Left alone

"Yes, definitely. We're so sorry, we'll be back in a few minutes." Maisie promised as she and Greg hastily got dressed, their ruffled hair and red faces betraying any notion of innocence.

Leah sighed, "Thank you, this has been a-" but they had already left. "... Great."

30 minutes passed by and Leah figured the couple weren't returning, she assumed they had decided to continue their antics in the comfort of their own cabin. The mud and goop that covered her body had hardened at this point, making it difficult to stretch her limbs very far.

Thankfully, after nearly 45 minutes of waiting, the hot water returned to the showers. Leah twisted the tap on full blast and let the steaming water run against her skin. Well... the mud first.

Luckily, the slop that built up and dried was no match for the heat, and it quickly began to liquify, the dried mess melted off her body as she wiped herself clean. First, the ice cream and honey fell away, then the dirt and leaves, and waiting last was the mud.

Whatever mixture of rain and soil had hardened so much so that every movement she made showed cracks against her skin. But just like the layers that came before it, it began to fade away.

The feeling of her skin finally freed again was sensitive, the last thing she had been doing before getting coated was approaching orgasm. And now, her body was finally clean again, she felt liberated. As did her fingers.

Leah was in dire need of an orgasm, her hands roamed over her bare breasts and between her legs as she convinced herself they needed the most cleaning. Desperately, carelessly, she felt lust building up inside her naked, clean body.

Did she dare cum right then and there? Or did she risk making the naked journey back to the safety of her cabin? How else would mud get involved?