My latest story

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Hiya Folks, I am back again, I haven’t forgotten about you all, I have just been really busy. Anyway, Tom and I started running a couple of months ago as part of a keep fit plan. We had it all planned as to what day we were going to start and where we were going to go, which was a route of about 3 miles involving running through the village and then down across a couple of fields, down along the riverside and back up another couple of fields, finishing off by running down the road back to our house.

The weather for the couple of weeks leading upto our first run had been bloody miserable with rain just about everyday and the day of the run was no exception but we decided we should go anyway, and agreed it could be quite fun as we both knew just how muddy our route would be.

We had both been at work all day and were still in our work clothes, which for me consisted of a relatively expensive pair of beautifully smooth and shiny 60 denier black opaque tights with a skirt and blouse. My tights had been worn a few times and were starting to show signs of wear around the feet and crotch with the thick nylon getting quite thin around the heels and between the legs, though they still looked and felt amazing.

When we went upstairs to get changed, I slipped off my skirt and blouse but left my tights on and Tom watched as I went between bedrooms in just my bra and thick shiny tights sorting out my stuff. When I came back into the bedroom I had in my hands a very skimpy pair of loose black running shorts and right in front of Tom I slipped them on over my silky smooth nyloned legs. Tom smiled at me and told me I was a bad bad girl for keeping my tights on as I knew they were going to get muddy and I smiled back at him and told him sarcastically that I was only wearing them to keep my legs warm. When I got my shorts right up, I found that the re-inforced bands at the tops of the legs of my tights were clearly visible just below them as they only just about covered my backside.

Tom at this point was just about to put on a pair of long black lycra leggings that he used to wear for cycling. I told him to wait a minute and had a quick rummage in one of my tights drawers and fished out a packet containing two pairs of 20 denier tan tights. I threw the pack to Tom and told him to put a pair on under his leggings and watched as he opened them up and pulled out a pair. Tom then opened out his tights and whilst still stood up, he slid them on over his toes, up his smooth shaven legs and right up over his twitching penis, and managing to put his finger right through the thin nylon on his right thigh creating a large hole and ladder as he forgot they were not the tougher opaque tights that he is more used to. Once he had his tights on, Tom put on his leggings as I got two little pairs of smooth white opaque nylon ankle socks out of my drawer. I opened up both pairs of socks to see that one pair, although clean, had quite badly stained footprints on them and a small laddered hole right under the heel in one of them. I chucked Tom the clean and obviously unworn pair to put on and I put on the dirty pair, matching up the dirty footprints with my feet, which put the sock with the hole in it on my right foot.

Tom and I then both finished getting ready, with him putting on a long sleeve t-shirt, and I took off my bra and put on a smooth tight white lycra running top. We then went downstairs and put on our waterproof jackets and, after giving Tom a good look at my dirty white socks, with my black tights just about visible through the thick white nylon, and clearly visible through the hole and ladder in my right heel, we put on our running shoes. Lastly, Tom put Milo (the dog) on his lead and we stepped out into the heavy rain. Straight away I could feel the rain soaking into my thick tights and we laughed and said we must be bloody mad going out in this weather as we started to gently jog up the road.

As we ran up through the village, with Tom telling me how good my long legs looked in my shiny wet tights, especially as they were on show all the way up to the bottom of my backside, I could feel my tights getting wetter and wetter from the rain and because the path was so wet my ankles were soon soaked from the splashes from my feet and it wasn’t long before the first drops of water were finding their way through my trainers, soaking into my thick socks and tights. Neither of us made any effort to avoid the puddles as we ran and about halfway through the village as we were crossing the road we ran right through a puddle that was deep enough to cover the toes of our trainers, just about filling them with water and leaving us both with very soggy feet. After this, we seemed to start aiming for the puddles, splashing straight through any that we came across and by time we were through the village and at the gate to the first field, our legs and feet were totally saturated.

We stopped briefly at the gate for me to get my breath back and to have a quick look at the state of our legs and feet. My thick tights were totally waterlogged right down the fronts of my legs, and nearly as bad at the back and the black nylon was shinier than ever because they were so wet. My little white socks were also totally waterlogged, as were Tom’s, and my black tights could be seen through the thick white nylon which was now just about see through. After our little rest, we went through the gate, and immediately on the other side of it was a large brown puddle which we both casually stepped straight into to find it was deep enough to cover all but the very tops of our trainers, instantly flooding our already very wet feet.

Tom then let Milo off the lead and we started jogging down the track right across the middle of the field. The track was unsurprisingly very muddy and slippery and it wasn’t long before our lower legs were covered in dirty brown splash marks as we continued to make no effort to avoid any puddles. As we got nearer the bottom of the field the ground became more and more waterlogged until it got to the point where our feet were disappearing into the muddy water with every step, sending huge splashes all over ourselves and each other. In the middle of this flooded part we had to stop running as we ended up wading through knee deep water with our trainers sinking into the thick mud with every step and we couldn’t help but laugh as we ploughed on through it with the water coming up over our knees as we walked.

Once we got through the deepest part of the water and it was back down to around our ankles, we set off jogging again, and were able to see that our trainers and once white socks were now brown all over from the mud. Just after this big flood we came into the second field which was just as muddy and slippery as the first, though there were only smaller puddles, no deeper than ankle deep, keeping our legs and feet lovely and filthy. As we ran through the field, Tom was telling me just how horny I looked in my wet and filthy tights and that he was feeling really turned on and I told him I was just as turned on as he was but not to get any ideas as we were out for a run.

When we got through the second field we had to climb over a style to get down by the river. The style was totally surrounded by another ankle deep puddle which we stepped straight into and as I climbed over I watched the filthy water pouring from my legs and feet. Once over the style, I jumped off it with my feet together, landing back in the ankle deep water, sending it flying all over myself and Tom, even getting our faces. I laughed as Tom came over and returned the favour and then we headed up on to the flood bank, deciding it would be easier to run on than lower down where the ground was just about totally waterlogged. There were still plenty of puddles to run through though and we both managed to run through just about every single one of them to keep us nicely wet and muddy.

Near the end of the stretch by the river, we had to run down the steep side of the flood bank, which was incredibly slippery. Tom went down it like a mad man, just managing to stay on his feet, but as I took it very slowly and cautiously, I suddenly felt my feet slip away from under me and before I knew it I was sat on my backside sliding through the mud with my legs straight out in front of me. Tom had already turned around and was watching as I fell and I could feel the thick wet mud soaking straight through my thick tights all the way up the backs of my legs and right up inside my shorts to my backside. As I had fallen my hands had automatically gone down into the mud to try and catch myself, and once I had stopped sliding I looked at the state of them, with the thick mud hanging off them. I wiped my hands on my wet nylon clad thighs, rubbing the mud into my thick tights and enjoying the feeling of the smooth nylon. I then bent my legs, bringing my thighs upto my chest and wrapped my arms around my ankles and rubbed my hands up and down my wrinkled tights and the tops of my soggy brown socks.

Tom eventually walked back over to me, once he had stopped laughing, and I had trouble convincing him that it was a genuine accident and that I hadn’t done it deliberately. He then stood in front of me and had a good look at my filthy tights before holding out his hand which I took, and as I made as though I was getting up, I suddenly pulled hard, causing him to loose his footing and slip onto his knees in front of me. I then threw myself at him and managed to pin him down on his back as I straddled him over his groin, feeling my knees and shins digging into the soft mud. Tom smiled at me as his hands started to explore my mud covered thighs and legs and as I bent forward to kiss him I felt him start playing with my thick tights and pulling at them. I then heard the distinct sound of ripping nylon and lifted myself up and saw that Tom had managed to stick his fingers right through my tights on my right thigh, creating a two inch wide hole that had instantly laddered a good few inches up and down my leg.

Seeing this made me hornier than ever and I sat right up and reached behind me and pulled off my trainers, revealing my very wrinkled and very soggy brown socks. I threw my trainers down the bank as I dug my nyloned toes into the soft mud as I turned back to face Tom just in time to see him put his fingers through my tights again, right over my right knee. He then played with the ladders from the hole till they came right up over my knee to my thigh. Next Tom took hold of my tights on the inside of my left thigh, about six inches below my crotch, and as he pulled the nylon away from my leg, I noticed that the thick gusset of my tights was in full view out of the very high legs of my skimpy little shorts. I watched as he again stuck his fingers through my tights to create another two inch hole and then as he played with the resulting inch wide ladder, working it up the inside of my thigh and managing to get it straight past the re-inforced band at the top of my leg and right up to the gusset, I unzipped my jacket and took it off to reveal my tits covered by the thick white lycra of my top, which was quite wet and see through.

Seeing my breasts in my tight top, tom put his hands upto them and started to play with them, covering the wet lycra with mud from his filthy hands. He then sat up and stuck his face right in between my boobs as he continued to massage them, teasing my erect nipples with his fingers. After a minute though, I felt his hands start to wander down my body to my legs, and this time he reached his hands down to my wet and muddy bum and then onto the heels and ankles of my socks. He started to play with them, sliding his fingers down between my soggy socks and tights till he was stroking the wrinkled soles of my feet through just my tights and then I felt him start to pull at the ankle of my left sock so that it was pulling at my toes. My thick sock then gave and I heard the rip, knowing that Tom had just put a large hole in my sock. I let out a gentle moan as I was getting increasingly turned on by the damage Tom was causing to my socks and tights and looked round to see that there was now a large hole going half way round the ankle of my wet sock just below the elasticated cuff and a large ladder, at least two inches wide, was going right round the back of my heel and under my filthy foot, exposing my thick black tights.

I told Tom he was a dirty bastard and pushed him back down into the mud and his hands went straight back to my thighs. He started to play with the ladder on the inside of my left thigh again and then I felt his fingers against my bare flesh right next to my shaven pussy as he forced them through the laddered nylon. He teased around the edge of my pussy for a short while with just his finger tips as his other hand continued to play with my tights, and then I felt him pull at the crotch of my tights until they ripped open enough to let his hand through, right up against the thick gusset. I again moaned out loud as I heard the thick wet nylon rip and nearly screamed as his fingers entered me, going deep inside my wet pussy. We both knew it wouldn’t be long before I came and Tom started to pull at the right leg of my tights with his left hand getting me more and more turned on with every hole he put in them until I felt myself coming all over his hand and my tights.

Once my orgasm was over I laid on top of Tom for a minute to recover and then stood up in the mud in my socked feet to look at the state of my tights. The first thing I saw was that the four inch hole tom had just been fingering me through was clearly visible below the left leg of my shorts, with the wide ladders going a good six inches down the inside of my left thigh. Apart from this though, my left leg was virtually untouched apart from my ruined sock, but my right leg had six or seven holes, all between one and two inches wide, scattered over it from my thigh down to my calf, all of which had laddered quite a way up and down the thick wet nylon. I then lifted my left foot up to see my ruined sock which had a wide ladder going half way along the bottom of my foot, exposing my filthy tights.

I watched as Tom adjusted himself, trying to get his very erect penis comfortable in his tights as I slipped my jacket on over my dirty see through top, and then slid my way down to the bottom of the muddy bank in my muddy, and very wrinkled socks to get my trainers. Tom came with me and I picked up my trainers and walked through the mud to a puddle which I stood in in my socked feet, and which was deep enough to cover my feet, just revealing the cuffs of my socks above the dirty water. I put my trainers down in the puddle and then knelt down on my left knee, with Tom holding my shoulder to support me, and started to rub my foot in the water, getting the lumps of mud off the soggy nylon. Once the worst of the mud was off, I slipped my dripping foot back into my flooded trainer and then did the same for the other foot.

We then started jogging again, away from the river and across the last muddy fields towards home, with Tom unable to take his eyes off my ruined tights as we continued to splash through the mud and puddles. Once we made it home, we went straight round the back of the house to hose the dog off as he was filthy. I held onto the dog as Tom sprayed him, soaking my legs in the process with the spray, and half way through I slipped off my trainers and stood on the waterlogged patio in my filthy socks. When Tom had finished with the dog he took his trainers off to reveal his filthy soggy socks and he hosed off the worst of the mud off our filthy trainers, spraying both our nyloned feet and legs in the process. Once our trainers were clean, we walked around the side of the house in our socks and went into the kitchen and I got Tom and me a drink as he towel dried Milo, with both of us leaving pools of dirty water around the kitchen from our saturated feet.

After our drinks, we both tip-toed through the house I our socks to the bathroom, where I turned the shower on and once it had warmed up we both stepped in fully dressed apart from our jackets. We started to kiss each other passionately as our hands explored each others bodies through our wet muddy clothes and it wasn’t long till tom was naked apart from his tights and socks and I was in my tights, socks and see through white top. We ended up destroying each others tights till they were just a laddered mess as we had amazing sex under the hot running water with my legs wrapped around Tom as he held me up against the wall.