I Love Getting Muddy
Seaside
It was still summer and summer equals seaside. There was almost perpetual rain and rain equals raincoats. This logic set the scene for our next adventure. Just round from the estuary we had used before there was a 'beach' that was never used by anyone. Why wasn't it used, there were no facilities of any kind, access was down a dirt track and the surface was a mixture of mud and sand. Seemed ideal for us.
One weekday evening there was a fine rain which would keep people indoors anyway so off we set in bikinis and tracksuits. As soon as we got as close to the beach as we could, we turned the car round for an easy exit. It was off with the tracksuits and on with the raincoats. I had my long, heavy red one and Sally had her blue one. As it was raining hoods just had to be pulled up. Both coats were made of PVC and came down to our calves. Not forgetting our feet on went our wellies, the one we had brought with wider legs to let water in quicker.
Arm in arm we walked down the beach, in one of the muddier areas. As we reached the edge of the sea we kept walking until the water had almost reached the hems of our coats and just stood there as the wavelets and tide came in. In no time it seemed strange to see the bottoms of our coats starting to float. We stayed where we were holding each other till a gentle wave slopped some water into our boots.
Sally gasped as it seemed cold, but we held our position until our boots were full. Then we slowly walked further out until we were waist deep. At this point we turned to face each other and held ourselves in a close cuddle, our hands round each others waists. The smooth, almost slippery, feel of Sally's wet coat felt great.
Again we stayed like until the incoming tide reached our chests. At this point, although gentle, the sea was threatening to sweep us off out feet. We turned and made out way back to the water's edge and, finding a relatively muddy bit, laid down with our feet in the water. We lay together as the tide continued to come in. At first we felt it coming up inside our coats. With the slope of the beach our thighs were under water when the first wavelets reached the hoods. We continued to lie there and as the tide came in a bit more we started to float. So there we were with the sea up inside the coats and slowly being pushed up the beach.
It was getting late and a bit dark. The tide must have just about been fully in so we went in a little way to where the water had softened up the mud a bit and had a sort of mock wrestling match as an excuse to rub handfuls of mud onto each other until we were getting tired.
Back at the car coats and boors were removed and we towelled each other dry. As our bikinis were wet and muddy, we hid behind the car and quickly stripped them off and put the tracksuits back on. Off home to a hot drink and ...
It was still summer and summer equals seaside. There was almost perpetual rain and rain equals raincoats. This logic set the scene for our next adventure. Just round from the estuary we had used before there was a 'beach' that was never used by anyone. Why wasn't it used, there were no facilities of any kind, access was down a dirt track and the surface was a mixture of mud and sand. Seemed ideal for us.
One weekday evening there was a fine rain which would keep people indoors anyway so off we set in bikinis and tracksuits. As soon as we got as close to the beach as we could, we turned the car round for an easy exit. It was off with the tracksuits and on with the raincoats. I had my long, heavy red one and Sally had her blue one. As it was raining hoods just had to be pulled up. Both coats were made of PVC and came down to our calves. Not forgetting our feet on went our wellies, the one we had brought with wider legs to let water in quicker.
Arm in arm we walked down the beach, in one of the muddier areas. As we reached the edge of the sea we kept walking until the water had almost reached the hems of our coats and just stood there as the wavelets and tide came in. In no time it seemed strange to see the bottoms of our coats starting to float. We stayed where we were holding each other till a gentle wave slopped some water into our boots.
Sally gasped as it seemed cold, but we held our position until our boots were full. Then we slowly walked further out until we were waist deep. At this point we turned to face each other and held ourselves in a close cuddle, our hands round each others waists. The smooth, almost slippery, feel of Sally's wet coat felt great.
Again we stayed like until the incoming tide reached our chests. At this point, although gentle, the sea was threatening to sweep us off out feet. We turned and made out way back to the water's edge and, finding a relatively muddy bit, laid down with our feet in the water. We lay together as the tide continued to come in. At first we felt it coming up inside our coats. With the slope of the beach our thighs were under water when the first wavelets reached the hoods. We continued to lie there and as the tide came in a bit more we started to float. So there we were with the sea up inside the coats and slowly being pushed up the beach.
It was getting late and a bit dark. The tide must have just about been fully in so we went in a little way to where the water had softened up the mud a bit and had a sort of mock wrestling match as an excuse to rub handfuls of mud onto each other until we were getting tired.
Back at the car coats and boors were removed and we towelled each other dry. As our bikinis were wet and muddy, we hid behind the car and quickly stripped them off and put the tracksuits back on. Off home to a hot drink and ...
36-40, F
