It was almost noon on a hot Saturday in mid-June and Lisa's wedding day had finally arrived. For over a year Lisa and her bridesmaids had fussed over every detail of today's festivities. Months had been spent on the selection and alterations to Lisa's exquisitely tailored wedding gown and the lovely outfits for her bridesmaids. For a modern woman who disliked frilly formal clothes, Lisa had fallen so deeply in love that she became caught up in the spirit of it all and selected a wedding dress with all the accessories that reflected the very essence of femininity.
The lovely bride was transfixed as she studied her reflection in the mirror while her bridesmaids helped her don the layers of silk and lace. Lisa had straight shoulder-length blonde hair and pleasing blue eyes. Only an hour ago, Lisa was dressed only in her white silken bra, matching embroidered silken panties, garters, and white silk stockings. Then came the nearly floor-length lacy silk slip, followed by a layered pastel blue petticoat with a full bodice that had three tiers of ruffled lace at the bottom. Finally came the exquisite wedding gown with it's own tiers of silk and lace topped off by the matching veil. At last, Lisa daintily lifted the front of her skirts and petticoat as her maid of honor knelt before her and slipped the shiny white wedding pumps onto her white stockinged feet.
Lisa's gown was accessorized with a pair of white satin gloves and a matching silken purse.
Lisa's four bridesmaids all wore light rose-colored bridesmaids dresses with a full skirt of ruffled tiers that came to just below the knee. To support their full skirts, the bridesmaids wore silken slips and a petticoat with bodice. To compliment their dresses, each bridesmaid wore matching gloves, shoes and a rose-colored wide-brimmed floral hat. For a bit of contrast, each bridesmaid wore white pantyhose over her white silken panties. The bridesmaids even carried matching fold-out hand-fans and silken purses.
The young women reveled in the softness, shine and silkiness of the lovely layered outfits that they wore for this special day. The mixed scents of their perfume filled the air. At last, the bridal party completed their preparations, there was not a hair out of place, nor a wrinkle in a dress, and everyone's makeup was done just to perfection.
The bridal party went outside to board the limousine. The women planned to arrive at the Church more than an hour before the ceremony, so that in keeping with tradition the bride would not be seen by her groom before the ceremony. The driver courteously held the door open as the elegant bride and her bridesmaids carefully got inside so as not to disturb their outfits.
The ladies had dressed in their layers of finery in the air-conditioned comfort of Lisa's home and the short walk to the curb made them appreciate the welcome coolness inside the air-conditioned limousine, Lisa was on her way to the Church!
Along a deserted stretch of road, the limousine driver had to take a detour when he came upon a lone female highway worker waving a red flag, she directed him to take the back road. About ten minutes after turning onto the back road, the tires of the limousine were punctured when the car ran over what turned out to be roofing tacks which had been spread on the road. The driver brought the car to a stop as he pulled over to the side of the road. "Sorry ladies", he spoke into the intercom, "A couple of tires went flat. I think I know a shortcut to the main road and I'll walk back as fast as I can and get some help. You ladies might want to get out of the car as it's going to get hot in here soon without the air conditioning".
"Oh No!", exclaimed Lisa. "Don't worry Lisa, everything will be fine.", said Lisa's maid of honor Nancy in an effort to reassure the anxious bride. The ladies disembarked and watched the driver disappear amongst the scrubby bushes as he sought the shortcut to the main road.
As luck would have it, soon a pickup truck appeared in the distance. Nancy scurried down the road and waved the pickup over about fifty feet before where the limousine had come to a stop. Nancy and two young women rejoined the bridal party. One woman wore faded jeans and work clothes and introduced herself as Kathy, the other was Kathy's twenty-year old sister Linda. Linda attended college and had a summer job as a receptionist at City Hall. Kathy had picked up Linda at City Hall, so Linda was still dressed in her work clothes. A pretty blue print-dress with flowers that had a full pleated skirt and a thin black belt, heels and a matching hat.
"We need to get to Church and the tires went flat when we hit something in the road!", exclaimed Lisa breathlessly. "Well, my sister and I will get the tacks off the road and then we can get you to the Church." "Thank You! That would be wonderful!" exclaimed Lisa. Lisa wrote a note to the limousine driver on a napkin with her lipstick and one of her bridesmaids placed it on the dashboard of the limousine. The bridal party removed their purses and Lisa's pretty bouquet from the car and locked everything up. Kathy and Linda meanwhile picked up the tacks from the road and rejoined the anxious bridal party.
"OK, it's all clear now, It will be easier for you ladies to climb into the trailer we've got hitched up." Riding to her wedding in a trailer hitched to a pickup truck wasn't what Lisa had in mind when she planned everything so carefully, but it beat standing by the side of the road and wilting under the hot sun in her wedding gown. Kathy and Linda kindly arranged two wooden boxes on the ground so that the women could step up and into the trailer with ease. Kathy steadied Lisa as the bride stepped up onto the makeshift stairs and into the trailer. Nancy followed in Lisa's footsteps while holding the silken lacy train of Lisa's gown. Lisa's other bridesmaids, Susan, Amy and Christina boarded the trailer as soon as Lisa and Nancy had settled themselves inside.
The roof and most of the walls of the trailer were formed by a tarpaulin canopy tied down over some bare metal framing. "All Set?" asked Kathy as she closed up the metal gate at the back of the trailer. "Yes, and thank you for being so kind" answered Lisa. "No problem at all, by the way I have to let down the tarp back here to keep the dust out and so the police won't stop us. I'm really not supposed to have anyone riding back here you know. It may be a bit bumpy so grab onto something and I'll try to take it easy. Next stop is the Church!", said Kathy as she let the flap of tarp down and tied it in place. In an effort to calm her friend's nerves Nancy said, "Don't worry Lisa, someday you'll laugh when you tell this story to your grandkids." Lisa was again on her way to Church.
The covered trailer bumped along the uneven lane while the formally attired women inside hung on and got hotter and hotter by the minute. Lisa was the most overdressed of them all in her layered gown and fancy petticoats. The bridesmaids used their matching fold-out hand fans to cool themselves and the sweltering bride.
Unbeknownst to everyone, the lone "highway crew person" who detoured the limousine was actually a rival of Lisa's named Martha. As soon as Martha successfully diverted the limousine down the old lane toward her trap of waiting tacks, she ran back to her truck, drove farther down the main road, and turned off onto a little-used shortcut. Martha was anxious to see the fruits of her labors. Martha had planned on having the ladies get stuck out on the back road where it would take them hours to reach any help. Maybe in that time, Lisa's fiancé might become convinced that Lisa had a change of heart. Martha stopped her pickup and scurried down the path to a point that overlooked the spot where the stranded limousine should be stopped. "Yes!" she exclaimed to herself as she peered through the zoom lens of her video camera and pointed her parabolic "big ear" microphone toward the scene. Not only did Martha want to capture Lisa's wedding day disaster on video, she wanted to hear everything as well. Suddenly though, Martha heard the sound of the pickup and saw it pull up a short distance behind the limousine.
Martha watched as the ladies in the pickup removed the tacks from the road and thought to herself, "Nobody uses this road, who are they? It's a good thing I have my backup plan in place. Nobody's going to Church today!". Martha eased herself back down the hill and ran to her truck. Soon Martha had returned to the main road, turned off at another shortcut, and again reached a convenient hiding place overlooking her next stumbling block for the unsuspecting bridal party.
On the previous evening, Martha and some of her close friends had excavated a wide ditch, nearly three feet deep at the midpoint and filled it with a warm mixture of soft mud and clay. "A proper bridal bath for the lovely bride and her bridesmaids!", thought Martha as she and her co-conspirators painstakingly prepared the warm smooth muddy mixture. Martha had guessed that the bridal party might try to walk onward after the limo got stranded, only to encounter the prepared mud-bath placed strategically in a narrow gully with no way around it.
The high rugged pick-up looked like it might be able to get through the mudpool. Martha fumed to herself, "They just might not get stuck after all". Martha adjusted her video camera and the "big ear" and waited. A short time later she heard the sound of the pickup. Martha focused her video camera on the approaching truck.
Kathy and Linda drove onward, Kathy slowed the truck down as she entered the gully. The ground looked a bit too shiny. No sooner had she entered the gully when the truck nosed down into the mud and began to sink. Kathy shifted into four-wheel drive. The wheels spun as the truck slowed. The wheels of the trailer sank into the mud. The truck pulled onward and seemed to be coming up out of the mud when it came to a stop.
"Linda, give me a hand. We've got to unhitch the trailer!", shouted Kathy as she hopped out of the cab and into the mud. Linda hesitated when she opened the door and looked down at the smooth mud beneath her. The pretty receptionist was certainly not anxious to go wading into a mudpool in her dress and heels.
"C'mon Linda, we've got to get the truck out now or we'll be stuck in the mud." The urgency in her sister's voice snapped Linda out of her reverie and Linda lowered her feet into the mud without even pausing to remove her pretty heels. Linda gasped as her feet disappeared into the mud and she experienced the warmth of the smooth mud as it flooded her heels and rose up to her calves. Linda cautiously made her way toward the back of the pickup. She steadied herself by holding onto the truck with one hand and holding her free arm outstretched to keep her balance. With each step, the pretty receptionist sank deeper in the mud. After only a few steps, the mud rose to just below her knees, and inevitably the hem of her pretty dress dipped beneath the shiny brown surface.
"Owwwh! There goes my dress!", thought Linda. Linda quickly waded further into the mudpool to where the trailer was hitched to the pickup. Her dress was a total loss so there was no point in worrying about it anymore. By the time she reached the trailer hitch, most of her skirt had disappeared beneath the surface, and Linda was wading in mud nearly half-way up her thighs. "Unhitch the last catch on your side underneath!", exclaimed Kathy. Linda knelt down as she concentrated on undoing the hasp of the trailer hookup.
Only when the hasp came free did she realize that by kneeling down she had dunked herself nearly hip-deep in the mud. The smooth mud had flowed into her underthings.
"Owwwwwh!! Yuck!", exclaimed Linda as she stood up. But the damage was already done.
Kathy waded back to the pickup and climbed into the cab while Linda scurried up onto the dry bank and stood there, fuming as she looked down at her ruined outfit and heels. Globules of thick mud fell from the hem of her ruined dress and liquid mud ran down her legs.
With the sinking trailer unhitched, Kathy was able to drive the truck out of the soft mud. Kathy parked the truck and approached Linda. By now, Linda had removed her muddy heels and almost "waddled" as she walked toward Kathy. Linda shifted her feet and tugged at her skirts near the belt.
Linda disliked the feel of her mud-filled panties as the liquefied mud oozed around within them from one place to another in response to Linda's every movement. The mud was slowly draining out through the gaps around the leg openings and ran down over her stockings. Linda desperately wanted to empty her muddied panties as quickly as possible.
"Yuck!~, exclaimed Linda, "my panties feel so messy". Kathy looked at her sister's dress and saw the now brown lacy hem of Linda's slip peeking out from just below the hem of Linda's dress. The trailer sat in the middle of the mudpool. Bubbling sounds could be heard as the wheels slowly dissappeared into the mud. "If we don't get the girls out of there, they're gonna wind up taking a mudbath too!", said Kathy. "Linda, I'm sorry about how messy you feel and your dress and heels. I'm afraid we'll have to wade in again and try to rescue the girls."
"Owwwh Noo!", moaned Linda as she dropped hermuddied heels in the back of the pickup and grudgingly waddled back into the mudpool.
Martha was having a glorious time watching all this. She was especially gleeful when Kathy and Linda had to unhitch the trailer. "Serves you two right. No good deed goes unpunished!", thought Martha, as she zoomed in for a close-up of Linda standing on the bank of the mudpool in her ruined outfit. Linda's dress was completely brown from the hemline up to the pretty belt. Martha savored the look of distaste on Linda's face as Linda waded back into the mudpool. But the best was yet to come.
by John Smith
For Lisa and her bridesmaids, things happened so swiftly that there was simply nothing else to do but hang on. One moment they were bumping along the uneven lane, then the trailer slowed down and in the next moment the ground seemed to give way under them as the girls heard a loud sploshing sound. Next came the sounds of the truck wheels spinning, the trailer being unhitched, and finally the sound of the truck pulling away.
Nancy lifted the tarp from the front end of the trailer and saw the muddied pickup sitting on the bank, and nothing but shiny mud surrounding the sinking trailer. All of the girls sensed that the trailer was sinking and heard soft bubbling sounds as the trailer settled into the mud. Kathy and Linda again waded into the mud and back to the trailer. Nancy couldn't help but notice the sorry state of Linda's once pretty dress now that it had been ruined in the mud. She dreaded the thought of anyone in the bridal party getting mud on their pretty outfits.
Kathy spoke to Nancy. "Gosh, I'm sorry, I've never seen this road washed out like this before. We've gotta get you girls up on dry ground. Is everyone ok?".
"We're fine.", said Nancy, " We can't climb out dressed like this! Maybe you can hitch up a chain and tow us out?".
"That won't work, You're sinking fast. Pass down your purses and Lisa's bouquet. We'll take those and be right back.".
Kathy and Linda waded to the shore with the girls things. Lisa and the bridesmaids peeled off the tarpolin canopy of the trailer. Kathy and Linda returned and stood in the mud at the front of the trailer. "We'll carry you out. Let's save the bride first.", said Kathy.
"Please hurry! And whatever you do, don't get mud on my dress!", answered Lisa anxiously as Nancy helped her up onto the bench of the trailer.
Liquefied mud had begun to seep into the trailer. The bridesmaids scampered up onto the bench next to where Lisa sat. Kathy scooped up the lovely bride in her arms. Lisa wrapped her arms around Kathy's neck for added support. Kathy was a strong young woman who had worked hard all her life and carrying the slender bride would have been no trouble on dry land. In the soft mud however, Kathy's footing was not so good and she nearly stumbled from the added weight.
Kathy cautiously turned around and inched toward the bank as she carefully held the bride up away from the mud. From her vantage point, Martha watched anxiously as Lisa was carried slowly out of the quagmire. "Just one false step and in you go!", she thought to herself.
By now the desperate bridesmaids had gathered at one corner of the front of the trailer. The girls were anxious to take their turns at being carried to the shore as the trailer continued to sink. Unfortunately for the entire bridal party, the concentrated weight of all the girls at one corner, caused the corner where the girls were standing to abruptly tilt downward into the mud. The girls let out a collective shriek as the trailer shifted. Two of the bridesmaids jumped feet-first into the mudbath while holding up their skirts and petticoats in a futile attempt to save their outfits. The lovely matching floral hats flew from their heads and landed in the soft mud.
As each bridesmaid came down in the soupy brown mud with a loud sploshing sound, mud flew in all directions and landed on everyone. The girls windmilled their arms and leaned backwards to keep from falling face-down in the mud. Both girls wound up having to sit down in the mud as they quickly sank in over their knees from the force of the landing.
The girl's lovely skirts and petticoats billowed outward on the surface for a few seconds, but were ultimately pulled under as both girls settled waist-deep into the warm mudbath. Bubbling sounds were heard as the soupy mud swallowed up the bridemaids pretty outfits. One of the bridesmaids who jumped into the mudpool was Lisa's maid of honor Nancy, she couldn't believe what was happening! After Nancy landed in the mud and sat back, she sank quickly and plunged her arms into the mud in an effort to struggle free, only to succeed in sinking her skirts and petticoats deep into the brown muck.
The warm smooth mud was a new sensation for her as it flowed into her underthings and gently caressed her, It felt so relaxing that she sighed quietly as she surrendered herself to the warm mud.
Nancy allowed herself to sink until she felt her backside settle on the soft bottom of the mudpool. The soupy mud oozed through the waistband of her pantyhose and quickly filled her silken panties. Nancy surrendered herself to the pleasures of these new sensations and momentarily forgot her predicament as she lazily moved her legs back and forth in the warm mudbath. She wiggled her toes and reveled in the smoothness of the mud as it squished around in the toes of her formal pumps and oozed through the thin fabric of her pantyhose.
Nancy thought to herself, "No wonder the rich women pay top-dollar to bathe in the hot mud spas. This is wonderful! I wonder if they sometimes go in all dressed up? Maybe that would explain the fate of all those lovely evening gowns and party dresses you only see them wear once!"
Unfortunately for Lisa, Linda backed up into Kathy as she hurriedly retreated from the shifting trailer and the panicking bridesmaids. Kathy fell forward and dropped Lisa into the soft squashy mud backside-first with a sploshing sound. Kathy landed directly on top of Lisa and the weight of Kathy's body sank the hapless bride into nearly two feet of soft mud while completely submerging Lisa's voluminous billowing skirts and petticoats.
Lisa sat shocked and motionless in the mudbath. She looked down at the glistening brown mud which was almost up to her armpits. Lisa`s head and shoulders were still spotlessly clean.
"OOhhh!", screached Lisa. "Let me help you", said Kathy. "Ohhh leave me alone!" said Lisa as she plunged her arms deep into the mud and tried to raise herself, only to fall back into the mudbath, finishing off the back of her veil and muddying much of her shiny blonde hair.
"I'm sorry Kathy, Please help me up", implored Lisa as she lifted her muddied arm toward Kathy. "Of course, Dear", answered Kathy as she reached down under Lisa's arms and shoulders and helped the muddied bride rise slowly up out of the mud. For Martha the sight of the lovely bride being dropped into the mud, and two of her bridesmaids sinking into the mudbath up to their waists, but nearly clean from the waist up, was outrageously funny.
"In goes the bride! Two bridesmaids down, two to go!" thought Martha. Christina and Susan, the two bridesmaids who chose not to jump from the trailer, observed the fate of their companions in open-mouthed shock. Nancy and Amy struggled back to the trailer and grabbed onto it as they pulled themselves up out of the mud.
By now the trailer was nearly full of liquid mud, but the wheels had finally touched bottom, Only the topmost part of the trailer and the benches remained clean. Christina and Susan stood on the clean bench and clung to the metal frame of the trailers canopy as they looked down at the rippling shiny surface of the mudpool, which was now only inches beneath their lovely formal heels.
"Are you all right?" asked Christina. "Just look at us! We're a mess! But we're ok.", answered Nancy. Nancy and Amy reached down and removed their mud-filled formal shoes. The girls placed their ruined muddied pumps on the bench next to Susan and Christina. "What do we do now?" asked Susan. "Unbuckle the straps on your heels and take them off. You can't wade around in this stuff wearing your heels, and at least you'll save your shoes.", answered Nancy.
Susan looked increadulously at Nancy, "You don't expect us to wade around in THAT do you?". "Susan, everybody is covered with mud! If we try carry you out, you'll only get muddy anyhow, and you two can't just stand there all day. It might be hours before any help arrives.".
"I can't believe I'm doing this!", answered Susan as she and Christina unbuckled and removed their heels with one hand while clinging to the metal frame of the trailer with the other. "OK girls, the mud comes up to just above my knees, so try to hold up your dresses and maybe the hems won't get muddy. We'll help you climb down. Who wants to go first?"
Neither girl had been willing to jump into the mud in the first place, and the prospect of climbing into the mudbath and destroying their pretty outfits was even more unappealing. "C'mon, we haven't got all day!", exclaimed Nancy as she held up a gloved muddied hand toward the girls. "All right", said Susan as she took a deep breath and exhaled, "I'll go first, but I don't want you to help me down. Nancy, you're all muddy and if you touch me you'll get mud all over my dress. I'll climb down on my own thank you." "Suit yourself, but don't say I didn't warn you!" answered Nancy.
Susan sat on the bench and made a face as she gingerly lowered one of her pantyhose-clad feet into the shiny brown mud and said "Yuck!". Susan quickly lifted her foot out of the soft mud and looked with distaste at the shiny brown mud which now engulfed her foot and obliterated the once white color of her pantyhose. She wiggled her toes. "It's ok Sue, the first step is the hardest", said Amy encouragingly. Susan submerged her muddied foot back into the mud and lowered her legs over the side of the trailer. She gathered her skirts in one hand, eased herself closer to the edge of the bench and said, "I can't hold up my dress and lower myself over the side. Owww yuck!." With a look of resignation, Susan turned over on her stomach, held onto the trailer and gingerly lowered herself into the mudpool.
Once her feet touched bottom, Susan looked down and gasped with distaste when she saw that nearly six inches of her skirt from the hemline up now floated on the surface of the soupy mud. "Oohh No", moaned Susan as she gently lifted her skirts off the surface of the muck. A tell-tale brownish stain had already climbed about an inch above the hemline.
"Owww No!, My dress!" I'm getting out of here as fast as I can.", said Susan as she held up her gathered skirts with one hand and snatched up her clean shoes from the bench with the other. Without hesitation, Susan turned away from the trailer and waded quickly toward the shore.
"Sue! don--!", called out Nancy, but it was too late. Susan lost her footing, she desperately tried to regain her balance. She leaned from side to side, this way and that. With her shoes in one hand and her skirts in the other Susan couldn't steady herself. Susan let go of her skirts, dropped her clean shoes into the mud, and windmilled her arms in a last frantic effort to steady herself. In the end, she sat down in the mud with a plopping sound.
"Owwwh! My shoes! My dress!", screached Susan as she settled into the warm mudbath. Susan reached into the muck and fished out her formal pumps. They were filled with soft mud.
Nancy had to cover her mouth to suppress a giggle. A defeated Susan made her way back to the trailer, lifted herself out of the mud and said, "Nancy, what were you trying to say?". "Never mind Sue, it's too late now". Susan looked down at the front of her ruined bridesmaids dress and turned to look up at Christina. Christina was the last of the clean bridesmaids, and the last clean woman in the bridal party.
Christina looked down at her friends as they stood knee-deep in the mud and in disbelief shook her head as she said, "Oh no you don't! There's no way I'm climbing down now!"
Susan laughed, "Oh C'mon Christina, it isn't so bad once you're in. It's smooth and warm and feels nice. Besides, Nancy, Amy and I are now wearing two-tone brown and light-rose colored dresses. Once you join us, all the bridesmaids outfits will match! Just look at poor Lisa, if she's a mess, none of us should come out of this clean either. Now come down or we'll come up and get you!" "Susan!", exclaimed Christina, "Nancy, will you say something?"
Christina looked at Nancy for support but all Nancy did was to say, "Christina, It's like those formal dinner parties at someone's house with a pool, only this time the pool is filled with mud. Like it or not, once the first girl winds up in the pool, one way or another all the girls go in."
"Oh! Nancy! All right then, I'm climbing down.", answered Christina with a note of surrender in her voice. Christina was a cute pixie-ish young woman, she sat down on the bench and lowered her legs over the side. "We'll help you in", said Nancy. Amy and Nancy lifted Christina by the armpits off of the bench, and in doing so got mud all over her spotless dress from their muddied gloves.
The girls gently lowered the pretty bridesmaid into the mud feet-first, until the mud was nearly up to her belly. Christina's full skirt and layered petticoats resembled a red lily as they spread out and floated in a wide circle on the shiny brown surface of the smooth mud.
For all of the other girls, their immersion in the mudbath took place in a split-second. Christina's fate was worse in a way, as she felt the soft mud rise around her thighs, eventually reaching her panties. Christina sighed when the smooth mud oozed into her panties and quickly filled them to the waistband.
"Now Christina", said Nancy, "press down on your skirts a little". "Nancy!", exclaimed Christina. "Christina, if you don't muddy your skirts, Amy and I will drop you in and ruin your hair and makeup as well!", warned Nancy.
Christina reached down with her clean gloved-hands and gently pressed her skirts down into the soft mud. She started at the front of her skirts, then did the sides and finally looked over her shoulder as she reached back to submerge the back of her skirts. She gently pressed down on each section of her skirts until she felt the resistance of the mud beneath the material give way, and brownish stains appear around her gloved hands. The palm-sized brownish stains on her skirts quickly spread as the material drank up the mud. Soon enough, the floating circle of skirts around her had taken on the color of the mud. Christina did not want to get her hands muddy, but she knew that the girls would dunk her in completely if she didn't submerge her skirts.
The other bridesmaids looked on as the last clean girl in the bridal party methodically ruined her pretty bridesmaids dress. Christina pushed her hands down further into the mud as she pressed down harder on her now brownish skirts. The mud bubbled as her skirts and petticoats at last went under, and Christina felt the limp-muddied material brush against her legs.
"How's that?" asked Christina as she looked up incredulously at the other bridesmaids. "Very nice Christina!", answered Amy, "We'll help you up now". Nancy and Amy were satisfied now that Christina's outfit was ruined.
Susan wouldn't leave well enough alone. "Let's do our hats too Christina!", suggested Susan.
Susan took off her hat and dipped it into the soft mud. Everyone looked at Christina. Christina had no choice, she too removed her pretty floral hat and dipped it in the soupy mud. Christina had short black hair which she wore in a very attractive bob-hairstyle, Susan on the other had long hair and only yesterday had gotten a fancy hairdo at the beauty parlor for the occasion of Lisa's wedding.
Christina knew that Susan had a lot more to lose if her fancy hairdo got muddy. So to one-up Susan and to get back at her for being so enthusiastic about climbing down into the mud and ruining their hats as well, Christina smiled sweetly at Susan and settled the muddied hat back onto her head.
Now it was Susan's turn to follow through. The girls looked at Susan and waited. Susan shook her head and said, "Oh! No! I just had my hair done!", as she gingerly settled the mud-filled hat onto her head. Soft mud ran down over Susan's hair and ruined her lovely hairdo. Brown rivulets of liquid mud ran off Susan's and Christina's muddied hats and hair and over the light rose-colored bodices of their dresses, leaving a trail of brownish stains. Christina smiled to herself as she picked up her clean shoes off the bench. The bridesmaids clung to each other as they carefully inched their way toward the bank of the mudpool.
Nancy and Amy retrieved their sinking hats from the muck, only to don the muddied hats and ruin their own hair in the bargain.
The muddied bridesmaids at last reached the shore after several minutes of wallowing in the mudpool. As Nancy neared the bank of the mudpit, she deliberately sat down in the mud, although she claimed that she lost her footing.
"My outfit is ruined anyhow, and it feels so good, I might as well have a little fun!", thought Nancy as she luxuriated in the warmest mud near the edge of the mudpool.
"Oops!", said Amy as she jostled Christina, causing Christina to drop her pretty light-rose colored formal shoes into the mud near the edge of the pool. Amy wanted to make sure that Christina didn't salvage anything from the mudbath. The once red-rose bridesmaids dresses with frilly wide skirts were now two-tone rose and brown.
The bridesmaid's heavy mud-laden skirts and petticoats hung limply against their legs and made squashy swishing sounds as they moved. Their silk panties and pantyhose were filled to the waistband with soupy mud. Brown muddy water and blobs of liquified mud dripped from the hems of their skirts.
The bridesmaids stood on the bank of the mudpit and shook blobs of mud from their muddied skirts. Christina fished out her mud-filled shoes and carefully placed them on the ground so as not to spill out any of the soft mud. Christina smiled at Amy as she stepped into her mud-filled pumps and buckled up the straps. Mud overflowed from all sides of her ruined shoes. Christina then took a few steps. The mud-filled pumps overflowed with liquid mud and made squashing sounds with each step Christina took.
Amy exclaimed, "Christina, what are you doing!".
"Everything's ruined anyhow, and actually it's kind of nice. You should try it!", replied Christina.
Amy looked down at her mud-coated stockinged feet and the ruined muddy shoes she now carried in her hand, shrugged her shoulders and laughed.
"Here goes!", said Amy as she knelt down in the soft mud, filled her pumps and put them on.
Encumbered by her mud-soaked wedding gown and layers of petticoats, it took Lisa nearly ten minutes longer to struggle out of quagmire and onto dry land with Kathy and Linda's help. Lisa had lost her formal white wedding pumps somewhere in the muck. Kathy and Linda retrieved the ruined now-brown pumps and tried to empty out the mud. In an ironic gesture, Lisa lifted the front of her heavy mud-soaked skirts while Kathy wordlessly slipped the muddy wedding shoes onto Lisa's brown muddied feet.
The irony was not lost on Lisa. Only a short while ago Lisa looked so pretty when her maid of honor helped her step into her new white wedding pumps. Lisa's sparkling white wedding gown was completely brown except for a few splotches of white, her stockings bore only a few clean spots to serve as a reminder that they too had once been spotlessly white. Her wide ruffled lacy skirts hung limply against her flattened mud-soaked petticoats. Liquid mud ran down her legs and quickly refilled her ruined pumps.
In an act of kindness, Kathy took Lisa's hand and began to gently brush the mud from the lacy sleeve of Lisa's gown.
Martha zoomed in to get a full length shot of the muddied bride standing near the mudpool in all her glory. Martha could hardly contain herself. This was better than slapstick comedy. Lisa and all of her bridesmaids had taken a mudbath. Not voluntarily at first, but now Lisa's bridesmaids seemed to be really "getting into it". Best of all though she had everything on video, including all the squashy sounds made by their mud-soaked wedding regalia made as the women moved about.
Kathy fetched a canteen of water from the cab of the truck and wet down some tissues so the girls could at least wipe their hands and faces. Kathy then said, "Lisa, you poor Dear, let's get you out of that gown and cleaned up. We'll call ahead as soon as we reach a phone and get you cleaned up and dressed for the ceremony."
"Lisa can't do that", said Nancy, "it's bad luck for the bride to take off her wedding dress until she's married. We need to clean her up without getting her undressed, or she gets married 'as is'."
"Well", said Kathy as she looked at Lisa, "I own the Regal Car Wash just on the outskirts of town and we can clean you up there. We'll rinse the mud out of Lisa's gown and wash her down, 'gown and all'! You bridesmaids could wash up, do your hair and even wash your clothes as well."
Lisa stood listening with her hands on her hips and said, "At this point I'll try anything."
Nancy spoke up, "It's not fair for Lisa to have to wear her muddy gown while we get to wash out our outfits. If Lisa has to keep her gown on then so should we. Right girls"
The other bridesmaids couldn't wait to peel off their heavy mud-soaked outfits, but they all wanted to show their support for Lisa, so nobody objected. Lisa's bridesmaids did their best to brush the mud from Lisa's wedding dress before it dried in under the hot sun.
Martha raced back to her truck and drove to an empty building adjacent to the Regal Car Wash so she could videotape everything and maybe even derail Lisa's plans again.
The bridal party climbed into the bed of the pickup. Linda joined the other women in the back of the truck as she did not want to mess up the seats with her muddy dress.
Lisa spoke quietly to her loyal maid of honor. "I bet Martha is behind all this, the tacks, the mudbath too! I've never seen natural mud around here THAT smooth.".
"I'll get to the bottom of this by the time you get back from your honeymoon", answered Nancy. A short time later they arrived at the car wash.
by John Smith
Kathy helped the women climb down out of the pickup and told them, "I radioed ahead on the way over and everything is set". Kathy led the women to a hose that was hooked up to a fixture directly over a drain in the floor. "The car wash is closed, so nobody can see you, You can adjust the temperature of the water to make it comfortable. I'll leave you to clean yourselves up a bit. We can give you all a bath without anyone having to take off their outfits when you're done rinsing off."
Nancy addressed the group, "I'll call the Church and the Country Club, you girls get Lisa and yourselves rinsed off and I'll be right back." Without pausing to rinse herself down, Nancy strode over to a nearby pay phone and left a trail of mud from her skirts and muddy footprints from her shoes as she went. Lisa handed the hose over to her Amy and said, "I never thought I'd want someone to hose me down in my wedding dress, but after getting dunked in the mudbath I can't wait to get the mud off of me. You might as well get on with it".
"We'll start with your hair first Lisa", said Amy, as she bent Lisa over slightly and rinsed the mud out of her hair.
The girls next set about the task of rinsing the mud from Lisa's wedding dress. As they hosed down the gown and petticoats, torrents of muddy water ran down Lisa's legs and poured out from around the hem of Lisa's soaked skirts. Lisa relaxed as the warm water poured over her. When the girls finished, the globs of mud were gone but Lisa's gown was only a slightly lighter shade of brown.
The rinsing off picked up Lisa's spirits a bit. "Except for the fact that this is my wedding day, all this was kind of fun", she thought to herself.
Finally, Lisa stepped out of her mud-filled shoes and the girls rinsed off her legs and feet before rinsing out her formal white wedding shoes. To keep her feet from getting messy again, the girls helped Lisa step back into her soaked wedding pumps. The pumps had taken on a beige color from the mud. Lisa thought back to the first time she had stepped into these shoes at home, when everything looked so lovely.
Nancy rejoined the group and smiled at Lisa. "Everything's fine, the Priest will perform the ceremony outdoors at the Country Club where we originally planned to have the reception."
Nancy and the other bridesmaids took turns rinsing the mud from their outfits. Martha had to fight back laughter as she videoed the bridesmaids casually hosing each other down from head to toe and rinsing the mud out of their high-heel shoes.
In the meanwhile, Kathy ran the muddied pickup truck through the wash. Linda hosed down the lower half of her dress and rinsed the mud out of her heels. Except for a few splotches of mud, the bodice of Linda's dress was clean, and her hair and makeup were still intact. The contrast between the upper half of Linda's dress, which was still dry and quite pretty and the lower half, which was now soaking wet with a brownish hue, was plain to see.
Naturally, Linda's transparent pantyhose had taken on a brownish color and her water-logged heels were stained beyond salvage. Kathy casually hosed herself off. Kathy's denim shirt, faded jeans, and high work boots were none the worse for wear.
Kathy walked over to the bridal party and said, "That's better, but You girls really do need a bath. I've hooked up the soap nozzles to a container of scented bath soap. We'll sit you all in the back of the pickup and run you through the wash. Everyone climbed into the back of the pickup. Lisa sat down on the floor in the center of the truck bed and spread the skirts and petticoats around her. One bridesmaid sat near each corner of the truck bed. "We'll each try to clean a different part of your skirts", said Nancy.
Linda decided to "opt out" of the trip though the wash since her hair and makeup had escaped unscathed from the mudbath.
Kathy started up the conveyer belt and moved the truck into the wash. Soon the bridal party was sitting directly under jets of warm water which sprayed into the truck from the sides. Kathy stopped the conveyer belt and let the level of water in the bed of the truck rise until the formally attired women were sitting in almost 2 feet of hot water. The wide circular patterns formed by their spread-out skirts and petticoats overlapped in an undulating mixture of brownish-red and off-white.
Kathy restarted the conveyer and the truck passed out of the water jets. The girls in the truck looked at each other as Kathy called out, "Now for the bubblebath!"
Blobs of floating soap suds descended over the women from all sides. The suds soon covered the women completely and filled the bed of the truck to overflowing.
"Guess I overdid it", thought Kathy as she moved truck along the conveyer out of the soap jets.
"Wow! this is fun!" exclaimed Lisa, as she brushed the suds away from her face and laughed. It was the first time Lisa had laughed all day.
The other girls burst into laughter too at the silliness of it all. It was Lisa's wedding day, the bride and her bridesmaids were casually taking a fully-clothed bubble bath in their wedding outfits, in the back of a pickup truck, going through a car wash. None of the girls had ever imagined anything like this ever happening!
Kathy stopped the conveyer and called out. "You girls wash up now and I'll rinse you off when you're ready." Kathy placed a hose in the truckbed and let warm clean water run in to replace the muddy bathwater that slowly drained from the truckbed. The bridesmaids agitated Lisa's skirts and petticoats in the warm bubble bath while Lisa soaped up the bodice of her gown and her veil.
The girls even removed Lisa's wedding shoes and soaped up Lisa's feet before slipping the shoes back onto Lisa's soaped-up feet. After Lisa was completely soaped up, the bridesmaids soaped up their own outfits, hats, gloves, shoesand all.
Kathy handed the girls a bottle of shampoo which the girls passed around to one another. Lisa and her bridesmaids sat in their makeshift bath and lathered up their hair while chatting and giggling like they didn't have a care in the world. Streams of lather ran off their hair and over their wedding outfits.
The luxurious lather of the shampoo felt so good and worked so well at removing some of the stains that the girls shampooed their outfits as well. When Kathy noticed that the water draining from the bottom of the truckbed had lost most of its brownish color, she turned off the water supply to the girl's bath. Soon most of the water in bed of the pickup had drained off.
Kathy told the bridal party, "OK girls, time to rinse off", as she opened the gate at the back of the truck and the remaining few inches of water drained away, leaving the bridal party sitting in a nearly a foot of lathery suds.
Kathy started up the conveyer and positioned the ladies under the jets of warm water. Torrents of brownish-white lather and soapy water flowed from the opened gate of the pickup. The girls rinsed out their hair. The bridesmaids lifted Lisa's skirts to rinse all the soap and shampoo out of her underthings, while Lisa finished rinsing her hair, the bodice of her gown, and her veil.
Finally, the bridesmaids tended to their own outfits as well. When it looked as though the girls had gotten the soap off, Kathy turned off the jets and moved the truck to the end of the wash. Kathy helped the women climb down. "Here's a hose so you can rinse out the last of the soap."
"You've been so kind to us. Thank You", answered Lisa radiantly.
The bridesmaids took great care to insure that all of the soap was hosed out of Lisa's gown and petticoats before turning the hose on themselves. When everyone was done hosing down, the girls tried to wring the water from Lisa's sopping wet wedding gown.
Lisa looked at herself in the mirror that hung near Kathy's office and exclaimed to the girls, "Antique white! I had insisted on bright white all along but I guess I was destined to wear antique white after all." Lisa's gown and veil were in fact, a uniform shade of antique white.
The bridesmaids once-white pantyhose resembled Lisa's "antique white" wedding gown. The bridal party was sopping wet, their formal high-heel shoes were water logged and their clothes still carried the scent of the bubble bath they had just enjoyed. But the mud stains were mostly gone and everyone felt better after their communal bath.
Nancy addressed the ladies, "I asked Linda to get us some hair dryers from the pharmacy store so we could dry our hair." The loyal bridesmaids first set to work brushing and styling Lisa's hair as they dried it. The bridesmaids then turned to fixing up their own hair while Lisa reapplied her makeup. Soon enough, everyone had finished doing their makeup. All the while, water steadily dripped from the women's soaked outfits.
Kathy told the women, "Linda and I will take you to the Country club. You'll dry off a bit more on the way. I've rinsed out and dried the back of the truck, so all aboard!". Kathy helped the soaked bridal party climb back into the truck and closed the gate.
All the while, Martha videotaped the entire cleanup. "I tried my best, she's gonna get married no matter what. Lisa this is sure your wetting day! Maybe I'll send Lisa a copy of the tape as a keepsake!".
The adventure didn't end there though. Nancy checked out her list of wedding day traditions as she spoke to Lisa. "According to this list, the bride has to be the prettiest woman at her wedding. Well Lisa, we did a much better job at cleaning up your dress and doing your hair than we did for ourselves so I suppose that's fine. But we need to do something about all the other women at the Country Club."
A sly glint came into Nancy's eyes.
Lisa looked at her maid of honor and said, "You Wouldn't!"
"Why not?", answered Nancy, "its a hot day and they've all been standing out in the hot sun. If we mess them up a bit we won't stand out so much, and we need to honor the tradition."
Lisa replied, "there's been enough messing up today, I won't hear of it."
Unbeknownst to Lisa, Nancy had Kathy pick up some supplies from a restaurant-supply store and stowed them in the cab of the truck while the bridal party was busy drying their hair. Kathy was thorough, she bought five-gallon kegs of blueberry pie-filling, yellow custard, and thick split-pea soup. All of the kegs were equipped with hand pumps and spray nozzles as well.
The pickup arrived at the back entrance of the Country club. The bridal party climbed out and collected their purses and Lisa's bouquet from Kathy and Linda. The pretty young daughter of the Country Club's owner greeted the ladies and introduced herself as Sandy.
The attractively dressed young woman looked just too perfect in her sunshine-yellow dress with a full pleated skirt that came to just below the knees, matching wide-brimmed hat and pumps.
She wordlessly took in the bridal party with a sweeping glance, smiled and said, "I'd heard things were going to be a little bit out of the ordinary today but I never guessed we'd be hosting a wet wedding! Just where did you ladies get those brownish patterns on your dresses!?
Please allow me show you ladies to the women's locker room so you can freshen up a bit."
"See", whispered Nancy as she nudged one of the other bridesmaids, "Lisa and the rest of us will have to bear comments like that all day if we don't set things straight before we start the ceremony".
Lisa turned to Kathy and Linda and said, "I can't thank you enough for getting me to my wedding. You've both been so helpful and I'm so sorry about your outfit Linda. I don't know how I can ever pay you back for your kindness. In the meantime, I'd be honored to have you both as my wedding guests."
"That's a wonderful thought Lisa, but we're hardly dressed for a wedding", replied Linda as she looked down at her soaked, stained dress and ruined heels.
"That's ok", answered Nancy, "Neither are we! Besides, we won't stand out too much from the rest of the others will we?", said Nancy as she winked at Kathy.
"I think we'll be just fine Linda", answered Kathy knowingly.
All the ladies followed Sandy to the locker room. Sandy politely addressed the group, "I'll be back in a few moments to check on you. Is there anything you girls need?"
"Yes", said Nancy, "Could you please have Ann-Marie McGrath and Karen Roberts meet us here in the locker room."
Sandy left the room and Nancy sprang into action. "All right, Susan and Christina, take Lisa to the next room and get to work on her outfit with the hair dryers. Dry out her shoes and gown as much as you can."
The girls lead Lisa off to an adjoining room and closed the door. With Lisa safely out of the room, Nancy turned to the other ladies. "In the meantime, Kathy and Linda will bring in the supplies and I'll have my old friends go around and ask the young single women to join us in small groups in the ladies locker room, 'to help out the bridal party' Remember, not a word to Lisa!
Turn on the showers so nobody outside can hear us. When the small groups arrive, we'll convince them to make a small sacrifice in the name of tradition, those who won't will wind up making a big one!
When we finish, nobody will be in a position to gossip about the bridal party if their own skirts aren't clean and dry. Kathy and Linda, set up the syrup cans and the nozzles. Nancy's old friends joined the group in the locker room and listened to Nancy's explanation of their plight.
"We don't mind getting a little messy, Sounds like fun! That girl Sandy had such a look on her face when she asked us to join you here.
Let's be sure she's in the first group.", said Ann-Marie.
"Great", answered Nancy, "Between Kathy, Linda, Amy and me we'll have everyone properly ready for the ceremony in no time."
A few minutes later, Ann-Marie and Karen returned with Sandy and three other women.
"Ah!", said Nancy as she cupped her hands together, "Glad you could join us. As you may know, in keeping with the tradition that the bride has to be the prettiest woman at her wedding and we need a small favor.
You see, the bridal party had a bit of a mishap and the bride's wedding gown just doesn't look as pretty as it should. So I'm afraid we have to mess everyone up a bit for the bride's sake. We'll use just a few squirts of colorful goo and then have you stand under the shower to rinse off.
After we finish with all the ladies, then we'll get on with the ceremony."
Sandy turned to leave the room but was intercepted by Kathy and Linda.
Nancy turned to Sandy and said, "Don't be in such a hurry to leave yet Sandy, we have to put the finishing touches on that lovely yellow dress before we start the festivities."
Nancy didn't know that the Country Club had been serving champagne to the guests for quite some time while everyone awaited the arrival of the bridal party. It was very hot and the guests had not eaten anything yet, so by now many of the women were already feeling a bit tipsy.
The three young women who came in with Sandy shrugged their shoulders and said "Sounds like fun!", "It'll sure liven things up a bit.", as they stepped forward.
"Now I'll let you girls have a choice. Blueberry pie-filling, split-pea soup or yellow custard.", said Nancy.
The first woman to step forward wore a pink pastel silk dress with a full skirt and matching shoes. She introduced herself as April and said, "I'll have the pea soup. Green will certainly add a a splash of color to my dress!"
"Comming right up!", replied Nancy as Amy pumped the nozzle and Nancy squirted the thick green mixture all over the front of April's dress from just below the collar to about six-inches above the hemline of her skirt.
"April, It's kind of thick, so spread it around a bit and rub it in good so it soaks into your dress."
April spread the thick pea-soup all over her dress and casually wiped her messy hands on her skirt when she was done.
"Ok April, now just wait a few minutes before you go under the shower so the stains will set in properly. Thank you for being so cooperative."
The second young woman was named Brenda, she wore a light-green dress with a full ruffled skirt.
"Well Brenda, pea-soup almost matches the colorof that pretty green dress, and yellow custard won't really stand out too much either, so I guess that leaves us no choice but to use blueberry pie-filling."
Nancy sighed and commented, "And it was such a pretty dress.", as Amy pumped the plunger on the keg of blueberry syrup a few times to build up the pressure.
Nancy sprayed a thick zig-zag pattern of messy filling onthe front of Brenda's dress. Brenda gasped when the first load of the thick purple filling splashed over the front of her dress, but she quickly recovered her composure and followed April's lead, methodically spreading the filling over the bodice and full skirt of her of her dress.
When Brenda was done, Nancy looked her over. "Hmmm", said Nancy, "I think just a little more near the hemline", as she squirted more on Brenda's skirts. Brenda gathered the material of her skirts together and rubbed in the messy filling.
"Very nice Brenda!", said Nancy with a smile, "Now wipe your hands off on the clean parts of your skirts". Brenda wiped the filling from her sticky hands. "Brenda, thank you so much for being so cooperative. You can join April over there and wait to go under the shower."
The third young woman was named Tina and she wore an orange suit with a creamy-white silken blouse and matching orange shoes. "Well Tina, I think any of the goodies we have would add a bit of contrast to your outfit", said Nancy.
"Oh my!", exclaimed Tina, "Since I won't be wearing this outfit again anyhow, it might be fun to try a little of each."
"Sure, just leave it to me. First take off your jacket. We'll take care of your blouse and skirt first and then we'll finish with your jacket. Tina unbuttoned her jacket, took it off and brushed back her long hair long hair to reveal the lovely embroidered silk blouse.
"That's such a lovely blouse. I'm so sorry Tina, but today the whole bridal party wound up in a mud-puddle, that's how I got these brown stains all over my bridesmaids dress."
"Oh the poor bride! As a woman I understand completely.", answered Tina. "I don't mind getting messy for Lisa's sake. Besides, every once in a while it's good clean fun to get a little messy.
Just as long as all the other girls do too!. Let me have it!". Nancy squirted blueberry filling over the front of Tina's white blouse. Tina squealed with delight and rubbed the stuff around until nearly the entire front was smeared with dark purple filling.
Some of the messy filling ran down her blouse and onto her clean orange skirt, leaving a few purple-ish stains. Tina smiled at Nancy as she wiped her messy hands on her skirt.
Tina stood with her hands on her hips waiting for what might come next. Nancy obliged by squirting the thick pea-soup over the front of Tina's skirt.
TIna went to work and spread the viscous mixture around until it had completely been absorbed into the thick material of her skirt. "It got soaked up pretty quick.
Can I have a little more on my skirt?", asked Tina with a giggle. "Of course", said Nancy as she squirted a double-doseover Tina's skirt. Tina spread the mixture around and said, "Owwwh!, It's soaked through my slip and I can feel it all over my legs!" My skirt feels so heavy now, and it almost looks tie-dyed", commented Tina.
Her orange skirt was now covered with big splotches of green, complemented by purple stains where Tina had wiped her hands. Tina wiped her messy green hands on her blouse and asked, "May I put on my jacket now?".
"Certainly Tina, I'll still need to mess it up a bit", replied Nancy. As Tina finished buttoning her jacket, Nancy pumped the plunger of the custard keg and deposited a layer of thick yellow custard all over the front of Tina's jacket. Tina rubbed the stuff around and then asked, "How about a little pea-soup for my jacket too, just to mix the colors a bit?".
"Here it comes!", said Nancy as she sprayed some over the jacket. Tina laughed as she rubbed in the pea-soup and looked down at her ruined outfit. "Wow am I a mess!", exclaimed Tina. "You've been wonderful Dear", said Nancy, "Now if you'll have a seat on the bench over there with April and Brenda, in a few minutes you can rinse yourself off".
Tina casually walked over to the bench where April and Brenda were waiting, smoothed out the back of her skirt, sat down and crossed her legs. Tina didn't mind the heaviness of her sticky gunged outfit. She casually struck up a conversation with the other gunged women.
Nancy now turned her attention to Sandy and smiled as she said, "Your turn Sandy."
Sandy was aghast as she stood, held fast by Kathy and Linda and watched in silence as Nancy methodically ruined the other girls' outfits.
Sandy was not about to quietly give in. "You heard the lady" said Kathy. Sandy stood stone still with her hands on her hips. Her lovely brown eyes grew wide as she said, "You Wouldn't Dare!".
"Sorry Sandy", said Nancy, as she sprayed the warm thick split-pea soup all over the front of Sandy's dress from just below the neckline down to the hemline.
"OOOhhh!, My new dress. Just look at me!."
"We don't have all day Sandy." "Hat Please", said Nancy in a business-like tone. Linda plucked Sandy's wide-brimmed yellow formal hat from her head revealing Sandy's straight shoulder-length dark hair with a slight curl at the ends. Nancy squirted some blueburry filling on the brim and rubbed it around good, then she wiped her hands on the clean parts of the hat. Finally Nancy turned the hat upside-down and squirted a healthy dose of blueburry filling inside.
"That's the penalty for the little comment you made about our wet wedding!".
Nancy handed the gunged hat to Kathy who plopped it onto Sandy's head.".
"Owwwwh! My hair!!", exclaimed Sandy.
"Now apologize for that comment".
"I will not" answered Sandy indignantly.
"Turn her around", commanded Nancy. Sandy struggled in vain while the girls turned her around. Nancy parted Sandy's now sticky hair at the back of her neck, pulled open the collar of Sandy's yellow dress, squirted a load of blueberry filling down Sandy's back and rubbed the back of Sandy's dress so that the syrup would soak in properly.
"There!", exclaimed Nancy as she gathered the back of Sandy's pleated skirt and used it to wipe the messy filling off of her hands.
"Now apologize or I'll give you a bath from head to toe in goo and we won't let you shower off at all!".
"I apologize", answered Sandy in a tone of utter defeat. "Sandy, you're a mess. There's no point in trying to get away now. Turn around and face us", said Nancy. The girls released Sandy and she turned again to face Nancy.
Streams of purple filling ran from the inside of Sandy's hat, down all sides of her hair and face, and down her neck and all over her once pretty yellow dress.
"That's better. Now spread the pea-soup around so it dosen't go to waste. Sandy worked the messy goo into the fabric of her dress and spread it all over.
"Very Good Sandy. Now wipe your hands on your dress! Perfect! April, Brenda, Tina, make sure that Sandy dosen't go under the shower for a few minutes, we want the stains on her dress to set in properly."
"Sure", answered April.
"Now remember ladies, keep your heels on when you shower down. Since you three cooperated, you don't have to ruin your hair and makeup under the shower. As for you Sandy, You'll have to go under to rinse the syrup out of your hair.
Karen and Ann-Marie, why don't you go and fetch the next group."
Amy quietly spoke to Nancy, "Shouldn't we mess up their hose and heels too?".
"Don't worry Amy", replied Nancy, "when the girls go under the shower, all that messy goo will run down their legs and into their heels and ruin everything."
Like clockwork, Ann-Marie and Karen brought group after group of formally attired young women to the locker room. Kathy and Linda made sure that everyone got messy whether they wanted to or not. Those foolish enough to protest wound up getting a double gunging of their outfits with messy goo, and gunged hair as well.
Needless to say, most settled for ruining their outfits since they could rinse down their shoes and dresses, while saving their hair and makeup.
After putting the finishing touches on the last of the groups, Karen and Ann-Marie took their turn getting messed up and going under the shower.
"Just one more thing", Nancy told Linda and Kathy. "We need to wet down everyone's outfits once more as they file out. Some of them have been wringing out their dresses and drying out their shoes, and we want them all soaked.
Nancy personally hosed down every woman's outfit and shoes with a hose hooked up to the warm water before allowing her to leave the room.
When Sandy's turn came Nancy said, "I'm just making sure everyone's properly attired for a wet wedding". Sandy looked somewhat cleaner, but there was no mistaking the splotchy green color that covered the front of her dress, and the large purple stain on the back of Sandy's dress.
Sandy's backside also bore a large purple-ish stain where the syrup had collected before Sandy had the chance to shower off. All this was complimented by the stained soaking-wet yellow hat whose wide brim now hung down limply over Sandy's long brunette hair. Sandy's hair hung straight down over the soaked once-yellow dress. Even though Sandy had to wash off all her makeup when she rinsed the syrup out of her hair, she was still pleasantly attractive.
Nancy hosed Sandy down from head-to-toe while having Sandy turn around slowly a few times to make sure she didn't miss any spots. Sandy at last walked out of the locker room, her multi-colored stained soaked outfit made swishing and squishing sounds as she went.
All this time, the men had been standing around outside in small groups wondering just where the women had gone off to when suddenly the women began to emerge from the main building of the Country Club. Every man did a double-take as the women casually walked out of the house and toward the men.
The women were soaking wet. Their dresses and wide skirts hung limply against their legs as though they had just climbed out of a swimming pool. All of the once impeccably dressed women bore colorful stains all over the front of their dresses, gowns and suits. The sounds of swishing soaked skirts and squishing flooded shoes could be heard as the women walked.
As the women rejoined the men, the men asked, "What happened?". The answer was ,"It's a long story, I'll tell you later".
The soaked women simply took their seats in the outdoor chapel, crossed their legs and said nothing further. Some quietly gathered the material of their skirts together in an effort to wring the water from their soaked outfits. Others took off their water-logged formal heels and emptied them in the grass before placing the soaked shoes back on their feet.
After all of the other women had left the locker room except for Kathy, Linda and the bridesmaids, Nancy knocked on the door to the room where Lisa and two of the bridesmaids had been busily working on getting Lisa ready for the ceremony.
Lisa came out of the room. "Nancy, what was all that noise?" Nancy replied, "Just keeping up with tradition!" as she smiled widely.
"Oh No!, you did it!", answered Lisa.
"Yup. You look great Lisa". It was true, the two bridesmaids had dried the bodice of Lisa's gown, her outer skirts, her veil and her shoes. Lisa's underthings were still wet but the petticoats were only dampish and the girls had fluffed them up enough to support the full-wide skirts of her gown. Everything was still "antique white", but Lisa couldn't be happier. Lisa had even helped the bridesmaids dry their floral hats.
"Now let's stick to plan, just like it was supposed to go at the Church. Bridesmaids line up, then you come in just after us." Nancy handed Lisa her wedding bouquet, hugged the bride and said, "Let's not keep the groom waiting!"
Following tradition, all of the guests stood and faced the aisle as the members of the wedding party made their way toward the alter. As Lisa walked down the aisle, she couldn't believe what she saw from beneath her wedding veil. All of the men looked just fine in their suits and tuxedos, while the women looked as though their lovely formal outfits had been sprayed with colorful gunge and soaked down.
Lisa was certainly the prettiest woman at her wedding! Her loyal bridesmaids were a little less so as they had spent most of their time making sure that Lisa was cleaned and dried up properly, and all the other women were a complete mess.
At last, Lisa's intended joined her at the alter and the Priest performed the ceremony. After the vows were exchanged, her husband lifted the antique-white veil from Lisa's face and kissed her lovingly as he embraced her. Nancy and the bridesmaids looked on and cried tears of joy. Today was Lisa's wedding day.
The reception was one of the best anyone could remember. After all, most of the guests were a bit tipsy to begin with from all the champagne they had drunk while they were waiting for the bridal party to arrive for the ceremony. With all the women's outfits ruined, everyone could relax. No worrying about spilling a little gravy on a ruined dress. The afternoon was stifling but the female guests had no trouble dealing with the heat in their soaked outfits.
Lisa took Nancy aside and said, "I know how hard you've all worked to get my gown clean and dry, but I think it would be romantic if I let my husband wade me into the pool and dance with me!"
Nancy smiled at Lisa, "Today's your day Lisa, I love it!."
Lisa took her husband by the arm and walked toward the pool. Lisa announced, "My husband and I will now dance in the pool." The guests gathered around as Lisa's husband helped her down the steps and into the heated swimming pool. Lisa's gown spread out around her like a white lily floating on the water. Lisa's husband waltzed her around the pool and the newlyweds gazed into each others eyes.
For Lisa, the tepid water of the heated swimming pool was very relaxing and made her feel like she was having a nice warm bath. Nancy happily watched the loving couple dance while Lisa's swirling skirts slowly sank beneath the surface.
"May I have this dance?" asked a handsome young man as he held his arm out to Nancy. Nancy replied, "but of course", as she smiled and took his arm.
The young man courteously walked Nancy down the steps and into the pool. Her rose-colored frilly skirt fanned out on the water and Nancy looked like a pretty rose in the pool.
Nancy paused momentarily to daintily submerge her floating skirts. The warm water of the heated pool felt great. Nancy was joined by the other bridesmaids as other men eagerly lead them into the pool to dance. When the music stopped Lisa's husband lovingly embraced her, and as they kissed he dipped himself under the water taking Lisa with him.
The other men simply dipped themselves under, taking the bridesmaids under with them as well. Lisa's veil stayed on, but the bridesmaid's fancy floral hats came off and bobbed on the surface of the pool.
The bridesmaids partners considerately retrieved the ladies soaked hats and plopped them back on bridesmaids heads. Lisa's husband announced to the onlookers, "By the power vested in me, I pronounce you my lawfully wet wife!"
Everyone clapped, glasses were raised. The women standing along the side of the pool couldn't help but notice how much the men seemed to enjoy the site of the formally attired ladies dancing in the pool.
Not to be ignored, many of the female guests who never would have dreamed of going in the pool stepped up to the side, held down their skirts and jumped in feet first.
Linda, the pretty receptionist and reluctant wedding guest, stepped up onto the diving board and dove in heels-and-all.
The newlyweds held hands as they waded toward the pool steps. Lisa gathered the front part of her soaked skirts and petticoats in her free hand. The bride gracefully held up her skirts to avoid tripping over them as she ascended the pool steps.
Standing on the cement deck surrounding the pool, the radiant bride let go of her soaked skirts and gently brushed her wet hair away from her face. As she walked, Lisa's flooded wedding shoes made squishing sounds and her soaked wedding outfit made a schlopping sound as the soaked material slapped against her legs.
Lisa's passionate love for her new husband showed in her eyes as she looked on while he addressed the crowd, "Ladies and Gentlemen, if you'll excuse us, I'm going to help my lovely wife wring out her wedding dress!". The happy couple walked off arm-in-arm toward the Country Club guest cottage. Lisa's sopping-wet wedding outfit left a wide trail of water in her wake. Her expensive gown and lovely underthings were a total loss, but Lisa was in seventh heaven.
Lisa had planned for this day to be perfect in every way, only to discover that all the mishaps of the day had made it even more special. If anyone had before today even suggested that she take to the pool in her wedding outfit, she would have thought them crazy. Now it all seemed so right. Lisa realized how much her husband enjoyed dancing with her in the pool. Maybe she might even let him talk her into a nice mud-puddle sometime.
Lisa smiled to herself as she thought of the fun ways she and her husband could properly finish off all the old bridesmaids dresses, cocktail dresses and other formal outfits which hung unused in her closet.
I have enjoyed your site greatly and look forward to it's continued growth. Hopefully, this contribution to your stories section will be of interest to you. I have tried to "hit for the cycle" with a mud-scene, a car-wash scene, a gunging scene and a swimming pool scene. In keeping with the theme of your site, I included a bride and her bridesmaids and as many other properly attired women as possible.
Some day, there may be a sequel to this story in which Martha and her co-conspirators get their just desserts for making such a mess of Lisa's wedding day.