14. Love people taking spontaneous swims on the beach
15. The challenge I have heard from
16. Water fight with aftermath
17. My Girlfriend in Bath
18. House warming
19. Julia, on the beach or at the beach
20. Bruno stays hot and dry at the fountain
Lisa at the Summer Party
by Bruno
Lisa had an invitation from friends to a little summer party,
“a few glass of champagne, some snacks, something from the grill and to enjoy the sunset with friends”.
Lisa chooses to wear a summer dress, with trendy underwear and heels,
Now she feels perfectly dressed for the summer party with her friends from the bank.
Stop! something is missing, some jewellery and a little handbag. Now she is ready.
On arriving she sips some punch, grabs a few snacks and makes small talk with the other guests whilst
slowly drifting from the spacious apartment into the garden.
Here she sees a pool that she did not know about, but no matter, she was here for flirting, not swimming.
Nevertheless, the pool provokes her to start some playful teasing.
Lisa deliberately wanders dangerously close to the edge, and pantomimes jumping in.
The others guests laugh but don't believe that Lisa really intends to swim in such a beautiful dress.
They are right, Lisa does not intend to swim, she just needs a little attention.
Once she is playfully pushed by one of her friends, and gives a little shriek before stabilising herself.
Then Lisa steps onto the springboard, acting out some dangerous situations,
very dangerous in the heels she is wearing, everything dry, but provocative.
At one point near the steps into the pool she stumbles and suddenly finds herself standing in ankle-deep water,
her heels fully submerged.
Everyone laughs. Lisa does not want to go any deeper so she steps back out of the pool and becomes a little more cautious.
Time flies, until a little later, she is suddenly grabbed by two guys, one taking her hands and the other her
feet, and is carried to the pool. She resists and wriggles and her skirt rides up showing a lot of leg,
not so much as to be embarrassing, but enough to look "very hot".
The whole party is now aware of the buzz and Lisa is now inadvertently the centre of attention.
After swinging her over the water a few times the guys decide to torture her a bit more.
They carry her to the corner of the pool and stand so that Lisa is now hanging over the water.
They lower her down a little bit, then up again, then down again pretending to dip her.
Suddenly she notices that the hem of her skirt is wet and she can feel her derrière being lowered into the water.
Lisa screams, the crowd laughs and claps. Finally she is simply dropped into the pool.
Lisa swims around before climbing out, her skirt is dripping from the hem and her dress clings sexily to her body.
She is pushed back in again. Climbing back out she wrings the water out of her skirt before jumping
back in again, She is enjoying herself completely.
Out of the pool she flirts, pressing her wet body to dry men's
chests or sittings in their laps.
Then she's back in the pool again swimming around.
Eventually she has to go home. Still very wet she walks along the road to her car.
Once home she heads straight for the shower, and still fully clothed steps under the stream,
washing herself and her clothes thoroughly.
Once her dress is clean she pulls it off and starts again, rinsing her white underwear.
Finally she goes to bed and has a long deep sleep.
Bruno
Pool-Disco in Greece
by Bruno
Last year I have spent two nice weeks on holiday in Greece.
On my last day I had a nice Greek meal in a tavern near the harbour and really enjoyed my last evening out.
Around midnight I felt like going somewhere where I could meet somewhere.
In the tavern they recommended that I go to a disco called "Atos", about two miles away.
So did I, and I have to confess that this place looked nice and inviting, like a big Spanish hacienda in Greek architecture.
Inside were a pub, a fast food bar and a dance hall with a live band,
a few quiet corners to meet people and to my satisfaction a wonderful, illuminated swimming pool.
It was 6 by 20 yards, lit in a nice pale green and surrounded with palm trees.
Three young girls in bathing suits were leaping and swimming around and from time to time
they used the diving board on the short side.
Of course I choose my place now near the pool, not wanting to miss a possible event.
I wasn't the only onlooker near the pool. From time to time they changed the illumination
and turned on a few water spouts to make this place even more romantic and inventing.
A real place of peace with a hopeful flair.
Now I'd like to take the time a bit and tell you the most erotic situations I saw.
Suddenly a boy in blue jeans and his girl friend, in a white cotton mini dress,
leapt together into the pool and splashed around for a bit. After a while they climbing out to show of their wet clothes
before jumping back in again.
Next, two lovely gals in pretty light summer dresses were doing the Twist on the diving board.
They were teasing each other about falling in, but never did - What a pity?
I found this infectious environment very erotic. Do you understand that?
For me it's not only the wearing of wet clothes, or the swimming fully clothed that I find erotic,
the way of getting wet and the even the only "might be" events can also be very stimulating.
Later on a few boys jumped in, fully clothed in cotton jeans and shirts. After fooling around a bit they
forced their girl friends to join them, which they did, under protest, wearing similar types of outfit.
It was jumping in, swimming around, frolicking, climbing out, being watched and jumping or being pushing
back in again and again.
Their white jeans and blouses, which turned transparent, showing their
underwear and bodies to their best advantage was arousing and infectious.
By a table at the opposite side of the pool I saw a gal in a knee length, blue and white stripped dress
standing up, when to everybody's surprise she was picked up by her boy friend, and amid squeals and laughter,
thrown into the water. She seemed to be really enjoying it and encouraged her friends to join her,
but they didn't.
She swam around for quiet a while frolicking with all the other soaked girls and boys.
What a lovely sight she was swimming in her skirt and when she emerged from the pool with her dress stuck to
her fine body.
Now she tried to wet all her friends at the table by sitting on their lap or embracing them,
with result that she ending up being thrown back into the pool.
Next time she emerged from the pool she went dancing with her friend still in her dripping gown.
How I would have liked to change with him! But I could only admire her from distance. What a girl!
After a long dancing session she cooled herself off again by jumping back in the inviting blue water.
At about four AM things started to calm down in the disco and everybody, including our bathing beauties went home.
So did I with another nice adventure in my dripping wetlook heart.
1999, Bruno
School Excursion
During my Senior high school years we had the annual excursion day that usually was split into
a formal part, the visit of some biologically interesting location followed in the afternoon
by barbecue in the woods.
On this years excursion we were studying the population of flowers in the
meadows and after another hour of walking we reached the small lake where we are
supposed to have our barbecue. But first we had to follow the coastline for another 30 minutes
before we reached the fire place.
The footpath became narrow and the pushing and barging started.
Soon the first girl struggled and slipped into the water fully dressed.
We were all similarly dressed for walking, hiking boots, jeans, shirt or pullover and,
because it was still a little bit fresh in the woods in the morning, a jacket.
She was a little upset as climbed out of the rather shallow water with her boots squelching . She was wet up to
her thighs, her hips and jacket still dry. When she tried to regain the path she was jokingly
pushed back in again.
This time did she not only slip but lost her balance and sat down in the water, which now reached
up to her breasts. Now she was really upset. She climbed back onto the track for revenge
but we'd all retreated some distance.
She took of her dripping Jeans jacket and, as the next best thing, threw it at us yelling:
"Don't you know how dangerous this is, swimming with a jacket and boots in the water - I could have easily drowned!"
We just took wet jacket and we passed it among ourselves as she tried to retrieve it, until we arrived at the fire place.
She was still dripping, and her wet jeans glistened in the sun, when I got hold of the jacket again.
I do not remember why but I took of my jacket and, with difficulty, slipped on hers and ran towards the shore.
I hesitated for a moment until someone shouted:
"Coward!"
At which I just stepped into the fresh water boots and all. An unexpected shudder ran through my body
when my private parts became submerged and I did not stop till I was wet up to my nose.
Her jacket floated nicely around me. After a little swim I headed back to shore, and only now did I
feel the heavy material of her jacket.
I approached the girl and sat down next to her and after a brief silence she started to giggle,
"you look like a drowned rat".
One word let to another and after a while we agreed to have a swim together, still in our wet gear.
Again, the flooding of my pants was heaven and I observed that she also experienced a shiver when the
water soaked her long sleeved T-shirt.
We splashed around for quite a while before heading back for lunch.
neither of us removed any clothing in front of our class mates, except the boots.
The walk back in our wet clothes was a bit "different". Walking in tight wet jeans is one thing,
the wet boots rubbed on our feat.
When we passed the original accident point one of her friends, for a laugh, just her back in,
and she staggered out into the water up to her hips. This time she just took it for a joke,
climbed back and we continued walking. My eyes transfixed on her glistening wet back.
From that day it was not the last fully clothed swim I enjoyed and I was even able to date her
and we had a great laugh about that adventure but I was not able to repeat it together with her.
Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did the day itself and the recollection
Bruno
Observations from a Balcony
Many years ago I was on vacation with a g/f that was not really aware about my likes so I was not
anticipating any fully clothed swimming action.
I tried testing her on the beach, we were both barefoot, wearing jeans. I ran towards the waves dragging her behind,
but her strong protests led me to stop while she was wet only up to her knees.
I almost got a slap in my face and she ran back to the room for a change - bad luck.
Because I was already partially wet I took the chance for a full dip in the sea enjoying the
tight wet jeans around my lower body.
The rest of my holidays were not bad, she did not mention what happened again.
We enjoyed the warm sun of Greece together with lovely evenings at the bar.
She was, despite her dislike of wet clothing, a very attractive girl, and we stayed together for more then 2 years.
Back to the center-story
We stayed on the 3rd floor of a 10 story hotel in a room with a small balcony overlooking the pool.
One night after we'd gone to bed around midnight I heard some commotion down in the bar/restaurant are near the pool.
Some British people were having a kind of departure party and had got a bit drunk during the evening.
The area around the pool was well lit to avoiding a accidents so I had a good view.
I had the strong feeling that something wet might develop and pretended I was not feeling well
because of the amount of food I's eaten. I took a coke and sat outside on that little balcony
and convinced her to go to bed. I promised to follow as soon as my stomach was better.
Now the British group was sitting on the chairs and beds near the pool talking rather loudly and
still having a good time. Inevitably some guys jumped dressed into the water. When they climbed out
they asked for more beer and tried to throw the others in.
Soon the first girl was carried, to the sounds of laughter, towards the pool. She was wearing a little
blue jeans skirt and a white crop-top. From her voice and laughter it was clear that she was not sure
whether she would end up in the pool or not.
After some banter a guy in wet slacks just took her on his arms and jumped in holding the now screaming girl.
I carefully checked whether my g/f was woken up by the scream - she was deeply breathing.
Once in the water the mini-skirted girl started to laugh and shouted to her friends to come in too.
Non followed her invitation. After several laps she climbed out over the pool stairs and I saw the water
dripping from the hem of her skirt.
She walked, still wearing her heels, towards the other ladies and tried to hug one of them.
Then they stood around chatting - what a sight she was in her dripping attire talking to the dry girls.
Just when I thought this was it two guys approached a girl in a tight short black dress and dragged
her to the brink of the pool. She shouted
"stop! immediately! you bastards"
With the last words she was pushed into the blue water. She appeared back on the surface,
gasping with her black hair glued to her pretty face. At first she straddled water and told the guys what idiots they were,
but soon she explained the others how nice the water was, encouraging them to join her.
Accepting her invitation, another lady, wearing skin tight pants, just removed her heels and took a running dive into
the inviting water.
The fir girl in the mini-skirt and all the guys followed. They had a real ball in the warm water dunking
each other and horsing around.
There was still one dry girl, left near the bar. She must have had a foreboding and kept herself quite
far from the brink. She was wearing kind of summer circle skirt that swayed alluringly when she walked.
Suddenly the guys became aware of her, climbed out and ran towards her.
She tried to get away, but in her heels she could no run as fast. Soon she was cornered and dragged
without mercy towards the water. She cried out loudly,
"no, no, please not" followed by giggles and "Please not".
One gut took her legs the other the arms - her skirt rode far up (I remember her white panties)
- one - two - three - and she flew far out into the pool, where she was welcomed with splashes from
all her lady friends.
The group spent a long time in the water talking and drinking. From time to time one got to fetch more beer.
Unfortunately the girls were served by the boys. How much was I longing for observing the girls climbing out!
What happened next was "sugar for my soul". One of the lady waiters, a dark haired local girl came towards
the pool and told them to quiet down and leave the pool - which they actually did - but not without having
small talk with her.
Then, all of a sudden she was lifted up and flew through the air into the pool,
still wearing her uniform, a short black skirt, blouse and vest. They all jumped back in after her
and had some discussion with her I couldn't follow from my position.
After a while they helped the waitress and the other ladies out. They all climbing up the ladder showing
off their wet attire with tons of water streaming out of their clothing. Then they left leaving traces
from a memorable night on the concrete.
I went to bed with a rather agitated heart!
The next morning I did not see those British people again, they had left early.
During the following days I carefully watched all the waitresses, trying guessed whether each one
was the girl of last night or not ....... and my fantasy went wild when my eyes followed their uniforms,
from the black pumps, via the stockinged legs to their cute black skirts, blouses and tight vests,
and their beautiful brown faces ....
Enjoy
Bruno
The Small Parts Washing Department
Many years ago, in the late 70's I was working in a large company as a
"helping hand" in the washing department. No, we were not washing clothes we were washing small
mechanical parts in large washing machines to remove any oil before they went to the colouring department.
It was a rather boring job, loading and unloading the large rotary-drums that were mounted with
the opening facing upwards. My mates were two guys and three girls, who operated the smaller machines and controls.
Because of the wet nature of the job we were wearing rubber boots with a plastic apron over our work wear.
The only ones wearing ordinary office clothes were the boss and his secretary, who were seated in adjacent rooms
with large windows overlooking the washing machines.
Anyway when Friday came we were always asked to clean the machines, specially the drums, to remove any remaining dirt.
For this we used the hose, a broom and strong brushes. During that process we all got more or less wet.
I was told to clean the very large drum with a hand brush and some water from the inside, which I did by
climbing in via a small ladder.
Suddenly the drum started to rotate very slowly and all of a sudden I was drenched by 3 hoses aimed
by my work mates
"welcome on your new job"
they cried as another shower drenched me to the skin and filled my boots completely.
Then they let me out and we continued that cleaning, me dripping wet and the others grinning.
Going home I had two choices, wet underwear under my dry clothes or my stick to my soaking wet workwear.
I chose the latter.
Weeks later after many quiet cleaning-Fridays I was again washing one of the drums when
I was suddenly hit by a jet of water and a "sorry mate" from my colleague.
I did not reply in words, I just squirted back, and within seconds a full scale water battle had developed
between us.
The others were cheering us on, so we both, at the same time turned on the onlookers.
My water-jet has hit a female co-worker almost in the face just above her waterproof apron,
which filled immediately with water. She squealed as the cold water drenched her T-shirt clad bosom,
followed by her jeans, which rapidly changed colour.
My mate had drenched the male co-worker and there was now only one girl left. We all were chasing her around the
place with our hoses and cold jets. Soon her wonderful back was glistening and her water filled
boots slowed her down. Then we cornered her and gave her the shower of her life.
Interestingly, our boss and secretary were not in the office so our fun remained our secret.
This evening we all left in our street clothes showing wet patches from our still wet underwear.
We went together for a few beers and had fun till late and laughed many times about the day's events.
When I got home I took another clothed shower and had some fun with myself.
A month later one of the girls had her birthday exactly on a Friday and brought some cake and Champagne with her.
Soon we were in a good mood when we started cleaning. Some bizarre discussion about a wish of her's for a
Jacuzzi gave my colleague an idea.
He quickly filled up one of the drums with water and we all ceremoniously took the birthday girl
and dropped her, wearing all her blue work gear, into the drum. She took it with kind of pleasure
and started to give a toast.
When she stood up her rubber apron slid down and we could admire her bra visible through her white wet T-shirt.
All this excitement brought our boss and the secretary to the wash room, asking about the party.
Suddenly the boss said
"Karen, you weren't been initiated when you joined us, were you?"
Quickly we lifted her up and walked towards the drum containing the giggling birthday-girl.
Karen shouted:
"Stop, you can't do this, look, I am properly dressed ..... and I have nothing to change into, no, please no".
Yes she was really properly dressed and far the nicest secretary I knew (at that time).
I have often fantasised about her giving me a smile and something more. Did we really have the courage
to throw her fully dressed into the water.
It was the power of the group. We carefully lifted her, despite her screaming, over the water and slowly
lowered her booty into the water. Her screaming increased as we lifted her out a little.
Water was dripping from her rear side and her red pencil skirt had a dark glistening patch.
We hesitated, not sure if we should really go through with this.
Karen, was struggling, trying to get free, while still suspended over the water.
She was becoming "heavy" when we heard the boss shout:
"Chickens"!
That was the encouragement we needed, we slowly lowered Karen, in he sexy red pencil skirt back into the
cold water until her abdomen was drenched. The, with a certain portion of mischief, we proceeded even more slowly
until her white blouse covered breasts were submerged. Some playful splashes from the birthday-girl
completed the drenching of Karen's hairdo.
There she stood in the the hip-deep water, her once smart hairdo plastered to her lovely face,
her makeup running, and her lovely breasts poking through the transparent blouse,
revealing a stylish embroidered bra.
A nice round of applause from the small audience welcomed her to the company, accompanied by some further
splashing of the two girls in the large drum.
Then the other working girl, who was already a bit wet from the splashing, was lifted up and placed
in the cold water to alongside the other two. They embraced each other and dunked themselves completely
before deciding to leave the large drum.
Climbing out with heavy rubber boots was rather difficult, but climbing in a tight knee-length pencil skirt
harder still. Finally our secretary leaned over the edge and we pulled her out. Her red skirt glistened
in the light and I eagerly helped her by grabbing her hips and one stocking clad leg.
Wet stockings have always a special shine. There she stood, (in my eyes) a beautiful drenched girl
making me hard, though, through her eyes, she probably felt a dripping wet "pile of misery"? Who knows?
Quickly we brought the three girls some blankets and resumed our cleaning work.
Karen walked back into her office a bit wobbly in her soaked stilettos, with water still dripping from the hem
of her skirt, which was not totally covered by the blanket.
We quickly finished our cleaning and we all left together for a drink, invited by our boss, in a nearby pub.
The two working girls had changed into their street clothing, one was in jeans and T-shirt now and the other
in a long cotton dress that was very fashionable at that time.
Interestingly this dress showed clearly the water marks from her damp underwear.
Much more interestingly was the fact that the neither the other girl's blue jeans nor that T-shirt
showed any damp patches .... until I found out that she was not wearing the damp undies, just the Jeans
over bare skin and a T-shirt with nicely moving breasts below.
Yes you guess it right, our secretary was there too. As she'd claimed before, she did not have anything to change into
so she sat there in her sexy red pencil skirt and her white blouse
over her sexy bra, though not as visible now as it was when her blouse was drenched.
She frankly admitted that everything was still damp, and only certain parts have dried since her unintended bath.
During all small talk my mind was on the three girls, how did the the damp undies feel under that skirt?
what was it like in jeans without knickers? how did Karen regard the experience of sitting,
fully dressed but damp. in a restaurant.
For a brief moment I was able to touch her, I simply left my hand on her chair with the damp seat cushion,
and when she returned from the toilet and sat down I felt some dampness from her skirt. I was in heaven when
I apologized and quickly withdraw my hand.
All good things come to an end and we finally left the pub and went home where I took a fully clothed shower.
During my time there I have experienced some more Friday splashings, but none was like the ones I have told you about.
The beautiful secretary never again appeared in that department on Friday afternoon nor did
she react on any remarks from my side.
Sorry guys I would love to tell you about taking a shower or fully clothed or bath with her ...
pure fantasy and wishful thinking!
Regards
Bruno
Nice beach holidays
by Bruno
I was away for one week and had a pretty good time, meeting some nice girls. One meeting was more exciting than the others.
I met her in a discotheque and she looked great in her short blue dress that covered the
upper half of her slender legs and well fit her body and bust. And her blond shoulder length hair was a treat.
She was probably about 35+, a real woman not a girl.
After a long dancing (and drinking) session we came closer and stepped out in the night for a refreshing ...
it was still too hot so after a short discussion we went down to the sea and sat on a sunbed,
enjoying the silence and the moonlight.
She has taken off her sandals to make it easier walking in the sand. It was not long before I mentioned that
I needed to cool off and stepped out into the shallow water and started paddling around.
My shoes and white pants got wet up to the knees. She giggled, and after some time she followed me into the
shallow water, also up to her knees.
The water was still far from the hem of her dress. I made some gameful splashes which she avoided very elegantly,
but she giggled so sexily that I became uncomfortable in my pants while watching her.
I had to go deeper, not to be to far from that sight, so I sat down and submerged and my pants.
She found it very funny seeing me sitting fully dressed in the sea and not giving it a damn.
So our conversation about all the world went on and she continued to stay dry.
My brain was working overtime on ideas on how to get her wet without loosing face
when suddenly a little wave ran in and broke, splashing right up her legs. She shrieked:
"Damn! my skirt and panties are wet."
and retreated a few steps back to the shore, lifting her skirt to inspect the damage.
Then, suddenly and without warning, she turned round, and towards me and sat down next to me submerging
her beautiful body and dress.
At that point I just took the chance for a little banter and within minutes it changed to a kissing and a bit more.
She had a very sexy body with some volume on the right places. Her wet hair framed her lovely face and her
wet kisses covered my mouth.
After a long time we stepped out and had more giggles admiring each other in our wet states.
Not long after we went back to the hotel leaving some wet trails. In the lamp light I could make out
that she wore a nice bra and tiny panties (that I'd sensed when groping).
No, we did not stay the night together because she was not single and her boyfriend was in the room.
He did not like discos and so she went on her own. I don't want to know what that prat thought when
she came back hot and wet. One last kiss of her beautiful wet body in the elevator and it was like a nice dream.
I saw her several times on the beach (in her bikini) together with her companion,
but of course I didn't take any reckless action, just a smile from time to time. She didn't return to the
Disco during the last two days of my stay.
Birthday Wish
Copyright 2013, by Bruno
My birthday is coming up at the end of August, and since it is my 40th, starting a new decade,
I would like to do something special. A colleague wants to take me out for dinner and friends
in Pennsylvania have a daughter whose birthday is at the same as mine,
plus their wedding anniversary is three days prior, so they were talking about having a combination party.
All nice, and maybe something I will do.
However, I would much rather stay in a hotel and have a pool party where I am tossed, thrown or pushed,
fully clothed, into the pool by other fully clothed people who then proceed push, throw or toss each
other in, in the clothing of their choice.
I would love to alternate between the pool and hot tub, then go to a bar (I am not a big boozer but
have always wanted to do this) and have a drink or two, sopping wet, while watching all the people
enjoying their fully clothed swims.
The gorgeous red-head in her tight jeans and boots climbing up the pool ladder.
The blond Marilyn look-a-like, in her blue cocktail dress, standing on the board for a while,
then jumping in with her dress riding dangerously up.
The raven-haired lady in her black gown being carried to the brink by two guys in jackets,
bantering around until she takes their arms and pulls them both in with her.
The brunette from the neighborhood I've fancied for years being lifted by her arms and legs and
presenting a lot of those lovely legs when her skirt rises up. When they swung her back and forth
several times, a glimpse of white panties before she flies, shrieking, into the welcoming water.
Then shy Jenny from the office with her elder colleague, both wearing their business attire
(black slacks and white blouses) climbing up the stairs displaying full bras through the wet fabric.
Suddenly the brunette is standing next to me, her lovely wet dress moulding her luscious body.
"Hi, I am Sandy, are you the guy organizing this amazing event?"
We took a glass of champagne together, and she told in a long rigmarole how she got the invitation
from a friend and first thought that this sounds special, a party in a swimming complex,
but then decided to come to that pool-party with some dancing.
When deciding to come she had not considered that she would be swimming swim in her dress,
she confessed that she had packet her bikini in her sports bag in case a swim developed. But…
Together we return to the pool for the rest of the evening until eventually the party winds down.
Luckily I had booked a room in that house and didn't have a long way home.
When I woke up in the arms of Sandy the whole evening reappeared.
"Damn was I tired".
We were both partly undressed, me in my undies and white shirt with lipstick in several places,
she in her light blue bra and panties. We got up and dressed in our still damp clothes, she hadn't a change,
and went down for breakfast.
The way back to the rooms crossed the pool area. We couldn't resist and jumped in, hand-in hand,
for another clothed swim.
Then I woke up in front of my desktop - what a sweet dream.
That's my wish, although it won't happen quite that way. I will probably do the hotel thing in a
town a few miles away and may try to "convince" someone to throw me in, but having no wet clothing friends
in this area I will probably be pretty much on my own.
A Three Day Conference
copyright 2013 by Bruno
I was at a three day business conference in Florida. The aim was to bring the people of several branches on
the same level. On the first day most people did not know each other but we quickly progressing during
the first night during a diner party. It was more of a finger food, drink and walk around for meeting people
party that a sit-down do.
I met several nice co-workers from different locations. It was late when I was returning to the hotel rooms
together with a younger guy (Peer) and a sales-lady (Tina) who knew Peer from an earlier conference.
As we crossed the lobby I noticed the door to the indoor pool was ajar. With a short excuse I moved over
and was surprised to find it was not locked up.
I walked through the door and was greeted by a certain warmth and humidity. I knelt down to feel the warm water.
I told Peer and Tina, who had followed me in, I was going for a swim. As I was taking off my shoes he asked
if I was going to swim in my underwear, to which I replied, "no just the way I am".
Peer asked if I was joking and I said "of course not, I love swimming" and pointed to a spot on my shirt
and said "it needs washing anyway".
I emptied my pockets and did a running dive straight into the pool. Man did it feel great.
I had on a buttoned down shirt, grey slacks, boxer briefs, and belt. I rarely wear under-shirts so the soft
cotton of my shirt just hugged my body and my slacks, just moved with the water.
I swam back to the end where Peer and Tina were standing and invited them to come in and join me.
They moved a bit away from the edge and Peer laughingly said he couldn't believe what I had just done.
Tina said, "look at you" and could not close her mouth.
"Come on, it's fun", I encouraged. Just then the pool door open and another young lady named Luana
entered the room. I'd had a short conversation with her earlier during the party.
I really fancied the long sleeved blouse she wore over slender pants. That blouse had a nice neckline
that enhanced her sexy cleavage.
She came in holding a drink, and her "hello" and laughter filled the room. She looked at me in the pool and said,
"cool how is the water". I said "fantastic, come and join me".
Well, to my surprise, she put her glass and handbag on a nearby chair and said, "hell ya" and dove right in,
heels and all. Her white blouse immediately turned transparent, offering a view to behold,
of a rich and beautifully embroidered filled bra. Her face was framed by her beautiful long wet hair.
We had been fooling around for several minutes without bothering the two standing on the dry side when
a huge splash interrupted us. Peer dove beneath us still wearing his shirt and pants. With a broad smile on his
face he started treading water and making conversation with us.
Tina some how seemed to feel lonely and was wandering around while we were bantering in the pool.
All of a sudden she slipped off her heels and sat down on the edge,just an inch or two above the waterline
bathing her legs. The water came almost to her knees that were visible below the hemline of her slim skirt.
I quickly swam under water up to her. When I rose up I was greeted by two lovely wet legs and a quick
glimpse up her skirt into heaven. She was definitely wearing stockings and white panties.
I immediately felt uncomfortable in my wet pants and again asked her to join us, and again she refused.
I carefully took one of her feet and started a tender foot massage. I was in heaven caressing those wet nylons
and she looked ecstatic too. She has reached out her hand towards mine, I took it and slowly helped her
slip into the welcoming water. The water quickly captured her skirt and her lower body and slowly rose
up to her breasts.
She had on a white blouse with blue pin stripes. She was little smaller than Luana
but she still offered the wonderful view of a black French brassiere through the mostly transparent blouse.
Her hair was still dry, but not for long. I took her in my arms, opened my mouth and was warmly welcomed with
a wet kiss. We sank together down into the depth and popped up for air oblivious of the others.
When we were back on this planet we saw that they have also paired up.
We swam over and started to splash them. The four of us were now hollering and having a grand old time
when a staff person turned up and told us to leave as she had to close the pool for the night.
We climbed out and couldn't help but noticing her checking out our clingy wet clothes.
We two guys clearly had a bit of wood showing that didn't escape her glance.
Peer, Luana, Tina and I, slogged up to our rooms.
I took Tina to my room and went into the bathroom to where I had the shower going. After feeling each other up,
still fully clothed, under the shower, we stripped off, dried ourselves and went to bed.
I took all of our wet clothes, including her sexy French brassiere and business clothes
and hung them on a towel dryer, so they were mostly dry by the morning.
The following evening was rather formal. How I wished to have a rehearsal when looking at Tina.
She was seated two tables away, together with her folks, wearing a flattering black cocktail dress.
The whole evening I had my eyes on her thinking about how that damn sexy dress would look when wet.
We had to attend the event to the end, after the closing time of the pool. What a shame.
However Tina, living a few thousand miles away, and I met several times, until she got married in New-York.
A wet sailing day
Copyright 2013 by Bruno
I went sailing today with a new girl, who did not know about my wet love.
We'd met a few days earlier in a pub and She was very interested in going sailing.
We were both in slim fit jeans, trainers and a Lacoste tops.
Whilst rowing out to my yacht we were hit by a some spray and got a bit wet. On board of the boat
I took out the bucket and sponge to wash the bird pooh off the deck. A couple of loose buckets of
water soon had me even wetter.
She stood a little aside and laughed out loudly every time I got sprayed. When I emptied a bucket
in her direction she quickly moved aside, avoiding wet feet. Eventually we hoisted sails and took off.
It was a pretty sunny day but still pretty choppy water and with reasonable wind gusts so some spray was coming
over the deck, keeping me wet. Finally she got her first sprays.
We spent a few hours sailing and both of us got more water sprayed over us. Whenever she got hit she
let out a short cry, and sometimes told me to steer more carefully. Finally we headed back to the mooring,
both of us soaked, let's say damp.
Our shirts did not show much of the wetness but the jeans had, here and there, dark patches.
The back of her jeans had a large damp patch were she's sat once on the wet deck. How would I
have loved to see her totally drenched, just the thinking of it made me hard.
When she climbed off the boat back into the dinghy to row back to the beach I gave her a playful push.
What a shame, she ended up in the drink. When she reappeared on the surface with her wet hair dangling
down she was grumbling about me being an idiot. Now I was really hard observing her, dressed in the water.
She tried to climb back into the dinghy. There is a technique for climbing out off the water
back onto the boat which she clearly did not know. So I decided to give her a helping hand.
which ended up me being pulled into the ocean.
How I loved the cooling effect of the water around my private parts. There was no time of thinking and
she and me ended in a real banter. Touching her wet clothes over her wonderful body was heaven.
The day could not have ended in a better way. Later we both had a bit off swim round, diving,
more wrestling, etc. before clambering out.
While pulling her into the boat I was greeted with a great view of her
nice wet cleavage and her black bra that showed clearly through the wet white fabric.
Dripping wet we rowed back a shore and headed off to the outdoor beer garden near by. Her skinny jeans were
now much tighter than when dry and showed next a cute ass and a nice little panty-line. As neither of us had
a change of clothes we both sat in the late afternoon sun in our wet clothes. Perfect!
Truly, our conversation did not revolve just around the sailing only but also about me pushing her
into the sea and the subsequent fully clothed swim. I wormed out of her that it was her first
fully clothed swim but that she had swum in the ocean several times wearing a T-shirt for sun protection.
Almost dry I drove her home, got a kiss and a bye-bye till next time, and the door was shut.
Don't think that I have converted her into a wetty, but she played along well and did not complain.
It's a pity that we just stayed friends and didn't come together.
A wedding to remember
by Bruno
I watched a few videos of wet weddings and was reminded of a summer back in the 90s when I was a groomsman
at a friends wedding. I was known to the groom by a long high school relationship that kept on after wards.
Of course I knew the bride rather well too, and maybe half of the other guests.
The reception was held outdoors in a nice green garden not far away from a hotel pool.
The sun made us thirsty and we had to refill by drinking some alcohol. The mood was fantastic and the wedding
party was in full swing.
It was very hot and after the wedding some of us thought it would be great fun to throw the groom
into the pool, which after some wrestling and resistance, we finally did, along with the best man.
The crowd was rather shocked and the bride looked on in disbelief.
Then the the rest of us guys in the wedding party joined in, along with some random guests.
It was so hot and the pool felt so great. We were in rented tuxedos so we didn't care.
To me it was special, swimming in a full tux including the former starched shirt.
After dunking each other for a while the groom gestured for the bride to come in. She was not so keen
and stepped back from the pool to join her bridesmaids. Now we all in the pool started encouraging the bride to join,
but without success.
Then, one of the bridesmaids in her long yellow dress said,
"what's the problem, it's so damn hot",
and took a few steps towards the pool and jumped into the water in her full finery.
That broke the ice and the other bridesmaids surrounded the bride and started to
move her towards pool where they mercilessly pushed her in.
Of course they all felt obliged to follow her and without removing anything, their matching little purses,
their watches, their shoes and everything, dutifully jumped in after her.
That was a view to behold, the bride in full white gown treading water, wet material everywhere.
I just had to touch her and so I waded towards her, took her in my arms and did a little Waltz.
I was in heaven (and the bride was in the pool, ha, ha).
This felt so exciting that I had to do this Waltz-number with every bridesmaid in the pool.
Some of us started to climb out of the pool and jump back, some went for a drink.
I climbed out and asked one of the ladies, quite far from the pool, for a Waltz and before she had chance to say
"No" I took her for a few steps, my wet arms and jacket drenching her a little.
I repeated this act with a second girl, and as I waltzed with just she just took me by the hand and jumped
in dragging me with her. "Wow", her short red dress rode far up allowing me a view of a pair of slender
legs ending in red "boy shorts panties". The upper part of her red dress was even tighter around
her C-cup bra but the material was to opaque for me to see it clearly.
We went on tossing and turning around in the water for a quite while forgetting every thing around us.
Later we climbed out, I let her go first and had the beautiful sight of her dress rising from the water
a few inches away from my eyes. I watched the water cascading inside and outside of the fabric.
When her waist was at the water level she carefully stretched the dress's hem downwards, so as
not to show too much leg. Another two steps and I saw the water running from the hem,
a favorite of mine. Then she placed her red heels on the last steps and it was my turn to follow.
I always enjoying the water rushing out of my clothes. We went for a drink at the outdoor bar.
I cannot tell if any more people ended up in the water, or how the bride finally ended up
as now I only had eyes for her, the beautiful girl in her little red dress, soaking wet.
Is there anything better than a kissing and cuddling while wet? I know what's even better but it
does not belong to this story.
Yes, we dated for a while but she lived in another town and we never had another fully clothed swim.
I have tried to push her into a fountain and river twice but she always blocked me,
and when I tried to pull her into my shower she quickly stripped.
I think that arousing wedding experience was a mixture of "feeling good", alcohol and good luck.
I wish I could have a repeat wedding experience.
Me wet-look - she (wet-) Bondage
2013 by Bruno
My former GF didn't have a problem with my love for wet clothes at all.
She wasn't really into it herself, but was generally happy to accommodate me.
When she would be watering plants on our patio, she frequently turned the hose on me watering me from
head to toe and I willingly obliged, whatever I was wearing. Usually the garden stuff is water tolerant.
It often culminated by her pushing the nozzle down my pants remarking,
"hopefully he grows faster than the flowers".
I frequently answered by retaliating and wetting her breast (B-size) while making a similar remark.
This always lead to some horseplay that ended up somewhere between the garden and the bedroom.
But she would never aim the nozzle deliberately at herself for my pleasure.
She has pushed me in pools on a few occasions - but never jumps in on her own.
I mostly got it when we were far from home and did not know anybody.
Once or twice she followed my invitation for a swim. By "invitation" I mean me climbing out and running after her
and grabbing her.
Then follows a "please! no! Not in this dress!" or "No! It's new" while I pull her towards the water.
Finally we end up in the pool together and have some fun in the lovely water with her dressed in light summer clothing.
Light dresses are my favorite when wet, they show plenty of underwear and allow nice access to her body
without undressing.
Once, when we were in Paris she shoved me into the famous Trocadero Fountain when I wasn't expecting it,
but she didn't follow.
That same day we were visiting some monuments and I had to follow her across Paris while still dripping wet,
though later on, just damp.
She just understood that it was something that I enjoyed a lot, and so dealt with it.
On the other hand I did the same by accommodating things she liked that might not have been my exact preferences.
She loved some Bondage. Oh yes, I found ways to combine both.
Sometimes when she was helplessly tied to the bed (very carefully with towels), I took the advantage
and poured water, fruit juice or Champagne over her, wetting her in whatever state of undress she was in.
My target would be her cleavage, well shaped by a lacy bra, or her nude bellybutton, which is nice for licking the juice,
or drenching her clothed lap and admiring her soaked panties. And not only her panties.
I really had a delicious love life with that wonderful girl friend.
Got Pushed in
2013, by Bruno
I was born in the South and am now living now in the northern part of USA where the weather is rougher than in Florida.
I miss the time when you could spend most of the year in T-shirts and swim in the warm water. One lucky day I got an
invitation to a an executive sales conference near Miami. A full week of conventions, seminars and training (yawn),
but in the warm conditions of Florida.
We stayed in a large hotel with conference rooms, pools and nice gardens. It was pure luxury. We were a crowd of
some 100 executives including some pretty good looking women. Of course the executive ladies were over twenty something
but nevertheless, they were executives that did not only manage their job but also their life, health an their shape.
I quite fancied some of them and loved the "sales executive uniform", dark suit (skirt or pants) and
when combined with a light colored or white blouse they looked even better.
The second night was quite informal and so were the clothes. We were gathered outside around the pool for some drinks.
How I would have loved jumping into the welcoming water that was so nicely illuminated,
but in front of all my colleagues, No way!
And then it happened. It was in a little crowd when I was suddenly pushed, lost my ground and fell into the pool.
I remember so well because I was wearing very light weight cotton pants and shirt.
Imagine, the whole crowd turns toward the pool and me swimming fully clothed, very embarrassing.
When I climbed out everything was extremely clingy and totally see through. I was told I was borderline indecent
as I also had on white undies. I am still teased about it but I'm guessing they were jealous as I looked fabulous.
I moved away from the pool, leaving a dripping trace. But now things are becoming better.
The med made loud and stupid comments but the women were more sympathetic about my wet state and I
got involved in some nice small talk.
Slowly my clothes dried and my self-confidence came back. The evening winds down and now only a few people are left.
I started walking back to my room when suddenly one of the younger sales ladies appeared and said:
"Heard that you had an accident, Didn't see it myself but everybody was talking about it.
It must have been embarrassing."
She was one of the sexier ones, mid thirties, with a nice bum emphasised by her tight dressy skirt.
Her white blouse presented a nice view of her cleavage.
We started a conversation and lost track of time. We were probably the last ones leaving the pool area
when we passed the spot where I was pushed in.
"It was around here", I mentioned.
"Oh, this is the deep end", she replied, "you must have gone straight under".
We stepped a bit closer and contemplated the quite water. Then, when turning around for leaving I missed
my step and got my second soaking of the day.
This time was different, no audience, just her. The water was warm as I swam to the ladder to climb out.
"How is the water?", she asked.
"Fine."
I quickly stepped up the ladder and the water rushed out of my clothes. My private area was "borderline indecent" again.
As we headed back towards the hotel she made some wolfish comments about my state.
I did not reply in words but in actions.
I took her in my strong arms and slowly stepped towards the edge. She looked at me in that "don't do this, please" manner.
She had a pretty face and wonderful lips. She closed her eyes and I kissed her. She was enjoyed this long lingering kiss
when I lost my balance and we fell together into the warm water.
Rather than breaking off she enhanced her kissing until we had to break for air.
After I let her go she pulled the hem of her tight skirt towards her waist for easier swimming.
We stayed quite a while in the water and had lots of fun and kissing and cuddling.
Finally we decided to return to dry land and swam to the ladder.
The gentleman I am, I let her climb up first. As she emerged the hem of her skirt reached my eye level and
the rushing water hit me in the face. None the less, I saw a lovely pair of long legs encased in wet nylon
I was not previously aware of.
She stopped on the third step and pulled down the skirt for modesty and continued,
she had to pull it down again because of the climbing.
Then I climbed out, took her in my arms and we walked back leaving a wonderful wet trail.
We passed the hotel reception but they barely lifted an eyelid as we vanished into the lift,
where I got another wet kiss.
When we reached her floor she took me by the arm and I followed her from the lift into her room.
I decided to prolong the wet experience and mumbled something about washing the chlorine out of my clothes
and stepped into the shower. She eagerly followed.
I removed my shirt and then slowly undressed her under the cascading water.
As I removed the white blouse a brow wired bra with French embroidery appeared, and after opening the clasp a
nice pair of soft breast pointed out.
Removing the pencil skirt uncovered black hosiery and boy styled panties.
We both needed a lot of coffee next morning. And my swim yesterday drew some funny comments,
but what do they really know!
Spontaneous wetting of Mum and Dad
2013, by Bruno
In the last few months I've observed a few cool spontaneous swims by mums and dads while playing with their children.
Mostly while the mums were wearing leggings and a T-shirt or a T-shirt with bikini bottoms
and the dads in shorts and T-shirts.
I will tell you the best one. The neighbouring town has a splash park, that is great in the summer,
with many facilities, ranging from water spouts to a small pool, to play in.
One day, I was at there with my kids, enjoying the sunshine, the coolness from the water and a little beer.
Anyway, it was just after 5 and I noticed this man (about 35) coming towards the splash park, talking on his phone,
and in his work clothes (nice looking grey suit, with a white shirt and red tie under his jacket, black dress shoes and socks).
He approached a woman that has just stepped out of a shallow pool, hung up his phone, and started to talk to her…
Obviously his wife. She was there with their two sons, probably around 4 and 6. She had wading with them,
keeping her hem above water level. The boys came over and hugged him,
and they had a good laugh about how his suit got a bit wet.
Then they started to try to talk him into joining them, just usual kid stuff like, "can you come play daddy?"
This dad was awesome… He just slipped off his jacket, slid off his shoes and socks, rolled up the slacks a bit,
loosened his tie (but kept it on which was really cool), and walked over to the spray area.
Within minutes his slacks were totally soaked and he was having a blast with his two boys! Gradually his shirt
got soaked to showing a firm body. Eventually, after about 5 minutes, he did take off his dress shirt, but left his pants on.
Then he yelled to his wife to come over too, which she refused, pointing to her white calf length Gipsy skirt and blouse.
He did not argue further but the boys were now hooked to the idea of coaxing their mother to follow dad.
They rushed over to where she was standing and started pulling on her arms, but without much success.
She laughingly repelled this attack.
She was still busy struggling with the two boys attached to her arms when Daddy stepped out of the spray area and
slowly walked towards her.
Suddenly she saw her fate approaching and tried to run away, but without success. He took her on his strong arms
and stepped towards the splash zone with an impish grin on his face. Her "no, no, please don't"
echoed through the gardens.
Undeterred he just stepped into the shallow pool and headed towards the sprays. Pleasurably he moved her,
still kicking her legs, into a dripping spray wetting her blouse and spraying her face and hair.
Her voice, that had been till that moment rising suddenly changed to laughter.
He took a step further to the right at the very moment a fountain, set into the ground, started spouting water.
And has hit her fully on the buttocks, covered by her white Gipsy skirt.
Slowly he put her down and pushed her further into the spraying water until she were soaked to the skin.
A soaking he completed by splashing handfuls of water in her direction. Her dark hair, glued to her face and shoulders,
glistened black in the sun. The white blouse had almost melted on her skin and displayed a lace bra
that could not completely cover her areola and the two protruding nipples.
Her dripping skirt, made of a similar material, was also forbiddingly transparent, except in the region of her
lower body where the skirt was lined with some material, like a short underskirt, protecting the panties area
from being displayed, at least when the skirt was dry. Now everything was dripping and the two layers
couldn't hide her jazzy white boxer-panties.
"What a wonderful picture" I thought and what an excellent situation. I could not take my eyes off her.
More, I still wearing my summer sandals, shorts and a polo stood up and moved towards the shallow pool for a better view.
When I stepped into the cool water it sent a shiver through my body. How good was that cooling in the heat.
The two were bantering while their children enjoyed the show. Me too. I had to cool down myself and sat down in the shallow water,
capturing my best bit.
After half an hour they ran through the spouts for the last time and left the pool together, dripping wet,
with her wonderful body in plain view to the public.
They returned to their place, gathered all her things and the children's toys into a bag and just walked away,
still in their gear.
It made me hope that one day I would have a partner myself to do that someday!
Love people taking spontaneous swims on the beach
2013, by Bruno
I do it all the time, mostly on the beach. My usual clothing is what I am wearing during work or recreation,
mostly jeans, charges and a T-shirt, a Polo or a shirt. I know a a small lake that I hang out at a lot.
There are many facilities, some restaurants, a beach-bar, a jetty a ramp and of course a long beach.
The beach is not of the sandy type. It is a mixture of sand flat stones and some grass. The waterline is rather flat,
so perfect for families but not to crowded. Several fire places are installed and some reeds and bushes give a bit of privacy.
Different from when I was young, today I say, "the heck with it, if I want to go for a swim I'll do it, clothes and all".
Some people will look surprised when they come up and that I am wet, but I tell them it was a hot day.
Others do not remark my wet state and after a while it is difficult to see the humidity. Usually it gets a good laugh
and a shake of the head.
A couple of times others have decided it was a good idea and went in also.
usually after removing half of their clothing. The men take off shoes, socks and shirts while the girls
keep on the shirt or go swimming with their bikini-top.
It is nice to see them stepping into the shallow water and hesitantly eking out the steps from when
the water is an just an inch below the clothing until it finally floods their lower bodies.
Once their pants are immersed they will relax and enjoy the cooling.
Again the exit is similar. Brave steps until the pants are out of the water and glistening in the sun,
followed by a quick walk back to their place while observing the environment, "hopefully nobody will see me".
I love the girls, groups of friends heading to the beach after school. I already get aroused in anticipation
when they step out on the jetty still in their daily clothing. Some take of their footwear and dangle their
feet in the water for cooling of. Quite frequently one male of the group will start pretending to push them in,
with the usual "no way" and lots of laughter.
It's not unknown for some of the guys go a bit further until, a shriek is carried over the lake followed by a splash.
One splash leads to another and soon the whole group is climbing out and jumping back in,
for a while while still wearing parts of their daily clothing.
Sometimes there is somebody who needs help loading or unloading a boat onto a trailer at a boat ramp.
That is a ready-made situation. I am always a volunteer if needed. The perfect excuse, helping and slipping and being submerged.
I was at the lake the other day and when I walked up there was a boat that needed help being loaded up.
Everyone was in shorts and T-shirts except one woman. She was in tight fitting jeans and a long sleeved button down shirt,
knotted at the belly and was already waist deep out there.
One of the others said "we were in shorts we could have done it", but she said with a laugh it does not matter,
"I love the water, for me this is fun, it will dry quickly".
This is a girl after my own heart. I have observed the whole process (without going in myself).
They did not need any help, but it was a turn on seeing that woman, in her thirties,
moving in and out of the water while wearing her jeans and blouse.
Here feet were bare and pretty slim, which gave a nice contrast to the jeans. Her blouse was still dry except for
the bottom inch. When the boat was afloat and the trailer was stowed away (she steered that jeep and did
not bother taking the seat with her wet bum).
I had just resumed my walk when I heard a splash behind mr. The woman was walking out into the lake
where she submerged completely with the words, "That feels good, it's so hot today".
Now her shirt was drenched permitting a white bra to show through, which, together with her now wet long dark hair,
was a dream come true.
I have seen her several times when bringing in or taking out her boat. She always wore more than just a bikini,
but I never had the guts to address her.
All I did was return to my spot, drop my handy and quickly head for the cool water myself. What a relief in the heat!
The challenge I have heard from
2013 by Bruno
This story is partly fictional but based on a tail from a former work-mate.
We had already had a few beers when suddenly she started to report this one among others.
To make it more close I wrote it in the form of her telling me the story.
A few years ago, I read a "Dare To Get Wet in public" in a forum that hooked me up.
The rule was that at least one person you didn't know had to see you doing it.
One particular evening I had been drinking wine chatting with my best friend from the girls-school time.
I can't remember why this "dare" came to my mind, but I said to my friend,
"Guess what I recently read in the Internet? A 'Dare To Get Wet in public', while fully clothed of course".
She giggled loudly and made a few comments about "swimming in clothes", "uncomfortable wet jeans", "weird" etc…
I asked her how she knew that wet jeans were "uncomfortable"
She told me that she had once been pushed into a lake during a walk with friends. She had had to walk for almost
two hours while moist and that wet shoes were a pain to walk in.
"And can you imagine how humiliating it was to hear all the people we passed making rude comments?"
After a while we switched to another theme and ended the day very late.
The next morning the dare and my friend's concerns filled my mind, teasing me some how, I knew I just had to give it a go.
At the end of my working day, at 4'O clock, it was time. I would do it, just in the clothes I wore that moment.
I chose a rather small lake in a recreation area that had some natural reeds
and woods around it.
I had on a pair of tight blue Levi jeans, the ones showing my shapely legs, a black T-shirt, leather booties,
nylons and some underwear. I stopped and talked for a while with a couple of guys and one lady who were there for fishing.
They were all standing near the waterline wearing wellies.
As we talked, I inched towards the water line playing with my protected toes in the water.
Later I stepped a bit further into the soft mud at the water's edge. My inner excitement grew and grew.
Did I have the guts to go through with this?
When I took a little step backwards I pretended to lose my balance and "accidentally" fell in.
I was now sitting in the water up to my belt and my best part was drenched with cold and muddy water,
adding to my excitement.
They laughed at me and as I anticipated asked if I was okay. "Of course!" I feigned irritation a little
but managed to present a brave front.
The embarrassment, however, was mostly genuine but the experience was exhilarating, too, as I had
accomplished exactly what I had set out to do.
The challenge was indeed fun and the enhanced sensation I got from the water inside and my slightly muddy blue jeans
was a nice reward as well.
When slowly standing up I slipped again, this time falling on my tummy, soaking the front of my shirt.
A while turning around even my collar got wet. When back out I looked like a drowned rat, but a lucky rat.
My filled booties were squelching with every step. The woman asked me again if I was OK and if she could do something for me.
I was standing in the shallow trying to wash some mud out of my jeans when I realized that
I had lost my keys in the shallow water. I have forgotten to fasten them.
"No problem" she replied. She was wearing long wellies, jeans, a mans shirt and a vest for her fishing equipment.
Quickly she stepped into the one foot deep water covering only half of her boots and tried to catch the keys with her scoop-net.
Gotcha she hurrahed and held them triumphantly in the air, and slipped.
With a loud "fu.." she sat heavily in the water exactly in the same place I have been a few minutes earlier.
"Sh.." she said and slowly stood up. "Look at me, all wet and see my wellies, like pools. Heavily she stepped
on the ground and I started to laugh.
She stepped after me and pulled me towards the waters edge and with a short banter we were back in the cooling water.
This time even her hair got a bit wet and the vest and shirt were moulded to her heavy D-size bra,
showing through when she took of the vest.
Her fishing friends were ogling, because the wrestling had accidentally undone two buttons,
presenting her enormous and wet cleavage further, made them hot. Slowly she buttoned up the shirt,
carefully supervising the guys reaction.
Still dripping we went a few steps back, sat on a bench and had a talk and a laugh and the sun warmed us up and so on
I came here for a dip in front of somebody unknown and made somebody unknown follow my example.
Water fight with aftermath
by Bruno
I was working in the office till four and decided to leave early because of the heat. While stepping into
the lift I took off my jacked and loosened my tie and the top button of my white shirt.
I stopped by my girlfriends apartment and found her (Maggie), her 10 years old son Fred, and his friends,
Paul and Collin at the pool. I sat down next to her on a lawn chair with a coke as the boys started shooting
each other with water pistols.
I was accidentally shot by Fred so I decided to get back at him and took Collin's water gun.
Collin disappeared quickly but I caught Fred, picked him up and tossed him into the pool
saying "now we are even".
He had on his shorts and T-shirt so he laughed and said "we'll see".
He climbed out and ran behind the gate with Jeff so I sat down with Maggie. She was in her swimsuit
and I was contemplating going to my car to get a pair of workout shorts I keep there,
but before I was able to move, I felt a torrent of water hit my back soaking my shirt.
I looked around and found the three boys grinning with a super soaker aimed at me. Next thing I knew,
I was hit in the crotch with another burst of water. Now the front of my pants were soaked as well.
I looked at Maggie and said war was declared.
I took out my phone and wallet and gave them to Maggie, who thought the whole encounter hysterical.
It took about 15 minutes for the three boys to surrender when they were thrown into the pool.
I was totally soaked from the battle and since it was a warm day, I really didn't care.
My polo shirt and khakis were wet anyway so I joined the kids in the pool. Maggie followed soon and we had quite fun.
Eventually I took off my shirt as it kept floating which was distracting from the water wrestling we were doing.
When the afternoon went on, Maggie decided to go inside and put on some clothes, instead of the wet swimsuit,
before preparing the barbecue.
Now she wore a light halter top and kind of short skirt, both in a light green colour.
On a large tray she carried some food stuff in the garden when Paul aimed at her and made a nice face shot.
She could not really react because of the tray.
Then, after she has set down the try on the table the boys ran off and hopped back into the pool.
Maggie approached the pool and told them off while I was still sitting on the chair.
I calmly rose from the chair and stepped behind her and suddenly pretended to push her in.
She stepped one step further, turned around and before she could say a word lost her balance and felt backwards
into the inviting water. Snorting with laughter she emerged from the deep and we all followed her example and took
it from the funny side.
Quickly she headed for Paul and dipped him several times for being naughty - he enjoyed it as much as I
did watching my girlfriend swimming in a skirt and top.
When she climbed out it was clearly visible that she was not wearing a bra and the light colored top
did not do much to cover her dark, nipples standing to attention. I quickly embarrassed her and together we
jumped in and fooled around for quite a while until we left to fire the barbecue grill.
She was slipped on an apron that covered her bosom.
She did not change while we had diner and another cuddle in the refreshing water,
where I removed that now wet apron to get a better view and feel.
My Girlfriend in Bath
by Bruno
I am living near the city of Bath in the south west of England, I'm male and was 31 years when that story happened.
It's about an interesting circumstance I thoroughly enjoyed. It was kind of a jackpot!
Several years ago I met Sheila in a bar and from the beginning we had a good conversation.
When the day ended I gave her my number. I could not sleep well that night. Her pretty faced appeared several
times and I could not stop thinking about her slender frame with a nice upper part.
The Jeans she wore on her hips well encasing well proportioned legs ending in a nice pair of heels, not very high heels
just the right amount for looking great. Through her hosiery I could see her painted toe nails.
Above the fantastic jeans she wore a turquoise blouse and a rather tight pullover with a plunging neckline displaying
the beginning of an inviting cleavage.
The next day I was rather busy and my costumers got me going when my phone rang and her lovely voice said "hello"
We had some rendezvous and ended after some time in a friendship. Our sex life was brilliant but still I did not have
the guts telling her about my likes for wet clotting, either swimming myself while wearing jeans nor seeing a pretty gal
taking the waters.
I was enjoying for many years since I saw a girl accidentally falling out of a rowing boat while fully clad
(first kick) and when she climbed back presenting her glistening rear side (second kick).
Time passed very quickly and we had a great life together.
Recently we met in the evening for a nice dinner at my place. Not a big cooking but some salad, main course with wine
and dessert.
While drinking some tea and wine she blurted out,
"wanna believe what I did today? I went shopping downtown some clothing for the late summer party
we intended to participate next month. Suddenly I was approached by a girl about my age. She was in a
good mood and asked me a few simple questions about where am I going, where am I from and if I would have a little time left.
Because I already found something appropriate for that party including some new shoes, I wasn't in a
hurry at all and was listening to the girl curiously.
My lovely Sheila went on: "Oh, oh, she proposed that I take a bath, a bath in the middle of the street,
a bath while wearing all my clothing, just for fun and the internet, she even offered some money, fifty bucks.
At that moment so many things were running through my head. I will just sort them out a bit.
With shoes?
I was wearing those designer jeans that are washable,
my white blouse will become transparent probably showing my lacy bra,
maybe I'll keep on my light blazer (damn, it is dry clean only) and pointed brown booties.
The girl kept speaking so enthusiastically that I lost all concerns and asked about my booties?
She replied, "no, keep them on, it's a special sensation and they will easily survive".
I could not believe what I heard from my mouth: "Yeah, why not - sounds a nice proposal on a hot day for cooling off"."
My pants became tighter and tighter. I crossed my legs to hide my rising tool. My mouth was dry and my forehead hot.
I did not now how to react. Luckily we had dimmed the light.
My girl chattered on acting if this is the most normal thing, jumping fully dressed in a tub of water,
in the middle of a town. Heavily breathing I took a gulp from my glass and refilled them both.
The wine burned like fire in my throat. She continued:
"We moved next to a tub placed there and she offered me a bath with a smile. I have tested the water with my hand,
it was just right for a hot day, cooling but not freezing.
First I took some water sprinkling my neck.
Then I lifted my foot over the brim and let the water soak my bootie.
Quickly it was full and I moved further stepping in with the second foot. Again this rushing in of water down to my toes.
My jeans were now wet almost up to my knees. I was in kind of trance and did only remark that some people started
to stop observing my (strange?) behavior",
Sheila reported everything with a disarming smile. She continued:
"Should I turn and step out? My brain still went fast. Nevertheless I knelt slowly down and the water gradually moved
up my legs until it submerged my panties"
When those words left her sensual lips I almost creamed my pants. I heard her sexy voice:
"Then heavenly I sat on the ground of the tub and the water was just below my breasts. The movement caused a
small wave running for and back and quickly soaking half of my bosom. My blouse became transparent and the light
jacket floated. I remarked that I actually had forgotten to take it off. Now it was too late.
Maybe it will protect my dignity.
Slowly I calmed down and started to relax."
Again she continued: "I was sitting in the middle of a pedestrian zone fully clothed in a bath tub full of water.
About twenty people were gathered around while one guy was taking pictures or was he filming. Some spectators
made their own little film. I heard remarks from "brave girl" to "she is an idiot" till "slut".
Then I heard the voice of the inviting girl again,
"You have to submerge completely to get the money - hair and all".
My girlfriend continued, "I was wet anyway so I went till the end. Slowly I started to bend my knees sliding down
in the water. First my breasts were submerged completely and I wrapped the jacket tighter."
At that moment I creamed my pants uncontrollably. Hastily I pretended a fit of coughing and spilled some whine on my pants.
while Sheila continued: "slowly I submerged my hair and finally the water swashed over my face…".
At this point my girl hastily stopped her voice,
"Can I help you"? - "No, no, it's OK, I just choked and spilled some whine" I murmured and took a napkin.
"And now", I asked. She detailed:
"Quickly I popped back up, the hair plastered around my face. How was my make-up, was it running?
I smeared with my hand over my face, it seemed not so bad. I tell you this was an experience me in this tub
in the centre of Bath. You should have seen me. The filming guy told me later that I will get a copy of the material he shot.
When I stood up half a ton of water was rushing through my clothes and the jeans glistened in the sun.
I had to close my light blazer because my bra was in full view with that wet blouse. The jacket felt heavy
and cold when I stepped out. The girl offered me a hand and a bathrobe.
Quickly we moved towards a mini-bus where I got a paper to sign that I was filmed with my knowledge and that
this material was for Internet use and that I got 50 bucks. Everything went so quickly, I wasn't really
thinking about consequences… what do you mind.?"
I could not really mind I just said, "You did nothing offending, so no harm is done".
"You are right", she replied and cuddled into the chair and went on.
"It was rather funny walking home dripping wet while the sun was shining. First I had to empty my booties
and wring out my socks to stop that squelching noise and the wet traces on the concrete became less and less with every step.
When I entered the bus I felt like everybody was starring at me but nobody said anything.
Back home I took everything off and have put it on a line for drying. I stuffed my booties with some newspaper.
And did you see, my blazer dried quickly and with some ironing it does look like nothing has happened?" I just nodded.
When we went to bed later I quickly undressed in the semi light bath and took a shower washing my spunk off and
hurried to get below the sheets with her. We had a wonderful love making and I was fulfilled with fantasy pictures
of her in that wet clothes with her breasts poking through that lacy bra and thin blouse.
How I would have loved to attend that session. I think I would have jumped into the tub with her.
The story was not over yet. I had to tell her about my fantasies… and…
As many of our dreams it came to an end, two years and many good soakings later. I am still having a wonderful
memory about that time - and believe me or not I bought the video from "streetsplashpublic" and can refresh that night
again and again.
Bruno
House warming
2014, by Bruno
When I was younger I used to help-out a catering company as a waiter, doorkeeper or just a cleaner.
This job was rather interesting because of all the different households you were able to have a good look inside.
Sometimes I was playing the car-jockey if there was not enough parking space in the street, sometimes
I played the animator for silly games and once I was hired as kind of dance partner for older single ladies.
This time I was hired as a waiter, wearing black pants, white shirt, a black gilet and white gloves.
In the beginning I was serving drinks followed by food and more drinks including coffee and champagne.
In the eyes of the host drinks were important for loosening up the party. Alcohol is the universal social lubricant.
Breaks the ice, loosens up inhibitions, makes people more friendly, better looking (the opposite sex!).
Increase the dosage and things get quite different; people end up doing things that they would never do when sober.
BUT, I had to take care that none got really drunk.
The house was in a suburb of wealthy but not rich people. It had about 10 bedrooms, a large kitchen, a sumptuous
living room, a large spare room that could be used for many different things…, including hosting such a large crowd.
The living room doors as well as the spare room led into the nice garden. The center of the garden was crowned by
a swimming pool with some space for sitting.
It was a warm summer night, and the party was to be held outside since the weather was so good.
The 30 or so people easily found enough space for talk and drink and dine. They were not really dressed for
a garden party because the garden was not mentioned in the invitation. Most ladies wore long summer dresses
and the gents kind of business casual.
Now at a pool christening party you'd expect that things would get a little wet, so I was careful to
set my bar and serving tables up well clear of any flying water. Next to me was a guy called Frank.
He has installed his audio equipment and the place was flooded with contemporary music. People went dancing
by couple or single in groups and came back for drinks and food regularly. Everybody was in a good mood.
The party really rocked and the crowed frolicked around the pool getting steadily more and more pickled, until "splash",
the inevitable happened. The hostess was ceremoniously thrown into the pool, fully clothed, closely followed by the host
in his white summer suit.
"Aah, not with my boots, not my new boots," screamed the hostess, leaping straight out again.
She slid a pair of knee length leather boots off, poured the water out of them, carefully dried them with a towel
and put them safely away. Meanwhile her husband was splashing and singing in the pool.
Her calf length dress moulded her body nicely if not sexily. The long skirt glistened in the lamp light
and made her steps shorter. Barefoot, or did she wear hosiery, she jumped back into the pool.
Pretty soon half of the guests were being thrown into the pool, willingly or otherwise. That's what I call a party.
I had to concentration serving my drinks and not to stare at all the dripping wet ladies,
I had to concentrate not to stare at the dry girls and imaging how they would look when wet.
Most ladies wore rather longs skirts but some alternatives were spotted by my expert eyes.
Mostly the grown-up children and their friends wore less formal dresses. I also spotted a pair of
killing designer jeans together with red heels and a rich T-shirt. The pretty daughter of the house wore
a tight mini-dress and her friend kind of swinging knee-length skirt - but all three still dry.
I continued serving my drinks for people outside the water and people yelling for service while paddling.
When the hostess called for more champagne I quickly followed and brought the glass to her side. She said,
"please help me out"
I tried and felt head over in the pool amid laughter of all the swimmers. My body was flooded with water and emotions.
When I heard her voice,
"Fool, go out and serve my guests".
I quickly climbed out and did my job - in wet gear.
Continuously wet people was climbing out for some reason and jumping back in. I was in heaven observing all
the beautiful ladies in their wet finery. Suddenly I heard a ruckus and some shrieks and saw
how dripping wet men carried two of the remaining dry girls to the pool and shoved them into the water.
1-2-3 and they were in. There was only one dry girl left, the one with the swinging skirt.
When searching they came across my supporting partner Paula. A girl in her twenties wearing a short tight skirt,
white blouse over a D-size bra and an apron. Her job was serving food, that's why she stayed some yards behind.
Without mercy she was carried to the poolside, taken by her arms and feet and thrown in the water.
I caught a glimpse of white panties and felt a further growing erection.
Then the last girl reappeared, she has been simply on the toilets and made a phone call from a quite corner of the house.
With disbelief and large eyes she saw what has happening.
Bravely she stepped towards a small diving board and… people started to sing "jump-in".
Two more steps and she was out, did spring a bit and jumped into the inviting water. Her skirt has ballooned splendidly.
My eyes were wide open and I had to close my mouth.
Shortly later my Paula climbed out mesmerizing me with her wet white blouse over an inviting bosom and all the lovely
lingerie beneath.
Later all the people climbed out and proceeded a conga-line crossing the pool, everybody jumping back in and climbing
out on the other side and walking beneath a shower, somebody has turned on.
I could observe many guys feeling up the wet-clothed body of his women in front. How I would have loved to be one
of the guys touching that wet material over a beautiful body and let my hand glide everywhere (almost)
and having the wet hair several inches from my eyes smelling the humidity.
Or being the guy behind those tight wet jeans depicting a perfect wet bum. The line ended up with the whole
line making a big crowd with everybody holding onto each other. The crowed opened up by everybody being pushed
back in the water.
During this climbing out and jumping back in all the guys took off their jackets and shoes,
some undid their ties and some took of their dress pants now swimming in boxers or what ever.
Some of these underwear was filled very tightly… Of course some of the ladies followed their example
and peeled off their wet clothes, not all, just the long skirts, and enjoyed the warm night air in flimsy undies!
Flimsy wet underwear becomes transparent displaying a little bit more than planned.
The night turned out to be not quite so boring as we had both anticipated! A bunch of wealthy good looking women
with perfect dresses and underwear that their husbands' money could buy running around in a garden and swimming?
Hmm - there's got to be worse ways of spending an evening!
Slowly the party wound down and all the people left not before using a pile of towels to dry up a little before
climbing in the cars. Oh, how I love the view of girls winding water out of their skirts hem.
The last one to leave (except tom the hosting family) were Paula and me. We cleaned all the remaining stuff together
for being catered back in the afternoon. When all the things were done I said to her,
"Come on and let's jump in once again"
Which we did. Her skirt rode high up and again those white panties became visible for a moment.
I was too shy for advancing further. When we left, I took my bike and she her car and she gave me
a dripping wet kiss on my cheek and a wet hug I haven't forgotten for months.
That became my virtual image for many wet dreams during the next months.
PS: And believe me or not, only very little was added to the true story by the writer.
Julia, on the beach or at the beach
2014, by Bruno
Once my teacher asked me, what's the difference between "on the beach" or "at the beach"
This summer wasn't that good but last week finally we had two hot days. Julia and I have dated for several months
now and have lived some very wet adventures from the beginning. They were all accidentally or arranged from my side.
Anyhow today the forecast spoke about 33 degrees centigrade as we prepared for work.
We both work in an office, she in a steady customer contact and me in some back office.
That resulted in her wearing the typical business uniform (smile) consisting of a rather short dark skirt,
a white blouse and a jacket and hosiery, and me more casual in dress pants and a light colored shirt, tie and a jacket.
Hosiery in that heat is a pain, not in the air-conditioned office but while commuting.
For that reason she frequently chose stay-ups.
During the afternoon I got a short message (SMS) complaining about the heat and after
some back and forth we agreed on an evening on the lake side at a well known restaurant.
Unfortunately we didn't have a reservation and there was no space. So we got some sandwiches from a small shop
and went for a walk along the promenade.
We both were sweltering even after taking off our jackets and waking in the shade of some trees.
After just over a quarter hour of walking through narrow paths we found an empty bench and sat down.
The bench was behind bushes in the shadow and we had a nice view on the lake.
Pleasurably we ate the sandwiches, drank some beer from the bottle and watched the birds at the waterside.
The place was more deserted than we expected and we loosened up from work.
Impulsively, Julia stood up and walked to the waterline and stepped right in without even removing her heels.
"I have to cool down my feet", she said.
She saw that I was taken by surprise and gave me a big smile,
"Like what you see?"
I just nodded. She invited me to follow and I eagerly stood up and walked slowly into the water without taking off my leather shoes.
The immersion felt so lovely and I got the bottom of my pants wet, and my member started to grow.
So we stood there for a while while chatting. Suddenly she stepped further out into the water until she was mid-calf deep.
That's one of my favorite views of a gal, a real teaser, the waterline still below the hem of her skirt, asking the question
"Will she, or won't she".
Facing me she walked slowly backwards into deeper water, hitching up her skirt until her stay-ups were in full view.
Still she moved deeper. The water touched her bare thighs and she lifted her hem further displaying the bottom of
a pair of white panties.
My brain was going wild,
"How far will she go? Will she deliberately drench her business suit? Or is she just teasing me?"
I was taken out of my thinking by her simple words,
"Whoops! My panties are wet!"
Really the water level was up there and she had another grin on her face.
"That's refreshing", she said and stepped back towards the shore, pulled her skirt back down.
She almost looked immaculate until a small wet patch appeared on her skirt at crotch level,
the gusset of the wet had panties seeped through. When she noticed it, she placed her hands over that place,
pressing more water from the panties into the skirt, widening the spot slightly.
Again she waded out into the deep while lifting her skirt until her panties were again in the water.
She gently squealed and came back out, straightening her skirt again. Indeed, the wet patch was becoming larger.
Believe me, I was speechless. And hard.
Time was running in slow-motion - This time, as she slowly returned to the deep she kept her skirt in place,
and the waterline moved up her legs until the wet patch on her skirt surrendered the water. She didn't pause until
the water reached her waist and the skirt was drenched completely.
Her blouse still looked still immaculate, pristine white. Slowly she bent her knees and the water rose up her stomach.
Just before the water reached her bra, she stood up showing the wet blouse plastered to her waist. With another smile
she descended again, not pausing until the water had filled her bra and was up to her neck.
Slowly she stands up. Her full breasts supported by a lacy bra now in full view. The once white blouse was
now transparent and didn't hide a thing. Not only her lacy bra was on display but also her large nipples,
which stood to attention, either from the cool water or excitement.
Now I couldn't hold back and stepped out embracing her. Quickly the water flooded my pants and my stiff member became water
logged. When I reached her we toppled over and went straight under. When we reappeared on the surface,
her hairdo was ruined and she looked sexier than ever.
We had a hot fondle in the neck-deep water and she did not stop until I shot my load in her hands and she
was in heaven by my doings.
We arranged our clothes while climbing out and couldn't anything but laugh about our wet state.
Just as we left the water another couple passed our place and they looked rather bemused when we greeted them kindly,
but we were not asked anything. They just passed by.
We sat on the bench and dripped a bit dry until we left home. After walking about 30 minutes we reached the train
station and got some funny looks while riding home, some more curious, some pitiful. At home our clothes got another
wash down in the shower.
Bruno stays hot and dry at the fountain
2013, by Bruno
This story is from last year when I wasn't engaged. Anyhow, I had plenty of time hanging around and spying for wetlook,
or enjoying "single-wetlook". Anyway I had this amazing sight last summer.
In the city where I am working as a an office guy there is a large city fountain, with jets going up about 3 meters
from a pool (about 50 cm deep). There I was sitting on a bench in the shadow, having my lunch box at my side.
The sun was at the zenith and burred unmerciful down on the streets.
I was wearing my business shirt and pants, the tie and jacket I left in my office. It was an advantage of my bench
to get from time to time a light mist in the face. Enough to cool down but not enough to make me wet.
I was just taking the last bit of my sandwich when this young woman of about 25 came along. She was rather tall and
slim but well proportioned. She wore a simple, black dress, about knee length with no arms. She looked so pretty with
the sun brightening her lovely face, long hair and bust.
She walked along the gravel yard, alone, with out a word she stepped out into the pool, walked over to one of
the strong jets and had a nice shower. No drama, no screaming, just a shower.
The falling water immediately drenched her and the long black gown started glistening in the sun.
She moved her hands over her head, face and gown like having a shower. She was moving around slightly getting every thing wet.
One of her moves was maybe a bit too bold and the dress suddenly caught the jet and the full force of the water
pumped up her skirt for a second. That looked just great.
Then she exited, shook her head to get rid of some of the water, wrung out the hem of her skirt,
and from her bag she took out a new, dry dress. Pulled it over her head and removed her wet dress at the same time.
Then walked away, like nothing has happened.
The whole scene was less than a minute but contained all I was dreaming. What a fantastic girl!
It was definitely planned, but did she think about that fountain while she was buying the dress in her bag?
Or did she pack the bag at home? Or was it just a wicked idea.
But one thing for sure: No, I was not dreaming, and I took my shower back at home, I do not dare imagine
going back for work in a wet suit.
