in, until she was up to her knees. Seeing she shiny vinyl on her perfect legs begin disappearing below the surface was oddly alluring, but I couldn't help but speak up about it.
"You're just going to ruin your clothes like that?" I asked.
