from when all we had to sink in was lava... and we were glad

[quickbeard]

Valerie's Sunbathing experience
by Qckbeard
As the azure waves began lazily lapping at Valerie's bare feet, she realized that it was time to finish baking herself in the sun, and to get ready to return to her boat. She rolled over and sat up, tucking her knees up to her bare breasts as she watched the waves wash away her footprints in the sand. Valerie was wearing her favorite outfit for sunbathing - she didn't believe in tan lines. She stood up, stretched her lithe perfectly tanned body, and started back towards the dinghy that would take her back.
As she headed back a soft breeze began blowing out from the dense foliage next to the beach. She could smell the sweet perfume of wild flowers, and decided that she needed to pick one to take back as a souvenir of her visit to this deserted island. Mindful of her bare feet, she stepped carefully through the jungle growth, searching for the wild flowers.
Soon, she broke through some brush into a large clearing, filled with the darkest muck that she had ever seen. It was relatively smooth, but kind of had occasional ripples in it as if there was a current flowing within. The foliage on either side of it was to thick to get through; and on the other side, there was a beautiful orchid growing in a tree. Deciding that this was the perfect souvenir, she looked around to find another way over the pool.
Off to her right, she saw an old tree that had long ago fallen across the clearing. It was well worn with age, and covered with moisture and moss from its long time in the humid region. It appeared to be just resting on the surface of mud; but on closer inspection, was shown to be well anchored on both sides. This clearly was the best way to get across. The grass made squishing noises under her bare feet as she approached the tree. She carefully climbed up to the top of the log, and began to gingerly cross the clearing. After it became clear that the log was quite sturdy, she started to hurry across; and in her carelessness, she wasn't prepared for a slimy patch on the log.
She teetered wildly back and forth, windmilling her arms from side to side; and then slid forward feet first. She caught herself by one foot, and both her hands, and caught her breath while half sitting on the side of the log. The other foot had been thrown forward and had been greedily sucked up by the black mud to well over the ankle. She pulled out her foot (marveling a little at the sensation of the suction on the foot), and studied the thick muck that covered her foot. She watched it as it dripped slowly off back into the main mass, shook off as much as she could, and began to climb back up the log on hand and then foot crab fashion.
But the muddy foot gave her away, and she slipped again - this time landing full with both feet. The bog seemed to be greedy as it swallowed her up past her knees and up to her inner thighs. She wasn't far from her destination at this point and she waded parallel to the log, heading for the edge of the bog. The going was difficult, her feet had trouble finding purchase, and with each movement the mud claimed more of its new found treasure.
After a few laborious steps, she stopped to catch her breath with the blond triangle of her pubic hairs just touching the surface of the bog, while the dark mud stained them. She threw herself forward again and deep under the mud, her feet could suddenly feel no bottom! She sank suddenly up to her hips-only the dimples on the top of her ass showing and then disappearing beneath the surface. The silky feel of the stuff surprised and aroused her, and her toes clenched and relaxed beneath the mud. This made her feet rock from side to side, and with each movement, the bog gulped her down a little more. Her navel had disappeared from view before she realized that she was digging herself deeper. She tried to hold as still as possible while attempting to figure out just how to get out of the slime.
She had figured out by now that this had to be quicksand, but she couldn't really believe how calm that she was about it. Intellectually, she knew she had to do something, but a part of her wanted to feel more of the silky soft mud. Her nipples had grown hard, and her face flushed, as much from the sense of excitement and danger, as from the loving caress of the quagmire. She sank down to her rib cage, her ample breasts floating on the surface for a moment. They seemed to try to resist the pull and then succumbed to the insistence of the quicksand.
When it covered her hardened nipples and shown up in her cleavage, she gasped at the feel of it, and for a second, her well coated breasts popped free of the mud and were swallowed back up. She reached an equilibrium and floated with her hands to the side and just the top curve of her breasts showing above the mud.
With her right hand, she felt a root under the mud, and grabbing it with both hands, she slowly, carefully pulled her way clear. After a long while, she stood clear, dressed in the dark, fine, skintight garment that the mud had given her. She claimed the prize that she had worked so hard to gain, put it in her blonde hair, and carefully worked her way back across the log.
She waded out into the ocean to wash herself off. She thought back on her experience, and soon the motions of washing off turned into rubbing motions she rapidly brought herself to a strong climax.
That night, as she lay in her bed, looking at the beautiful flower stained in places by dark fingerprints, she knew that she would always remember this place - and that she would have to return someday - with a friend!
 

[bluemooone]

hehehehe I love the title ) great story too)