Sorry about the long wait! However, I am planning on making a third part of this series as well, so look forward to that.
As always, feedback is appreciated.
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Roughly a year ago, when Nick and Claire had moved in together, she had dug a large, shallow hole in a clearing near a stream in the woods behind their house, and mixed the dirt with water from the stream to make her own mud bath. Over the year, she had used it often, many afternoons Nick was away she would lounge in it. It was her private spa, as the mud really did make her skin feel smooth and soft. She kept telling herself that it was why she kept going back to the mud, over and over, but deep down she knew it was for another reason. While rubbing the mud into her skin, its slippery, erotic feel would cause her hand to slip to her crotch, and she would fuck herself silly. The pleasure it brought her made her desperate to tell Nick, but the filthy strangeness made her too scared to do so. But that had all changed when they went on a hike together along the Meramec River a few weeks ago, and upon spying a large patch of mud, she just had to tell him.
And really, it couldn't have gone any better. Nick was still accepting of her when she explained her fetish, they both got to fuck each other, and by the end, they were covered so thickly in mud that they barely looked human. A good day, to her. After that, life had gone on normally, and Claire took the opportunity to show him her mud pit, but neither of them had gotten muddy since.
Today, July fifteenth, was her birthday, and Nick had left and told her to meet him at the mud pit an hour later. And it didn't take someone as smart as her to figure out what was going on. Giddily, she dug through her dresser to find something to wear. The last time they had gotten muddy together, clean-up had been an absolute nightmare. When by herself, she just went in naked, and just wore an oversized shirt to cover herself while walking there, but on their hike, she had been wearing a cotton tank top and leggings, which was all but impossible to rinse the mud out of in the river. Even though the exhibitionist in her wanted to, they couldn't ditch their clothes and walk back naked, so the last three miles of their hike had been pretty painful, wearing heavy, wet, and dirty clothes. She didn't intend to repeat that mistake, but getting her clothes muddy was half the fun, and she did want to give Nick a little bit of a show, so she dug through her underwear drawer, and at the very bottom, found an old light pink sports bra that all the elasticity had long since been stretched out of, and a pair of simple white floral-patterned panties that she didn't care too much about either. On top of them, she put on black booty shorts and an old oversized white t-shirt. She threw her hair into a quick braid and briefly considered putting on makeup to look a little better for Nick, but she decided that it was her birthday, and she could look however she wanted. After all, his birthday was only nine days after hers, so she might have another chance to get all prettied up for him later.
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Nick, wearing a plain white t-shirt, jeans, and muddy rubber boots, sat on a log near the edge of the mud pit, patiently waiting for Claire to arrive. He had spent the last hour digging into the soft soil of the clearing to make the area of mud large enough for both of their bodies. Between the work of shoveling the dirt and hauling water from the small creek nearby to mix with it to make mud, he was frankly exhausted. He was glad that he had brought a bottle of water and that he had a few minutes to rest because he knew it was going to take a lot of energy to satisfy Claire.
Now that he thought about it retrospectively, he wasn't surprised about Claire's fetish for getting messy. Despite her gorgeous, feminine body and, he smiled to himself, her fondness of the color pink, she had always been quite the tomboy, who would rather go camping than get her nails done. Now all those things she did that he just thought was her being her weird self were rather subtle hints, like every time she saw a puddle she would giggle childishly and walk right through the middle of it, or how she would try to touch his face when her hands were covered in black grease from working on her truck, much to his protest, or how her clothes always seemed to be stained with more dirt than could be considered normal when she was done tending the garden. He knew Claire was quite embarrassed about her fetish, and didn't tell him until very recently, so maybe she was trying to initiate something without having to explain herself. Either way, he thought, he was glad that she told him, as the fewer secrets in their relationship, the better, and to his surprise, he quite actually enjoyed getting all muddy.
A few minutes later he heard leaves crunching softly and sticks snapping under someone's footsteps in the woods behind him. He suddenly thought nervously, what if that wasn't Claire? What was he supposed to say to whoever it was, about why he had made a giant mud pit in the middle of the woods?
But he was relieved to see it was actually his girlfriend, walking gracefully as always, appearing to wear only a large, stained white t-shirt and a pair of sandals.
"Hey, birthday girl," Nick greeted.
"Hi!" she responded happily, kicking off her shoes and running over to where he was sitting to hug him. He kissed her once on each cheek and then held her head in his hands, gazing into her sage-colored eyes. Every time he saw her, he fell in love with her over and over again.
"You look so beautiful," he admired dreamily.
"Oh, you're so silly," she retorted, giggling behind her hand.
Nick laughed. "No, you can look gorgeous even covered in mud." He trailed off, watching her stare curiously at him. Her beautiful lips, in a constant playful smirk, and her eyes, seeming as if they were always looking for trouble, made his heart flutter every time she looked at him. The morning sun streamed into the meadow through the vibrant green leaves of the trees, shining lusciously on her face and highlighting the faint golden hairs on her forearms. He loved this feeling: Being out in nature in the summer morning, the smell of sap and rich soil in the air, the leaves stirring and the flowers dancing in the breeze, the birds chirping as they through the trees... and at the center of it all, his angel.
Claire giggled at the way he was smiling stupidly at her. She stroked his hair and turned around, accidentally smacking him with her braid, to examine the work he had done on the mud pit. It looked like he had dug it out to be twice as large, a roughly circular shape almost twelve feet across and who knew how deep, filled with wet, light brown clay and surrounded by the tall, yellow grass of the clearing, flanked by both large and small deciduous trees. Birds chirped happily and fluttered from tree to tree in the woods, the sun shining down warmly from high above. She looked back at him and glanced down at his mud-covered rubber boots, smirking.
"Have you been having fun without me?" she teased, wiping away some of the mud from his boot with her finger.
"I guess so," he laughed. "Just a lot of digging..."
Claire then embraced him in a tight hug and shoved him down to the ground. She wrapped her arms around his body and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.
"Did you really do all this for me?" she asked.
"Well, yeah... I mean, I kind of felt bad, and I thought your birthday would be the perfect opportunity to make it up to you."
"What do you have to feel bad about?"
His cheeks heated slightly. "Well, last time... I was really disgusted by the mud most of the time, and I thought I could have made it more enjoyable for you... Plus, I got to orgasm twice, but I only made you orgasm once."
"Oh, you're such an idiot!" she laughed and playfully swatted him on the shoulder. "This is why I love you so much."
She hugged him tighter, firmly planting her lips on his and pulling his head closer. His world immediately sprang into sensations and colors at the feel of her soft body squeezed to him and her wet lips hungrily and desperately sucking at him. Nick reciprocated her desire and hugged her close. They made low moaning sounds as they kissed, and their eyes closed in pleasure. Her dark brown hair tickled his face; it was intoxicating, addictive, and smelled like earth after a rainstorm. Claire tried to get her lips even closer to his, by tightly squeezing their heads together until their noses mashed into each other's face and their teeth clacked together and their tongues filled each other's mouth. But neither cared, there was something so wonderful that came from such sloppy, desperate kissing.
