I Love Wearing Wellies And Getting Them Muddy
It all started for me when I was 15 years old. In summer I went working at a farm to make some extra money. I bought a pair of wellies to wear at work. I always dreamed of losing my wellies in mud, but never done it yet. When I was younger I used to bury them in the garden while I was wearing them to 'pretend' I was stuck in mud and had to abandon them.
The first couple of days were just like you would expect, sunny, dry and warm. But after a few days the weather became wet. Much rain, and much mud. After about two days of rain it had become dryer so we tried to work in the field again, though the dry sand had turned into a big field of sticky mud. The mud wasn't really deep but it was very sticky, after a few steps my wellies were already stuck. This was what I dreamt about. Sadly I had to do my work but so could not enjoy the mud, but I decided to reurn after working hours. Both my parents weren't at home so I decided this was the perfect time to make my fantasies come true.
After work I returned and stepped back in the mud, I tried to move as much as possible so my wellies became really stuck. After a few minutes I couldn't move my wellies so slowly I stepped out of my wellies and put my socks in the mud. I loved the feeling of completely trashing my socks in the mud. I pulled out my wellies and threw them further in the field so I had to make my socks dirtier and dirtier. I spent almost an hour just walking through the mud, filling my wellies and trampling them under the mud. Afterwards it nearly cost my entire evening to clean my wellies again but it was all worth it.
Now I still frequently go to the countryside to get my wellies and socks dirty, and everytime I'm still as axcited as that first time.
The first couple of days were just like you would expect, sunny, dry and warm. But after a few days the weather became wet. Much rain, and much mud. After about two days of rain it had become dryer so we tried to work in the field again, though the dry sand had turned into a big field of sticky mud. The mud wasn't really deep but it was very sticky, after a few steps my wellies were already stuck. This was what I dreamt about. Sadly I had to do my work but so could not enjoy the mud, but I decided to reurn after working hours. Both my parents weren't at home so I decided this was the perfect time to make my fantasies come true.
After work I returned and stepped back in the mud, I tried to move as much as possible so my wellies became really stuck. After a few minutes I couldn't move my wellies so slowly I stepped out of my wellies and put my socks in the mud. I loved the feeling of completely trashing my socks in the mud. I pulled out my wellies and threw them further in the field so I had to make my socks dirtier and dirtier. I spent almost an hour just walking through the mud, filling my wellies and trampling them under the mud. Afterwards it nearly cost my entire evening to clean my wellies again but it was all worth it.
Now I still frequently go to the countryside to get my wellies and socks dirty, and everytime I'm still as axcited as that first time.
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