The moon was full and I was hoping for one last muddy adventure before the tides slipped into darkness. I expected an exceptionally low tide, but when I arrived at the water, I saw that the prospects were not good. Once I got out onto the water, I encountered a stiff wind, blowing up the channel. I figured it could not hurt to go for a nice paddle and watch the water level, to see if it got low enough for a quick slog in the mud.
I checked out my most distant mudding spot on my way past in the kayak. I paddled another half mile down the creek, turned around, and returned to the same mudding spot. I saw that the tide level was already increasing, so I jumped in for a 5 or 10 minute sink as the tide water rose to meet me. As you can see from the video frames shown here, the blue sky reflecting off the surface of the mud was rather spectacular. In parts of the video, I look like I was superimposed on the shot, because the warm light of the setting sun is giving my skin a completely different look from the blue reflections on the mud.
So, playtime was cut short. I got cleaned up and paddled back to the car. The wind died down on my return trip so the water was glassy smooth. It was a really nice evening to be out on the water in a kayak. So, in spite of having a very brief opportunity for mudding, it was a rather pleasant excursion.
Nice commentary on your evening mudding. Two mornings ago, about 4am, I went down to the beach to run. When I got to the first rock jetty (I call it the Venice rocks) I noticed that the tides had created a couple of rather enticing tidal pools. From past times at these rocks, I know that the tidal pools have some really nice squishy sand…sort of a shallow-like quicksand) which I can sink into up to my upper thighs, sometimes just to my ball sack. So I went further south on the run and intended to stop on the return to play. I did and was not disappointed. I ran back in a very,very comfortable posing strap and walking into the pool, sinking up to my knees. I worked myself down to the mid-upper thighs and then felt the sand solidifying around my legs, which was a turn on for me. I had a bit of struggle to begin pulling my legs out of the sand and fell backwards on my butt. As I worked to pull my legs free I felt my butt sinking into the sand, so I turned over on my stomach to pull myself out of the sand trap.
Now that was a very definite turn on as my crotch sank into the sand, cupped by the sand. I was pulling and crawling slowly up the side of the pool…and, needless to say, couldn’t make it to the top without cumming. Great bit of fun that early morning. Unfortunately…and that hour it is rather difficult to do any photos or video.