Last weekend, while my wife was away visiting family, I participated in a "mud run" to raise money for a charity. This was a 5 kilmeter run through a backwoods club's land that was full of creeks, slippery slopes, and muddy puddles. The point was to get as muddy as possible. In some of these runs, the runners dressed in regular excercise clothes but, for this one, people dressed as outlandishly as possible. There were several well dressed runners. These included a pair of girls in prom dresses. One was barefoot, the other wore socks and sneakers. There was an entire wedding party of bride, groom, groomsmen, and bridesmaids, dressed in complete wedding outfits including suits and dress shoes for the men and gowns, hosiery and heels for the women. There was even a nun (or someone dressed as one) in full habit and stocking feet but no shoes. There were lots of guys in drag so I felt comfortable wearing a grey dress and dark blue tights with sneakers. I fell in with a a guy that I was a little bit acquanted with from work. He was dressed in regular runners clothes but his wife was with him dressed in a frilly blue dress, sheer pantyhose, and white heels. Their daughter wore a dark blue satin dress and was barefoot. She had with her two friends a brother and sister. The girl was dressed in a blue and white floral dress, dark tights, and black flats. Her brother was also dressed in girl's clothes, a black dress, black tights, and black flats. Their mother was with them in a dark green dress and tan sandals.

The ran began soon after and everybody struggled through the course. Soon, I saw things left behind by the people who had gone in front of us. Some of them were running sneakers, but there were dress shoes, high-heeled shoes, flats, sometimes socks or stockings. At one point, we saw that the bride and all her bridesmaids had left their mud- and water-logged gowns behind along with most of their shoes and were proceeding in their underwear and stockings. My friends and I were no exception to the messiness. The man kept his running clothes on but was covered in mud. His wife's dress and hose and shoes were covered in mud and ruined. Their daughter and her friend's mom stayed relatively clean except for their feet and legs but sweat was running down their hair and faces. The brother and sister were not only covered in mud but their clothes were ripped to shreds and they had lost their shoes. We came to a slope that we had to slide down into a muddy pool. I went first and, unfortunately, slid right into a young woman in a flowing cream colored gown who was covered in mud. The shoulders of her gown had slipped down and her bare breasts were on display. As it happened, when I landed on her, my face landed between her breasts. I expected her to be outraged, but she just laughed and kissed me. Above us, having just emerged from the pool, the nun, her habit soaking wet and covered in mud, had her legs dangling over the edge. We each grabbed hold of her and she hauled us out. Her stockings were torn and muddy. I had somehow lost my sneakers and decided to take off my tights as well and proceed barefoot. My grey dress was so torn that I was practically in my underwear. Coming down behind me was the daughter of my coworker. I helped her out of the pool as well as her parents and friends after her. I followed the bare-breasted girl and saw she had removed her muddy gown and was now completely naked. She soon joined a man who was dressed in a black dress and black pantyhose who was carrying a pair of black high heeled shoes. He made some kind of comment that, if he was not her brother, he would want to have sex with her. They ran off. I stopped to remove my dress and pissed behind a tree before continueing on naked.   

I soon rejoined my friends who did not mind my nakedness. Indeed, the man and his daughter were naked as well. His wife was still fully clothed in her completely ruined dress and hosiery, but had lost her shoes. The brother and sister were so covered in mud it was impossible to tell if they had clothes on or not. Their mom was in her underwear and barefoot.  As we ran, it started to rain, which had the effect of cleaning us off somewhat but also making the ground muddier. We soon finished and came to a clearing where everybody was washing off. The wedding party was there, in their underwear or naked. The bride and groom had apparently gone off to have sex. I did not see the girls in prom gowns. After my friends and I washed off and they left, all now naked, I saw the naked woman. She came up, kissed me again, and left. I also saw the nun, still fully clothed, washing off, her habit intact but waterlogged.

 I left soon, too.