Ramens Public Nudity – P2

July 16, 2020 by No Comments

The day grew warmer, and the sun heating her skin reminded Ramen that there was something else she came here to do. She found a nearby break in the bushes lining the water, and knelt at the lake’s edge. The ground here was slightly muddy because of the water, and the cool, squishy ground under her knees felt good. Ramen stuck a hand into the water, to test how cold it was. It was cold, but it wasn’t frigid, as she had expected. It was shallow here and the sun had warmed the water to being almost lukewarm. She smiled. This was perfect. Ramen stood, a black trickle of mud running down her legs from her knees, and she stepped into the water. It didn’t take her long to get used to it, and she slowly waded further in. The lakebed was a few inches deep in mud and algae, and as she wandered in to knee-depth she felt herself walking on submerged, slightly scratchy plants, growing in the muck. The mud between her toes felt really good. She kept going, maybe twenty feet now from the lakeshore. It got deeper quicker here, and at the bottom the water got a tiny bit colder, but she had no intention of stopping now. The cool water embraced her vagina and crawled up to her waist in the next step alone—she stopped momentarily to enjoy this sensation. A few more steps and her breasts were submerged, the water now up to her shoulders. Ramen took a breath, and ducked under water, totally submerging herself. She came up, and set her feet back in the muck, and cleared the water from her eyes. It only felt cold in the first second; now the water felt perfect.

“Aaaahhhhh…” sighed Ramen, and she kicked up and floated on her back. The water, the birds singing, the sun shining… it was exactly as she had dreamed all winter. No, it was better, much better. Her imagination couldn’t compare to this, to all these delightful new sensations! Ramen was hooked. Nothing would ever stop her now, from fulfilling anything else her fantasies could cook up. The reward of this was enough to ensure that! Ramen swam around for awhile, not really paying any attention any more to how long she took. Then, slowly, she remembered those scratchy-feeling plants, growing down there on the lakebed, in the soft warm muck. That mischievous grin slowly grew on her face again. Ramen took a breath, and dove under water. The water here was maybe four or five feet deep, and was rather dark, but she could see well enough once she got to the bottom. She spread herself out and let her naked body sink into the weeds…. Ohhhhhh. The instant the plants rubbed up against her body, especially those delicious sensitive areas, she was glad she did this. She swam slowly, lazily, along the bottom, groaning underwater in spite of herself as they brushed against her skin. She came back up reluctantly for air, and paused. She was in shallower, warmer water, waist-depth… facing the mucky, muddy, swampy end of the lake, tapering ahead of her. Several ideas hit her at once and she didn’t pause this time, diving back under water. She collected as many of the plants as her air would allow, and moved forward as she surfaced a second time, walking slowly into shallower, muddier water. In a few seconds the water ceased and she was thigh-deep in mud, which also felt good. Holding onto her precious plants, she stopped where she was momentarily, and bent her knees, allowing herself to sink slowly into mud, closing her eyes as the stuff rose up her body. That felt… so… goooood…

It was up to her breasts when she was kneeling, so she set her plants carefully aside on top of the mud, and relishing the sensation, used her hands to cover what was left of her skin in the cool goop. She only left her face and hair alone. Ramen had always had short hair, since her aunt preferred it that way, but Ramen didn’t want to try washing the stuff out of her hair, even with the cool refreshing lake water. She slowly stood up, dripping in thick brown mud, and walked further up to a shallower area, bringing her lake plants. She wasn’t sure what she was doing, but something inside was driving her… and she had given in to obeying it completely by now, regardless of what it was. She got to where the mud was ankle depth, turned around, and sat in the warm mud. She found a dry, cleanish-looking piece of wood, positioned it behind her, and lay back in the mud so that her head was resting on it. What was she doing? Ramen didn’t know anymore. Her young, wild body was in control, and she had every intent on surrendering, on giving in. Somehow it felt natural to do that… and soooo rewarding, too…

Without even thinking, Ramen’s knees came apart, and she slowly spread her legs. She didn’t even realize she had done it until her feet were far apart, resting in the mud, and she felt a breeze licking at the now open slit of her vagina, where little mud had gotten to yet. Again, she felt a delicious shiver down her spine at the sensation. Ramen’s eyes rolled back into her head and her eyes shut. Now she let her body take over. Eyes closed, she reached for a handful of the soft yet scratchy lake plants she’d collected minutes ago, and slowly pushed them down the middle of her body, making a little trail in the mud and exposing a faint pink line down her torso as some of her skin shone through. Her trembling hand, clutching a few of the plants, stopped at her pussy, which was moist now… but not because of mud. Ramen didn’t notice. Gently she parted the lips some more and pushed the plants against the sensitive, glistening pink flesh with a flat palm. She took a deep breath… and slowly pushed the plants up and down, gently, against her inexperienced young body.

“Ahhhh!!” she cried and her back arched immediately, thrusting her mud-covered breasts higher into the air. The gentle abrasiveness of the plants caused her muscles to tense and made her gasp, and she paused momentarily, biting her lip. She hadn’t expected that. She paused, and moved the plants up and down again, with her palm. She experienced the same sensation, but this time it was slightly more familiar, and more anticipated… and it felt good, strangely good. Ramen kept rubbing the plants, up and down. Her breath grew ragged, and she unknowingly pushed the plants harder against her soft pussy. The more she rubbed them against her clit the better she felt, even though she didn’t have a clue what she was doing to herself. In a few minutes she felt something building down there, deep inside, something intense—and it made her only want to go faster and harder. Her cries became moans and sighs, and grew louder, and a dirty smile crossed her face the more and more she masturbated. Ramen felt like she never ever wanted to put clothes on again. This is was all she wanted now, all she knew, all she could taste. Her hips gyrated this way and that, making sucking noises in the mud as her butt came out of it and back down again, trying to get more pressure against her pussy. Without realizing it, long past conscious thought anyway, a stray finger and a strand of the battered weeds sank into the tight hole just below her engorged clit. Ramen didn’t stop but she instantly relished the new sensation of penetration, even if only so slight, and kept the finger and the weed firmly in her pussy, as deep as she could maintain while still rubbing the rest of the plants against herself.

Whatever it was that had been building and building inside of her down there suddenly exploded as Ramen cried out, in the most incredible pleasure she’d never dreamed of in her life. Her hands were coated in a tangled mess of mud, weeds, and plenty of her own cum… her first cum. She didn’t notice yet, though, since her hands were muddy anyway, and it was all she could do to flop back into the mud and sigh, legs and arms sprawled wide apart. Her vagina was throbbing, and it still felt so good. It—she—felt alive. More alive than she had ever known. She hadn’t planned this, not even close. By god, she was glad she had given in to her hormones, her fantasies, her body’s desires.

An hour, maybe two must have passed, just laying there, not moving, staring at a cloudless sky. The sun had baked most of the mud on her body by the time she finally moved. Slowly Ramen sat up. The caked mud made it a little difficult to move but she stood, and slowly waded back into the deeper mud towards the lake. She couldn’t help the selfish smile on her face. God, she loved her body, and the things she could make herself feel. She waded through the mud and came into the water, which felt cold again, momentarily… but she got to far enough into the lake until she was standing in those plants… oh, those wonderful plants… at breast-depth. She took her time washing the mud off, taking care to first wash out the amount that had inevitably gotten into her short hair. Her body felt new now. It was something sensuous. It was something to play with, something to be enjoyed. She loved thinking of herself and her naked body this way. Once she was clean, she made her way to the lake’s edge, stepped gracefully out of the water, and climbed slowly up the rocks above the deep end of the lake, now in the direct sunlight in the heat of the day. She lay out and fully exposed herself to the sun, loving the warm rays evaporating the water off her smooth, clean skin. It was so relaxing to lay here in the sunshine. As Ramen drifted off to sleep, a new thought crept into her dozing mind… she loved playing with her young body now. What would it feel like… if… someone else was enjoying it for her?