2014, by Bruno
It was a hot sunny day after we'd had a large thunderstorm yesterday night. Julia and I decided to go for a bike ride. We had on shirts and shorts (mine shirt white with grey shorts and Julia's was red and white).
Now I didn't realize this at the time but the path that Julia had chosen had a lot of ups and downs, needless to say we got pretty hot riding along this path.
We finally came to a small creek running through the wooded section we were in at the time. We decided to rest for a bit and cool down.
We sat down by the water, with our biking shoes in the water (to cool our feet), and chatted about the ride. Julia mentioned how she had noticed that all the guys riding towards us could see into her open Polo-shirt neck (and of course, in this heat, she wan't wearing a bra for her young and firm C-sizlers).
I have had my own enjoyable look down there too (smile). I told her not to get to hot about that and splashed some water onto her legs. The next thing I knew, we were standing in the knee-deep water splashing water at each other like crazy kids.
In less than a minute, we were both soaked. Her now hard nipples stood out through the thin material of her red Polo.
Oh, oh let's see what kind of looks we get now on the ride home! Julia's white shorts had become completely soaked and transparent, and her blue bikini panties were clearly visible, and my grey shorts did not really cover my growing dick.
We both enjoyed each others view and indulged in some fondling but nothing more because this area was frequented by other bikers.
Needless to say, she did get a lot of smiles from the guys we met along the path home and I believe that some lady bikers enjoyed my fate. By the time we arrived home, the shirts were dry and we were very hot again. We didn't bother changing, we just ran and jumped straight into the shower. The cool water felt amazing when running through our clothing. We splashed and played and laughed about today's little wet adventure.
I think next time, we may ride our bikes down to the lake, that sounds like even more fun!
Bruno
2014, by Bruno
As I wrote in an earlier story, my new girlfriend is a natural wetlooker. I think that she even does not know that expression or that fetish as a fetish. We do not share a common flat but most time we stay together either at hers or mine. We both are working in two different offices in the centre of the town. She is a front woman wearing the typical business uniform (smile) consisting of a dark skirt, a white blouse, jacket and hosiery.
Usually I am home 10 minutes earlier than her. preparing some aperitif for her arrival.
Today it was raining cats and dogs and was lucky that we had both taken a large umbrellas in the morning, providing a nice shelter. Otherwise I would have taken the car to catch her at the bus stop.
So I was just opening the bottle, when I heard the door slam and Julia entered the floor. I hurried into the entrance to give her a hug welcome. The light wasn't turned on and I just hugged her and was quite surprised, she was thoroughly wet. Wet from head to toe.
her pumps were squelching when she moved, the skirt was tightly wrapped to her thighs, the jacket lay heavily on her shoulders and the hairdo was undone, water pouring down her face and making her make-up run.
What has happened, was very unspectacular. She had her large umbrella and was all protected on the way from the office to the bus station. When crossing a bridge over the central river, suddenly a gust of wind caught her umbrella and carried it away into the river. She hurried to the bus stop but was quite wet when sh got there.
During the bus ride she'd dried out a bit and got warm from the crowd of people around her. Then she tried to call me but I did not reply, maybe I was off attention?
What else could she do? She had found a chap walking the same way and was able to share his umbrella for a while. The problem with this umbrella was it's size, when it protected her face she got a stream of water running down her back.
Then the guy had to turn off to teh right leaving her followed the street unprotected. Within minutes she was drenched, her jacked had started to leak every where, starting with the shoulders, adding to the water that was running down her hair past her collar and seeping into her blouse and bra.
Now she is standing in the entrance and I was laughing loudly about her fate.
"That's not fair",
she shouted as she opened the main door and pulled me out into the rain. Willingly I obliged and immediately my socks were submerged and within seconds my light shirt was transparent and stuck to my body. She bore me around and danced like a little jester around me.
What would you have done? When I saw the full gutters I jokingly slipped and sat in the six inch deep water. My underwear was immediately flooded and I experienced a warm feeling. Soon I was pulling her arm until we were sat down next to each other.
I still remember her voice:
"I don't believe it, I'm soaked to the skin in my business suit, I don't believe it."
Nevertheless, after fooling around and getting even more drenched we returned to the house and removed our wet clothes in the hallway so as not to damage the living room floor.
What can I tell you? First she stepped out of her pumps displaying stockinged-feet, removing her jacket revealed two lovely globes with two protruding large nipples covered by a transparent blouse and a lacy bra with some embroidery.
When she took of the blouse, it was like taking off nothing and when she finally pulled the skirt down, which was very sticky, a kind of hosiery and an expensive pair of panties appeared. The panties matched the bra in color, lace, embroidery and wetness.
Opening the clasp of the bra and taking off those knickers was my task, then we entered the living room with the large lounge perfect for two lovers…
Bruno
2014, by Bruno
This story is dedicated to Siren, running that wonderful Story-page!
Julia and I are an active wetlook couple. Normally, we joke and laugh, as we go about our wetlook habit. Either one of us, or together, we are planning an activity and play it like a joke on the partner.
Recently I invited Julia to a formal dinner celebrating her birthday. Because it was a Monday not to many diners were present and so we had some privacy. with an empty table next to us. The candles were lit and we ordered a five course dinner with wine. I am pretty sure you are not very much interested in the menu.
For the main course we ordered a second bottle of French wine, and she got her present delivered by of of the waiters. Instead of her main course there was a gift package on her plate. A pair of ear rings that Julia immediately donned.
She looked so beautiful and innocent, lit by candles, in her white silk blouse and black pants. Then she made a move that surprised even me totally.
First she looked left and right and then at me with a very serious face. She made sure no one was looking before dumping a glass full of sparkling water down her blouse.
With cold eyes and a sultry expression, she asked me if I could finish the job. Quickly she took her black jacket over her shoulders covering her wet boobs. She took me completely off guard and all that I saw was a very flimsy something through a transparent blouse covering her lovely pair.
The ball was now in my court and I had to figure out what to do. It took me the whole main course to find my reply. Seriously, after the waiter has refilled the glass I took my glass of water and emptied into my shirt and my lap. Everything was well covered by the jacket I wore.
Lustfully she stared at me, took her glass and repeated her action, quickly opening her jacket and emptying the glass of water over her luscious breasts.
The waiter brought the dessert and I asked for the coffee and the bill which he duly brought.
Just before leaving I fixed her again, took my half full glass of water and said,
"It's a pity to waste this water", and emptied it again down my shirt. I was sitting in a real puddle now.
She relied, "You're right" and her bosom got its third drenching of the evening. Again she closed jacket quickly leaving me with my imagination.
Quickly we left the place, giggling like children, and took a taxi home. 20 minutes later, she was in a shower… me too.
Bruno
This little adventure I have brought down to paper some years ago but never published. I found it among others when cleaning and rearanging an old hard disk.
2001, by Bruno
This little adventure I have brought down to paper some years ago but never published. I found it among others when cleaning and rearanging an old hard disk.
In the late nineties I tried to make a little change in my life and entered a line dancing class. That was a good decision because of the many single ladies there. Not the sophisticated city girls, but the much more the natural country-girls.
They all looked hot in their tight jeans, boots and mostly checkered shirts, blouses or tight t-shirts.
During a party-evening I met Myrtha from the intermediate level and we dated for some time. Soon it became a strongly sexually orientated relationship, which I enjoyed for some time, but missed the true love. That's why we broke up. She showed me several practices that do not belong to that place and I was able to show her my craze for wetlook.
She admitted having had fun in the past. After a wet-T-shirt competition she attended some years ago she had sex with the manager without taking of her wet shirt.
Anyhow, last night Myrtha wore a tight leather mini dress coloured black, low leather boots and a fitted leather jacket. Beneath, I found out later, she wore a lovely black bodice. I wore jeans, cowboy boots and a t-shirt.
We went to a local bar and enjoyed a couple of beers and while talking with friends we had some raunchy ideas.
Secretly I persuaded Myrtha to go into the toilet and fill her shoes with water. Of course, then I had to go and fill my boots with water too. After a few minutes she left for a pee and returned 5 minutes later with a big grin. Her walk has changed slightly.
Did she or didn't she? She whispered in my ear, "feels strange and sexy, now it's your turn". In the gents there was a steady flow of people and it wasn't easy to find a time-slot long enough to first fill one boot and then the other. What I did instead was to fill one boot completely and then carry it into a cubicle. There I shared the water with the second boot.
It felt naughty slipping into the water filled boots and water went everywhere. Back among our friends we went on chatting. Myrtha went two more times to the toilet and each time came back with the same big grin on her face.
After the second time she whispered in my ear, "I had to refill my boots again - and you?"
Once wet we were both getting horny. We had a final quick beer and headed home were we had an indoor hot-tub I installed last year for my pleasure.
We both stepped straight in and completely soaked ourselves. Myrtha looked hot sitting on the brink fully clad in glistening black leather. Several times she submerged herself and sat back on the edge. When she sat opposite me, she opened her knees a little and I saw up into heaven while she smiled.
When she removed the jacket I felt like exploding. The wet black bodice and black leather mini looked very erotic and displayed her firm C-size well. My hands moved several times down to my jeans covered member to adjust the position.
After another dip she stepped over to me, loosened my jeans and took my cock in her hand. Then she took a breath and went down on my iron member. Two times she came up for air. It was a quick blow-job but tremendous.
Exhausted I took my jeans and t-shirt off and Myrtha stepped out of her leather-mini. Still wearing her short leather-boots and that lacy bodice we made passionate love on the edge of the tub.
2011, by Bruno
3 Years ago I was working for the local community on a managers level. The community was sponsoring a large dancing competition and had provided tickets for the management, me included. Even though I'm not a keen dancer I accepted. Soon I found out that this event was an extreme fashion show and I was wide eyed looking around at all those beautiful young women, made up to kill.
I could have fucked them all (in my imagination only).
Anyhow, all those long flowing dresses hooked me up and soon I started dreaming about what it would be like wetting such wonderful ball gowns, especially the snotty lady in all her finery.
I became a devoted observer that day, imaging each of the girls taking the water in one way or abother, but always in full gear, make-up and hair-do.
The next day during my normal work my thoughts were still somewhere on the dance floor. I had to do something. Maybe I should learn dancing, but how long does it take to become a champion.
One day I saw an advertisement by a lady selling her used super duper fany dancing dress for 200 Marks and as soon as I saw that it was not to small, not to small for me, I bought it.
With shaky fingers I unpacked it and hung it up in my bedroom. Two day later I decided that today was the day and slipped into that lovely floor length dress. Yes, it's true, I ended under the shower wetting that ball gown, wanking off like mad and had a super-dooper orgasm. Afterwards I rinsed the dress and hung it up to drip dry.
So when people who came to visit me used the bathroom I got some strange questions. When the girls returned and asked about that gown I would imagine them taking a dip while wearing that dress. Letcher!
This showering session had become a frequent event at my home until on day life brought a twist. When I was managing the sponsorshhip for the next year of the competition I had to contact many dancing clubs, visiting their training sessions and attending some competitions.
I became familiar with some people and being the (big) spender, some of the ladies saw their chances.
And I saw my chance!
I became friends with one of the ladies. Man was she a stunning! Blond hair and a nice frame with a lovely chest, hips and some bum. Not to much but just enough to be sexy. Being a dancer she had two of three of those gowns which she took to all competitions she participated in.
One day she stayed at my place and I had forgotten to remove my ballroom gown from the bathroom. Shit! She aske some uncomfortable questions and I was nailed down and had to tell her about my fascination with ballgowns and water.
Now it was out I felt ashamed, but she just laughed,
"Swimming in such a gown must be impossible, Did you really try it".
Ashamed I confessed to recently having taken a shower wearing it. Luckily she changed subject and had a pleasant evening.
Two month later she was participating on a competition and was selected for the final which she ultimately won. She was so giddy with excitement as we drank champagne to celebrate her victory. She hadn't changed as we finally headed towards our room. All of a sudden she whispered in my ear,
"I feel like doing something stupid, I see they have a pool on the top-floor, would you like to go swimming with me?"
I stammered "yes" and we took the list up to the top floor. Of course the entrance was closed. Shit!
I tried the next door, labelled "Technical Room". That door opened and we slipped through and found a second door leading to the pool room. The smooth pool surface layd in front of us, lit by the dimmed lamps. The surface was unbroken and the air smelled humid and of chlorine.
I was already hard seeing my girl standing next to the pool wearing such a full floor-length gown. She took me by the hand and led me to the stairs. She slipped off her dancing pumps, which made the gown seem even longer, now touching the ground.
Without hesitating she took the first step and the hem was immediately soaked.
"Are you going to join me?" she asked like a cat who had stolen the fish, as she took the next step.
I followed like in trance, still wearing my suit. Another two steps and we reached the bottom, where the water was about 80cm deep. The gown looked lovely as it spread around her as she played distractedly with the hem. Then she looked up and said
"Do you know, my panties are still dry?"
With a dry mouth I suggested that we should move over to the deep end. We set off and soon the water has engulfed our private parts. She took a few more steps toward the deep with the dress trailing behind her.
The water filled her cleavage and she started treading water. I asked her about swimming and with some difficulty she managed a few strokes. We stayed in the mid-deep water and became engaged in heavy petting and kissing and and I felt up every inch and every curve of her body through the wet dress.
During the kissing her head was dunked under and the hairdo became undone, framing her lovely face.
She was hot and ready, and me too, we wanted to do it, but not here. We sloshed out of the water and headed for our room leaving a soaking trail all the way. I took over and we had fantastic sex while she was still in her competition ball gown. All that wet material around us gave us a special kick.
When I woke up an hour later she was still in her wet dress and I in a wet white shirt. I felt a bit chilly and we quickly undressed and moved over to the second bed for a deep and satisfied sleep.
Later on her winner-dress was brought to the laundry service and has survived the special treatment.
Weeks later we had some more sessions but not with that gown. She suggested using my gown but she wanted me wearing that dress and she has soaped me all over while showering and again we had a wonderful night.
2001, by Bruno
For those who have not read earlier stories, Myrtha and I are in a sexual relationship. We met in a line-dance club. My "country girl" Myrtha and I decided on visiting one of the popular "Oktoberfest" being organized not only in Munich. There are many copies in other towns. It is always the same schema, Beer, Dirndls and Bavarian music.
For that reason she decided to rent herself a Dirndl dress and a pair of leather-shorts for me. The one with the large opening on the front side. On that day it was fun watching her squeezing in that dress. For presenting a full décolleté she decided on wearing a real "Mieder", a corsage pushing up her c-sizers. Further more she wore some hosiery (it is fresh in the evenings) and small leather boots, just covering her ankles.
I wore those short leather pants and braces together with a white shirt and kind of leather shoes.
We decided to take the public transport because of the drinking. Soon we were sitting on those benches with a crowd of like minded people drinking beer and singing along with the band. For those who do not know, beer is served in 1 liter glasses, called Mass, and carried along by waitresses wearing dirndls. Each of the carries easily 12 Glasses.
However those waitresses with this large dirndl décolleté are always subject of drunken men and jokes. We saw a guy trying to pour some beer down a waitresses cleavage, but only achieved a telling off… and… making me think!
How would Myrtha react if I tried emptying a glass down her cleavage?
The longer I thought about it the more I got hooked on the idea.
A lot of drinking means also a lot of pissing, and once I returned with my codpiece not properly shut by the two buttons. She saw it and made some raunchy comment. Those words coming out of that lovely mouth made me hornier and my best piece pressed against the codpiece.
When we got a new Mass each we cheered and took a big gulp. Some of the white foam ran down her chin onto her bosom , I became hot.
Laughing she wiped it off.
I said, "would you like me…" as I lifted my Mass near close to her bosom teasing her by tilting it slowly.
her reaction was not what I expected. She took my hand with the Mass and moved it away from her bosom with the words,
"Man you are to hot, you need a cooling down". She took my waistband and emptied my own glass down on my member. I was completely overrun by her reaction and just sat there in my puddle of beer and the whole crowd roaring.
I was petrified and not able to react.
She calmly ordered a new beer for me. In the meantime we heard rain pattering on the beer-tent. We didn't have an umbrella with us. Myrtha ordered some more beer. We couldn't hear the pattering anymore, so I went for a look and shoulted "Yes it has stopped raining".
We all decided to leave and moved towards the entrance door. There were still some stalls with shooting and food open.
Myrtha wanted to have some sausages so we stood near such a grill stall that had an awning. Just before it was our turn to order I saw my moment for revenge. I pulled a little on the side-tarpaulin and a huge amount of water, that had collected there, was freed, sooting directly into the face and down the cleavage of my Myrtha.
Of course I got some water my self. She wasn't aware of the situation and a loud shriek was to be heard, she looked like a drowned rat.
The water had not only washed away her hairdo and filled her décolleté but had also drenched the rest of her lovely dirndl.
Everybody was sorry about that happening and because nobody had seen me triggering the event we got her sausage for free. Calmly she ate her sausage before we sloshed home. When we tried to get a taxi they refused because of our state.
We thought it couldn't get much worse worse but it started raining raining just when we were crossing an empty park. So we got a second joint drenching by the downpour, much to my delight. Wet from head to toe we sat on a bench between the bushes and laughed about our fate. All of a sudden we were heavily kissing and her hands were in my wet pants and my hands in her soaked cleavage and below the drenched skirt.
Only the rain was a witness.
Next evening while drinking a glass of wine she confessed about two great things, first, pouring the beer into my pants, and later, the sudden impromptu rush of water into her cleavage, down her corsage and into her boots made her horny as hell.
2012, by Bruno
Maybe 20 Years ago I took some Holidays in Spain, the country of sun-fun-water and booze! There I met a gorgeous gal and guess what we enjoyed!
Sun-fun-water and booze - but wearing traditional swimming costumes.
Towards the end of the holidays we decided to join the barbecue of the hotel and settled around the pool for the evening. White tables. candles everywhere and well tanned and dressed, good humored people. Well it turned into an even greater evening with everyone, including me and my gal getting a little bit drunk.
After the meal, while partying the inevitable happened and people started going into the pool. Some were fully dressed and some stripped off some of their clothes before going in - if they were able to do so. And nobody complained once about being wet.
I was staring everywhere not to miss any of the action, clothing getting dunked or coming back out of the pool.
At first I had no intention of going in because I was young and inexperienced and my gal did not move.
Then she seemed to change her mind when we saw a girl come out of the pool with her white dress plastered to her young body and every male eye following her. Later on my gal told me that she certainly wouldn't have done anything sober as she was wearing a brand new white dress made from a fine cotton.
Under that she wore a pair of tiny white knickers and nothing else because she had a good tan and body.
On her feet was a pair of new summer-stilettos but she didn't even take those off, instead she climbed onto the low diving board and performed a graceful dive into the water. I must have looked horrified and elated at the same time.
She surfaced to see that she had the attention of every male, including me. Slowly she climbed out, with her dress plastered to her luscious body, with the water rushing from the hem of her skirt.
Brazenly she walked over to our table, me still open mouthed and perplexed, staring at those two breasts poking through the semi-transparent dress. She just took my hand and led me over to the pool for a common dive and swim… and fondle.
I was in a different world - me and her alone together dressed in a pool.
It didn't finish there as later on she decided to remove her dress. We found out that it wouldn't come off easily because it was stuck to her body. With gay abandon we ripped it straight up the front seam and chucked it into the pool to a great cheer from the other people present.
She retaliated by grabbing my shirt, either side of the buttons and ripping it apart, the buttons going everywhere. We dove back into the pool for more couple-action.
Needless to say we had a fantastic night on Majorca - and some more days of wet fun.
2012, by Bruno
This story is the succession of "My Best Pool Party on Majorca"
Maybe 20 Years ago I spent some Holidays in Spain, the country of sun-fun-water & booze! There I met a gorgeous gal and guess what we enjoyed! Yes I had the best ever pool party night ever.
I woke up slowly and felt a hot body in my arms. We were both naked. The events of last night came to mind, with all its happenings… and luckily also the name of my date, Phoebe.
She was from the English Midlands. From the position of the sun it must be late in the Morning. We stood up and dressed. Better, we tried to dress. We were in her room and the only clothes I had were a pair of wet briefs, my wet pants, socks and shoes.
I remembered that we had a wild time in the pool the night before and she had torn my shirt apart and thrown it in the pool, where it met her white dress. When leaving for her room I had forgotten about that shirt.
Anyway, she redressed in a pair of killing tight shorts made of an old pair of jeans together with a shirt she knotted over her belly. She made some comments about my wet trousers as we left for breakfast, or whatever remained.
When we passed the pool I could see my shirt still floating on the bottom together with some other articles. They haden't yet cleaned the pool properly.
Because my pants were already we I decided to retrieve my shirt. I immediately dived into the pool, went under and quickly grabbedg my shirt. Among the stuff I could see while under water were some T-shirts, at least one pair of more traditional knickers and two pairs of strings. So we weren't the only ones having fun that night!
When I came up, Phoebe was laughing loudly,
"You can't stay away from water, can you?".
I asked her to take my shirt so that I could climb out more easily. That's a classic! While she was taking hold of the shirt I grabbed her hand and with a quick movement she dove in. Someone nearby was applauding.
Snorting and laughing she came up and we had some banter. I had to retrieve my shirt again and brought up those knickers and asked,
"Are this yours?"
After some more banter and dunking we finally emerged. I let her climb out first and was greeted by her pert little butt in a glistening ball of jeans material. The water was running down her lovely legs, a sight that made me hard again so I had to cover my front with my shirt.
We squeezed the water out of our clothes and I slipped into my wet shirt, though some buttons were missing from yesterday's ripping.
Finally we headed for breakfast. We took our coffee outside in the sun for drip-dying our clothing a little. After a light breakfast we agreed to return to our rooms and meet later for a trip to the beach.
When I met her I felt my erection growing again, she hasn't changed. She still rore those faded cutoffs and her knotted blouse. I felt outdone in my swimming trunks. However I got a nice kiss from Phoebe and we sat on the deck chairs.
A while later she wanted to go for a swim and stood up.
"Are you going swimming like that," I asked?
"Yes", she replied with a winning smile. She removed her blouse, displaying a polka-dot bikini top and started to run towards the water. I quickly followed without taking of my shirt and we had a lovely swim and cuddle. I could not withstand feeling up her jeans clad ass.
Periodically we lay in the sun, had a swim or went for some drinks and food. She wore those wet jeans for the whole day. When the sun was at its highest she slipped back into her shirt for protection. How I loved that image of her bikini-top shining through.
Later we changed for diner headed for some cocktails. We met at the cocktail bar. I was dressed as always, pants and shirt, she wore a skin tight pair of jeans made from a light material together with a designer T-shirt.
When we came into the hall we were greeted by some people we'd met earlier on the holiday. We took a table together and had long discussions, with much joking and laughter. I forget their names. Because they were British I will call them Jack and Jill.
After diner we headed for the lounge and had some brandy or Cognac. We told each other stories, which we enjoyed and also touched on the previous day's pool party.
Jill told us that she hadn't been cautious enough when she went for a drink and as she passed the pool was intercepted by three guys. She couldn't count to three before she was held by her hands and knees and swung over the water.
She told how she was so stunned that she did even beg for pardon as she was mercilessly dumped into the pool. She found it quite an experience as the water soaked through her clothing and then swimming in clothes.
her short red skirt had risen up displaying her red panties. She had quickly swam over to the ladder and climbed out of the pool, though not without pulling the short skirt back in place and adjusting her white blouse. her red bra had been clearly visible and she told how lucky she felt that it was a nice lacy one, but not so flimsy as to be revealing.
This was when Jack noticed her. He slipped off his shoes and ran towards her and added to her embarrassment. During the subsequent hugging they both were pushed back into the warm water.
So we told our story and the word passed around until the undressing of wet pants and so on. We left the bar late and merry.
They turned right towards their bungalow and we went left. After about 100 yards we came across the children's pool and jokingly I said:
"The bath is ready"
Phoebe tilted her head upwards and with a stiff upper lip stepped straight forwards into the very warm water. How daring, how sexy I was hot and followed with anticipation.
The second step let the water rise from thighs to hips and she let out a sigh when the water touched her belly. Just seconds later we were engaged in a wild frenzy of dunking, frolicking and groping. Finally we decided for bed and sloshed quickly home, leaving a wet trail behind us.
Taking of her T-shirt and freeing her breasts from the lacy bra was easy. Removing those sexy tight jeans was a tale of force and laughter until finally we succeeded. Her wet white panties came off quickly and we had another fantastic night.
2012, by Bruno
This story is the succession of "My Best Pool Party on Majorca"
Maybe 20 Years ago I spent some Holidays in Spain, the country of sun-fun-water and booze!
There I met a gorgeous gal and guess what we enjoyed! Yes I had the best ever pool party night.
Once again I woke up in the arms of Phoebe and was greeted by the sun's rays. We got up and after breakfast we decided to go on a roundtrip by a motor-scooter. We rented one outside the hotel and were soon heading off to a small town with an old monastery.
We were impressed by the building and the old paintings on display. On our way to the next destination we passed a small beach with some people but not really crowded. We spotted a small beach bar selling the typical lunch of fried fish. We sat in the shadow and enjoyed a beer and the fish.
I could not take my eyes off Phoebe. Today she looked so hot in a pair of Capri-pants, blouse and sunglasses. Her hair was pined up. All of a sudden she stood up and said,
"Want to check out the water?".
She had taken of her shoes and was already walking over the hot sand towards the water line. Quickly I followed. Soon she was standing in ankle deep water with small waves washing up the beach. She moved a bit further until the hem of her pants was getting wet.
She observed my ogling and gave me a smile,
"Want to see some more?"
she said, moving further out. Slowly, as the water level rose up her legs my member rose in parallel. Then a small wave hit her crotch and she just said "oops"! and moved a little bit further in. The water was now up to her belt.
There she stood, perfectly dry from the waist up, sending me a smile and some yackety-yak in the almost hip deep water. All of a sudden she turned round and started walking back out. Her wet buttocks rose from the sea, glistening in the sun, her legs glistening promising in those beautiful blue Capri-pants.
Back on the sand I asked her, why she didn't go for a swim? and got the simple answer.
"I do not want to be all wet on the scooter, but I had to pee and those Spanish toilets are not my thing".
We went back for the scooter and sat on the heated up seats.
"Wet pants are really refreshing, don't you think so?"
The next stop on our list was a large garden with some Mediterranean species. While dismounting the scooter she rearranged her pants a bit and remarked that they were still moist. We went along some paths in that garden until we arrived at a central place with a fountain with a gusher. Not very big but very relaxing. The four benches on that square were already taken by some people. Some were lunching, some playing with their children and some reading books.
So we sat on the fountain's edge and discussed our next steps. Should we go to the sight-seeing point or visit an old village?
Suddenly a gust of wind caught the fountain and brought some refreshing water drops onto our backs. She didn't move and gave me a smile.
"Let's stay here, thats really refreshing and I am really hot".
Ten minutes later, when we stood up our backs were quite wet. I could clearly see the straps of a bra and speculated whether it was a bra or a bikini top. The water has been soaking into our pants too. I had to caress her back and gave her a cuddle and a deep kiss.
Forgot to say that we decided on the view-point and soon our scooter was milling upwards over some serpentines. The view up there was brilliant and we got some ice creme from a stand there. When we left we had to turn down all the curves. One of them gave us another great view of the view-point-peak. When we looked around we saw a deserted beach just 100 yards below. There was a narrow path. We took our water bottles and carefully walked down because we did not have the appropriate footwear.
The beach was deserted and sand was rather hot. Immediately we took of our shoes and moved towards the water, which was refreshing.
This time I decided to take her swimming and bravely moved out into deeper water. When I was up to my member she still stood in thigh deep water hesitating. I quickly went back and took her by the hand and started to walk into the deep. She was still reluctant and this reluctance made me horny.
Soon we had a banter and she fell head-long into the sea. Now the ice was broken and we wallowed in the shallow water like there is no tomorrow. When her blouse came open I was greated by a lovely lacy bra, not a cheap one, a lovely flimsy example, filled with two wonderful breasts. HOT!
Later we left the water exhausted we sat heavily on the dry sand. We were still gasping for air. However I was taken over by nature and we started kissing and wallowing in the sand and soon looked like a breaded schnitzel.
Again we went out into the sea washing off the sand. We tried to pull down our pants washing the sand out from all places. Then we redressed properly and refreshed we climbed up to our scooter. A kick and the engine started and we drove towards our hotel where we were expected for the last diner.
We returned the scooter and moved towards our rooms. Most people was already preparing for the diner so the walks were empty and I became daring. When we crossed one of the showers installed for the swimmers, I took her in my arms and pulled the trigger. Laughing she pulled away.
"It seems that you cannot get enough of water"
while my eyes were glued to the lacy bra shining through the wet blouse.
2012, by Bruno
This story is the succession of "My Best Pool Party on Majorca"
Maybe 20 Years ago I spent some Holidays in Spain, the country of sun-fun-water and booze!
There I met a gorgeous gal and guess what we enjoyed! Yes I had the best ever pool party night.
For dinner we dressed properly as the rules demanded. Me in long cotton pants and Phoebe in a short cotton dress that made me hot even when dry. We shared a table with Jack and Jill wwhom we met the previous night. After several glasses of wine Jill told us what they had done during the day.
They have taken as much of sun as possible by lying on the beach and chilling. When she asked about our doings Phoebe started to tell our story, not without going into some details you could read in my story called "The Last Day on Majorca".
Sometimes they interrupted by interjections or requesting some more details. Suddenly Jill bursted out and said:
"Next year you have to go to Ibiza, I will tell you how I got wet fully clothed there - and had fun. I got the impression that a wet dress has more influence to a man then flimsy underwear."
"Yes, last year I went to Ibiza on a last minute decision to have a great time. This was before I met Jack. When booking I found out that San Antonio looked great. Already during the first night the madness really took over and things got a bit out of hand.
On arriving at the hotel in Ibiza I dumped my baggage and went straight to the west end to party the night away without changing. I was wearing a nice white summer dress with some applications. While queuing up I met some other girls in a short time the doors opened.
Once inside I were greeted by heavy sound. After hours dancing the night away and drinking strange drinks with in quantities my friends and I were a little over the limit to say the least, so we had to go outside for fresh air.
Just outside was the sea. What happened next was only too predictable especially on Ibiza the mad party zone in the med. We decided on a swim to cool ourselves down and stepped on the beach. One girl asked,
"shall we go naked",
another replied, "No, I'm not going naked".
which started a discussion. At this very moment a couple was leaving the Disco. They crossed the beach and without hesitation continued out into the sea without undressing. We looked at each other and with a war-cry we all followed.
After a few steps we were knee-deep and some of the girls already had wet pants-legs, whereas others, like me, were still "dry" because of our high hem-lines. But this was changed rapidly by our friends splashing. So within a minute we were all swimming fully clothed and having fun.
Then we sloshed ashore and had a good laugh about each others state. Then we decided to re-enter the disco, nobody complained about our wet state. More to come, all of a sudden we realized that we were not the only wet ones.
After two more hours of partying we decided to leave again for the beach and another cooling down. Ten minutes later the disco was closing and a large group of people left the place and some came down to the beach for a cooling down. Some did it naked, some in their underwear and some like me in full party attire.
And so we continued having fun, joined by more girls as the night began to turn to day. With the rising light people started to leave, heading home.
The next day was even more extreme. The night-club I had chosen was near the main street, some hundred yards away from the sea. The music perfect and the heat was tollerable because of an open roof. Just one hour before closing they have turned on some waterspouts and all the dancers were drenched.
Some flew from the floor, I stayed. I wanted to enjoy the unique experience of having my party dress soaked. This time I wore an almost floor length number made of a chiffon-like material. It quickly became transparent and my sexy underwear was on full display, but nobody cared. We were all wet and lucky.
I repeated this adventure two more times because it was really good fun. The third time I wore pair of skintight jeans and attracted an admirer (he was a good dancer too) and we ended up having fun on the beach in the shadow of a fisherman's boat and later in his hotel room.
I still remember the next morning when I had to go back to my hotel. My skintight jeans were still wet and I was almost unable to get back into them. Then I was walking home in full daylight, with the sticky clothing, but on crazy Ibiza nobody gave it a damn.
When arriving back home they were still moist when unpacking my baggage. Moist full of remembrance to a tremendous vacation.
Phoebe has followed that story without interrupting. I felt the whole time her hand over my member, which was bursting, only held back by my briefs and thin white pants.
Enjoy, Bruno
2012, by Bruno
This story is the succession of "My Best Pool Party on Majorca"
Maybe 20 Years ago I spent some Holidays in Spain, the country of sun-fun-water & booze!
There I met a gorgeous gal and guess what we enjoyed! Yes I had the best ever pool party night.
As I told you, Phoebe had followed Jill's story telling without interrupting. I felt for the whole time her hand over my member, which was bursting, only held back by my briefs and pants.
All of a sudden she announced that she wanted to go to the bar and have a coffee. We moved from the dining room to the bar, which was outside. We crossed the pool area without incident and found four free seats in a corner.
The coffee was supplemented with a Metaxa and followed by some beers and drinks. Jill's holidays on Ibiza were not mentioned again. Next to the bar a band was playing and Phoebe and I with Jack and Jill were dancing to the different styles of music.
After another wild Rock 'n' Roll dance, with a lot of laughter and sweat, Phoebe told me how hot she was and that she needed to cool down.
Jill replied, "there's the pool, feel free!".
Phoebe wasn't sure how to react to this and avoided further discussion by announcing she was going to the "Ladies". She took her clutch bag and quickly moved to the loo. We three had a good laugh about Phoebe being a coward and so on.
One thing led to another and we decided to cool her down when she returned from the toilets. We created a real action plan. Coming from the toilets she would have to pass the pool just before reaching our seats. So we decided that Jack and Jill would stand in the background near the pool while I was supposed to sit there as a kind of lure.
As soon as we were on our positions, we saw Phoebe returning from the toilets. She looked so hot wearing that short white cotton dress. It displayed her tanned arms and legs to their best. Her strapy heels made her legs look even longer and her jewelry combined with the little silver-clutch made her appearance perfect.
The place was rather crowded and she had to circumvent several groups. Jack and Jill hissed to me:
"Do not look so obvious!"
What ever that meant to me? I tried to look calm and enjoyed her approach, and what we have planed.
Just when she passed the pool a small crowd of people got into some banter and got between Jack and Jill and Phoebe, who was now very near the brink. They were not able to bump into Phoebe as planned and she tried to circumvent the crowd.
Her Hand with the clutch gave clear sign to the crowd to let her pass, which they did, laughting. Phoebe turned around replaying the smile and got her heel caught in a small gutter and, in slow motion, with a muted open mouth and wide eyed, started falling backwards into the well litpool.
She made quite a splash and went completely under still clutching her small handbag. She tried instinctively to keep it dry, holding it above the water level.
She came up spluttering, hairdo glued to her face. She didn't know whether to laugh or cry. With one hand making swimming movements she arrived on the edge and immediately laid down her clutch.
The word of her plunge had made the rounds and people were watching what was happening in the pool. The atmosphere was infectious.
Now without her clutch she swam over to the ladder and climbed out. When her white, see through dress emerged from the water she got a "wow!" and some applause. The dress was dripping and her skimpy underwear was in plain view. The pool lights illuminated the whole fantasy.
Quickly she took the five steps, picking up her clutch and headed for the corner where we were seated. Jack, Jill and I were just standing there paralyzed. Just then one of the lads from the crowd involved asked:
"Everything fine? You seem to like swimming?"
and gave her a push, toppling her back into the water. This time she lost her handbag which quickly sank to the bottom. The offending guy was then attacked by colleagues and was sent into the pool. When loosing his balance he tried to get some hold and pulled one lady of the group into the drink with him.
She was of about 25 years old, raven haired and dressed in tight white pants and a colored blouse. She quickly swam over to Phoebe asking if everything was fine when we heard another splash and someone else was pushed in. Within a minute half of the crowd was swimming including me, Jack and Jill. The others stayed off the pool for their drinks.
Needless to say that we had a lot of fun in the water and my eyes caught some highlights. When the raven hairs girls did climb out I could clearly see that she was wearing kind of a Tanga not covering her glistening buttocks. Later I was able to see that she was braless and the colored blouse hid very little.
Another highlight for my eyes was the lady, about 40 years old, wearing a knee-length summer dress. She was taken by her group on arms and legs and swung several times over the water. Her skirt rode up displaying a slip and white panties before she was dumped into the well lit water.
I was glad that this wasn't far from me. Later she has passed by when swimming and she even exchanged some words with Phoebe about her unlucky splash and what has grown out of it.
That's when I got a deep glimpse of her magnificent décolleté, formed by a white bra with applications and two C-sizers.
A while later when we climbed out Phoebe asked about her clutch and we had to dive for it. We got it and we sat in on our table before opening it. What a disaster. Soaked paper handkerchiefs, lipsticks, eyelash, powder, a mirror, keys, some money and in the middle her iPhone (No, sorry, but there were no mobile phones in the nineties).
In the middle her little pocket agenda. We could save the agenda but it did look very wizened. Soon we forgot about that disaster and had some more wine. Slowly the pool party was winding down and we decided to leave for our bungalows.
Boisterously Phoebe announced:
"Today I am swimming home"
and jumped in with an elegant dive (legs nicely together and no panty view) followed by Jill and us two guys. On the other side we climbed out acting as though nothing has happened, walking towards our bungalows. When we shut the door I couldn't stop I had my fingers all over her dress and body and enjoyed a last wonderful night.
Yes we have exchanged addresses but other than some letters nothing did happen. No, there was no Facebook!
2012, by Bruno
This story is the succession of "Phoebe's and my last night on Majorca - by Bruno"
Maybe 20 Years ago I spent some Holidays in Spain, the country of sun-fun-water & booze!
There I met a gorgeous gal and guess what we enjoyed! Yes I had the best ever pool party night.
Today's program, after that wet night life, was breakfasting, packing, and leaving. You remember we were just a holiday-couple, living in different countries. Luckily our departure to the airport was the same, followed by different flights. Phoebe and I stood up late and headed for breakfast. We wore kind of sporty clothing.
When we crossed the bar and the pool we both had some memories about the previous night. We giggled like children when we mentioned that happening. Phoebe stated that she absolutely hadn't been keen on swimming in her white dress last night and that things really got out of hand. But she enjoyed the carefree situation afterwards and the hot ending in the bungalow.
Afterwards we went back to the bungalow and collected our wet things. The sun was already high in the sky and my damp pants did dry half through when I had to pack my luggage. Phoebe's summer dress was dry when she did her suit case.
For traveling we both decided on a pair of blue jeans, trainers and a T-shirt. For the unreliable whether in our home towns we put our jackets in our hand baggage.
It was noon when we both moved up from the rooms to the hotel lobby. We were still half an hour early and decided for a last drink in the bar. We put the suitcases in a corner and ordered the drinks. We exchanged addresses (no emails in the early 90s) and assured each other writing and so on, until we had to move to the bus.
She refused me taking her suit case and moved to the lobby. Do you remember, from the bar to the lobby we had to pass next to pool. Phoebe made a jokey remark about jumping in and her last words got stuck in her mouth because she had slipped on the wet floor and, you woun't believe, toppled into the pool.
Fully clothed and with her handbag over her shoulder. She quickly went under before emerging and clamouring.
"Damn, must this happen now, when I have to travel, shit" and some more she said.
I quickly moved to the brink and helped her out. No, she did not pull me into the pool. I took her handbag and poured the water carefully while she wrung her jeans and T-shirt. Suddenly she cried:
"where is my suit case?" Just that moment we saw her brown suitcase disappearing below the surface with some bubbles.
Being a cavalier, without hesitating, I jumped after her suitcase and carried it ashore. The suitcase was heavy, very heavy and I needed some support to get it out.
The disaster was almost complete. My crying Phoebe was sitting on a deck chair completely drenched in her travel outfit and all the spare clothes in the case were wet too. I had to solace her and make her move to the bus not to miss the transportation. Carefully I caressed her and spoke quitely to her.
Then she stood up and we headed for the bus. We both left a wet trail on the concrete. A third trail was made by her suitcase that was carried by a waiter. A permanent flow of water was emerging. When we entered the bus I helped her in and could not omit making a complement:
"You are looking so sexy" and with a smile she returned "and we have to go to the airport now."
She looked great in her glistening jeans and the semi transparent T-shirt displaying a dotted light bra that did not really cover up her nipples. The driver gave us some sheets to protect the seats and we left for the airport.
On the way to the airport I could not resist continuously touching her and the wet material. I think we both got a little hot.
Arriving on the airport we took the luggage and headed inside. First we did was opening her suit case and "admired" the mess. Then we took all the clothing out and wrung it to get it at least moist instead of sopping wet. I was turned on by wringing out her stuff, especially the wet dress from last night and the assorted sexy underwear I hadn't seen her wearing because we became friends after the first half of our holidays.
Then we checked the luggage in, not without getting funny looks about her damp ticket, and it took quite a discussion explaining why her stuff was 30kg instead of 20. We had to open the suit case to make them believe and to make them understand Phoebe's problem.
When it was done we had some thirty minutes left and were walking towards her gate when she took me by the hand, gave me a deep kiss and all of a sudden we were disappearing in the ladies room where her hands were all over my body. I just followed her example and started to pull the wet shirt over her head and kissing her nipples through the wet transparent bra.
Then I undid her jeans and with some work we had them off, at least one leg complettely. Her little white panties were still moist and molded lovely to her female genitals, that lovely slit, and I could not withstand it for long and we ad a wonderful quickie on the airport.
She whispered in my ears: "That's for not forgetting me!"
"How could I!"
We redressed and scurried to of the cubical, washed our hands and hurried for her gate. One further kiss and she has gone… and I had to go to my gate.
I slept on the aircraft and when I was woke up, it all seemed to have been a dream, a sweat wet dream. No, I wasn't dreaming, my pants were still moist near the seams.
When home I was so tiered I had to to bed early but not before taking a shower in my travel clothes and dreaming of Phoebe. I was in love.
2012, by Bruno
This story is the succession of "Phoebe's and my last morning on Majorca - by Bruno". I talked all about a fantastic time I had during some holidays in Spain, the country of sun-fun-water and booze!
There I met a gorgeous gal and guess what we enjoyed! Yes I had the best ever pool party night. Now I am back home and my gal Phoebe is far away!
So days went by and my thoughts turned frequently to England where my holiday-flirt Phoebe lives. At that time no emails, no SMS, just letters. I started writing a letter, a long letter telling about my feelings and how I missed her. That we'd had a great time and how hard it was splitting up on different flights.
What I didn't mention was that I have picked one of her soggy undies when we were wringing out her stuff. When I was taking my shower in the evening I did it always without undressing and having that frilly piece of clothing with me. So she was always present when I had my daily scrub.
Friday I received a letter with a British stamp and quickly I opened it and found a long letter from Phoebe. She explained me how she was touched from meeting me and having fun together. She indicated how funny it was getting wet together and how passionate we were afterwards.
Some lines later she told me what she did when arriving home.
She said that she went straight for the shower not taking off anything, so still in her trainers, blue jeans and a T-shirt. Then she took a piece of soap and started rubbing her clothes such that soon a lot of suds covered her up. Then she wrote that she has slid the soap down inside her jeans and pictured me in her thoughts.
All I could do that night was my clothed shower and the use of my soap all over my body. The next morning I have sent my letter and got one back next week.
After telling me how she is missing me, she became rather erotic. She wrote that she knows that I am addicted to wet clothes and that she did not really mind… and that she had a shower while wearing a red skirt last night. To make my lust bigger she wrote in details about the panties she wore together wit a matching bra, and more, she decided to wear her only garter belt together with nude stockings.
She wrote how sexy and wicked she felt when stepping in the cubical and letting the taps run. How the water ran down over her hair into the 'V' of her white blouse and down over her belly meeting the garter belt and finally her panties.
Here I took my member out and read the final lines. How she slipped her palms over the wet stockings, under her sticky wet red skirt, meeting her dripping panties. How she finally undressed under the running shower until only the stockings were left. How she wrung out every thing and hung it on the line. She ended with the words "I am missing you xxx".
That was the moment for my shower while wearing my daily work clothes.
We had a rather erotic letter exchange and kind of sexual life together when writing each other regularly. In one of the next letters I got she was writing me about a foam party taking place in a nearby town and that some of her girlfriends have asked her for coming with them.
I was so far away and she will have so much fun xxx
PS: I still own that flimsy piece of panties ;-))
2012, by Bruno
In the last letter she wrote to me about a foam party taking place in a nearby town and that some of her girlfriends have asked her for coming with them. In the last letter she wrote that she will go there together with her friends and hopefully have some fun there.
I have written back encouraging her participating. I have put only one small wish, that she has to report all the little details because I haven't been on a foam party myself.
Now, that magic weekend has happened and I was very nervous about all she will be enjoying without me. How wet will the foam be? What will he be wearing? How transparent will it go? How does the foam feel? And and and.
Today I got the letter dated Monday and I became nervous. I opened it and folded it back. I had the feeling of reading something very special. I wanted to celebrate it. I have donned my white pants and a summer shirt just after running the taps. I have put a large amount of liquid soap in it and made great suds. I have put a small table next to the tub, lighted a candle and put her letter there. Then I did slide in the tub soaking my clothing I was so excited when I started reading.
Dear Bruno,
On Saturday night I had a great experience. I was on my first foam party together with some friends. I was rather exited about that prospect and would have loved to have you with me. I wasn't sure how to dress. It was announced as a summer-end party and even bikinis were welcomed.
I decided finally for a wide knee length skirt and a coloured T-shirt. To complete I wore a leather belt and my ballerinas. When I met my friends they wore bluejeans (Paula), tight summer pants (Murielle), shorts (Lesley and Sue) and Mary wore a short black skirt together with black leggings.
So we took the bus to the neighbourhood town. Using the bus had the advantage of drinking was not permitted. There was small queue in front of the place and soon we were inside. We saw a small tent with foam flowing out and a bar, indoor was another bar and some disco space.
And just to the right of the foam-tent was kind of pool built from bales of straw and a large plastic sheet that was probably from a lory-cover.
We all steered straight to the indoor bar not without grabbing some foam outside the tent. It felt a bit sticky. Anyhow we had some beers and the mood rose and rose, together with the number of people being present. Then the DJ announced the Foam running.
We all decided for to test it and stood around the tent, some people were going inside and returning like snow-men while some others were only wading in the lower levels.
First to go wading were Lesley and Sue in their shorts, but all of us eventually followed suit. I am pretty sure that my naked legs were more fun for wading through the suds then wearing leggings. Soon we were pushing each other deeper and the shorts as well as my skirt became covered with foam.
While playing along I have tried to gather as much of foam under my skirt as I could before walking out of the area. It looked a bit like the skirts in the Rock'n'Roll movies. The feeling was very sexy and I went in and out of the foam-tent many times, as did my mates.
Then Paula became braver and positioned herself directly under the large spout and get a real load of foam. She looked like a yeti. Before I could react I was dragged by Lesley and Sue and placed under the spot and got a full load too.
Because I wore one of those low cut T-shirts I presemted a nice décolleté, that was soon filled with foam. Everything was moist and sticky. I waded out for fresh air, cleaning off bit. We all stepped towards the pool. Some people was already in the pool having fun. That reminded me to our pool party in Majorca.
Would YOU have pushed me in now? Sure?
However I got rid of most foam and hurried for a beer because the foam didn't taste that nice.
Next I observed how Paula, in her Jeans, was pushed over the bales and bobbed up in the pool. She stood up and after a second of shock and disbelief and started to splash the onlookers.
I was safe near the bar with my glass of beer. She looked fantastic in her glistening blue jeans and knotted blouse that displayed her D-size breasts, clearly supported by abra.
Mary with her short black skirt and black leggings curiously stepped near the pool and caught a lot of splashing. She looked down at her outfit, that was now glistening black and bravely stepped into the pool, completing her dousing by sitting down.
And just a few second later I observed how Lesley, in her shorts, was pushed over the bales. She sat heavy on the bails and defended her position but slowly was pushed backwards over the brink. She eventually lost and made a summersault when toppling in. She didn't really mind now and splashed all the others like mad.
I did like how her jeans-shorts looked on her pert figure. They seemed even tighter when wet. Her T was showing a pair of juggling tits because she newer wore a bra.
I have to finish now and will write again tomorrow about how the party went on. I hope you can wait another day to know if and how the party proceeded.
Kisses,
Phoebe xxx
I was so hot about all that description and has wished nothing more then to be there. Anyhow I had to come to a relieve and later went to bed. All my dreams turned around a foam party with Phoebe in the middle of it. When I woke up in the morning, I was till dressed in moist clothes. After a relishing shower I redressed for work.
2012, by Bruno
The next day I went home early after work to get her letter. My folks were still out but there was no letter from Phoebe in the letterbox. I was disappointed and did some work to make my brain work on something other than the question how did that party end? Did Phoebe dunk her dress or was she dunked or did she avoid getting wet. Whatever she did made me hot.
I was still dreaming about the first letter with the description of wading in foam with bare legs and stuffing foam below her skirts. How moist most it have been in her nether regions. I dreamed of that all night long.
The next day was passing quickly and soon I was home and again, no letter. I had to watch TV all the evening and even there was no dunking in sight.
The next evening was my lucky evening because I got a letter from her. Again I staged the same thing, full bath tub, suds the lot, a candle and Phoebe's letter.
Dear Bruno,
I am missing you. life is so boring without you. I am sure you have been longing for that letter but I wasn't able to write the next evening I had to work. However, do you remember where I stopped? Of course, you can reread the last letter.
I think that I left off where Lesley almost somersaulted into the pool and prooved that she was braless when standing up in the water. I wasn't sure what to do and hesitated for a moment, when I saw all my mates running for the foam tent where a good song was playing.
So I put down my empty glass and followed. We were dancing in hip-deep foam and the suds felt so nice between my legs. My panties must have been moist. Again we left and ran around the pool with some pushing and necking. Without anything happening we went to the bar for another beer and observed people going in and out of the pool.
Some wearing swimsuits, some undies, one guy nude and others more or less dressed. You would have liked the setup. Murielle in her white summer pants, Sue in her tight shorts and myself were still dry or let's say not wet. We were coaxed by the other being flies etc. but that didn' work for me.
When the evening proceeded, Murielle and Sue were heading back in the foam and came back rather foamy. Again they were washing it off near the pool when both were grabbed by some boys and shoved towards the brink. Murielle was first in and I had to admit that those panties below her wet pants were a sexy number, visible to everybody. Her light summer blouse wasn't that much better in hiding her bra. She didn't really care.
Sue on the other side was still dry, but was being dangled only a few inches above the waterline. The three guys ceremoniously played with her. Her bum went up and down several times until she got a first touch-down, then another and finally her compete bum was dunked.
On the last up and down her red shirt was dunked too and even her hair and face was under water for a second. Then they let her go. Her red shirt was even tighter when wet and didn't really show her bra but a wonderful bra-line and two "torpedoes".
I was consuming another beer in the meantime and didn't feel unlucky about staying dry because it's not the same without you, xxx. Then my 5 fiends came laughing back and mentioned my still dry state.
I could not count to three before I was lifted up and carried towards the pool. I wasn't sure whether to laugh, to shout or to cry, "Cry" for anticipation and pleasure that is. They didn't stop till we were there, but they didn't throw me in. They just kept me spreadeagled and Sue took kind of a bowl and started watering me.
Carefully my legs were washed, then my abdomen, my breasts and even my face was washed. Carefully, with broad grins, they rinsed my décolleté free of foam. My body went from hot to cold and back again with shivers. Every gush of water has sent a new wave through my body.
Finally they shoved me over the brink and all six of us had a giant water battle. We were heavily attacked by a boy group and some other girls in various outfits. Sorry for telling you, but guys wearing jeans in the water and no shirts look daring and hot!
From now we went several times back into the foam and then back into the pool for cleaning and water-battling. It was a perfect evening six girls, some beers and a lots of fun.
Later we left and walked back to the bus station, we were all wet through and through. It's funny that we were not hindered by our wet state during the dancing, but now while walking, our shoes were squelching and the tight wet pants felt really tight and clumsy.
When the bus came we entered at the rear door because of our wet state and sat down in the last two rows. When Murielle giggling whispered, "hey, the seat next to me is completely soaked" and we all giggled.
When we arrived in our town we all separated and went home. I had another ten minutes to walk when I had a call of nature because of the many beers. No toilets around.
"Fuck" I said,lifted my skirt a little and put my frets apart and a real gusher soaked my anyway wet panties. Forgive me, when drunk I am a little pig!
At home I quickly fell asleep and when I woke up I was still wearing my wet clothes. I stood up and quickly took the chance to rinse my clothe with hot water in the shower. That was another wonderful feeling, having the water running through the clothes. I should try it more often.
I hope you have enjoyed reading my sexy letter and my wish for you is now: Go into the shower just as you are dressed and have fun. But you have to dream about me and no other girl!
Love and kisses,
Phoebe xxx
I told her in my next letter that I was already in the tub dressed when reading that letter. I was wearing my best jeans, a shirt, socks and my loafers.
But I didn't tell her that I am still owning her flimsy piece of panties ;-))
2012, by Bruno
Dear Phoebe,
How I wished I could have been with you at that foam party. My eyes would have been on you like the sticky foam. We would have had even more fun together pushing each other into the foam and kissing and caressing in the suds.
When I got your letter I became so hard while reading and my pure lust forced me reading your letter lying in the tub, fully clothed of course. My little man was pushing hard against the wet fabric and I had to free him. I gave him a gentle rub while reading all the details about many girl entering the water in all kind of clothing. I shot my load all over my place when you were taken by your four limbs and watered by your lady friends.
You pissing into your foamy knickers did trigger a second load. I have never seen a girl doing that but the imagination of you doing that was incredible. How much I would have loved caressing your sticky body till a relaxing climax.
During last week I was watching TV, "funny Home Videos" and they were showing a girl trying to dance on a table. She was slightly drunk but did move very elegant in her very short skirt and matching T-shirt. The guys were ogling her down and she got into a heat moving wilder and wilder.
All of a sudden one heel broke and she lost her balance. Her friends tried catching her but were not very successful. At least they stopped the quick fall but… that's why I am telling this story, the table was next to a pool and all three guys and the girl stumbled into the water.
While the guys quickly moved out of the water arguing that it was her fault, she swum around laughing and encouraging the others to follow. Then she climbed out with her dripping skirt around her waist displaying a glimpse of white panties before she was pushed back.
She made a second attempt and grabbed for someone's hand. It must have been one of her friends. With a swift movement that gal was pulled in too. She was a sight, tight jeans, a white blouse, red stilettos and she had her little handbag over her shoulder.
But that was no issue, the two had some fun and climbed out later. The wet mini skirt looked again hot but the tight wet jeans together with the white blouse that was now really transparent was an attraction. Actually not the blouse but the rich decorated white bra underneath.
Then the Movie stopped. I was so much with you at that moment, when we were together in the hotel pool. How I wish you were here for a repeat performance.
This wasn't the complete letter, but I have cut out all the stuff about my doings during the last week etc…
During the coming week no more letters arrived and I had a weekend on my own.
I went browsing the net for any event and I got caught by a "closing party of a pool" in the neighbor town. They wrote about swimming in clothes. I decided going there and having fun. I am not a suit guy so I decided on my 501s together with a coloured shirt, loafers and no socks.
I wasn't sure about my excursion so I took a bag with me. Finally that bag did not contain any spare clothes except a towel and a pair of trunks in case I turned out to be the only dressed one. I arrived rather early in the afternoon and could not see a crowd so I went for a beer in a nearby bar.
Two beers later I passed the entrance and was positively surprised by the organized festivities. In the shallow pool were some large swimming toys and in the deep-water pool two rubber dinghies were afloat. Some life guards were around as well as safeguarding people. The DJ music was played near the changing rooms but only 50 meters from the pools. About 50 people were present and a steady flow from the entrance was visible, but no adults were dressed in the pool.
Some minors were in the pool in various kind of fancy dressing. It was still warm outside, about 20 Degrees. I wasn't keen being the first one in so I strolled around.
When a new group of older teenagers arrived they headed towards the pool and within 10 seconds the first was pushed in and the rest followed laughingly. They were mostly dressed in jeans and T-shirts.
Soon a second group arrived. They were partly dressed in jeans, but I could see a long, out-of-fashion dress and a long coat over jeans and boots. They must have known each other and within a short time they were dancing in the shallow water or swimming.
The girl in the coat even kept it for swimming and the girl in the out-of-fashion dress played hard until she was wading. The dress was trailing and soon she stumbled and felt in the shallows. From this moment she wasn't to be stopped. She climbed out wrung out and rearranged her clinging wet dress, and jumped back in.
I decided that it was now my time to enter the water. Bravely I stepped in still wearing my shoes. It wasn't that cold. I stepped in deeper and let the water rise over my legs and finally over my private parts. I was flooded with feelings and couldn't stop. I let myself fall back and dove under. I felt the water soaking through my dressing, wonderful.
I started swimming and began to relax. Some time later I heard the DJ announcing that it's time for the last swim of the year and he encouraged people for a swim.
After a short murmor the dry crowd started moving towards the pool. A short pause went through the crowd when the first were on the brink but then it happened. The front row jumped, climbed or were pushed in and within a minute I was surrounded by a large crowd of people swimming fully clothed.
There were still some shilly-shally's out of the water. Soon their colleagues climbed out and tried supporting them… I had a wonderful sight from my swimming position. I was five metres from the brink and witnessed some memorable dunkings of beautiful girls while fully clothed. Being reluctant was part of the game, making them more interesting to the guys.
I enjoyed the full program from girls being pushed to girls climbing the ladder and they all lost all their inhibitions once wet. A tremendous wet party has developed.
Later when the sun went down they closed down the event and me and many others had to leave. I didn't have a change so I was walking in my wet gear towards the door and I wasn't alone. Next to me were two girls in short skirts, bone-dry when a crowd of guys started talking to them.
"Hey you are dry, haven't been in the pool… Your obliged to go into the pool… and seconds later the two hopeless girls were carried back towards the pool. No one stopped them and, splash, they were in the water.
When climbing out the water was dripping from their hems and from the little bags they were carrying on their backs (probably for the change clothes). Soon they were arguing with the guys and the language changed to flirting and I couldn't help but think they must have enjoyed their spontaneous attraction.
What a Saturday! Shall I tell all that to my Phoebe?
2015 - by Bruno
Yes, we are couple frequently celebrating our wet fetish (or enjoyment) in various places, whenever it matches. Some times planned, sometimes expected and some times by surprise. This year we decided to celebrate New-Years Eve in a hotel in the Black Forrest of Germany
They offering a nice 3 night deal, including a celebration party, for a good price. We chose this hotel for many reasons, good food, not too far away and they have a nice wellness area including a heated pool.
We arrived December 30. It was snowing and we didn't have a pleasant trip. The supposedly one hour trip eventually took more then 2 hours. We were wearing our snow gear, including quilted pants, dawn jackets and heavy pullovers.
Because of the snow fall we had to mount the non-skid chains. When we finally arrived and checked in we were given a welcome drink with our keys. It was good to be there sitting in front of a chimney. The drink warmed us up.
When we have recovered we went outside again, took our baggage and were looking for the rooms. They were in the nearby guesthouse that includes the pool area. Our room was cosy and nice. There were 2 hours left till diner so we went on an exploratory trip.
We started with the main house and luckily we were still wearing the winter gear because we had to cross the road while cold winds were blowing. They showed us around all the rooms, including the dining room, and the festival room which was already decorated for the celebrations.
Then we headed back to the guest house. When entering the house we removed our snow boots to preserve the carpets and opened our down jackets. On the first floor were some closed rooms and the gym. We crossed the gym and finally we were standing in the swimming hall, which included a jacuzzi and a 25 x 45 foot pool.
Large windows at the front displayed a very snowy world. The hall was deserted. Julia crouched down by the pool to test the water and avowed that it must be 30 cent degrees! She looked tempting crouched only a foot away from the water, in not very common swimming attire. I almost could not resist, my mind was going haywire, but I did.
She stood up with a promising smile and said, "we will have nice weekend", before giving me a deep kiss.
The blood shot to my balls and I couldn't think further and with a bluff we both ended up in the water. It was amazing how long it took for the water to soak through the snow gear.
I was hot and my g/f looked hot, and was hot too. We had a friendly tussle in the warm water followed by more heavy kissing and fondling each others clothes.
Finally we hauled our soaking bodies out of the pool and headed into the shower room where we peeled out of our clothes, layer by layer. When we were down to our underwear we wrapped our heavy winter gear in some of the prepared towels.
Then we saw the bathrobes. Giggling we headed for our room, one floor upstairs. We stepped in our room and it only took me a few seconds to convince Julia to shower without removing her underwear, though it did come off while we were showering.
We were almost one hour late for dinner, but who cares.
Soon after diner and some drinks at the bar we returned to our room and hung up our wet winter clothes in the tiled bath room. Julia had this twinkly eyes again and said:
"Our winter gear looks very heavy, let's try putting it back on."
Still wearing her clothes from dinner she slipped the heavy wool pullover over her blouse and the quilted pants over her jeans from diner, then finally the jacket over everything. She gave me a smile like the cat who'd stolen the fish and stepped under the shower.
I could not resist and followed, still wearing my jeans and pullover, and my manhood was tested a second time. Exhausted we had a long deep sleep.
We woke to find that our winter gear still moist. We had to do something because it was cold outside, too cold for a walk. We had our breakfast and went to a shop and bought some more warm clothes, a heavy felt jacket together with warm long johns, not very erotic but warm.
These new clothes allowed us to follow the afternoon program, a sledge ride. This was followed by a five o'clock tea. Afterwards we went back in our room and prepared for the New-Years celebration.
Julia wore her black calf length dress with some valance that looked like a three layer skirt, together with some jewelry. I was wearing a dark suit, white shirt and festive tie. We took our new felt jackets to cross the streets and changed from the winter boots to patent leather shoes when we arrived.
We were ready for the night.
What will the night bring?
2015 - by Bruno
After Julia and I recovered from our unexpected swim while wearing full snow-wear as described in part 1, we went back in our room and prepared for the New-Years celebration. Julia wore her black calf length dress with some valance that looked like a three laver skirt over some sexy underwear together with some jewelry and a short jacket. I was wearing a dark suit, white shirt and festive tie.
She wrapped herself in the new felt-jacket (for crossing the street) and adjusted her lipstick before giving me another sexy kiss.
A cold wind was blowing when we stepped out in the icy night and the thin soles of our shoes didn't protect us from the frozen ground. But it was just a few steps until we reached the main house.
We left the felt jackets in the cloakroom and were soon talking away with people while having a first glass of sparkling wine. All the people was dressed nicely and a festive atmosphere developed. Soon we moved in the large hall and found our table and became familiar with three other couples sitting with us. After the first two courses there followed by some dancing, interrupted by the main course and more dancing until we reached after eleven.
We were hot from dancing together and were lucky to have other good dancers on our table so we could have a dance with a variety partners in-between. Finally we finished the sweets and ordered another glass of sparkling wine ready for the count-down, the midnight-kiss and the congratulations.
5-4-3-2-1-0 and we welcomed the new year with a deep, promising kiss.
Time flew by and at around two o'clock the music stopped playing. Some people left for their rooms while others header for the bar.
We didn't stay long in the bar because Julia was kissing me hot and hard and we left for our room. We took our felt coats and crossed the street. It was a beautiful sky with millions of stars blinking. Quickly we went back into the warmth of the guesthouse. I was about to open the room door I received another demanding kiss and was shoved further down the hall, towards the gym and pool room.
That was my Julia, a firey hot girl. The poolroom door was to openned using our room key. She threw off her felt-coat and she moved towards the water. The surface was like a mirror and we could see the moon through the large windows.
She whispered in my ear,
"How shall we celebrate the new year, just jump-in or walk down the stairs?"
I was gobsmacked for a second and before I could reply she was stood on the one meter diving board bouncing up and down elegantly. Believe me I got hard immediately! That view was terrific. Stilettos together with a cocktail dress on a diving board must be heaven. I reminded me to "La Notte" with Jeanne Moreau on the diving board when the rain started, but where Jeanne had chickened out Julia did not.
She jump in with a splash and quickly swam towards where I stood in a trance.
"Kiss me", she said when she was at the brink "Kiss me, I am so hot!"
I crouched down for a deep wet kiss and felt in heaven. Slowly she wrapped my tie around her hand and started pulling, pulling until I felt head over heals into the pool wearing my full attire.
I went deep under and she did not stopp kissing me until we popped up gasping for breath. I was in heaven, swimming in my full dress. Her hands were every where and I was turning with lust. In my wild lust I had my hands every where too.
Her lovely C-size breasts framed by that wet dress looked like the apple offered by Eve in paradise. My hands slid up her long legs, met her stocking tops and continued until they got to her love-box, covered by wet silk. Her hands were in my trousers massaging my manhood, my hands slipped under the silk panties and gave her a nice rub. We nearly exploded.
She turned around, holding the rails of the ladder and offered me her buttocks. I quickly undid my belt, pulled down her panties and… had the best orgasm of 2015.
Exhausted we hung around in the pool for another ten minutes before heading to our room. We climbed out, me admiring this wet dress clad girl mounting the pool ladder while all that water rushing out her dress fell straight onto my face.
We wrung the material a little to minimize the trails, took our jackets and snook back to our room. While is was entering the key we heard steps and were caught by another couple coming from the party.
"Oh-oh!"
I think that I got red a little when saying "hello".
They replied "sleep well" and passed. As we opened our door they stopped and asked, "Have you been in the pool, you are all wet? The heat rose in my head and I stammered "yes… we slipped…, "and…".
She just said to her partner
"Paul, I would like swimming into the new year too"!
He did not now how to reply and just followed his girl. And what did we do? Julia was first to recover and simply added, "Cool girl", will they really go for a swim"?
I proposed to follow and have a look.
Paul and his girl were standing in the pool room. He was glazing at the water while she stepped out of her shoes and turned her back to him.
"Paul, please, the zip".
Her dress slid to the ground and we were treated by pretty expensive underwear, in pristine white. A jazzy pair of panties and stay-ups covered by a hint of a slip and a pretty brassiere on top.
She did not even turn around watching Paul, she just stepped forward and was swallowed by the water. She was a good swimmer and laughingly swam some lengths. It took quite a while for Paul to strip down to his briefs and follow her example.
We decided meeting them and stepped into the pool-room and said "hello again" and followed their example for a second swim.
We were playing chicken in the shallows and I was able to have a good look at her wet underwear while enjoying the stockinged legs of Julia and her wet skirt rapped around my neck.
Soon we were returning to our room and felt into a deep sleep, but not before having had a second 2015 love-night still wearing most of the wet stuff. I personally love feeling the wet material on my body while having sex.
When we woke up we were still partly in our wet underwear. We hadn't make it into our pajamas.
We showered and headed for the breakfast. Paul and his wife Mary (what we found out) were already there on the nearby table. We greeted them and enjoyed our hangover breakfast. Soon we were chatting with Paul and Mary and they admitted having had their New Years party of their life. We just smiled knowlingly.
No, we did not go for another swim that morning. We left in the afternoon for our home, with a pile of wet clothing in our boot.
2015 - what a wet year!
by Bruno, 1995
I have just returned from a cruise in the Mediterranean Sea. Although I never got into the pool in my more formal party wear I did witness a couple of incidents I could only dream about. My intended swim never happened because during the nights all the pools were roped off for safety reasons. Very disappointing because I was desperate for a clothed swim, together with a pretty girl.
No, I did not want to go in the pool alone or in a male only company, I am a bit bashful in exposing myself. I was longing for a swim with a beautiful girl wearing her evening dress or party attire. Basically such a boat trip is fantastic because you are meeting new people every day.
I had several dates through those 10 days and had basically a lot of fun, but not in the pool. They all managed to stay dry while crossing the pool deck talking to me.
Still, there was one remarkable night when I had a great time with one of the girls after we moved to her room for "fun reasons". I was slightly disappointed when she sent me back to my cabin after tremendous sex. This moment bad fate, the next moment good luck.
While crossing the sun-deck I could not resist looking down to the deck below where one of the two well lighted main pools was visible. I was dreaming, it was three in the morning and the place was deserted.
There was a red air mattress floating in the pool. My dreams took me away when I heard some giggling, clearly slightly tipsy ladies voices and some men whispering. Two couples appeared in my view. They couldn't see me, I stood in the moon-shadow of the large chimney.
One of the girls in black pants whispered something to her lady friend, who was wearing a rather short black dress, and they started giggling. I couldn't understand it. Her finger was pointing the air-mattress.
Suddenly the girl wearing the dress stepped towards the pool, staggering a bit from the alcohol. My heart dropped. Will she step into the pool? Ignoring the heavy ropes, and not really hesitating, her black heels dove into the blue water and only seconds later she was up to the hem in the water.
She looked so daring. The underwater lamps lit the scene in apecial way. She turned around and made encouraging comments to her friends before going one step further. I was transfixed. She did it and submerged her lower region in the water.
Suddenly she realised that she was still holding her little clutch in one hand. She turned back and headed for the brink to pass it to her friends. Again she stepped towards the air mattress and caught it when she was hip-deep in the water. She climbs onto it getting completely wet in the process. Finally she was afloat and seemed to enjoy her show.
All of a sudden her fiend, wearing the black pants, stepped further as well and within seconds was drenched up to her hips. Quickly she grabbed the air mattress and turned it over. A real water battle developed with both girls being ducked several times. I saw heads emerging from the water with water running from their hair, long legs reaching out either clad by pants or nude and wet bodies engaged in fully clothed diving.
The laughter was a clear sign that all the horsing around was playful. Minutes later they emerged from the lighted pool and I was greeted by two drenched girls, maybe 8-9 yards away. The Moonlight combined with the security lighting was perfect to give me a good view to the glistening black dress and the glistening black pants together with a white blouse hiding very little.
The show seemed to be over when they proceeded forward to their rooms. I could see all the wet traces on the floor. When the girl in black pants passed the pool, she got a heavy push by her friend, "Now we are even". Among snorting and laughter the girl swam to the ladder and climbed back out still holding her little purse.
Laughing she opened the purse and emptied out the water. Soon they were on the other side of the deck, swallowed by the shadows.
Hypnotized, I went down to the pool deck and following the water traces, until I finally lost them in the long corridors. Churned up I hasted into my room and stepped under the shower, still wearing my nice pants and shirt for, relief.
Once a Life a Freshman
- by Bruno
In Germany Freshmen at school are usually not treated specially, at least not at my school. I have read so many stories about Freshmen getting weird treatment from punishing like getting doused while unaware. I always wondered how this must feel being the subject of a pool toss while properly dressed for going to school, then staying wet till the evening.
In the meantime I became forty years old and was rather successful in business. For my career I needed to improve my english considerably so I decided on a three month stay in an English speaking country. I chose Malta during the springtime, the warmth will give me a certain holiday feeling.
So I arrived on Malta in May 1995 and was pleased with the warmth. For financial reasons I stayed in a campus where I had a small bedroom room and shared the facilities and the living room with some others. We were about 8 newbies distributed in 5 or 6 shared apartments.
On the first school day we were invited to a welcome party on Tuesday. The Newbies were asked to bringing the wine and the others will bring the food and grill. We were about 40 people, slightly more women and the evening developed nicely. Because of the warm conditions we mostly wore shorts, summer-skirts and shirts.
To making a good first impression we newbies were rather overdressed in comparison to the others. After diner we were asked for positioning for a group photo what we did. First the whole bunch then the newbies. So we lined up in front of an old brick wall, the eight of us. On the right were some uses and on the left side a fence. We did some smile-trials.
What we didn't know was that they had prepared a little surprise for us. Just when preparing for another photo we found ourselves looking straight into a fire-hose under pressure. Within a second we were facing tons of water and there was no way out of that square except the direction where the fire hose was positioned.
I was totally dumbfounded and my mates too. We were squealing with the cold water hitting our clothed bodies and blustering about our clothes getting drenched. Then the hose stopped and we were welcomed by the crowd. I took a look at myself and then on the girls next to me. My shorts and briefs became a bit tighter than planned. About me those wet clothes presented interesting views.
There was a pair of skinny blue jeans, now dark, and glued to a young woman body, T-shirts that couldn't hide the fact that their wearers were going braless, transparent blouses revealing some lustful bras, a white summer dress transparent and glued to a 25 years old brunette, a micro mini and a long floating summer dress worn by a 40 years old MILF.
We had some more wine when some of the group decided it was "time for a swim", and we all headed to the pool just 200 yards away. When we arrived some of us being wet anyway, jumped straight in, the others were pushed and none of the residencies did care about their clothing and followed suit.
Forty fully dressed people in a pool was more than I have ever dreamed of. We had some fun playing around and I had more than one chance at touching the wet female clothes and gripping a wet woman's body. When we played the horse game with the ladies on our shoulders I got aroused feeling her wet stuff in my neck.
Later, after midnight the party ended and we all headed home while leaving traces.
I tell you, this was the wettest holiday I have ever experienced. During the next three month all of us ended up in the pool, more than once, while fully dressed, had a dip in the sea and experienced the weekly welcome of new freshmen.
The most memberable one was when just one single lady arrived. For her initiation we have checked out something different. We arranged a party and we constructed a throne for her, a throne that could be carried easily by two beams. Guess what happened.
After the meal we showed her around while she was sitting on her throne and when passing the pool she was dumped in.
She was about 30 years old, extremely good looking and well dressed. This evening she wore a white summer dress that fit really well her busty upper body and circling around her legs when she was spinning. Not only did the white dress become transparent when wet, showing her sexy underwear, but it also floated up nicely once in the water displaying long slender legs ending in tiny white panties.
Believe me I didn't wait long until I was in the water myself hiding a growing erection. She was my kind of a girl and I did signal this to her during the next week and was not disappointed. We had dinner together and a summer romance started.
When we celebrated the new freshman arriving next Tuesday she wore the very same dress and we ended up in the pool together after the freshmen were soaked. But there was a difference this time, I was in the pool with my g/f and we had some partner fun followed by a sneaking into her room and an incredible undressing session.
Later on she confessed that she had enjoyed her first dunking with me and she had noticed my aroused state and today she only wanted to complete her experience. This wasn't our last time getting wet together.
Unfortunately we lived far apart and the romance ended with her leaving one week prior to me. We celebrated that with a rehearsal, she wearing that beautiful white "swim-dress" and me some long white pants and a shirt, followed by some lustful sex while keeping on her wet dress.
I intended going back to Malta the following year but my plans were changed and I stayed "Once my Life a Freshman".
by Bruno, 2015
I really didn't plan on swimming this afternoon even if it was pretty warm outside. I had something better in mind. I went to an engagement party for a friend. It was held at the home of the bride's parents who had a beautiful sunroom where the 25 of us enjoyed a fantastic lunch.
I was seated next to Ellen, a friend of the Bride I hadn't met before. Quickly I was in a nice conversation and my day was saved. After lunch and several glasses of wine, the brother of the groom grabbed him in a fireman's lift and took him out the back door. We followed them around the side where they had a pool.
The groom was protesting loudly. I was surprised that he jumped in still carrying my friend the groom. The groom climbed out with his suit soaked and heavy but not really angry. He was in white shirt and pants all of which were totally clinging and see through. His shirt, a white thin cotton was plastered to him.
Ellen made some amused comments about cooling and chilling.
The groom went looking for his fiancée who I am sure now was going into the pool. Under heavy protests he hauled her towards the pool.
Ellen still next to me stood there astonished and open mounded, but he will not drop her in the water while wearing her pristine wedding dress? Groom and bride did some playful shoving, it almost looked like dancing.
While this was happening, the children of the brother wanted to go swimming too. They looked about 8 and 10. The brother told them to take off their shoes before jumping in which they did, still in their clothes as was their dad (dark trousers, light blue shirt which was also transparent).
A few minutes later the groom finally did jump in carrying his lady and then one thing led to another and others jumped in.
I went over to the pool edge and offered to help the groom out of the pool hoping that he would do exactly what he did do and pull me in. My linen pants and yellow shirt felt great. Laughingly I popped up. My shoes were a bit heavy but I took them off and just stayed in the pool cooling off.
Around me was a real mayhem. People was climbing out of the pool, jumping back in, fetching others standing near the pool and carrying them into the water regardless of their protests and clothing.
From the corner of one's eye I saw Ellen standing somewhat stranded in the back of the garden, avoiding being recognized. Finally she reached the sunroom.
The pool party around me was in full swing and we all had so much fun when my eyes were caught by four guys carrying something tossing and turning towards the pool. It was Ellen. Her long dress was wrapped high around her legs when they finally arrived at the edge. They took her on all fours and started swinging her for and back. I got hard (or harder?) about the prospect of her being thrown in.
I moved quickly in her direction. The she flew and for me it was like slow motion when she hit the water and went under for several seconds. When she popped up I was there grabbing her hand which she took eagerly, and gave her a big smile, "relax, stay calm".
Then I was greeted by her gleaming eyes and the fun started. We had some joyful banter together and her whirling dress was a joy to touch. During that play we came quite close and once we came up in a tight position. I could feel her breath, her whole body was pressed against me. I felt her breasts through my wet shirt and I am pretty sure she felt my pulsating member.
We stood there for an eternity when our lips met and we were kissing like there was no tomorrow. Our hands were every where. Her breasts felt so firm through the wet material and my hands sliding up her hosed, or stockinged, legs did arrive in heaven when touching her fanny through a pair of soaked panties.
The massage my member got while still encased in wet pants was heaven.
When the pool party cooled down we climbed out and had some more drinks, got some finger food and jumped back in the pool in several times before deciding to leave.
I was too drunk for driving, so we ordered a taxi and asked the guy to bring a blanked. Here we sat freshly felt in love on a blanked in the rear of a taxi.
What ever followed later on, the candles we lighted, the shower we took together, the undressing under the shower and my marveling look at her luscious body while in sheer wet underwear shall stay our secret.
Specially dedicated to Mike ;-)) from the wetlook forum ns to "Siren"!
2014, by Bruno
This was not my first cruise, but the first I made with my present g/f Britta. August is beautiful if you like it hot. Else you should go in late September. The second night of the cruise was a relatively formal night. They want you nicely dressed up.
Britta and I did not do the full dress up thing. However, I was wearing black slacks and a long-sleeve rose shirt and nice shoes. So, I looked formal enough. Britta did as most younger woman would have done, she wore a short dark dress.
Precisely it was a dark blue short silk dress with some fake jewelry and black heels. We had a pretty good diner and some fine wine when we left the air-conditioned restaurant and headed upstairs, outsides into the warmth. There was a deck party announced on two floors, including the pool deck.
The party was already in full swing. People dancing, drinking and chatting everywhere. Do the bells ring in your ears? Mine did already when I read the weekly program of that cruise, including today's outdoor (pool-) party and the farewell party on all decks of the last day.
Britta wasn't yet aware of my joy in swimming in my clothes. We'd had some fun in the shower while clothed and a midnight swim while wearing jeans and bra before but nothing public and nothing at all announced. It was late after mid-night and we were doing our late night walk along the upper decks of the ship gazing at the stars and some lights of other ships. I varied our paths so that at least one lap would take us by the second pool that was not part of the festivities.
In the dim light I could make out three people swimming, or at least sitting in the warm water and talking. This particular pool did have a path along the deeper part, only separated by a one foot high brink. I had already walked along this walkway once, but she didn't make any attempt to push me in, why should she?
This time, I playfully stepped on the edge, literally begging for her to push me in. She made an advance with a large grin and threatened throwing me in. When all of a sudden she stopped and whispered:
"Can you see, that girl is still wearing her dress in the water and the guys look like they are wearing their pants!"
I turned my head for looking at the others in the pool and replied:
"What's the problem?"
So, just as I thought that she might not give me what I wanted, she came up and gave me a big shove and I ended up in the pool, shoes, socks, pants, briefs and shirt. Rather warm water welcomed me and I went straight under. When I came up I heard her sexy laughing and some clapping from the onlookers.
I took swam around for a bit before I got out. I wanted to embarrass her in my wet clothes but Britta pushed me back in again. Giggling she said,
"It can't be that cold".
I dared here to come and join me. Now, as much as I love the water and wet clothes, Britta did not now about my passion and she wore a pretty nice dress. And it looked even nicer from my frog perspective, those long brown legs stuck in black heels running up a long way until they disappear below the hem.
But, to my surprise, and joy, she took off her shoes and jumped into the pool in her sexy black dress and underwear. She got some applause from my co-swimmers and a deep never ending kiss from me. We swam to the opposite corner and our hands started wandering everywhere.
Did you ever feel the bra outlines through a thin wet dress, touch full breasts through wet material and kiss those hard nipples when wetly-clad? I did!
Have your hands ever wandered below a floating dress and touched her "heaven" through soaking panties? I have!
Were you ever fondled while swimming, fondled through wet pants and had you ever had a girl's hands in your wet pants while swimming? I have!
After an eternity the others left the pool "since hours" a security guard came walking by the pool. I fully expected them to tell us off and to leave the pool area immediately. Instead they smiled at us and then kept waking. Nice!
However, the water becoming chilly, we got out, me sloshing in my shoes and pants (my shirt had been taken of by her) and she in her dark dress and heels in her hands, both of us dripping, we quickly retired to our cabin,leaving long wet trails.
What an evening to remember. This was a great cruise night, and it was only day two!