Splish
-“Splosh”(tm) I Was Taking A Bath
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My name’s Ivy Seward and
I’ve just realized that this story should be told in the first person after I
just got done writing it in third. Actually let’s start this again I have a
better idea….
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It was a hot sticky summer day, the
kind where the tarmac goes all soft and squishes under your toes, but that is a
different story for a different time. It was hot and sticky, let’s get that
down. I was lying around the house in my little cotton shorts and Tweety bird
tank top (the tasteful one). (The shorts are really pajama-ish as is the top
but I’ve worn them in public and nobody’s said anything.) I was really quite
uncomfortable and miserable, reading a book on my sofa. I’m a poor lowly
college student so I can’t afford air conditioning, so there I lay in a skimpy
little cotton outfit, a sheen of sweat making my body glisten, barefoot with
pink cotton candy coloured toes, and although somebody out there might be
enjoying this, I was miserable. So I closed up my book, swung my feet off the
couch and on to the carpet, (not even enjoying a toe wriggle in its plushness),
stood up, stripped off my shorts and shirt and marched into the bathroom. I
then marched back out again and wrapped a towel around the discreter parts of
my body and hopped back in and sat on the edge of the tub, a marvelous
claw-footed monster that seems to hold a swimming pools worth of bubble bath
when I’m tense. What I needed now was a nice cool bath to soak out all the
uncomfortable heat in my body. I tossed the towel onto the rack and drummed my
toes against the cool pleasant tile of the bathroom floor. I reached over and
turned the faucet and nothing happened….well not exactly nothing …deep down in
the bowels of the house I heard the pipes belch and after a moment a big glob
of thick gray mud oozed out of the spigot and *plopped* down into the floor of
the bath tub. I quickly reached over and spun the faucet off. I watched the
thick lump of mud spread out to cover the area of a tea saucer. I don’t know
what surprised me more the fact that my tub was spitting out gray clay or that
Rod Serling jumped out of my linen hamper. I did the appropriate freeze frame
pose as the action shifted me into the background and his narrative tag began….
“Imagine if you will a hot summer
day and a nubile young girl in search of a way to cool off. …..Now stop
drooling… Into this little bog of tricks lets stir in a bathtub that fulfills
her innermost fantasy and let us see what bobs to the surface on this dog day
of summer in the Twi…oops…the WAMming Zone….”
With that he hopped back into the
hamper and disappeared. I popped back into the foreground and stared into my
tub. The mud had oozed down the drain and all that remained was a gray scum
around the lip of it. Now let me get
this straight, according to his little narration that I wasn’t supposed to hear
this bathtub was going to spill out mud?!?! I couldn’t think of a better way to
cool off! So I stoppered up the drain and slipped into the tub, the cool, clinical
chill of the ceramic tub felt pleasant on my legs and rear end. I popped my
little inflatable bath cushion in place and turned on the faucet, already I was
chilled with the tingle of anticipation as I heard the pipes belch down below
me. I leaned back onto my pillow and stretched my feet out under the spigot
waiting “to see what bobbed to the surface”.
Suddenly, a glob of mud slipped from
the spigot and plopped down onto the top of my feet. The thick gray clay slipped
pleasurably across my foot and down the sides. I wiggled my toes with
anticipation as a steady stream of thick clay began to pour into the tub. I
pointed my feet and spread my toes sticking them into the deluge of clay. I
smiled as the thick mud seeped in between them and wiggled my toes, squeezing
out the mud as it slipped over my feet, caressing my tired soles and spreading
out over the bottom of the tub. Already I was incredibly aroused, my fingertips
were numb and I stopped my hand as it reflexively slid down my belly toward my
moistening thatch. I knew I would receive much more pleasure if I let the mud
slowly encase me, doing what naturally it did best.
By now the mud had begun to slip
around my heels and slide up the bottom of the tub, slowly tickling the sides
of my legs with its soft, moist trickling. I arched my back, raising my legs
and bottom of the tub bottom. I held myself aloft, feet planted firmly under
the outpouring of pleasant mud, palms on the bottom of the tub. I cocked my
head and looked down and watched the mud creep slowly under me. It lapped at my
fingertips and then spread slowly around my hands and slowly I lowered my body
back down. I felt the thin layer of mud below me embrace the backs of my legs.
Little electric explosions shot down my legs and my toes shuddered and squirmed
reflexively in the mound of mud that they were engulfed in. I listened to the
pleasant slurping the mud made as it greeted my rear, sliding around its
curves. I shifted my legs, sliding the through the slick ooze and brought my
knees up, lifting my hot thatch away from the cool mud, denying it its sweet
kisses. I wanted this to draw out like the most practiced of lovers.
I settled against my pillow and
closed my eyes, feeling the stream of mud dam up around my shins and then pour
around. I lifted my feet off the base of the tub, feeling it suck and kiss my
toes, releasing a wave of mud to slide from the base of the tub towards me. I
rocked as a mini wave of mud slapped against my pleasure-swollen clit, and then
recede flowing around my bottom and covering my wrists. I squished my feet back
down into the pile of mud that had gathered near the spigot, feeling it well up
between my toes and squeeze through them like toothpaste from a tube. I brought
my legs together again, damming my throbbing thatch from receiving the slow
lover’s embrace that was the flowing mud.
I brought a hand out from the mud,
watching the thick ooze, slide of f and plop down joining its growing pool
around me. I slid my mud slickened hand across my belly and stopped just shy of
my breasts, forbidding them the cool caress of the mud until due time.
I relaxed more into the slowly
deepening ooze, I continued to tingle as the mud poured around my legs and
crept up the curves of my rear. As each cm of my body slowly felt the rising of
the mud, I could hear a small moan issue from my mouth and blend with the
sucking and lapping of the mud.
Finally the mud had deepened enough
that I could sense its tentative reaching at my fiery thatch. I spread my legs wide and the pile of mud
that had built up at my knees rushed forward like a greedy mate. The wave of
mud slammed into clit, quenching its fires with its velvet enveloping. Pulse
after pulse of pleasure rocked my body, and my limbs writhed under the surface
of the mire, creating a chorus of sucking and slurping like nursery class with
a hoard of lollipops.
I bit my lip as I felt the first
stirring of a climax begin. I peered down through pleasure-hazed eyes and say
that the mud was slowly crawling up my belly. I watched it flow into the
indentation of my belly button and up and up. Slowly climbing toward my full
breasts. My nipples were erect, anticipating the crawling ooze so much so that
they ached pleasantly. I slowly freed one leg from the grasp of the mire and
held it aloft. Mud cascaded down from it back into the tub and I wiggled my
toes sending mud squishing forth and sent mud splattering down with rain patter
drips. I stretched my leg out, splaying it over the side of the tub. This
opened my sex wide to creamy mire it was surrounded by. The mud kissed and
sucked at my sex, its cool wetness mingling with the hot one of my own. Again
pleasure wracked my body and I felt volcanic stirrings inside me.
The mud had slowly begun to swallow
my breasts and the slurping goo engulfed half of their mound. The tub was just
about brimming with delicious mud, and I slid my leg down, back into the
welcoming muck. Slowly I slid down across the bottom of the tub, my rear
skimming across the slick ceramic under the blanket of mire. As I slid I sank
raised my legs up so as to grip the faucet with my mud slick toes and cease its
pleasurable flow. My toes were slippery with creamy mud, but finally I wrapped
them around the handle and turned it off. I planted my heels on the rim of the
tub, and placed my soles flat on the bathroom tiles, leaving little dainty
muddy footprints up the wall tile. With my feet on the edge of the tub, and my
arms bracing me behind, the mud had consumed more of my breasts, pushing the
nipples up with buoyancy. I stared at the little islands my nipples made in the
thick sea of muck, and as the climax mercurially rose within me I slid a little
more, watching my firm, pointing nipples, sink like twin Atlantises beneath the
mud. It crept up and over my shoulders and as it began its crawl up my throat,
I exploded in sexual bliss at the hands of my gentle lover. My body shook in
the jelly bath of the mud, my toes flailed, my fingers clenched. I rocked and
rocked, the mud slurping in time with my thrashing, and exhausted I collapsed
against the pillow, the mud lapping at my chin. I closed my eyes and looked
upon the gray fog of sexual gratification, the thick cloying earthy smell first
noticeable to my nostrils. I smiled and opened my eyes and looked at the mad
Rorschach splatterings that my climax had caused to join my footprints on the
bathroom walls.
I napped a little, drifting around
in the mixed realms of reality, bliss, and exhaustion. When the mud had finally
drunk the last of my heat, sexual and summery, I slowly stirred sitting up with
sucking protestation by the mud. Weak and noodley I stood on shaky legs knee
deep in the thick grey mud in my bath. The mud slid down my body. Tickling one
last time over my breasts, dripping from my still dreaming sex, sliding down my
legs with a soft, farewell caress. I pumped my legs a little, smiling at happy
slurps as the clay kisses and licked my feet and legs, asking me to return to
its embrace. I hugged myself with muck slick arms, enjoying the dwindling final
electric moments of my encounter.
I stood there in the tub, naked, gray
and slick, from neck to knees, toes still wriggling in the velvety softness
below me. I hoped my next visit to the
WAMming Zone would happen soon. REAL SOON. For standing there I realized that
if my bathtub now spat out mud, I was going to have a hell of a time getting
this off!!!!!! I looked at the linen hamper expectantly……
(Alright now hum some sort of ending
Twilight Zone sting here to complete the effect….)
