Jill back here to tell you about another wam experience.   I've told you about 
two of my experiences getting wet, and I thought I'd tell you about my first mud 
experience, well maybe my second.   By now you should know how much I love 
getting wet dressed up in sexy clothes.  I was constantly on the lookout for new 
opportunities to get wet and in the back of my mind trying out mud was on the 
list too but it was only when I accidentally slipped in the back yard after a 
rain storm onto my rear end in some muddy grass did I experience the sensation.   
I only ran my hands and bare feet through the thin layer of mud in the yard but 
the gooey nature of the mud made me want to really go all out to experience it 
and a few months later I got my chance.   I was working as a secretarial temp 
and was assigned to a construction company for a few weeks.   It was in their 
main office in a boring office building.  One week my car broke down and was in 
the shop for a few days.  One of the partners of the firm passes my house on his 
way to work and volunteered to drive me to work and back until my car was fixed.  
I gladly accepted.  One morning he asked if I would mind if we made a quick stop 
at one of the construction sites so he could drop off some blueprints to the 
foreman.  I said fine and we were off.   I waited in the car for about 10 
minutes while he went into the white trailer that you see at all construction 
sites.   While waiting I noticed how early in the construction the project was 
and how much dirt there was.  There were mud puddles from a rain storm we had 
over three days ago and then the idea hit.   Here is where I was going to get 
muddy!!   I had to plan this kind of long term though.  I wanted to wear 
something really sexy to get muddy in but my typical office wear was rather 
plain stuff.  So I decided to start dressing rather seductively at work for a 
few weeks and condition them into my new appearance.   I wore elegant and risky 
dresses, with heels and hose, and jewelry.  I really had crossed the line of 
appropriate office wear but no one complained.   I knew that the boss made one 
or two trips a day to the construction site so all I had to do was wait for my 
opportunity.   I waited for a weather report that had a long soaking rainstorm 
in the forecast which didn't take too long during this time of year.   The day 
arrived and I pulled out what I knew all along I was going to wear.  A pretty,  
very short white thin silk dress that came up about 8 inches above my knee.  
This only left about four inches of coverage before hitting panty level.  The 
dress was rather tight around the waist with a black belt and with a flowing 
skirt.   If I spun around like a top, the skirt would fly high enough to see my 
panties.  The sleeves were long and the neckline was scooped just enough to see 
a hint of cleavage.  I added a string of pearls and dangling silver earings.  My 
panties were white with a white lace garter belt and sheer suntan stockings.    
For the final touch I choose white 5 inch slide type heels.  If you don't know, 
slides have no straps on them except for a thin strap over the toes that keep 
you from walking out of them.  These also had a very thin sole so I could almost 
get my feet wet by just walking on a damp sidewalk  You hardly ever see women in 
these shoes because they are so hard to keep on but that was exactly what I 
wanted.  When I got to work my heart was pounding.  It took a couple of hours 
before my boss said he was headed to the site.  I jumped up and said, why don't 
you let me run them down there for you, I know your real busy and besides, I 
know where it is.   He said great, but also said warned me about the conditions 
down there and that I wasn't really dressed to be walking around a construction 
site.  He offered to loan me a pair of coveralls and some boots but I said that 
it was fine and I'd be careful.   When I arrived I made sure I parked pretty far 
away from the trailer.  It was as I had hoped,  the site was a muddy mess with 
puddles everywhere and some of the vehicles up to their rims in mud.   I stepped 
from my car and immediately sunk about 1/2 an inch just enough to get the sides 
of my toes muddy.  My heel had nothing to support it and wanted to plunge into 
the mud.   I started tip toeing towards the trailer and I could now see some 
eyes looking my way.  I didn't want to get the blue prints muddy so delivering 
them in one piece was a priority.   But in getting to the trailer I could not 
avoid plunging deeper and deeper.   The mud got about a third of the way up to 
my ankles covering my toes with only the top inch of my spike heels still white.     
The look I got from the foreman could have stopped a train.   I instantly saw a 
bulge develop.  I told him why I was here and gave him the blueprints.  I said I 
was fascinated by the project and was grateful for the chance to see it.  He 
asked if I'd like a tour of the site (I was hoping he would ask) and I jumped at 
it.   As my boss did, he asked me if I wanted to put some nearby boots on 
because it was so muddy.  I coyly said that those ugly construction boots would 
make me look awful in this pretty micro minidress so  I said I'll manage just 
fine in my high heels.   We proceeded out and down a path to where some heavy 
equipment was working.   When we approached a group of guys getting ready to 
pour concrete I made my move.  I decided to try to walk on a small wooden plank 
to appear to be trying to stay out of the mud.   The plank was right next to a 
fairly sizable mudpuddle.  When I was right in the middle I purposely fell off 
one of my slides (easy to do without straps)  and into the mud.  My strategy was 
to not get too muddy too fast so I landed on my knees and then sort of sideways 
onto my hip.  One leg plus the side of my minidress up to my hip was now mucky 
brown.   The shortness of my micro mini dress also allowed my white panties to 
get direct contact with the mud so I didn't have to hope the mud would soak get 
through the dress to reach my panties.    The foreman immediately gave me his 
hand and pulled me up asking if I was alright.   He said why don't we head back, 
I'm sure you want to get out of here and get your clothes changed as soon as 
possible.  I shocked him by saying, that I was enjoying the tour and wanted to 
go on and now that my micro mini dress was already muddy I didn't  have to worry 
much about staying clean anymore.   I looked down to take stock of myself, one 
of my, now dark brown, stockings had a gaping hole in it allowing my knee to 
stick all the way out.   In mock horror I said, oh no, this is so embarrassing 
walking around like this with a hole in my stocking!  (as if you could tell I 
had stockings on anymore).    I put on a great show for all the guys as I 
struggled to navigate the site in my little high heeled slides.  Several times I 
fell out of them and put on a great show as I slipped them back on again and 
again pretending that it was very important to keep them on to preserve some 
femininity amid the quagmire.  The shortness of my dress allowed anyone in back 
of me to get a good glimpse of my (partially) white panties since my hemline 
rose to mid panty level whenever I bent over.  As we neared another group of men 
digging a pipe trench I decided to make my biggest splash.  The trench was about 
three feet deep and looked like it had several inches of muddy water in it.   
Again teetering on my fragile heels I got closer and did my best imitation of a 
accidental fall and slipped in.  I made sure I landed face down for a good 
amount of immersion.  It was a bulls eye.  Half of my hair, all of my face, the 
entire front of my white minidress was totally brown.  I rolled over while 
sitting up to make sure my white panties would get totally muddy.  I wanted to 
make sure the top part of my back stayed mostly white so the contrast would be 
preserved.   My white pearl necklace looked now like a necklace of chocolate 
gumballs.    I felt the gooey mud seep down my cleavage and ooze down the inside 
of my dress, wow, this was sensational.    As the guys quickly pulled me out I 
made sure that my hemline got a little stuck around my hips so my mud soaked 
panties were clearly on display.  I had lost my slides so I asked for someone to 
retrieve them for me saying that they are the only heels I own that go with this 
micro minidress, what would people say if the saw me like this without my 
slides.  Instantly they were found and delivered.  I wiped the mud from my eyes.  
I made sure that I kept my mud sopped hair dangling in the front for effect and 
straighted myself out.  I reached behind me and fixed my hemline proclaiming 
with a hint of naughtyness, "Oh my, could you boys see my panties under my micro 
mini?, shame on you".   The foreman again said we must get you out of here and 
cleaned up but I took their breath away when I said: oh please I'm so fascinated 
by this place lets go on,  I'm not cold or anything so don't really have to go.  
There really wasn't much left of me to get muddy so more falling in mud puddles 
wasn't necessary, but I wanted to make sure everyone there got a long good view 
of me.   We stayed around the site for another half an hour.  All work had 
stopped and every eye was on me, it was such a turn on.   Towards the end of the 
tour I turned to the foreman and asked him if he liked what he saw.    He tried 
not to be too obvious but agreed that I was quite a turn on.  I told him that I 
really enjoyed getting all muddy and actually had planned this.  Then I asked if 
it would be ok with him if I came down here again after a big rain to do it 
again.   He kind of blurted out a "oh yeh".   I also said I have a variety of 
sexy outfits I could wear, like white evening gowns, cocktail dresses and micro 
mini skirts with high heel pumps or sandals.  I started to walk away and turned 
back and said that maybe on my last day I could even wear a wedding dress.  His 
jaw dropped.   I called back to the office to say I couldn't make it back for a 
while and proceeded to go to the grocery store and  pump some gas.  What a turn 
on to be out in public in my  muddied white minidress, stockings and high heeled 
slides.  When I got home I turned on the sprinkler and played under it to rinse 
off, getting totally saturated.   It was then that I notice that this dress goes 
transparent when soaking wet,  I'll have to remember that for future reference.