by DJlurker
A/N: This is in the same continuity as my 'Sweet Story' series, taking place after 'A Sweet Hiking Story'.
It was said by many people that you should never wallow in quicksand without a friend to help you out, yet... there was something just relaxing about a solo sink.
And besides, Heather had been doing this for a while now. And it wasn't her first time in the bottomless stuff, either. The brunette was wearing her usual sinking outfit- a long-skirted cocktail dress with thin shoulder straps, cut to show a small amount of cleavage from her C-cup sized bosom. The dress had once been a dark blue color, but was now permanently stained brown after multiple wallows in the mud. The same could also be said for the opera gloves that she wore with the gown. She held a sturdy walking stick in one hand, while a leather purse was slung over her left shoulder. She wore sandals on her feet to protect her feet from stones and sticks on the way out here, but she swiftly doffed them, feeling her bare feet pressing into the moist grass, causing the young woman to shiver with anticipation...
The mud pit that she stood at the edge of was more of a 'mud pond', due to its large size, fed by the wide river that ran alongside... while it was shallow at the edge furthest from the river, the place where Heather was standing was a few feet away from the stream itself, where the depth of the quicksand was at least over her head, if not more so. However, this particular spot seemed a bit thicker than in other areas, meaning it would take more effort to sink, as well as make it tougher to completely submerge- not that Heather hadn't completely immersed herself in quicksand before, but that had always been done when she could touch a solid bottom...
She couldn't wait any longer. She took one step forward, then another, feeling the mud immediately swallow her feet past her ankles... a few steps later, she kneeled down so her dress wouldn't bunch up uncomfortably around her waist... the brunette shuddered as she felt the quicksand rise up her thighs, then her hips... Making sure her walking stick was firmly anchored, she released her grip as she began to rummage around in her purse, before taking out what appeared to be a cigarette... however, this was one of those 'fake' cigarettes that were sold in those quirky 'party gift' stores. Holding said 'cigarette' in her right hand, she unslung her purse and set it on the surface of the mud nearby, being light enough to float upright and not sink.
Heather then shuddered again as her stomach was swallowed by the thick muck, twisting her hips a little to sink faster... the quicksand counted her ribs before starting to gently fondle her ample bosom from underneath, her nipples hard and pronounced beneath the fabric of her dress...
The young woman quaked with enjoyment, placing her 'cigarette' between her lips and taking a few 'puffs'... despite the fact that there was no nicotine involved, the mere act functioned as a placebo of sorts, calming her nerves somewhat. Withdrawing her 'cancer stick', Heather opened her blue eyes, looking down at the quicksand, seeing her left arm resting on the slightly rippling surface... A smile came over her face as she wiggled her body, her breasts pressing deeper into the mud, watching as her gloved arm slowly sank under and vanished, then gently clenching her hand into a fist, feeling the moistness flow around her fingers...
Heather sighed in contentment as she leaned back slightly and relaxed in her muddy encasement, taking a long 'drag' from her 'cigarette', then blowing an imaginary cloud of smoke. Deep beneath the surface, she moved her feet slightly to keep them from getting cold, the fact that she could feel no bottom adding an air of danger to her peril... but that only made it more exciting. "Oh, I love this," the brunette sighed happily, taking another 'pull' from her 'cigarette' as a wave of pleasure surged through her body...
After a few minutes of relaxation, an idea suddenly popped into Heather's mind... (I should take a selfie... I bet both Steve and Veronica would love it...) Reaching over to her purse, she lifted it over to her right side so she could rummage through it, eventually finding her mobile device, which was wrapped in an airtight sandwich bag, just to be safe. Deciding not to include her 'cancer stick' in the shot, she kept it between her fingers as she held the phone up to take a selfie... it took a few tries to get the angle right, but the result was a quite sexy picture of Heather chest-deep in quicksand, playfully winking at the camera. She then put away her phone in her purse, thinking she would send it later when she got back to the city, where there would be better reception. She quaked again with pleasure at the thought of both her boyfriend's and best friend's reactions, taking a 'drag' from her 'cigarette' to calm herself...
(I want to feel really stuck,) Heather suddenly thought to herself. So the brunette placed her fake cigarette between her lips before pushing her right arm just under the surface of the quicksand, deep enough to feel stuck, but so she could extract said arm without much difficulty. Closing her eyes, she then began to shift and wiggle her body slightly, tugging gently at her trapped limbs, imagining that she was a helpless damsel-in-distress sinking helplessly in quicksand after trying to flee a gang of rapists...
Heather moaned loudly as successive waves of pleasure washed over her, keeping her 'cancer stick' held between her teeth as she opened her lips to breathe through her mouth... her hips were now bucking as if she were making love to the mud itself, causing her to settle deeper, her hard nipples being devoured and gently suckled by the thick wet muck... Heather then cried aloud, her 'cigarette' dropping from her mouth and falling onto the surface of the rippling quicksand as she bucked harder, her ample bosom slowly being consumed...
"Yes! Yes! Oh, YES!" She chanted as the mud crested the hem of her dress and poured into her cleavage, causing the young woman to quake harder, the quicksand heaving with her thrashing as she sank to the tops of her shoulders. Opening her eyes, Heather looked down at the surface, so close to her face now... a small part of her mind tried to warn her about the danger, but she ignored it, focusing on her pleasure as she continued to hump against her thick encasement...
Her head rolled around as her shoulders were finally consumed, the mud slowly rising up her neck... her bucking had slowed somewhat due to the thickness of her entrapment, but her pleasure had not abated one bit, her eyes closed as she gasped and panted for air, feeling the quicksand cradle her chin, her ponytail dipping into the muck... She was so close now, she was tempted to touch herself... but she resisted, wanting this orgasm to happen naturalmente.
Heather leaned back a bit, tilting her head upward to keep her mouth clear as the quicksand clogged her ears, stars flashing under her tightly closed eyelids, her face contorting with imminent ecstasy... (Just a little more... Just... a little... more...!)
A high-pitched feral cry echoed through the forest as the brunette at last succumbed to orgasm, her body thrashing against the thick mud, which rippled and heaved around her upturned face, wave after wave of white-hot heat pulsing from her vagina and through her whole body, again and again, seemingly without end...
The young woman slowly returned to her senses, gasping for air, her mouth a bit dry... (Surprised I didn't go under,) was her first coherent thought, the second thought being something along the lines of, (Glad this mud was too thick to take me all the way in...) She slowly lifted her head up and out, shaking a little to get some of the muck out of her hair... her right hand then emerged from the surface, slowly reaching up until her whole arm was free, then pushing back down, lifting up the rest of her body... Heather found it easier to breathe as her shoulders, then her bosom pulled free, resting for a few minutes to catch her breath...
Once she had recovered somewhat, the woman began to half-heartedly struggle against her entrapment again, a small smile on her lips as she tugged at her arms and slowly pumped her feet... Alas, not only was her throat parched, but her hands and feet were becoming uncomfortably cold, in spite of her movement... it was time to get out. Heaving a resigned sigh, Heather slowly extracted her arms from the mire, reaching over and grabbing her sturdy walking stick, using it as a lever to push herself into a horizontal position.
After one or two minutes, her feet emerged, covered in a thick layer of mud... releasing her stick, Heather reached forward and scraped the mud off one foot, then the other, warming them considerably. She then wiggled her numb toes to get the blood circulating again... Once she felt her feet were out of the 'danger zone', the brunette grabbed her walking stick again, using it as an anchor as she wiggled the rest her body up to the surface.
Now laying flat atop the mud, Heather turned herself over... and spotted her fake cigarette, covered in muck. Picking it up, she wiped it off as best she could, then grabbed her purse and dropped it in before zipping it up. That done, she grabbed her stick and began to half-crawl, half-swim out of the quicksand pond... Despite her fatigue, Heather didn't stop until she felt solid, unmoving sod not only under her body, but under her still-cold feet as well. She then let herself collapse, falling into a brief nap.
After ten minutes of sleep, Heather roused, checking to make sure she had everything... after confirming that, she sat up on her knees, peeling off her mud-soaked gloves, rubbing her hands to warm them a little. Looking out to her left, she could see her backpack in the distance, which currently contained her hiking clothes that she'd worn on the walk here. (I'm going to have to rinse off in the river first, though,) Heather thought as she felt the mud drying on her skin. (But first...) She opened her purse and pulled out her mobile device again, taking a selfie of herself smiling and giving a V sign. That done, she put her phone away and starting crawling to the river to wash off as best she could... As she entered the water, she couldn't help but think about her boyfriend's reaction when he saw those two pictures...
(Maybe if I'm lucky, they'll put him 'in the mood' when we have our next date,) Heather mused, a wave of pleasure surging through her in anticipation despite the cool running water which flowed around her...
~*Fin*~
Simple, but sexy, right?
Hope you enjoyed!
