A Sweet Hiking Story
by DJlurker
"Damn it!"
It had all been for nothing.
Ever since she and her friend/sometimes-lover Veronica had been discovered at the park wallowing in the mud pit by a park ranger, Heather had taken it upon herself to try and find a new mudding spot, one which was a bit further away from civilization and thus prying eyes. She'd spent hours poring over Google Maps of the local area, finally finding what appeared to be a promising spot a distance up the river from where they lived.
She had taken every precaution, packing energy bars, water bottles, a compass, and of course, a sturdy walking stick. Heather had also made certain her phone had been fully charged before leaving on her hiking trip, just in case... Fortunately, the actual hike had been uneventful, if somewhat tiring.
But now, it seemed as if all that effort had been wasted, as the muddy spot in question is barely knee-deep, and almost as thin as the water that flows nearby...
"What a fucking disappointment!" Heather curses in frustration. She wasn't normally given to profanity, but considering the circumstances... (I've been hanging around Veronica too much,) she thinks to herself. Sighing resignedly, she pulls her hiking stick from the muck, and turns to leave... She can't check her GPS due to bad reception, but she uses her compass to determine the approximate direction she needs to walk towards home... (My best route seems to be just following the river for now,) Heather decides, as she sets off...
A few minutes later, Heather is lost in her thoughts as she continues to walk along the riverbank... Said thoughts are mostly disappointment at her failure, and how Veronica would react... Maybe if she was lucky, her friend would give her a 'massage' out of sympathy, one corner of the brunette's mouth turning upward slightly...
Suddenly, the sod gave away beneath her left foot, causing her to pitch forward, the ponytailed young woman catching herself on her hands, the ground beneath them pressing downward ominously...
"Oh, for ffffreak's sake!" Heather barely avoids cursing again as she feels water soaking into her left sock and sneaker. Veronica would likely be laughing her head off if she had been watching... ('That's what you get for having your head in the clouds all the time!') Heather imagined her saying. Heaving a sigh, she reaches over and grabs her walking stick, intending to use it as a lever to push herself up and out of this mud puddle...
But as she presses it down into the mud, the stick fails to find purchase, sinking deeper and deeper... Heather loses her balance as a result, face-planting in the sod, which wobbles and heaves from the impact... clearly the hidden quicksand pit is much larger than first assumed... "No way," Heather whispers as she picks her head up. Here, of all places? Surely it was too good to be true... Pushing up with her hands, they abruptly break through the sod, sinking up to the elbows in an instant. Grunting in frustration, the brunette shifts her body backwards to extract them...
Only for the sod beneath her legs to give way, plunging her up to her buttocks in dark brown liquid mud. She instinctively tries to stand up, straightening her legs, only for them to press down deeper into the mud, now sunk to her waist...
"Oh God," Heather gasps out, as she presses her arms on the surface, now in an upright position, only for them to sink in and get stuck. She wriggles a bit, and is rewarded with feeling the cool quick-mud pressing up on her bosom from beneath... She looks down, seeing her C-cup breasts now floating on the surface, her sky-blue T-shirt making quite a contrast with the dark color of the mire... She shivers, though whether from fear or pleasure, she isn't certain...
She remains still for a minute, breathing deeply to calm herself, feeling the mud slowly thicken around her submerged body... She then begins to giggle at the irony, of having stumbled into a hidden bottomless quicksand pit after the previous exposed mud pit had been such a disappointment... In Google Maps, it would have looked like any other patch of grass...
(OK, focus, Heather,) she thinks to herself. (You're sunk deep in bottomless mud, your stick's out of reach, and you're still wearing your backpack...) Fortunately, she hadn't packed it *too* heavy, so it floated along with her, instead of weighing her down... She would still have to separate from it in order to escape, though.
Moving slowly, she brings her arms up and out of the quicksand, before methodically sliding one, then the other arm out of the straps of her backpack... she then manages to lift it from behind her, before turning and hurling it to her left. It bounces once, then rolls a short distance before stopping, apparently on terra firma.
As for Heather, the throwing actions sinks her down to her nipples in the quick-mud, gasping as the liquid gently sucks at them, causing a wave of heat through her body... Closing her eyes, she leans back a bit, pulling her bosom clear, her arms lightly braced against the surface, taking deep breaths to try and calm down, resisting the urge to start touching herself... (Don't wanna risk going under, do we?) she chastised herself.
Once she got a handle on her arousal, she began to slowly, deliberately backstroke through the quicksand, moving her legs as best as she was able to assist in her effort of escape... soon, she reaches some undisturbed sod, but any attempt to pull herself up and onto causes it to give way to more soft mud beneath...
"Geez, how big *is* this mud pit?!" she grunts in frustration as she cuts a trail of mud through the grass... finally, her feet find purchase on solid ground below the mud, Heather moving back a little further before pulling herself into a sitting position, the quicksand fondling her bosom once more, causing her to shiver... Now that the fear of sinking under was no more, her arousal was returning with a vengeance... Before she realizes it, her left hand is rubbing mud over her hard nipples, while her right has found its way between her legs...
"Ugh, I know it's been a while, but geez..." Heather gasps as waves of pleasure pulse through her body, as her hands continue to move of their own accord... She could just imagine what would happen when she brought Veronica out here...
It is a calm, cool night, lit by the full moon. Heather sees Veronica standing in front of her, wearing her tight black dress with the V-cut exposing her cleavage, along with the matching opera gloves... Looking down, the ponytailed woman sees that she is wearing her dark blue gown with thin shoulder straps, also with full length matching gloves...
"I'll go first," Veronica states, walking away from Heather, swaying her hips slightly as her sandaled feet vanish into the mud... The ponytailed girl can only watch as the hem of her lover's dress disappears into the quicksand, then her knees... When she is up to her hips, Veronica looks back, the moonlight reflecting off her short, jet-black hair and red headband... "Join me?"
Heather needs no further invitation, stumbling forward, falling to her knees, as her feet fail to find purchase... feeling the quick-mud rising up her thighs, she reaches out to Veronica, who leans forward to grab hold, pulling her in closer... by the time they're embracing, the two have sunk to their waists...
They remain like that for a short time, staring into each other's eyes with knowing smiles on their faces... Soon Veronica pushes away a little bit, as she begins to rummage in her purse... "Cigarette?" she offers, pulling one out.
"Certainly," Heather agrees, taking it as Veronica pulls out another cancer stick and a lighter... After a few flicks, it ignites, the brunette lighting up, before holding the lighter out to Heather, who puts one end of her cigarette between her lips before touching the other end to the flame, puffing a few times to ensure it is lit properly. Veronica then puts the lighter away, pulling at her cigarette before removing it from her lips, blowing out a cloud of smoke that hangs in the air... Her lover follows her lead, taking a drag from her own cigarette, and blowing some smoke of her own...
The two ladies smile at each other as they work themselves down to their bosoms in the quicksand, shivering as the cool wet mud presses on the undersides of their breasts... they both have one arm sunk in, while the other hand holds their cancer sticks between their fingers... Heather swears she can hear opera music in the background... ('The Sorcerer's Apprentice'?), she thinks...
Heather watches as Veronica pulls at her cigarette, blowing another cloud of smoke in time with a cymbal crash... Heather does the same, feeling the smoke swirl in her lungs before exhaling herself... Veronica drags and exhales, a cymbal crash, Heather pulls briefly and exhales, another cymbal crash...
However, the smoke they exhale does not dissipate, but instead seems to billow around them, as if to engulf them... Veronica stares seductively at her fellow mudlarker as she slowly places her cancer stick between her lips, before pushing her gloved arm down into the mud, past the elbow... Heather shivers as she does the same, lightly puffing at the cigarette as the cloud of smoke engulfs them completely, the two now only visible as silhouettes... Veronica jerks upward, as if trying to escape her muddy entrapment, the ash end of her cigarette glowing, Heather quaking with pleasure as she copies her lover's movements... The two continue to puff, sink, smoke and struggle as the smoke cloud surrounding them grows and expands, covering the entire forest...
Heather screams as her orgasm slams into her with the force of a Mack truck, bringing her back to reality as she jerks and bucks against the quicksand, which has engulfed all but her face... her hands continue to work her breast and pussy as the unending waves of white-hot heat surge through her, from her head to the tips of her fingers and toes, the latter curling inside her shoes from the intensity of her ecstasy...
She cries out one final time before coming down from her peak, actually briefly submerging beneath the muck, the sudden cutoff of air causing her to instinctively pull herself upward, coughing slightly as she gets back into a sitting position, removing her hand from between her legs as the other one wipes mud from her face. Once she catches her breath, she can only chuckle and shake her head in disbelief at herself.
"God, I'm insatiable sometimes..." (And what the hell kind of daydream was THAT?! I've never smoked, and Veronica kicked the habit! And why 'The Sorcerer's Apprentice', of all things?!) Sure, Fantasia had been one of her favorite movies, but still... Getting her feet underneath her, Heather slowly stands up, mud sloughing off her body as she does so... it appeared to be only groin to waist-deep here.
Looking out over the expanse, Heather can see her discarded backpack a fair distance away, inwardly groaning at how far she'll have to crawl to retrieve it... But first, she wanted to get back on solid ground. Turning around, she slowly trudges through the brown slop, trying to ignore sensation of the mud pressing against her groin... Thankfully, it gets shallower as she moves along, the quicksand only up to her knees now... then she hits the edge, swiftly pulling herself free of the suction, before collapsing in a heap, panting for breath...
After a short while she turns over, laying on her back, staring at the clouds in the sky. She still has to rest for a bit to recover her stamina, before she can even think about going to retrieve her backpack... (I'm definitely gonna need an energy bar from that pack once I get myself over there...) As she drifts off into her nap, though, one final thought crosses her mind...
(Veronica is going to love this place...)
So, I'm not sure if I wanted to write a 'Part 2' for this story, only because I dunno if I can top the 'dream sequence' from this one... So please, let me know your opinion...
Guess I’ll just have to move onto the next story then…
