"Sorry about this. I hope you forgive me, " said Lucy, as she sprang up in front of him. "But you still stink."
She shoved John's head under the mud. He closed his mouth just in time. He was only submerged a short time, but he came up gasping for air.
Lucy chuckled. "I really am sorry. But I didn't think you would do it otherwise. And I don't want my house to stink like that skunk. Here let me help," said Lucy, as she rubbed the mud across his face and scalp.
The mud tingled a little, but wasn't unpleasant. She began to rub the mud across his body, including his arms and thighs. The combination of her hands and the mud was very erotic, like a sensual massage. John felt himself stiffen again. When her hands neared his groin, he backed away.
Lucy looked at him strangely, her expression impossible to read. "Okay, I think that's enough. For now. I am going to go wash up in the lake. You can join me inside whenever you are ready. I left a fur for you to wear by the door."
Lucy stood up. Even the dripping mud couldn't hide the curves of her womanly figure. John had to wait quite a while before he could leave.