By medikava
Our small town is home to only a few thousand people. It is located away from civilization. Around is a forest with a lot of marshes and lakes. One such lake at the centre of our city.
Life in a well arranged small town can be very good. They say our clay is magical and the pottery factory is in great demand, not only among the citizens of Russia, but also abroad. Legend has it that long ago in our region was the kingdom of the water, and no wonder, the swamps and lakes have something special about them, Even the tourists come to admire our beauty.
Cities have a life of their own, kids go to school, we have a few, parents go to work. We also have a source of water, a spring, originally for drinking, but now the water is sold in other places. The spring belongs to the city, and the money from the sale comes to the city budget.
The city celebrates holidays arranged for both the public and purely Russian. This time it was the time of the feast of Ivan Kupala and the evening before the holiday was quite warm and the people were resting after the working day, strolling through the streets of the city.
But suddenly a thunderstorm gathered over the town, thunder rumbled, lightning flashed, and immediately launched a powerful warm shower with a wonderful fresh smell, and all around the springs began to flow with the force of a geyser. Our source had risen to unprecedented heights.
The people watched, fascinated, no one tried to escape or hide, there was no fear. It was a premonition of a holiday. The rain washed the city, soaked in some freshness, now the town is ready for a pleasant sleep, waiting to see what the next morning will bring.
During the night the temperature started rising steeply. In one house a young couple Olga and Oleg became too hot and woke up. She slept in a long pink nightie, trimmed at the edges with short frilly flash-light sleeves, he slept naked.
"It's so hot", thought Olga, "I need to take a shower." The same thought came to Oleg as his wife got up and went into the bathroom. Oleg started to follow but some power held him back, not allowing him to to any further.
"Oleg, what's keeping you?" Olga reproached.
"I have the feeling that something is holding me, should we be doing this?"
While Oleg tried to understand his feelings Olga stood, without undressing, in bath. Oleg look surprised,
"And why have you not undressed?"
"I wasn't thinking, but now I do not see why it is necessary to undress."
And suddenly in Olga's body and soul there appeared a sweet languor which instantly increased and spread throughout her nature. There was nothing to do but to turn on the water.
"What am I doing ?!" - thought Oleg
Olga is dressed so beautifully while I feel like a fool in front of her, totally naked.
Suddenly, he came up with a great idea, and through Oleg also flowed the sweet languor. He ran headlong into the bedroom, frantically searching for the blue silk pyjamas Olga had given him a year earlier.
Once dressed he returned to the bathroom to see hi wife standing in the shower, totally soaked and appearing almost naked. He admired her figure through the wet cloth, which clearly revealed her breasts and crotch, as if it was invisible.
"Come to me, my dear", invited Olga seductively.
Oleg could do nothing but stand under the stream of water, and without a word began to kiss and cuddle his wife. The sweetness of the kisses and caresses through the wet clothes kindled love's fire like he'd not felt before.
And then, while continuing to hug and kiss they returned to the bedroom, ignoring the water streaming off them. Without removing their wet clothing the took their game to the bed. Afterwards they lay on the wet sheets still in their wet night clothes and Olga asked her husband to bring more water.
Oleg set off for the kitchen but on the way he stopped off in the bathroom and filled a bucket full of water. When he reappeared in the bedroom doorway with the bucket of water he found his wife lying in bed on her side, covered with a sheet.
Without hesitation lifted the bucket of water and slowly poured the water over the shoulders of his wife. The water immediately soaked the sheet and through the wet cloth his wife's pink nightie became visible. Oleg watched his wife with fascination as he slowly continued to pour the water making more of the sheet tent transparent and revealing his wife down to he thighs.
A shiver went through her body. Small rivulets of water were streaming through the sheet and flowing over her body from different angles. She rolled onto her back. Now he could see her breasts and pubic area, the water he's previously poured on her had soaked her bottom and the wet bed sheets stuck to his wife.
She lay motionless with slightly veiled eyes, clearly this game gave her great pleasure. The bucket was nearly empty so, for the second time, Oleg returned to the bathroom and refillied it. This time he did not mess about and immediately poured the whole bucket over her and the wet sheet now stuck to her whole body.
But his wife did not let him enjoy the wet tent for long, she threw off the sheet, inviting him to join her on the bed. As they lay on the bed in the puddle formed by his efforts he said it had been a very nice and very unusual experience. His pyjamas soaked up the water as she wrapped them in the wet sheets. She hugged him, the so tired they fell asleep together.
Svetlana Light was simply very fond of her daughter Dasha. Dasha was to the garden with the older group and considered myself very independent. The morning had begun as usual, they had had breakfast and started to prepare for work.
"Mom, I want to wear my most beautiful dress, one designed for the holidays."
"OK, Go and choose yourself an outfit", mum allowed.
She did not see anything wrong with hear daughter putting on a pretty dress just like that, in everyday life.
When Dasha returned she had chosen a very bright pink dress, hemmed snow-white lace, with short sleeves and a lace collar. On the feet she wore white socks with pink lace edges and white sandals. Now Svetlana had to choose what to wear.
She wanted to dress up in a light sarafan, she even put it on and showed off in front of the mirror, but despite the great temptation, I chose a strict black skirt, almost to his knees, and a white blouse with long sleeves. The street outside was hot but it considered indecent to come to work with bare feet so she wore white tights, and then regular shoes thin heels.
Her hair was long and she usually it into a bun, but today decided not to make a ponytail, holding it in place with a white elastic band. Before leaving she had braided Dasha's hair with two large bows, even though she knew that she was not very fond of them, as today she was dressed up very nicely, and the bows were an integral part of the outfit.
They left their apartment in this form, there was a sense of celebration in the streets. Svetlana commented that all the girls were dressed in their holiday finery.
The boys were as one in white shirts, schoolgirls in white aprons and a white dresses in festive form. Parents tried to keep up with their children.
Svetlana and Dasha met their close friends, Julia and her daughter Katya near the entrance. Julia looked amazing, Katyarina was also very nicely dressed. A long pink dress with ruffles and lace with long cuffs, nearly to the elbow. Her hair was also woven into two large lush bows. On her feet were white shoes and white socks, the sides of which were adorned with pink ribbons.
Julia's mother Katie, unlike Svetlana, was wearing a dress made of light fabric flowing aquamarine colour, its length just above the knees, with short sleeves, no collar, but with white bow on the chest. In her hands was a folded umbrella on a shoulder bag.
"You look beautiful" complimented Svetlana.
"Yes, my daughter insisted on a beautiful dress", Julia replied, "and I wanted to look very unusual", Julia span around.
"You know, me too, I wanted to look festive but I resisted the temptation, and now it seems I'm already regretting it", Svetlana sighed.
The path ran along the shore of the city pond, which, it should be noted, was the pride of the townspeople. On the banks pond beautiful flowers were planted and the shore was green grass. The water seemed pale blue and was very clean.
The pond beat a few keys. Someone once calculated that there were exactly thirteen. But before that the path of our heroes was blocked by a huge pool after yesterday's rain.
Two girls were standing in the knee-deep water splashing water and mud. Their dresses were wet and dirty, but what struck Julia and Svetlana was that, as they splashed water onto their parents standing next to them, the adults not only did not scold the children, but laughed together with them.
The two women wore white blouses and their clothes and hair were covered with dirty smudges, some fresh, some already dry. They did not seem to mind but instead they ran around the jumping and squealing children, trying to dodge the spray.
Julia and Svetlana were frozen in place by what they saw, but the more they stood staring at the puddle the more they just wanted to plunge into the warm, brown mud. The desire was growing with every moment when Dasha shouted
"Mom I'm hot", Dasha shouted.
"Me too", echoed Katya.
"May we go into the puddle" they chorused, Can We, can we?"
Their mothers looked at each other as the girls approached the pool. After standing, a little, they began to advance slowly into the pool. Their white shoes gradually disappearing into the brown water, first their shoes and sandals, then their pretty white socks. Soon they had disappeared completely as the water reached the hems of their dresses.
At this point the girls hesitated, standing in the middle of the pool. Two other girls were already familiar with the situation as they splashed around in the pool.
Dasha raised her leg and admired her now brown sandal and sock. Then she stamped her foot back into the pool and repeated with the other leg as they approached the original two other girls. The contrast with Katya and Dasha was sharp. Their dresses, too, had once been beautiful and lush, But now they were wet and dirty and were sticking to their bodies.
The girls suggested that they play salochki and started running around the pool. Unlike their new friends, Dasha and Katya wore long dresses and found it hard to move around in the water. First Dasha fell into the water, and soon after Katya.
Their pink dresses were soaked and the white ruffles had turned steel grey. Their hair also became wet, and the bows had lost their splendour.
"Mama! Mama!", cried Katya, "Look I'm soaked".
"Me too! me too!", Seconded Dasha, "And I'm so muddy".
"I'm muddy too!" repeated Katya, smearing dirt onto her dress.
Standing beside them, the other girls had so far stayed on their feet so their dresses were still only wet, but seeing Katya and Dasah they wanted to become dirty too, so they just splashed into the centre of the puddle where the water was very black and dirty. Here they filled their hands with muddy water and started to pour it over each other.
Standing by their mothers looked on emotionally, they wanted to join in, but didn't know how to proceed, how to find a way to join in the fun.
On evening in another home, Tanya Toshev struggled home in the pouring rain. She was a full time student, but not particularly serious, and here she was dressed very provocatively. Although the school had an official school uniform she was not terribly fond of it, so she went "as she was".
Her logbook was covered in red ink, commenting on her appearance. When she woke up in the morning her hand immediately reached for the hanger where her school uniforms hung. But instead she spent a long time looking for her white apron dress, which when she found it, turned out to need ironing. She had to run to her mother for help.
Her Mother just smoothed her dress.
"Come to me, my good girl", she said, standing with hrt back to the door, "Today is a very special day", Look outside. all the beautiful, kind, elegant people probably feel the same way.
"Well, that school uniforms brought me to iron, leave everything on the table, then go eat, I'll deal with the clothing myself."
Then the phone rang. It was a girlfriend. She also wanted to go to school in a white apron dress. With bows.
"Mom, do we have white ribbons", Tanya shouted across the room with a full mouth.
"All you will", she heard in response.
When Tanya entered the room, she saw the hanging shape of a beautiful apron, with two large bows lying nearby. Tanya admired what he saw, amazed she faltered.
"So soon you will finish school, you'll be a graduate", said her mother.
Tanya, now wearing her apron dress, realized that today's weather will be hot, but just for today she wanted to appear in the smart school. Tanya was about to walk out the door when her mother said
"Your not ready to go out into the street."
"What do you mean?, I like everything and have not forgotten anything."
"You have forgotten that today the streets are very, very hot, your clothes are not suitable for this kind of weather, I advise you to take a shower."
"You what? I'm dressed, why did you not give me this advice before?"
"Daughter, you don't get it".
I'm suggesting you take a shower wearing your school uniform, then when you go forth into the street you will be very comfortable.
Tanya looked at her mother with a surprised expression, but without even removing her shoes she set off obediently for the bathroom.
Her mother turned on the water and aimed the jet right at her. The Wool fabric of her outfit slowly began to absorb the water. The dress was almost black, and the white apron appeared grey. She admired herself in the mirror before turning her other side to her mother to ensure that everything became wet.
"Kneel down", instructed her mother, "I told you not to pull on the shoulders".
"Mom, you've missed my bows and hair", said Tanya.
Her mother began to pour water on the girl's hair.
"Well, now you are ready for school, on your journey the water will flow down your body, keeping you cool, and the apron will not stick to your dress.
While Tanya went to the door the water dripping from her hem covered the floor.
"Don't worry, everything will soon dry up, I won't even need to mop", Tanya heard as she left through the door.
She noted that the new sensations she felt while walking in a wet dress were not at all unpleasant. While walking she tried more than usual a variety of movements, spinning around, extending her arms as if dancing, to experience in full the new sensation of wet clothing.
On the street she met her friend.
"How do I look?", Tanya asked.
"Gorgeous!", said her friend, then her eyes widened, "but you're all wet. Where have you been?"
"You won't believe it! I took a shower."
"Are you serious?"
"Yes, a shower, just as I'm dressed now, imagine how cool I feel! I bet you're really hot? It was my mother's advice and I just went for it".
"I can't imagine! but I wouldn't mind a refreshing dip, but not in such a radical way."
"No need for that, let's go back to my house, we can take a shower. I do not mind repeating the experience."
"I don't know, I will probably look stupid. I plan to stop by the pond to rest my legs."
"ok, well stop by the pond" summarized Tanya.
The continued on to school until they arrived at the big puddle.
"Look!" Marina (Tanya' friend) screamed in surprise, "A pool full of people. What dirty children! And what parents, look at them? They should pull their kids out of the mud, and put them under the shower! Their dressed all all dirty."
"What's the problem?", retorted Tanya, "They're kids. Let them have their fun, their parents don't mind".
Tanya, wanted to join in, to wallow in the muck and experience this wonderful feeling for herself. She'd already been in the shower, she thought.
"Being wet and dirty at the same time is probably more interesting"
But she was on her way to school and she did not want to arrive all dirty. Even more so as she'd chosen to wear the festive version of school uniforms. But the desire to try it won out.
So resolutely she placed one shoe into the puddle, then the other. The water filled her shoes. After standing for a moment at the edge, enjoying the unusual sensations, she continued further into the puddle. Her white socks disappeared into the murky liquid.
The children continued to splash and distinct brown spots appeared on here white apron.
"Tan! What are you doing?", said her surprised girlfriend, "We are going to school. You're mad, you were already all wet, now you are muddy too. You won't be allowed into the school", Marina was not happy.
Tanya seemed bewitched as she stood in the centre of the laughing children, it was true she reasoned to herself, she needed to get clean, but how to proceed? The solution came to her.
"We should take these children and go wash in the pond."
Their parents looked on in fascination, still not sure what to do.
"Kids! Kids! Enough splashing", Tanya cried, "You have become so messy that it is time to rinse off the mud. Comrades parents! Help me take these children out the pool and go to the pond. There we can continue our water treatment."
Julia and Svetlana woke from their stupor and suddently realized that their little girls had done. There they stood in front of them, all wet and dirty, but terribly happy. Mother Julia was horrified.
"My God, what shall I do?, you can't go to the garden like this, we must run home to change your clothes."
She laughed hysterically in a panic. What mysterious force compelled their children to stand in puddles, look at the mess. And what made them stand by while this was happening? And now this! The parents of the other children were horrified too by what they saw.
"Do not panic", Tanya reassured them, "There is a clean pond where we can wash your children."
"And at the same time I swim fully clothed", she thought.
In the pond that morning there were many people. On the shore she heard laughter. People swam, of course, without undressing.
The girl in jeans and a T-shirt, through which could be seen her black bra, splashed with a guy who was also in jeans and a shirt.
The lady in a flowered dress that stuck to her body, accentuating her slender figure, was trying to drag a solid man in a business suit into the water. He was standing knee-deep in the water, and then did not dare to go any deeper, in spite of all the refinements of his companion.
"That's the way things", said Tanya, surprised, "Today half the city goes crazy, we are not alone."
Their company went to the lake. It is worth noting that our heroine's girls were holding hands with Tanya. They found a path down to the edge and with together with Tanya, and without hesitation, jumped into the water.
Tanya again felt the cool unusual sensations of wet clothes, as she had in the shower, But now her clothes did not stick to the body, but instead formed a gentle shell around her, caressing every bit of her body.
By medikava
Maria discovers her wetlook destiny.
Once upon a time the city had opened an Institute for noble women, where the girls could hide away from the secular life with nothing to distract them from the knowledge of science and education.
One of the students was a lively girl Maria. Not known for her good behaviour but a good student. It was all pretty straight forward, she wanted to get a good education and become a teacher.
It all started when the Defence Ministry decided to build a military school in the same city. The boys immediately turned their attention to girls, and the girls, in turn, responded to the courtship.
The director of the Women's Institute was a Frenchwoman called Margot, a woman of very strict rules who believed in strict upbringing. Since the Institute has a hostel for girls, Margot felt herself responsible to the students parents and she always tried to take care of the girls and their morality and behaviour.
She was strongly against these dalliances with the boys from the new school, but nobody paid attention to her indignation. Now, the biggest problem was to get the girls to honour the curfew, lights out at the institute was at 10 o'clock with the curfew at 9 o'clock.
Our heroine didn't do punctuality and sometimes was out after curfew, so the headmistress did not like Maria.
The girls would exit down a ladder attached outside the bathroom, to meet their beloveds, something enjoyed by all the girls. Before leaving the girls would spend much time on their appearance. Today they all wore long dresses, petticoats, silk stockings and garter belts. On the head would be a hat or hood. The girls ensured that each piece of their wardrobe was in perfect condition.
Margot was weary of the constant lateness of the girls, every evening, she opened the window in her bedroom and watched the girls. She knew the identities of everyone who went out after curfew, but she could not punish them without evidence.
She reported her observations at the next meeting of the Board of Trustees and they decided to hold a night raid to catch the girls "at the crime scene." Margot presented her suggested punishment.
"Because corporal punishment of girls is not acceptable", she said, pausing to looked around all the teachers, "and our girls spend a long time in front of the mirror, choosing their dresses and arranging their hairstyles we will invite those who are caught in night festivities, or late for curfew, to soak their hair and clothes.
And second offenders will be smeared with mud. This will, for them, be a very serious blow to their egos, and afterwards these dresses are unlikely to appear in public again."
Her proposal was approved unanimously.
The next day, at exactly 23:00, three women entered the girls hostel.
In the first room they found the girls in their nighties, going to bed. The girls looked at each other in alarm.
"Sorry girls", said one of the women, "We just wanted to check your presence in your rooms, we'll be checking the other rooms, too, until everyone is in place.
There was no one in the next room. Margot searched the room and in the bathroom, hiding in the bath behind the closed the curtains were three girls. One of the girls was Maria.
"What are we doing here?" asked the teacher.
The frightened remained silence.
"It looks like you have gathered to take an evening shower. Good! You may continue."
The girls thought it was a joke and one of them placed a foot on the bathroom tiles.
"Did I gave you permission to leave the bath !?" Get back in, you are going to take a bath.", Margot paused, then said to the dazed girls, "But first please remove your watches and jewellery."
The girls all quickly obeyed and Margot placed the items in her purse.
"Thank you! Now you can turn on the water, Maria!, you're closest to the taps, please open them and fill the bath."
Almost in a trance Maria turned on the taps then leaned over and checked the water. The water was warm, and a few drops from her hand dripped onto her stockings. The other girls stood watching as the tub filled.
"Good girl!", said Margot in an authoritative tone, "Now you have to lie down in the warm water, I know you will love it. But today, you will be washing in dresses. Christina, you'll be the first. Sit down please."
Christina sat on the bottom of the bath, filling the entire space with her skirts.
Margot turned to Maria, "Help your friend with her skirts."
By now Maria could feel that the water flowing into her shoe, her left leg was already soaked and her toes felt the warmth of the water. her right leg, though, was still dry. Maria concentrated on her feet, she had never been in wet shoes before.
Then the water reached the hem of her dress, which turned dark red.
"I repeat! Maria! This concerns you. Help your friend."
This snapped Maria out of her reverie and she began to push down Christina's skirts into the water.
Now Maria's second leg finally became wet and her shoes squelched in the water, She found this very interesting.
The third girl was Lisle. Her style of dress was different, her skirt was soaked immediately and changed colour from pastel blue to almost deep purple.
"Ahhh!" Maria sighed. She sat down a last, and like Christina before her, her skirt filled with air billowed up all around. Her panties immediately became wet and stuck to her crotch, what a feeling! Her dress fabric darkened where it touched the water, she pressed down her skirts, wetting her sleeves and more. This was something else, half her sleeve was now dark, she raised her hand to admire it.
Water flowed fomm the cuff down her arm into several streams through her dress, as if someone invisible hand was caressing her body.
While Maria opened herself to this new sensation, Margot's eyes fell on the jar of foam bath.
"I'm sure that that when you take a bath you like to enjoy soaking in the foam."
With these words, she emptied the entire contents into the water and above the girls rose a mountain of sparkling foam. The three pretty student, fully dressed in beautiful dresses, hairstyles and make-up were now sitting in a bath filled with water in front of the growing mountain of foam.
"You will remain in the bath until I've been around the other rooms", Margot said before leaving.
Christina and Lisle sat in the bath without moving, but
Maria, though, decided that as her outfit was already ruined she might as well relax and have fun. She stretched out her legs and lay down a little, allowing the water to soak her bodice. She'd never experienced anything like it.
The bath had consumed a lot of material from the dress and she gently began to move her feet in the water, under her floating skirts, which very nicely caressed her skin, while her panties to caressed her pussy.
The other girls remained sitting motionless, trying to save the tops of their dresses, but Maria's movements were creating waves, so they were throwing her angry looks.
"Maria! Stop wiggling your legs" demanded one of the girls.
"Seriously girls, do you, you think that that dummy will help us get out of here half dry. Relax and enjoy the buzz", she replied, "Soon the foam will reach your hair. I'm going to go fully under.
Finally Margot returned.
"It looks like you've all had a good time. Now I want you to stand up."
Their dresses were covered with layers of foam, their once lush skirts were now hanging under the weight of the water. Maria shivered as she stood up, the material wrapped the whole body. Her bodice squeezed her chest and every movement gave her great pleasure.
The silk fabric of the girls skirts, covered with sparkling foam, looked very mysterious. Then Margo noticed the inconsistencies in their attire, two of the girls dresses were wet only up to the bodice while Maria was all wet.
"It is time to rinse your dresses, and at the same time you can wash your hair."
She opened the shower faucet, which hung from the ceiling. Christina was first under the shower. The flow immediately fell on her head and thin rivulets of water flowed down her face. Christina had only been under the water for a short time but already the pressure had knocked on tresses of her splendid hair and it flowed over her now soaked shoulders.
Maria had been watching this from the beginning and had felt the lower part of her body slowly becoming warmer, and although she was a virgin, she realised that what she had already experienced was an orgasm.
Christina was afraid to move and consequently black streams of cosmetics flowed down her cheeks.
"Girls! Help your friend to rinse her dress", said Margot.
Lisle and Maria began to hold the folds of Christina's skirt, to rinse the soap from her. Then there was Lisle.
While Maria was helping her rinse her dress she inadvertently thrust her own head under the shower. It seemed that she burned inside. While she was helping Lisle she tried to remain under shower, The of the wet material of Lisle's dress in her hand was divine.
When it was her turn, maria was already completely wet, and within her the flame of excitement was burning brightly. She reveled in the heavy water flowing through her dress and felt her nipples harden. She removed the pins from her hair, which fell in cascades over her shoulders.
The other girls began to help her wash her skirt, and their every movement left her in awe. They held her skirts and washed the foam away, the wet cloth rubbing on her legs and thighs. One of the girls inadvertently touched her pubic area, and she could not resist, a rapid orgasm engulfed her.
She could not avoid swaying, but was able to stay on her feet. Embarrassed, she involuntarily covered her face with her hands.
Margot was happy, they all assumed that Maria was crying.
"Pretty", the teacher said, "but I cannot let you get out of the bath wearing those wet dresses, you will splash all over the floor. You will have to remain in the bath a little longer while you squeeze the water out of your clothes. I will not allow you to remove your dresses."
"This is great", thought Maria, "I can still enjoy my wet clothes a bit longer, and for the future, I must think how else I can find ways to get wet."
Christina and Lisle immediately began squeezing the hems of their dresses. Only Maria and did not think to do it, she was already very good. Soon the girls were given permission to take off wet clothes, so as not to freeze and catch cold.
later, lying in bed Maria could not sleep. She thought about what had happened and the changes she felt, she must once again experience something similar, standing in wet clothes, seeing the shiny material, she could not wait.
When everyone was asleep, she crept into the drying room where their wet clothes were hanging. Of course, they could not squeeze out all the water so their dresses were dripping. Lily and Christy were the same complexion as Maria, so she decided to try on their wet dresses. She spent almost an hour in the drying room, putting on one dress, then another, but did not experience another orgasm.
On the morning after the raid Margot gathered all the girls in the hall.
"Yesterday, for being up after curfew several girls were punished. They have been totally soaked while wearing their pretty dresses."
The hall responded with a startled sigh.
"From now on", she continued, "Similar raids by the tutors will take place regularly. Girls who are caught twice will not only be soaked, but smeared with mud. Even if your wet clothes can be rescued, after the dirt, I doubt it. Continue and you may lose all of your outfits.
Only one girl wanted to go back and experience the mud, one who didn't car if her dress was ruined. After the event Maria had changed, now her thoughts were occupied only by swimming and always in clothes.
After the stormy orgasms in the bath she is constantly thinking opportunities to get wet. She could fall into the pond or the fountain, or go paddling in the mud and fall into the puddle. But especially her mind was occupied by Margot's promise that if she was caught a second time she would suffer the mud violators regime.
She would linger especially late in the eleventh hour in the hope that Margot would conduct another search. But all the girls were constantly in sight of one another, so she had very little opportunity to put her plan into action. Her only outlet had been the drying room, where the girls dried their belongings, where she enjoyed her friends wet clothes to the fullest.
Maria began to dress with special care, ready at any moment to become wet. Margot, apparently did not intend to carry out her threat, but Maria really wanted to try the mud.
One day, she and her friends were caught under a shower in the woods. Oh! What bliss. She was wearing a coat which she quietly undid, letting the raindrops fall on her chest.
Instantly a plan came to Maria. She began slowly fall back from her friends and then completely hid herself behind a tree. They were passionate about their chatter and did not notice her absence She waited a little while girls disappeared into the forest.
She removed her coat and on her dress appeared the first raindrops. Maria walked slowly through the forest until she came across a large puddle.
"Just what I need", she was delighted.
The ground in the forest became muddy and a lot of dirt stuck to her shoes. She went to the pool and looked into it. What she saw provokes her further. Her wet dress was adhering to her figure, emphasizing her breasts, the water from her wet hair dripping down her face.
No doubt, It was her time, what was she waiting for? She wanted to get covered in mud, now, and fulfill her dream. Then she remembered that there was a small swamp nearby abd set off to find it. The marsh was quite close and Maria went to the shore.
After standing a moment, listening to the leaves rustling in the rain, she stepped into the water, which instantly seeped into her boots. It was as warm as fresh milk.
She walked along the shore, the water flooding into her shoes, the shore becomes very dry and they were nice to slurp. Maria lifted her skirt to admire her feet, her brown suede shoe were now quite black, covered with a lot of slime.
Previously, she would have been very upset at the appear of even a tiny speck, now she was indifferent to it. Ahead appeared more mud, she boldly stepped forward, the mud sucking on her legs. She pulled first one leg, then the other, the were all in the mud.
She took off her shoes thinking that it would be easier to go through the mud, but it was not. She immediately scratched one leg, and from then on did not dare to go barefoot. She lifted the hem of her dress, which was a bit dirty to rub the scratch and saw that her legs up to the ankles were now muddy, and then turned white.
Still, she wanted to take a dip in the mud, but not in this mud, although she was drawn to that warm water, covered with mud and duckweed, she decided to go back to the pool.
Once she'd crossed the dirt it will be possible paddle in the mud. In the rain puddle it became quite large. She went to it, or rather to the place where there was mud and sat down on her knees.
The hem of here dress flounce down and Maria felt the warm moisture sneaking through the nylon of her stockings. She lifted her skirts to her stomach to admire her legs. She squeezed her knees together which sprayed jets of dirty slush up her legs and finally to her intimate place.
Then she spread her legs and between them raked the muddy water, then she brought her knees together and a brown trickle of dirt flowed between them.
Then she sat back on her bum, the hem of her dress almost entirely covered with mud. She gathered mode mud between her legs. It was blissful.
Rain had stopped, and soon, out of the clouds, appeared the sun.
Maria raised her head to look at the sky and then fell backwards into the water. Her pink silk dress, with white wings and frills disappeared under the dark liquid. She lay there and enjoyed the water soaking through to her body.
her hat was preventing her testing complete languor. She untied the ribbon and threw back her head. plunging her hair in the water.
She had never imagined that she would lie like this among birches and pines, wet and dirty in her favourite dress, taking pleasure the crazy experience of the wet material touching her body.
She had wanted this, what was she afraid of, not that that it would stain. There was no mirror. She raised her arms to once again enjoy the wet and dirty dresses material as the rivulets of dirty liquid flowed from its white cuffs down the unmistakable pink sleeves.
Now the dripping slime felt nice, tickling her skin. Her locks of hair, those curls over which she's spent a lot of time, were now stuck.
Suddenly she noticed her little white collar was still clean, which unexpectedly knocked out of her revery. Scooping for more dirt, she poured it all over her chest and neck. But to her dismay her white collar remained white. She rolled over onto her stomach and buried her face in the muck.
Orgasm overtook her completely and overpoweringly. She gasped in any case she could not remember how long she lay in the puddle.
She was brought back to life by a heavy downpour, which started very suddenly. Maria waited for the sun, but the weather changed dramatically. She stood up. The rain was so strong that it quickly washed away the dirt.
She returned to the swamp, now it was time to try the sticky black mud. As she walked to the marsh the rain washed away most of the dirt. When Maria reached where the swamp had been she found the water was surprisingly clean, where there mud had been was now a large inlet of smooth lake water.
Maria waded into the lake, waiting for her feet to be sucked into the mud, but this time the bottom was firm. She continued almost to the middle of the small lake, but water was not very deep and reached only to her knees.
At the centre Maria lay down and relaxed, enjoying the experience as the water soaked into her clothes. At first she was floating on water but the weight of the soaked clothes dragged her under. Maria was drowning, and as he noted this oddity she felt rather detached as if in a dream.
Suddenly she felt light gentle touches on her body and was pushed to the surface of the water where around her someone floated. She heard voices whispering from all angles:
"Hello, our queen, we are happy to greet you, our queen, our queen."
She swam, or rather her body was propelled many hands, so the tried not to move and enjoyed every touch of the unknown beings. Then she was lifted above the water and placed on a raft of reeds. She stood up. Around her was not a soul. The raft continued to drift deeper into the swamp.
"Interesting! How will it all end?"