Evening dress in the swamp

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Evening dress in the swamp

Postby DJlurker » Fri Jan 02, 2015 11:13 pm

A new idea that's been jumbling in my head for a while now, partially inspired by Derek Jayson's stories... enjoy!

It was a nice day in the swamp.
The sunlight filtered through the tree cover, birds chirped, small critters skittered both over the ground and through the tree branches. It was pretty enough to almost make one forget about the hidden dangers the swamp contained…
But not the young woman currently hiking a specific path through the trees and brush. She was well aware of the hazard, for it hadn't been the first time she'd been here, and probably not the last either.
Now, a young woman hiking in the swamp might not seem that strange, until you considered what she was wearing- namely a long evening gown with thin shoulder straps, and matching full-length opera gloves, both colored a dark brown. She did wear sandals in lieu of high heels, in concession to the uneven terrain.
The woman herself had styled her shoulder-length platinum-blonde hair so that it hid one of her blue eyes, giving her an air of mystery. Her pale skin contrasted perfectly with her dress, and her bosom, while nothing supermodel-worthy, was robust enough to give her some cleavage. However, the hem of her dress did not dip, meaning potential dates wouldn't see anything unless she leaned forward and gave it to them.
However, only one lover occupied her mind at the moment…

Usually, on a hiking trip, she would wear more conventional clothes while having her dress carefully packed in a bag… The weather was so nice today, however, that she had decided to eliminate the middleman, so to speak.
It wasn't long before she reached her destination- a clearing in the swamp, which was mostly taken up by a dark brown bog which seemed to jiggle with the slightest of nearby impacts, including footsteps.
To her, it almost looked as if the bog was alive, and anticipating her arrival. She herself was panting with anticipation as she looked upon the shiny wetness.
The similarity in color between the bog and the young woman's dress was not a coincidence.
Setting her hiking stick aside, she carefully knelt to the ground, before crawling forward, towards the center of the bog… Reaching her desired spot, she stopped, leaning back and sitting on her knees, letting gravity do its thing…
She had learned that walking into the mud directly would cause her dress to bunch up uncomfortably around her thighs. Going in this way kept the long skirt of her dress around her legs, where it belonged.
It wasn't long before the bog had swallowed her up to her waist. She didn't even try to keep her hands on the surface, instead letting them sink in, slowly clenching and unclenching her gloved hands into fists, feeling the cool mud flowing around them as she did so.
Relaxing, she lets her mind wander, flashing back to what got her interested in this in the first place…

A few years ago.
Attending a social function, wearing a sparkling purple variation of the same evening gown, she was definitely turning heads. However, things got a little awkward when her date at the time tried to take her into a closet, for obvious reasons.
Thankfully, she managed to raise enough of a ruckus that the bouncer had personally escorted the man to the door, implying police would be called if he tried to loiter outside.
Now that everyone seemed to be staring at her for a different reason, she decided to go for a walk out back until the fuss had died down a bit.
It was a clearly marked trail though a forest, with warnings of marshes and quicksand if one stepped off the path. As she crossed a rail-less bridge over one such marsh, she heard a cry for help. A little further up, a man in a tuxedo had apparently stumbled off the bridge and was now sunk chest-deep in the muck, though he'd had enough presence of mind to keep his arms above the surface.
She'd immediately rushed to where he was, kneeling down and reaching her hand out to him from the bridge. He managed to lunge far enough to get a firm grip on her wrist, and she started pulling.
Unfortunately, either she'd overestimated her own strength, or the man had underestimated his, because as he tried to keep his mud-covered hand from slipping from her gloved hand, he'd accidentally pulled her into the marsh with him.
She plunged thigh-deep instantly. Her initial reaction was, understandably, shock, which was quickly replaced with despair as she realized she had failed to help in any meaningful way. However, as she felt the mud rise up her waist, ribs, and then press against her bosom, she started feeling something else entirely. This unfamiliar sensation caused her to slowly squirm in the mud, inadvertently causing both her and the tuxedo-clad man to sink deeper. Believing their fate to be inevitable, she engaged him with an intense lip-lock as the muck rose to their chins, wanting to 'go out with a bang'.
Thankfully, another man had followed her down the trail, and run back to the manor after seeing her fall in, bringing back with him nearly the entire guest list, who all worked together to save both of them from certain doom.
It wasn't until later that she realized the sensation she'd been feeling was sexual arousal…

Coming back to the present, she became aware of the soft bog gently lifting her breasts even as they sank into it. She looked down, seeing her hard nipples slowly succumb to the sucking mud, which seemed to gently pinch and caress them through the fabric of her dress, which caused her to moan loudly. Her descent had slowed considerably, though she slowly closed and parted her bent, submerged legs deep beneath the surface, causing mud to slowly flow in and out from between her legs, stimulating her most secret spot…
Panting heavily now, as the mud pressed on her chest, she continued to watch as the surface of the bog slowly rose to the hem of her dress, seeming to bulge over it before flowing inside…
"Ooooooohhh YES!!" She cried out, losing control from the feeling of the muck caressing her breasts both inside and out, her hips now actively bucking against the bog, causing her to sink rapidly… as the muck closed over her shoulders, her pleasure turned to ecstasy. She quaked and quivered as a powerful orgasm wracked her young, healthy body, driving away any thoughts of peril or danger from being mired so deep…
When she came back to herself, the mire was lapping at her lower lip, her head titled back slightly. She wasn't afraid, however. After all, she'd done this several times before.
Tilting her head forward, she parted her lips, letting mud flow into her mouth, breathing through her nose as she wiggled her tongue, savoring the taste and consistency of the mud, almost as if she was sharing a passionate kiss with the bog…
"Having fun?"
She gasped as she pulled her mouth free of the bog in surprise, turning her head to the left, the source of the voice…
Seeing a handsome man standing there. The same man whom she had met in the marsh a few years back, though he was now dressed in more practical hiking attire.
"How… how long…were you…" she managed to get out.
"Long enough," he replied, and did not elaborate. Grasping the woman's hiking stick in one hand, he stuck it out to her. "Can you get your hands up?"
"Maybe… they're sunk pretty deep…" She smiled at him. "I might end up… going under…"
He rolled his eyes. "Surely you can hold your breath for a couple of minutes. Just get your hands up, I'll get the stick into them."
"As you wish," she said, before taking a deep breath, and begin the slow process of bringing her hands up to the surface. Sure enough, her head sank into the muck, completely submerging when her hands were at chest level. She remained calm, despite her air being cut off, as she continued to raise her hands above her head. Feeling the stick being thrust into her left hand, she grabbed it tightly, feeling herself begin to rise through the bog… she fought off panic as one bubble escaped from between her lips, then another…
She abruptly felt gravity take hold of the mud around her head, pulling most of it off, allowing her breath to explode from her lungs, and take in fresh oxygen. Gasping and panting, she released the stick to wipe the residual muck from her eyes, allowing her to look upon her potential savior once more.
"Did I worry you?" she manages to gasp.
"Maybe just a little…" he replies, keeping the hiking stick within easy reach. She grasps it again, and allows him to pull her the rest of the way to solid ground…

Later, the two are laying side by side at the edge of the bog. They look into each other's eyes, both seeing mutual attraction…
"Even covered in mud, you're beautiful," he can't help but say to her. Who would have imagined that chance encounter in the marsh years ago would have led to love and marriage…
"Can I ask you something?" she opined, even as her hand intertwines with her lover's. "Will you… will you still love me, even when I'm old and withered?"
"Like the same thing won't happen to me?" he chuckles. "Seriously, though, I didn't marry you just because you're drop-dead gorgeous… though I'll admit that's part of the reason."
"And the other part?" she presses.
"Well, you're kind, gentle, and proper... but you're also not afraid to speak your mind. Your beauty may fade, but as long as you hold onto those positive personality traits, I believe we'll be together for a long, long time… or until you finally smother in quicksand, whichever comes first."
She can't help but giggle in response. "Deal."
Last edited by DJlurker on Sat Jan 03, 2015 2:08 pm, edited 1 time in total.

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Re: Evening dress in the swamp

Postby PM2K » Sat Jan 03, 2015 6:41 am

I like it! :D

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Re: Evening dress in the swamp

Postby DJlurker » Tue Jan 06, 2015 9:23 pm

Thanks, PM2K. :)

Is anyone willing to share an honest critique of my work? :| :?:

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Re: Evening dress in the swamp

Postby Aiko » Tue Jan 06, 2015 11:52 pm

Awww... that's so... just.... aww.....
(So yes, I like it too. :) )

That was a nice little twist there. I don't usually like to have parts of the sinking process skipped over, but you did so in a well timed manner that made it seem like the story (and sinking) was progressing at a steady pace. I would definitely read the sequel, if there ever is one. ;)
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Re: Evening dress in the swamp

Postby water_bug_62208 » Wed Jan 28, 2015 7:52 am

Well, that's one way to meet a future partner in marriage.

I'm not really into sensual sinks, although the storyline of how they met years before and continue the "tradition" of the anniversary of their first meeting is certainly a different presentation of the topic.

Thanks for sharing!

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Re: Evening dress in the swamp

Postby Cuthbert » Wed Jan 28, 2015 10:09 am

Very well conceived,and presented. A quicksand love story in 2 parts.


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