by Bruno, 2012, in France
This year I have spent my summer holidays in France. Next to the incredible weather with 35 degrees during the day, blue sky and 28 Degrees warm water there was another attraction I was longing for. My tour guide said that there is a place for dancing in Antibes with a pool integrated into the concept, and that the pool has a special shallow area for dancing.
I only needed a female partner to come with me for partying. I was flirting around during the first days and soon met an American girl called Linda. Actually she was named Belinda, an Italian name and from there her parents originated.
She was dark haired with almond shaped eyes and a frame with nice curves, neither slim nor chubby at all. She was always in a good mood, from the morning till late. I had my lucky day when we bumped into each other while besieging the morning buffet in the hotel. Her smile was cracking and soon we were in conversation until she headed to her room.
We met again the next morning and I have put together all my guts and finally asked for a date. She replied with a smile "Cool, of course. What will we be doing?"
I told her about an evening out and has mentioned that night club. She didn't know it and agreed. for the next day. We met at eight and headed for some food in a restaurant down town. She looked stunning in her short white dress and heels. The dress showed a nice cleavage that was decorated with some necklaces. She wore her long dark hair in a pony tail.
Walking a step behind I was able to catch her pert derriere wiggling with every step. When we arrived we had to wait a few minutes for a table and we took our first drink. We both took some frech steaks and salad for meal. Over soon we were in interesting discussions and I was lost in her dark almond eyes. At eleven we left the restaurant and crossed a few streets for arriving in the night club.
The queue was about 5 minutes and we did not have a problem during the security check. Inside we were amazed by the wide outdoor space around a blue lighted pool. We found some seats about 10 meters from the water line. I positioned myself to have a good view of the the water in case anything was developing.
We did some dancing on the dry floor and had fun together. Soon there were some girls dancing and splashing in the shallow water while wearing swimming attire or short dressing but nobody got really wet. Two more guys in Bermuda shorts stepped towards the wet floor. They slipped of their sandals and stepped in. They seemed to have a lot of fun (comment of my date Linda) until one did slip and felt down in the knee-deep water.
He was waving his hands in panic grabbing for some grip and grabbed the handbag of a dancing girl who also lost her balance and went right under, floral print summer dress with belt and handbag.
Even half of her hairdo went under. She stood up unbelieving and was using some nasty words. When she stepped out, her dress was glued to her slim body. My eyes were glued to her tasteful and sexy underwear on display through the transparent dress.
Within a second I remembered that I was on a date and with red ears, turned my head away from the happening. She just mentioned, "poor girl will have to stay wet the whole evening, but at least sho does not sweat anymore."
Out from the corner of my eyes I saw that the guy begged her for a pardon and within a short time she was dancing in the shallows again. Again we were on the dance floor and when we returned we saw several girls in sexy dresses that clung to their bodies going deeper and ending up totally soaked and swimming!
"Looks like fun", Linda exclaimed.
With a dry mouth I just nodded and stammered a "yes".
We had another drink on our table while the music was softer. When the music became more rhythmic, Linda asked for dancing and willingly I obliged. But she stepped in the wrong direction! She advanced towards the pool and stepped in without taking her heels off.
I followed like in a trance while wearing my loafers and long pants. The water came up to my knees but didn't even touch the hem of her white dress. She laughed about my fate. We made some brave dance movements and it was fun.
Some splashes did reach her hem but that's all. When we left the pool she commented about the refreshing and about a trying it again. Ten minutes later we headed towards the shallows again for some more dancing. Because of more people hanging around in the water we had to enter the pool further along.
Bravely she stepped in and I followed her leading hand. She lost her balance and with a shriek she stepped back into hip-deep water, and I was sitting next to her, up to my neck in the refreshing pool.
She hadn't noticed that the shallows gradually went to the deep. After a second of shock and disbelief she started laughing. She was quite amused about my complete dunking and I couldn't resist, splashing her dress until it was wet and transparent.
Laughing she turned around letting me complete her back. Her very sexy and sheer bra appeared and when he got soaked too, her beautiful nipples came into display, not only into display but also to attention. Linda said the water felt so good on her tired feet and did cool them off perfectly but that wasn't enough, she took some more steps and she ended up in the deep, swimming in her white dress and heels! Boy was I aroused!
We swum fully dressed under the flashing lights of a nightclub with excellent sound treating our ears and ended up kissing without thinking of tomorrow. We both had the hands lost every where as long as outside the wet clothes until we left.
Yes, we ended the night having fun while she still wearing the most of her wet clothing, even the heels… followed by a second session under the shower with undressing, then waking up the following morning next to a beautiful woman.
We were in my room, so she took some of my jeans and a shirt and rushed to her room for dry clothes. We stayed for three more days until she had to leave but didn't want me to keep the relationship, I was a four-night-stand.
What a holiday to remember!
- by Bruno, 2001
Can't quite believe it but went out today and got wet outdoors. Had planned to get down to the lake but never got there. I have donned ordinary clothing. Anyway started walking along the path and got to a stream. Just dipped my casual shoes in to see how the water was and carried on further.
A bit further down the stream was deeper. I planned to just go ankle deep. What I didn't plan for was when I stepped in I slipped and went into the water. I quickly got up but my jeans were quite wet. I continued walking and passed a few walkers who didn't say anything. I walked on and passed another part of stream. I headed on further but no sign of the lake.
I headed back to the deeper part of the stream. I left the path and headed for the edge. I waded in and the water was halfway to my knees. I waded back, left my bag, valuables, coat and jumper on the edge and waded back in. There was a small waterfall at the end and I sat on top of it letting the water rush through my jeans.
The stream after the waterfall was bathtub deep and I sat down. I couldn't believe what I was doing but now only the top half of me was dry. I quickly soaked my shirt before wading back and forth.
Then I heard a female voice and blushed:
"How is the water"?
I was stammering but the lady laughed:
"It's OK bathing in Jeans I do it myself some times."
I went red to the ears! Then I saw her dog jumping in the water and approaching me. It was a lovely mongrel, very playful with me. After several minutes of playing with the dog, I heard her voice again:
"It's not fair, you are having all the fun alone"
I watched as her low leather boots moved towards the shore and quickly filled with water. A smile run over her face and she commented:
"nice temperature".
The water rose to her knees when she returned back to the dry and emptied her pockets and quickly stepped back in. The water rose steadily together with my excitement. Soon she was next to me and the water had just reached her panties when she lay down submerging her long arm shirt encasing her breasts.
I still felt like dreaming. She was talking as casually as if in a dry estate. We both concentrated on playing with the dog and I cannot deny that I very much enjoyed her wet state, the rear side when bending down and stretching the jeans over her pert ass, displaying thin panty-lines and when facing me the two C-cuppers poking proudly through a bra and shirt.
Maybe half an hour later we sat on a nearby stone, drying off a bit, and kept on talking. I remarked about a ring on her finger and kept my passion of wetlook secret. Another half hour later she left still wet.
I had prepared some spare clothing in a plastic bag - I didn't change, I followed her example and walked back. Still can't believe i did it. I did that trail and the wetting several times more (without spare clothes) but never met her again.
A Hack To Lake Balaton
- by Bruno, 2015
This story is dated from the eighties when Hungary was still behind the iron curtain. I have been there for several summers, mostly for horse riding. Hungary is known for well-trained horses and lovely hacks. I have been there a single always; because horse riding is preferred by ladies, lovely ladies, and as a good looking guy you are part of an interesting minority.
This year I stayed near the Balaton, the big fresh water lake in the heart of Hungary. Today there was an 8-hour ride planned, together with a barbecue on the shore. We were a group of eight, 2 men, 5 girls and a female guide.
It was hot as it is usually in Hungary during summer and I was wearing a light pair of riding pants, riding boots, T-shirt and a protective cap. We had a fantastic time galloping over wide fields, crossing woods and following a small path through the wilderness.
There was only one stop planned with some drinking for horse and riders. When we finally arrived near the lake we stopped on a wide meadow ending on the waters edge (near Balatonfüret). The horses smelled the water and quickly stepped in to drink. Some went a few steps deeper but remained far below the riders' boots.
When they were finished drinking we got out of the water. Quickly we jumped off the horses, took off the saddlery and stretched our bones. Soon we were sitting in the shadows drinking some beer while some Hungarian guys prepared lunch.
The talk was about the ride when one lady mentioned how special it felt when we were riding into the lake and her boots touched the water. One word gave the other and the guide offered that we could take our horses back to the water again, this time without saddlery we could go as far as we dared.
Within minutes, we have taken off our boots and were back on the horses bare backs. None of us had swimming attire so we all stayed in our riding pants and shirts. We did not know how it would end, but the horses quickly entered the water up to their bellies, but no further.
We were teasing each other about not going further. We were all driving the horses with our legs, but little happened. A pair of wet feet and some wet borders of the jodhpurs and a lot of laughter.
Then our guide took her horse and easily drove it much deeper, at least up to the mid-belly of the horse. Now the others followed and amid squeals most legs got wet beyond the knees. The guide had her legs crossed on the back of her horse. We were trying to do likewise when one lady slipped and hit the water with a cry.
Quickly she surfaced and stood in the breast deep water and looked down and laughed loudly:
"It's refreshing!".
We were focused on our horses when our guide stood up on her horse's back and let him go deeper unti the water washed over her feet. All our horses followed and within seconds the water level rose up our legs until our lower parts were swamped.
What a feeling and what a sight, 3 ladies sitting upright on their horses backs, with their privacy dunked. All their giggling made me hard and I was lucky to be wearing pants.
It was just a matter of time until we all were swimming with our horses, not giving the wet clothes a damn, except our guide. So we were climbing back on our moving and swimming horses and falling back in. When one was successful, the others were chasing him/her until he/she was back in the cool water.
I was enjoying many good glimpses of bras and nipples poking through the wet blouses or T-shirts. Maybe ten minutes later we were called for lunch and we all sloshed out in our wet gear. Our guide jumped off her horse's back, still fully dry.
I would have loved to see her jeans-like riding-pants wet, stretched glistening over her little ass. Our group, what a sight, two girls in off-white jodhpurs were displaying their panties and bras because they had selected white T-shirts while the other two were more fortune because of darker riding gear and blouses.
And have you ever seen a white blouse over a black bra worn by a beautiful girl with tanned skin - while wet! Yes, I did and it did something on me! Yes, I was ogled up too because of my light riding pants not hiding my bulge very well.
After squeezing some of the water out of our clothes, we sat on the long lakeside and enjoyed a barbecue.
Then we ventured out into the sun and tried to dry off. Some removed their jodhpurs and blouses and lay in the sun, giving me a lovely view their bras and panties.
Still little damp, we had to re-dress and slip back into our boots, which became a special task with damp legs.
The way home was special, not because of the selected path but sitting on a saddle in damp attire is slightly different, your ass does not nicely slide when trotting. The hot sun and the dry wind did their best and when arriving home we were all completely dry.
We served our horses and ended in the restaurant for the usually complete dinner together with some Hungarian wine that stimulates the tongue and the heart.
Here I will tell you that I had a crack on the dark haired girl called Ilona from Budapest. She had a rather slender frame with B+ alike looking boobs that had been very sexily poking through while swimming in her white blouse and black bra.
Some drinks later we were sitting next to each other and our legs were contacting and our hands were active below the table. Touching her Blue jeans below the table felt so sexy and she retaliated by following my example.
Much later we all headed towards our rooms. For that reason, we had to cross the farmyard. Ilona and I stayed a bit behind the others that were aware of our coming together. However, we started a heavy kissing while down on the farmyard and moved only slowly towards the dorm.
We were lost in our kisses when we all of a sudden stumbled over something and felt. No, we did not fall to ground because we were stumbling over the horse trough which was made out of a tree trunk. I felt my booty drenched and her voice squeaking but did not stop kissing.
I managed to bring her closer such that she lay on top of me in the cold water. What a day. My hands kept exploring all her private parts through the wet material and soon she followed my example and her hands were in my wet pants and made me happy.
Finally, we decided to head into my room and finish what we begun without wet jeans hindering. While climbing the stairs, my eyes were glued to the wet jeans covering her derriere and later in the room I admired her wet bra when taking off her blouse. The two nipples poking through the bra became my favourite target for endearment.
The picture wouldn't be complete if I did not mention her jazzy little panties, which were revealed when we finally took off her wet jeans. White wet panties, how innocent - and a shadow of a nicely trimmed pubes.
1990 by Bruno
It was one of those wonderful warm summer days. I was invited to a Sunday grill at my girlfriend's place. She lived with her parents in a nice house with garden. I have been there two or three times and from that I knew about her pool.
However I dressed for the event with a pair of light khaki pants together with a nice shirt and marine loafers. It wasn't a real big party but when her family is complete we are a dozen. Today we are only two or three couples, including her parents.
When we arrived there was a king-size air mattress floating in the pool.
The guys were drinking beer while the girls prepared some lunch. While firing the barbecue oven with wood we got some funny ideas and finally I decided that I would like lounging on the air mattress - dry.
I got the mattress over to the side and lowered myself onto it. I didn't bother taking off anything. Under the cheering of the male companions I finally was afloat - dry. When the girls came out my girlfriend was asked about joining me.
She did not seem really keen joining me but the group pressure and my still dry clothing let her change her mind. I paddled near the ladder and she slowly stepped out on the mattress, one foot first. She has lovely feet with red painted nails and together with the faded blue jeans they looked even better.
Finally she managed to get both legs on the floating device and shifted her weight over. Yes, she was on board and we seemed dry. Slowly she moved her body for sitting next to me.
Then I felt it. A small trickle of water found its way to the lowest part of the mattress, where I was lying. It was a great feeling the water slowly soaking my butt without anybody remarking on the damage. Slowly my butt and back of my shirt and pants got wet while the rest of me stayed dry. All of a sudden my girlfriend shrieked:
"I am getting wet"
Of course the trickle has reached her butt as well. Her hasty movement shifted the balance and more water rushed in.
We were both sitting on that floating air mattress with soaking wet lower parts. We paddled to the ladder where she tried stepping off. With a quick movement she got the handle, swung her foot on the steps and was safe. Her hasty movement made the mattress dance and when she looked around I flipped over and went into the pool.
When I climbed out everything was totally see through and clinging. I felt great and she liked it too. The hard part was trying not to get hard which luckily I was successful at.
I got new beer and just when I wanted to jump back, the meat was called ready. So we sat around the table, me dripping wet, my girlfriend with a wet butt and legs wet half way down. Soon the grill was empty and our stomachs full.
I decided on a drift on the mattress and was soon lying there soaking in the sun. I hadn't been resting five minutes when I heard a commotion and saw my girlfriend being forced towards the pool. Her voice told me that she was not sure whether it's fun or not. Then I was asked if wanted her with me. I just nodded and my g/f was pushed into the pool.
Grumbling she swum out to the mattress and tried climbing onto it. Her tight wet jeans glistened in the sun and I could not resist touching them. Her printed blouse wasn't hiding her bra properly and with a bit of imagination her nipples were into attention.
Some kissing from my side brought back her humour and we decided to get the others into the pool as well.
Her sister, wearing cut-offs was an easy target and did not really resist getting a soaking. Once in the water, her boyfriend followed suit.
Now we were four wet people chasing my mother-in-law through the garden and we finally caught her in a corner. Mercilessly she was carried to the waters edge and her summer dress surrendered to the cooling water. She seemed quite lucky about wearing a slip below that reduced the display of her underwear, that was never the less sexy too.
I spent the rest of the afternoon in and out of the pool enjoying the heat and the cooling, together with the sight of 3 females following my example. None of removed an item.
2013, by Bruno
With this story I want to say thank you to Siren that runs such a wonderful page for presenting and keeping wetlook stories!
Actually a story I have heard of from a friend and pimped-it-up for more readers enjoyment. I selected the "I" form for a better dynamic.
I was staying at a hotel in Naples (Italy) for a weekend in June. The weather was pretty fine and the sun was shining all day long. When I returned from diner to the hotel about 10 PM, I wandered through the hall towards the escalators. Suddenly I heard ructions coming from the pool.
Being nosy I went outside and found six guys playing around in the pool in their clothes. One guy was climbing out and I asked him what's up. He said it was a bachelor party and the five groomsmen threw the groom into the pool and they all decided to jump in as well.
I did ask where the girls are that usually belong to a bachelor party, stripping for the groom? Oh, you are right, they will come in half an hour and we have to leave the pool for that part of the show. I offered to guide the girls into the pool yard so that they could carry on here.
Indeed two hot birds were arriving in the hotel lobby, both wearing slightly formal attire but on the bling-bling side. I checked and led them to the bar for a first cocktail and then outside in the pool yard with the six guys frolicking in the water. We were greeted loudly and soon the groom and grooms-men and were climbing up the stairs.
The groom sat on a sun-bed and the girls started a sexy dancing routine putting him in the centre. They did not undress but showed quite some legs, deep cleavage and stocking tops. He didn't stay cool for long and a boner developed in his wet trousers.
The girls noticed that with pleasure and danced even more eroticly, touching not only his upper body but also his "tent" with their hands, high-heeled feet and bums. I wouldn't have stood this full treatment!
Maybe he was near exploding when he suddenly stood up, took one of the girls in his strong arms and stumbled into the pool, crying "Pool Party". From now on everything went quickly. The other girl was taken by her arms and legs and swung over the pool, her dress riding too high displaying garters and white underwear.
She didn't even find time to become reluctant until she was dunked fully dressed.
I did not wait for an invitation and followed their example, jumping in wearing my shirt, cargos and leather shoes. What did we have fun in the warm water.
The two girls had given in and seemed to be enjoying the sensation of a fully clothes swim while wearing long gowns. Thanks to the long slits for the leg-display swimming was not so difficult. And what's more erotic than the display of a stockinged long leg in high heels? The display of a stockinged long leg in high heels while swimming!
The girls provoked some chicken fights and climbed on the shoulders of the groom and another guy and started pushing each other until one couple went down under. I was hard too just imaging the sensation of her stockinged wet legs around my neck and the wet dress caring my upper body.
There was a lot of laughter when the girls tried taking of the groom's pants and it looked a bit like Rugby until the pants were proudly presented - but also one of the girls wet dresses. During another wrestling match with a lot of giggling another pair of pants and another dripping dress were thrown out of the pool.
Then again the groom became the target of the girls and got some more underwater fondling until he left the pool wearing just his underpants, followed by the two girls in their bras, panties and stockings.
He ran towards the main door where he was caught by a concierge. He calmed the group down until we all headed back, jumped back in for searching all clothes and shoes. Finally we put everything back on, which was another funny part.
Willingly I helped the girls to slip back into their wet gowns and enjoyed the touch of the wet material.
Then we stood there looked at each other and started laughing. Seven men in soggy pants and two lovely girls in hanging down, tattered wet dresses with bashed-up hairdo.
Then a moment of silence - we took each others hands and jumped back into the warm water. The concierge did not look very happy so we left the pool dripping wet and headed for the rooms - and the girls for a taxi.
Definitely we were enjoying ourselves and I was hoping to see them on breakfast - what I didn't. I also wonder how they got a taxi while wet and whether they have left two undiscovered wet car seats?
2014, by Bruno
It happened a few years ago ...
On a sunny day I was out with a few friends playing Frisbee in a park including an in-ground fountain. We were three guys playing heavily when two chicks arrived and watched us. After a while they asked to join in and we gladly accepted. We still threw wild and the Frisbee landed in the fountain, about 30 feet from the edge.
We laughed and said he who throws gets it. Fred was not thrilled but took off his shoes and climbed over the railing. He was in white basketball shorts and as the fountain got deeper he started lifting up the shorts so they wouldn't get wet. Well it was deeper than anyone thought and he couldn't keep them dry as we found out that the water was waist deep where the Frisbee landed.
He had print underwear that looked ridiculous through his shorts and we made sure he knew it. Fred wanted to stop and sat on a nearby stone while dripping dry.
That didn't stop us from playing and within a few minutes one of the girls made a wild shot and again the Frisbee landed in the water, not far from the brink. She needed some coaxing before she stepped into the water. To avoiding slipping she kept on her sneakers. The frisbee wasn't far and she took the three steps.
She was a bit shorter than Fred and had to hitch up her short skirt to avoid touching the water. What a sight that made me going. She looked so daring, standing in a fountain, skirt hitched up, showing a glimpse of white panties - all was slow-motion to me!
With her free hand she took the Frisbee and started wading out, when a third guy threatened to splash her. She took a step aside to avoiding the gush and slipped. Her hands waving helplessly in the air, under she went.
Grumbling and giggling at the same time she stood up and headed for the brink to climb out. The light skirt gave view of a skimpy pair of panties, or was it a thong, and her T-shirt showed her unfettered breasts with two charming nipples protruding.
We sat for a while on the brink and had a good laugh. My cargos were very tight from sitting next to this drenched beauty. I had to do something and announced being hot and climbed into the cooling water. I stepped out until I was submerged up to my naked chest when I heard a splash and saw the same girl had been pushed in backward amid laughter.
I turned round and I caught another wetting session when my mates took the other girl and pushed her over the brink too.
Gosh, how hot she looked when standing up with water streaming from her hair and this tight pair of jeans shorts over her pert little bum, together with a knotted white shirt. She definitely wore a flimsy black bra below supporting her B-type tits.
My cargos stayed tight and I could only swim up to the brim and stay on my stomach hiding my erect state.
After a while we all three stepped out and made the short walk to a food stall and took some seats in the sun. A long wet trail showed were we were had come from.
I felt great in my wet cargos and I am sure the girls and Fred didn't mind any more about their fate and my benefit.