Chapter 1: Introduction
Sweat rolled down Ling's brow as she bent down, her petite frame crouched in the mud of the rice paddy. The warm water lapped gently at her faded pants, but she barely noticed it anymore. She'd spent countless sweaty mornings and afternoons working in the ripe fields, and after a few summers like this, she knew the stark difference between the dampness of the paddies and her burgeoning desire all too well. She was sweaty and dirty and wet from the ankles to her knees and gross.
Ling tucked a stray hair behind her ear using the back of her hand.
It came away damp, her dark locks sticking to her forehead and neck. She glanced up and nearly gasped at the vision trudging towards her through the muddy field. Yue's short cropped hair darkened as it clung to her head; she didn't bother to wipe the sweat from her almond-shaped eyes, as she simply smirked and gazed knowingly at Ling.
The sweat dripped, slid, and slithered in an alarming trajectory before falling from Yue's hairline, down her smal, chokeable neck, and traced a sinuous trail directly between her well-defined, yet petite breasts.
"Ling! Working out in the hot sun again? Aren't you ever tired?" Yue inquired with a wicked grin. Her boldness was as blinding as the sun setting behind her, but she didn't push Ling for an answer.
Yue just crouched down and mirrored Ling's position, her smoldering eyes shining with intensity.
"You're soaking wet. Did you know that?" Yue's observations nearly made Ling jump. Was she talking about the mud and the water? Could Yue see exactly how soaked she was between her legs? Heat flushed her face and neck, but she didn't know how to answer. Could her body betray her intentions and secrets?
Ling tensed, unsure whether they had the paddy field to themselves. The murky water and soil threatened to conceal other people lingering in the corners--perfect for spectators of intimate escapades.
She glanced down at her wet pants, now even darker than before, and felt a shiver of lustful longing run down her spine. There was no hiding her dampness, and the thought of being discovered by Yue gave Ling an illicit thrill.
Yue leaned in closer and whispered, "Ling, is that what I think it is?
You're dripping wet." Ling's heart skipped a beat, unsure if Yue's curiosity was merely innocent or if something more sinister--and exciting--lay beneath the surface.
Yue's smoldering eyes lingered on Ling's legs, tracing the outline hidden underneath her soaked pants, and Ling's desire filled the air between them. A close proximity is the most significant aphrodisiac, compelling Ling to uncomfortably shift her legs in the thick mud below them.
"I mean, it's just mud, Yue," Ling stammered nervously, trying to play it off as casual, but she could feel her face flush bright red.
Yue smirked, "Oh really? If that’s mud, it will taste like mud.” Yue slid her fingers on Lings pants and coated them with the wetness, then brought them between her and Lings face. “Should I taste it
and confirm it's mud?” she said, teasingly close. Her expression was a playful mix of curiosity and challenge. Ling’s body trembled at Yue’s audaciousness and nearness. “There’s no way Yue knows what that truly is,” Ling tried to tell herself. The idea of a coworker catching her being so wet in the field, and not just from the actual water and mud, made Ling shiver
. Yet, she didn’t pull away as Yue teasingly brought her glistening fingers closer to Ling’s mouth, her hot breath lingering against her pale skin.
Yue’s thumb, wet from the mixture of water and Ling’s desire, rubbed the softness of her lower lip.
“You know, Ling. I didn’t take you for a filthy girl who likes to get soaked in public,” she hissed, sliding her fingers over Ling’s bottom lip, spreading the wetness there. “You ready to tell me the truth?”
Yue asked, her eyes dancing with mischief, but Ling didn't trust the playful smile she wore. She couldn't admit the truth, the idea of anyone knowing her desires, especially Yue, was both terrifying and thrilling.
Finally, Ling decided to try and call Yue’s bluff. “Mhmm,” she hummed as she nodded her head. Yue took Lings chin in one hand, and softly pulled it down, opening Lings mouth. Then, Yue took the fingers that had the wetness on them and rubbed them on Lings bottom lip, grazing her bottom teeth, and spread the wetness sensually on Lings tongue. Ling closed her mouth around Yue’s fingers and
sucked on them, embracing the taboo act that unfolded right there in the rice paddies. She tasted her own desire for the first time and embraced it. Her pussy throbbed.
Yue moved closer and closer, their faces inches from each other. She leaned in close, whispering, “So, was it mud, or what was it
?”
Ling, cheeks flushed, leaned in and whispered back, “It
’s something far
dirtier than mud.” Saying those words, admitting her saucy secret, sent a jolt
of forbidden lust through her body, and she wished for more than just a taste of
what Yue offered.
Yue, grinning impishly, responded, “If it isn’t mud, then why don’t you
show me?” Without waiting for an answer, she looped an arm around Ling’s waist,
pulling them even closer together. Mud sloshed beneath their feet as they
balanced, leaning in towards one another.