I was dared to go into a huge area of mud and roll around, in my work outfit!
It was amazing fun!
I was so excited, and almost sick with nerves as I got dressed in the outfit. I almost backed out of wearing the black with red socks, worried that they'd be ruined, but in the end, decided it was worth it, even if they were. Plain black socks were my fall-back choice, but it felt too conservative and I know I'd have regretted it. A little shiver went through me as I slid the very bright red toes into my shoes, and was, outwardly at least, just in black socks. I love this little deception! I walked to the "venue" with a small bag of old, nondescript clothes, for afterwards, to walk home in. Just some skinny blue jeans, a black hoodie and some black socks and trainers. I hid the bag of "return" clothes in a bush when I arrived, so that I wasn't carrying anything and could just enjoy myself without (literally) baggage(!) The area was amazing! Quiet, with large expanses of glistening mud here and there. I was excited almost beyond control. I considered running and jumping into the biggest bit, but decided to take it slowly. I walked, heart in mouth to the edge of one of the big mud patches. Even on the grass nearby I could feel myself sinking slightly and hear slight sucking noises as I walked. I liked that. And then I did it. The moment I was so excited about happened. I strode out with one foot into the mud. It felt very smooth as my shoe entered it, like melted chocolate. I loved the cold wetness as my foot sank. It turned out to be almost exactly halfway between my ankle and knee in depth. I loved seeing the brown slime coating my smart grey trouser leg, and REALLY loved the feeling of mud filling my shoe up. I then stepped in with the other foot, and stood there, shin deep in it, feeling utterly amazing! With very loud sucking noises I managed to pull my feet out, and with some determined foot tensing, I kept both shoes on. I stood back on firm ground, looking good, apart from my bottom nine inches being covered in mud! I really wanted to see how badly my socks had suffered inside my shoes so I slipped both shoes off with gentle squelching noises! Surprisingly, although quite muddy, there was quite a lot of red still visible, but these socks were filthy, make no mistake! I put my shoes back on and went in again, but this time, I walked in further, really enjoying the sensation of wading through the incredibly thick mud. A few steps in, without any real warning I could feel that my left shoe had been sucked off my foot! I stopped immediately and put my hand down into the mud to get the shoe out. I then pulled my right foot out, took the shoe off and discarded them. It was time to play in my socks. And it felt so free and easy in there, without the hassle of trying to keep shoes on! I splodged around in it and "frolicked" having a lovely slimy time! I then went for the big one, and decided to deliberately "fall over". I was almost knee deep, and I lunged forwards, landing with a soft splat on my knees, continuing onto my front, before rolling over and over in this amazing thick mud. I stopped after a few rolls, on my back, and simply laid there, looking up at the stars, totally revelling in being almost completely covered in mud, in a really nice outfit! Then, I sat up, went cross legged and got some handfuls of mud and applied them to any clean areas of my clothes (there weren't many, but what there was I muddied!)
I stayed in the mud for a while longer after this, just totally drinking in the enjoyment of what I'd just done to myself, and really pleased that I'd won the game of dare!
