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by Bruno
2005
I'm sitting in a hotel lobby in a 4 star hotel with my back to a screen when I involuntarily witness a conversation between two ladies. The first course I could not learn in but it was also so very sexy.
"...so random. Yes, yes, my friend, I have often got wet! I have done it a couple of times with beautiful lingerie or underwear Once on vacation he made me wet in the hotel room! Without stockings, but with shoes.
"Another time we came back from a walk and he stripped and stepped into the shower, naked." As I entered the bathroom to serve him a cup of coffee, he grabbed me and dragged me under the shower. I was wearing a sweater, jeans and slippers. The sweater was quickly so wet and heavy so I slipped out of it, revealing my lace bra.
"He kissed me gleefully then rolled down my wet jeans exposing my satin panties and black tights!". He was obviously thrilled as he pointed the shower head at me, sending the water into my bra and the front and back of my tights and panties! He then completely soaped my underwear and tights and rinsed again tenderly!
"With my soaking wet stockinged legs I clutched him and touched throughout his excited body! Almost a pity that he shot his load all over my wet underwear. Actually, it was not so bad, because he lathered me again! Everywhere and very loving to also I came to my climax."
Her colleague had actually only said one word, a surprise "gorgeous". She continued:
"The second time I had nothing on except skin-coloured tights!
"It was evening when my working day, as a waitress at a nearby restaurant, ended! As always, I was in uniform, a Dirndl! He kissed, hugged and caressed me before asking if I would take a shower in my clothes! I wanted to take a shower anyway so I said yes! But without the dirndl and my leather work shoes.
"I faced the tub! My white underwear and strapless bra must have looked hot, because he was clearly very excited as he slipped out of his clothes. He asked me to keep my tights on! I did too and followed him into the shower, where he quickly filled my bra and tights with water. The rest of the story I do not have to tell you."
I do not know what the listener thought, I only know that I was quite excited that the former lady had so much fun under the shower.
Then I heard from the first woman: "Caroline, you have to try it at least once! Most things can be washed afterwards, almost nothing will be damaged.
Caroline: You mean really?
"Sure, try it on your own, just take a quick look under the shower and see what it feels like, you can even take your vibrator!" Followed by a giggle
Caroline: "But I've already tried, I wore some old pantihose without panties, a T-shirt and a tight denim mini skirt. I got under the shower and had to admit that my nipples rose immediately and I felt a tingling between my legs. I tore a hole in my knockers and pushed in my rubber Johnny. The water on my top and everything together was simply great. horny, horny."
Then the conversation trailed off as the waitress brought the bill, which they paid. Now I was excited waiting to see who came out from behind the screen? Which of the two was Caroline? I did not dare look back and instead stared towards the door.
As two women aged about 50 came out, one in wool dress, the other one with pants and jacket - which was it? I tapped the wool dress I wanted to see get wet. Almost immediately came two middle aged women in shopping Look, one in a tight dress, the other in designer jeans - I would like to see both wet.
To make a long story short, I went to my room and had to take a shower, with business trousers and a white shirt. The four ladies in mind, I rubbed my penis through the wet fabric until it erupted.
by Bruno
2005
I was stood at the bar, bored, sipping a cocktail when she arrived, the pretty brunette I'd seen leaving the hotel this morning. Perfect she looked in mountain pants and a sweater. Only she did not come to me but joined a neighbouring group, where she started describing the events of the day.
I couldn't help overhearing:
"You won't believe what happened to me today", she began
"We were on an excursion to a secluded vantage point that involved crossing a mountain stream. I stood on a rickety stone in the water and posed for a few photos! I was feeling excited as my companion encouraged me to take ever more adventurous poses."
"Then the stone wobbled further and a lost my balance, landing with both feet in the creek! My hiking boots filled immediately with the cold water! I was quickly out of the creek but he laughed and continued taking pictures while the water ran out of my boots!""
"I've' had wet feet before so I didn't regard it as a big problem, but I did find the wet shoes a little uncomfortable. I unlaced the boots and wrung out the socks before we carried on."
"On the way back down we visited the same river again!" The water was deeper now as the warm sun had been melting the snow in the mountains. The weather was really warm when we got back to the place where I had first sunk my hiking boots!"
"This time my companion modelled for a few photos, then it was my turn." Laughing, I stood on the stone and started striking humorous poses. Inevitably, I slipped and landed with both my feet in the cold water, this time up to my knees.
My hiking shoes were flooded and the bottoms of my hiking pants were also soaked. As I waded toward the shore it got even better, I stumbled forward and was just able to avoid a complete soaking by resting my hands in the water. My pants were wet almost to the crotch and the sleeves of my sweater up to the armpits. My breasts also hit water, the ice-cold water flowing into the cups of my bra."
"I quickly got up again and hurried to the shore. I should have gone more slowly as a stone rolled away beneath my feet and I slowly sank beneath the waves. My lower body dipped and I was sitting on my ass as the cold water gradually lapped up to my breasts.
"It was freezing cold and yet, inwardly, I was feeling hot. Dripping I climbed out as my companion snapped a few more photos."
"Behind a ledge I slipped out of the sweater and blouse, removed my shoes, socks and mountain pants and wrung them all out. I stood for a few minutes, in the mountains, just in sports bra and underpants."
"We had not packed any dry clothes so I had to slip back into the clammy wet ones, pretty unpleasant."
"Purposefully we made our way home and soon my damp clothes were warmed by my body and were not so bad."
"Back at the hotel I jumped hastily into the shower, just as I was, shoes and all. The warm water felt good and I began to relax. I then threw the heavy wet clothes into the bathtub, finished showering and dressed for the evening."
"Afterwards, I got the housekeeper to pick pick up the wet clothes and explained what had happened. She told me that she knew how it felt something similar had happened to her the previous summer. The weather was pleasant when they had been thrown into the hotel pool, wearing their hotel uniforms, by some guys. The water was terribly cold."
I was recharged and really my pants were a little tight. Then I saw one of the housekeeping staff walk past, in calf-length skirt and blouse. Was it she who was sunk in her workwear in the hotel pool? I would have liked to hear her story as well.
by Bruno
2005
This time, it was a great evening. I was deeply involved in conversation with a gorgeous woman in her mid-forties. She was beautiful, in a loose outfit, and was in good spirits, and told me of a former experiences on and alpine holiday.
This story inspired me violently.
She was travelling with a guy who was Photo Crazy. Always and everywhere he had his camera and she had to pose, pose, pose.
So this afternoon, I found it erotic as this story flowed from her red lips.
"Because we were planning to eat after the trip, I dressed a bit nicer than usual, with a white knit T-shirt, a black short straight-cut skirt, with flesh-coloured tights and dark red patent leather boots.
"He had brought his camera equipment, and admiring my nice clothes he promised me a marvellous contrast between my dark red boots and the reeds, so we walked to the nearby lake."
"Then, with my boots still on I stood on the shore and stepped into the shallow water. They were tight! At one time to steady myself I leaned with both hands on a stone. It was exhausting posing for him, my body was more and more pulling me down, sinking to my knees."
"Then something in my knee went and I knelt down with both knees in the water. My tights were wet and I felt the water slowly seep into my boots."
"My friend took one more photo before he freed me from this unpleasant position! Somewhat stiff, I got up, stumbled on something, and took a step deeper into the water."
"My boots kept my feet dry while he ordered me into new poses. I was startled and stepped on the wrong side, not realising that the water was a little deeper, and moaned briefly as I could feel the cold water penetrating my tights down into both of my boots, finally reaching my toes."
"After moaning I told him that my water had gone into the boots! He found it totally cool and I felt the bulge in his pants when he hugged me affectionately!"
"He asked me again purely to wade, which I did. This time the water was not so bad and I started to savour the situation a little more as I waded in and out again, until the hem of my skirt turned dark. His bump was bigger and I was horny".
"I went a little further in and lowered myself slowly into a squat. My pussy was cold, flooded from the outside and heated from the inside. I quickly rushed out, hugged my companion and kissed him intimately".
"Now I needed to warm up! Very quickly I got used to my wet skirt, soaked up to my hips, my wet pantyhose and the water in my boots! Since I had a feeling, I asked, outwardly quite indifferently,
'Can we go to eat now?'"
"He just nodded, so we went to dinner, with my wet skirt, damp tights and still wearing my wet boots! It was really special because no one could actually see or suspect anything. It was so dark they did not even know if the skirt dark from the water or if that was its natural colour".
"The reward came later, back at the hotel room".
There I was with a bump at the bar, vis-a-vis of an attractive woman who had just told me how she had seduced a man using her wet clothes. I'd be lying if I told you now that she took me to my room and regailed me with her evening outfit under the shower. For this I had not the courage.
Das Nasse Spiel mit Martina - ein Brief von Bruno (a letter from Bruno)
1981, Bruno
There are simply experiences that are better when shared. Because I know your preference for wetlook and we have already exchanged experiences, I have to report to you this incredible story.
Two weeks ago I met Martina in a disco and danced half the night with her. We then met another 2 times and have become even closer, she is a wonderful kisser .
Then before yesterday I wanted to try something. To this end, I had a game prepared - to bring her closer to my love of water. At the last meeting, they told me about a pledge game that they found so funny. Well, I prepared a new pledge game in my own way. I created a few action cards with dry and wet activities. The chose the base game and modified the rules somewhat, and as prize offered a dinner sponsored by the losers.
If you rolled a double-sixes and could not draw you had to take an action card from the deck and put it into practice. Of course I had fixed the stack, first dry playful things, then wetter ones, and then finally into the bath tub.
At first cards were fondling, kissing, jump and run around the house, sing at an open window, drink up. Then came things like T-shirt Exchange, remove a garment or water fight with pistols and filled glasses.
In any case, the game went at a good speed and Martina was very easy, as she had to sit on a wet sponge. Of course, she had to show me her wet butt.
But the next card she drew was an attack on me. I had to sit on my lap and pour a glass of water into my shirt. We found it all incredibly funny and the game continued. I had to take of my T-shirt, wet it and and it back on.
Then she was given the task to make her panties wet. We move to the bathroom where she pulls her jeans down and soaks her panties under the tap. Then with a great deal of giggling she pulls her jeans back up over her now the wet panties. There were clear wet tracks were everywhere.
Then she had to pour a glass of water over herself. As she poured the water over her stomach she snorted and described the feeing as the it ran through her pants, her jeans showing really dark patches.
Another card I drew was to take a sweater from the closet and put it on dripping wet.
Afterwards I wanted to hug her, but she wanted to continue playing, and soon it was her turn to draw a card. "Take the person of your choice into the shower without taking anything off".
Well probably Martina would find it funny and quickly I was in the shower, fully dressed. - Me too. - Woosh, I easily inveigled her to me, picked her up and we kissed under the shower. The rest of the evening you can guess.
We had a great week as we were now a couple and had some great sex without water.
But in between, one time we found ourselves in the bathroom, it started simply with joking around before we knew it she was with me in the tub, still wearing her leather boots that fit so nicely with her jeans skirt.
In response, the next morning, when I was almost ready for work she splashed me with the shower hose and my white shirt became transparent, her eyes shone, clearly excited by my appearance. Yes, I was late for work that day.
Anyway, last Saturday the weather was good, if not hot, so Julia announced we were going shopping, in the larger city. What won't we do men to keep our women happy? I went in white summer trousers and shirt, Julia in short summer dress.
The heat made the drive there was quite uncomfortable. So on arrival, we walked under trees from shop to shop. She bought some pretty chic dresses, and a summer shirt for me, we put everything in the car, now for some relaxation.
While walking and licking our ice-creams we came to an area where river rowing boats were being rented. Julia was hooked immediately, we hired a boat, she removed her summer sandals and placed them on the floor. After about 200 meters she wanted to row so we swapped places. That was a fun in itself, as the boat wobbled and she almost fell. She sat down and tried to rowing towards the bank.
As she rowed she her knees opened and closed and on each stroke her white slip became visible and then was hidden again. I was really horny. Her rowing was not really effective, she was more successful at splashing than moving so I took back the oars.
Another dramatic moment, when we changing seats it really looked for a second as if we would both fall into the lake. I rowed a little further out, then Julia announced that she wanted to take off her dress and go swimming in her underwear, what could be more sexy, my thoughts were focused fully on Julia and her soon to be wet underwear.
Well, I'm not a sailor and almost slammed into another rowboat, manned by a couple. The man was in shorts and a bright top, she in tight jeans and an elegant light blue bra.
After the initial shock, she raised her hands in a stop gesture and we joined them in laughter.
It was obvious that my splashes were landing much more often on the girl in the bra and the young man was evening this up by splashing my Julia in her summer dress. Julia had enough and wanted to flee. She snatched the oars and began to row away, but not without shovelling a couple more showers of water into their boat.
That set off a real screaming and they tried to catch us, and with Julia at the helm they almost succeeded. Again I admired the opening and closing of her legs and the wonderful view of her underpants has already caught some water, and the many water spots on her dress. Julia asked me to take over the oars back and soon we were a few boat lengths away from the other boat.
Julia now got a bit cocky and stood up, making indecent gestures to the other boat. Inevitably Julia lost her balance and fell with a great deal of screaming, backwards into the water.
I immediately heaved the oars and dedicated myself to bringing the boat so a stop. Julia looked just great swimming in her bright dress and I did not realize that the other boat had caught up with us until they showered me with water.
I was between my beloved Julia and the victorious pirates. After a few seconds of back and forth I was trying to board their boat and was met with fierce resistance. Standing up to wrestle, all three of us lost our balance and landed, much to the delight of Julia, in the water.
Now we were all equally wet, splashing together around the boats, where I playfully tussled at with the other girl to touch her horny wet jeans and to admire the seductive neckline of her wet bra.
Eventually, after a brief bathing our anger had cooled and we climbed, dripping wet, back into our boats. As she climbed over the stern of her boat, kicked out her legs, the butt of her wet jeans shone seductively in the sun.
Although Wet jeans are nice, watching girl in a short wet dress trying to climb into a boat is better. Julia's dress slipped higher and higher, revealing her wonderful underwear. Watching her wet dress slip to her top exposing her transparent, white panties left me hot and horny!
I do not know if the other two are also keeping a close eye on this spectacle. We two couples are now sat dripping wet, cooling off in our boats and joking about the sailing and the warm weather. I am sure that Julia felt his stolen glances searching her exactly as my eyes searched the wet bra and crisp jeans of the other girl.
And that Julia liked my wet white (baggy) trousers revealing my half hard member, I only found out that evening.
There was also an exciting was also the moment when the other girl looked for her T-shirt which she found dripping wet in the bilge. I was delighted watching her as she wrung it out and then with many dislocations drew it over her head. Like a second skin it surrounded her body and emphasised her ample bosom.
We then fooled around for a while before rowing back to our respective docks to return the boats. The proprietor definitely eyed Julia as we rose from Jetty down and replaced our shoes.
Julia whispered: "I have a treat for you" you too and jumped just that easily back into the water and then climbed back out. She jumped in feet first, and as you would expect her dress rose up to her belly, and for a brief moment my senses go into overdrive. Julia! My dripping wet Venus.
We walked for another 10 minutes through the pedestrian zone, Julia in wet sundress and I in moist white pants. Well, we were strangers here.
For many years in a village in Switzerland the beach volleyball association has organised a nice village festival called the Beach Party. Each year the organizers put in a lot of effort to create a nice atmosphere with a sandy volleyball court, deck chairs and a pool, about 5m diameter.
The pool is mainly for decoration and is used only from time to time when the players want to cool down after a game. As you all know, is the appeal of beach volleyball is the female competitors in skimpy bikinis showing crisp butts so their after game swimming isn't really 'wet look', just standard 'bathing'.
But from time to time there is a wet T-shirt, but that's not what throws me off the track. Anyway, this year it was extremely hot and we had a lot of fun watching. When the feast was then so full swing, a violent storm erupted and everyone sought shelter in the large marquee.
The bar was doing a roaring trade and the young people were dancing. During a break, a girl in male company returned to her seat, close to the edge. was a little on the edge of the narrow tent, and sat down.
As soon as she sat down was up again wailing "Fuck! my ass is all wet." Of course the sight of her dark-coloured jeans was met with laughter. A couple of her friends clapped their hands on the wet spot.
Soon everything was back to normal operation, when suddenly a young man saw his chance and nudged the tent fabric, sending a surge of water onto the friend of the girl with the wet butt. She sat totally still, paralysed with fear. Her long wet hair stuck all over her face.
Her soaking wet pale yellow blouse was no longer hid her under clothes. The water jet had torn at least two buttons loose, revealing the cups of her now transparent embroidered white bra.
Shrieking, she stood up, allowing me to admire the whole superb wet ensemble, right down to skin-tight miniskirt, which now that is was soaked was even closer fitting, leaving no questions unanswered about what was underneath, a hot thong. No tights though, her legs shone as only wet stocking can do, and indeed, I could make out the tops of hold-up stockings.
Now things kind of entered Phase 2.
A friend of the completely doused girl turned to the guy who'd just soaked the girl in the miniskirt and together they grabbed the first girl, dragging her towards the pool. Half the tent followed the two to see what was happening.
With relish, they raised the frightened girl onto the pool wall, and dangled her heels in the cold water. They lifted her to let her jean-covered butt float on the water surface and she screamed even louder. They picked her up and showed Her waterlogged butt of the cheering crowd before completely immersing the only girl under the waves.
With a broad grin, he went back to his seat while his victim climbed shakily out of the pool. Her white T-shirt in the moonlight betrayed ourselves she was not wearing a bra. Two nipples, driven by the cold, stood out resplendent.
…And I was not the only one staring.
Now the mood was hotting up, especially at the table with the two wet girls. And it was not long until the two remaining dry girls were heading towards the pool. After a quick check of their pockets (we live in the time iPhone) they dived into the cool waters jeans, shirts, sneakers and all. They stood up snorting and after a protesting glance laughed out loud. Soon the whole table was chest deep in water, dancing in the pool.
Although I was a few years older that the people in the pool, I still wanted to go bathing, especially as I would not be alone. So, after checking my bags and then I stood at the edge of the pool and casually splashed a couple of the guys and gals.
Quickly I was pulled into a high arc that ended in the water, What a sight, as I had rubbed my eyes, I found myself standing chest deep in the water with about 15 other people, including at least 7 or 8 girls dancing in their dripping wet clothes.
So I had one hour of determined fun, punctuated by moments when I climbed out for a drink of beer before plunging back into the water. I tried as much as possible just to stand and not to stare so that I wouldn't look like an old lecher, but instead snatched furtive glances.
There was much to see, everything was there, transparent T-shirts with hard nipples, resilient breasts in bra cups under a new wet T-shirt, lots of underwear, crisp seemed designer jeans, great silhouettes and now and then, wet panties as the skirt of a little dress floated freely.
If you think that that was the highlight you stop reading. I myself went from seventh to the eighth heaven.
How so danced since I suddenly saw the Pool edge an old school friend, also bout forty, caught me laughing at me and shouted, "You're Hans, Hans von Heimliswil". I just nodded and stepped toward her.
She asked me how I came to be in pool and I reported how they came and threw me in, "but it's still fun." We exchanged a few more pleasantries about our lives and then said goodbye with a kiss.
Then something came over me and I grabbed her and tried to pull her in. She anchored herself very effectively and I was about to give up when I got help from outside. Suddenly her legs were lifted and she was heaved over the pool wall. There she stood, dressed in jeans with a white blouse and a jeans jacket.
"You're crazy" was her first sentence. I just shrugged and made a few dance moves. She scolded me a little, but started dancing with me, trying to splash me and then she dove under. So our two wet bodies became significantly closer and my pants grew a little tighter.
During the dancing she suddenly stood upright, laughing, and with a disbelieving face she said in a hushed voice,
"You have a Stiffy".
I was speechless and could only nod.
"I'm guilty".
Then she ran her hand over my bump and whispered in my ear:
"That's an impressive bump, I could make out with you, right now."
I knew what to do and I lead her out of the water, packed up my back and marched her towards the exit and my car.
Ten minutes later we drove it in the entrance area and together we climbed into the shower without removing a stitch.
It was wonderful to wake up in her arms the next morning.
(Part fantasy, part truth)
For the last two weeks I have been holidaying in Crete wit a friend. Such an interesting and extensive island and the weather was fantastic!
And I once again I have had the opportunity to wear my beautiful white blouses openly, without a blazer or jacket, whereas, back in the north where I come from it is already quite cool.
How I had dressed back in cold Germany to avoid freezing was much too warm in sunny Greece. The taxi driver who drove us to the airport complimented me on my elegant appearance. I wore a light grey summer suit with narrow knee-length skirt, as it is now fashionable.
I had chosen a high-necked long-sleeved white blouse, which felt delightfully fresh at under my blazer. The loosely buttoned collar gently caressed my narrow neck. The white cuffs peeped out from under the blazer sleeves. To finish the outfit I wore flesh-coloured silk stockings, flat dark blue heels and dark blue unlined leather gloves.
And, because of the wet and cold weather I covered all this with light white summer coat, which I had not buttoned up for the short distance from my front door to the taxi. To cover my head I had chosen a small dark blue hat with my long hair tucked inside in a knot.
Once I was inside the cab, sitting next to my friend, I put my coat over my arm in my lap. With my gloved hands I first stroked my skirt smooth, then my cloak. My white blouse stretched around my back and neck.
Incidentally, my friend also likes to dress smartly, wearing a dark blue lightweight linen suit with white shirt and a funny tie.
When we arrived at the airport, my friend helped me back into my coat, the taxi driver handed me my trolley bag and so I went, clacking my heels, to check in to counter. To extract our tickets from my dark blue handbag I had to take off my right glove.
After checking in I pulled it back on again. At the security check, I had to remove my coat my jacket, which I placed them neatly into the grey plastic shell, so that they could pass through the X-ray machine.
Again my white blouse stretched on the upper body and neck, as I raised my arms at the security check by the Border Patrol officer. My sleeves slipped a bit revealing white skin between the gloves and the blouse.
I enjoyed the appreciative glances of the other passengers, both women and men. I then tightened and buttoned up my blazer but left coat over my arm.
When we arrived in in Crete my light summer costume was now quite warm. though my hands felt comfortable and protected in the unlined gloves.
We arrived at the hotel and enjoyed a drink or two at the bar while our bags were delivered up to our room. Perhaps it was the drinks, but I was really getting into the holiday mood.
As we stroll towards the comfortable air conditioning of our room, carrying our jackets on our arms, we pass a beautiful blue pool with associated showers. We pass to the right of a small table and under an arch showing room numbers.
We find ourselves facing one of the showers, with recessed basin for washing feet. Without batting an eyelash I removed my shoes and stepped ladylike into the basin in my stockinged feet. My friend stood beside me holding his his brown leather shoes in his hands. The balls of his feet were slightly wet and I started to tease him.
Quick as a flash he pressed the button to activate the shower-head and as fast as I responded it wasn't fast enough, half of my blouse was soaked and the side of my skirt was was dripping wet. Just as well I had my blazer on the other arm. He looked guilty and I answered with a mischievous glance.
Then we arrived at our bungalow where I could get fresh and change. As I looked at myself in the bathroom, I noticed that the wet blouse had become transparent and offered an excellent view of my dark lace bra.
Now I understand the views of my friend. Interesting I thought, and splashed some water onto the dry side. Lightning fast the once white coloured material became transparent, even more so than the other side, which was already partially dry.
A bit bedraggled, but sexy, I thought, very interesting.
It was late afternoon when we decided to step out and investigate our resort. The greatest heat was over but I did not want to overdo it on the first day, so I dressed in my sheer silk tights (which lady leaves home without them?) an attractive long wide Floral skirt, a long-sleeved white blouse, which of course I buttoned up to the neck. I placed a white little nothing of a jacket over my shoulders and fastened the top button. Furthermore, I wore beige sandals and a straw hat. Initially I held my white leather gloves in my hands but as the sun went down I pulled them onto my hands.
So we went through the village and onto the beach. Because I wanted to run through the sand I had removed my sandals and held them in my hand. So I went through the sand in my stockinged legs, the sand felt wonderfully soft under my feet.
For quite some time I played with the small waves at the waterline. Again and again the waves rolled over my stockinged feet, gorgeous! From time to time I had to lift the hem of my skirt as a slightly larger wave washed over me.
One time I was too slow and a hand's width of the hemline of my skirt was now dripping wet and hung heavily down. I decided that we should slowly go home.
My friend had been watching all this safely away from the water and I noticed his slightly absent, yet fascinated gaze on his face. Before leaving the water's edge I tried to splash him with my foot. I lost my balance and fell over, and wasn't able to recover before the next wave rolled in.
Now one side of my skirt was wet right up to the thighs, and my left glove was completely soaked where I's placed it on the sand used it prevent me falling completely flat.
The long wet dress skirt felt icky on my legs, and the glove was like a wet sponge. But eventually I got used to it, it was not that wet and "so what?". I'll have to rinse out the skirt and gloves with fresh water so that there are no salt water rings.
In the evening it was already dark when we moved on again looking for a good restaurant. Now I could finally show off my elegant new black sundress. The long wide dress hung down to my calves. Plus I was wearing black silk stockings and black pumps.
The dress was backless with thin shoulder straps under which I wore a shiny white blouse that buttoned at the back. The blouse sleeves covered my arms and merged nicely with my black gloves.
I was looking forward to the moment when my friend would unbutton my blouse again. I would ask him to do it slowly, and only after he had led me arm in arm on a long moonlight stroll along the beach.
After a wonderful meal with 4 courses and seafood, delicious meat skewers, a sweet dessert and a bottle of wine we set off through the sand towards our bungalow. The sand was pretty solid so I kept at my black pumps on.
I was startled and let out a short scream, as water suddenly rushed in, efficiently immersing my feet up to my calves, in water. The cry became a duet as my friend also had unexpectedly wet feet and legs. The water receded quickly and the nightmare was over.
Probably, in the dark, we have carelessly wandered into a hollow which is regularly filled by the waves. We quickly rushed forward in the dark get back to dry land. Before we'd reached safety we were washed again as another wave flooded the hollow.
Our shoes were now soaking wet and we both grumbled somewhat about our carelessness. After a few hundred meters, which was not so bad, we reached our club and walked hand in hand our bungalow opposite.
As we passed the showers my friend suggested that it would be a good idea to rinse our shoes and just stepped into the shallow basin with shoes, socks and trousers.
For a moment I looked quite surprised, but he was right, so I moved to stand beside him sinking my black pumps into the 15cm deep water. We laughed a little over our shared misfortune before stepping out of the water and heading towards out bungalow.
"Look at the trail we are leaving", said my friend. He was leaving fully foot sized footprints while my healed court shoes were leaving small ball shaped patches. We returned 3 times to the basin, stepping back into the foot-well and out again, joking like children over the footprints.
I knew him well but had not seen this side before, maybe we had one drink too many, or maybe it was just the holiday mood.
And then it happened, he took a step back, and "splash!", and my friend emerged standing hip deep in the pool cursing himself and everything else. I stood there, laughing, as he so swam in the pale lamplight, in brightly lit pool.
And it was no ordinary swimming, he swam in a suit with white shirt and tie and and dress shoes. Delicious! Grumbling he swam to the ladder and I moved towards him. Dripping delightfully he emerged slowly from the water, his jacket hanging down like a sack.
"Sorry I laughed, but it was so delicious, seeing you dressed in the pool", I said to him.
Then, before I had time to react, I was in the air flying, almost in slow motion (though, of course in reality, quite rapidly), towards the pool.
I flew towards the pool in a diagonal posture which meant that my feet were the first to penetrate the water surface, the black dress soon followed and was torn from by body and carried upwards by the water, then my body and head submerged… I resurfaced spluttering.
"You're crazy, I'm wearing my elegant evening dress", I blurted out.
There was a splash, he had jumped back into the water next to me and started hugging and kissing. Affectionately his hands wandered over my body caressing my wet clothes. His hot mouth pressed to my moist lips. His hands explored my wet body, found my wet silk stockings and followed them towards where it is most beautiful.
And then we were there, the moment when my friend would unbutton my blouse again. I intended to ask him to do it slowly, and then only after he had held me in his arms after a long moonlight walk on the beach, but his mouth and his hands were everywhere.
I, we were alone in the world and wanted only one thing. My gloved hands quickly opened his pants and the rest I just forget in the intoxication of boundless love.
So our first day came to an end and I look forward to thirteen more wonderful days where I would feel the Mediterranean sun on my white blouse.
By Bruno (copyright)
For over 25 years I have been a devote ofthe wetlook and have experienced plenty, as an observer, as a participant and as a listener or reader. Today I would like to recount quite an interesting story of a like-minded couple from Zurich. Let's call them Petra and Hans. The story is inspired by real life experiences.
An indoor pool party in Zurich-Oerlikon had been announced. After a long winter Hans and Petra had had little excitement and were delighted to find that "wetlook action" outside the home was once again fashionable.
I believe that the two had tried pretty much everything their apartment would will bear to enjoy some wet games during the winter. Hans once told me that every now and then they had showered together, taken baths in their much too narrow standard bath and even set up their 2x3m kiddie pool in the living room and dived into it.
A pool party would be a welcome change. They both planned to enjoy it and decided to dress for the evening. He wore a bright linen trousers with a white shirt and jacket, and she (I wanted more detail but he was a bit vague) a dark outfit with a white blouse over some sexy underwear.
Matching Pumps, black stockings, jewellery and a handbag completed the picture.
They drove to one of their favourite hangouts for dinner. After four courses and two bottles of wine it was still quite early for the party so they moved onto a nearby bar for another glass of champagne, where they bumped into a few friends.
Their friends did not believe they were going to a pool party, they were dressed much too chic and had no bathing suits. Petra explained that they didn't like dancing in swimwear and that there were no rules against swimming in your clothes. They invited their friends along, telling them that they would find it funny.
"We will see" they replied.
Shortly after midnight, Hans and Petra drove to Oerlikon. Unfortunately their friends from the bar were not there, but they met up with two other acquaintances. It was a busy time as the four entered the indoor pool area. The bar was well staffed and already some people were cavorting in the water, wearing a variety bathing suits. Classic swimsuits were clearly in the minority.
Now and then, girls fully dressed were helped (under playful protest) into the pool. Once in they happily played in the pool and showed no inclination to climb out of the water. Petra and Hans were already looking forward to their "bad luck" and sat down at the bar for the time being.
Quickly they were both involved in various discussions and the attractive Petra enjoyed being at the centre of attention. While they sat some people from the bar area were carried into the water, still wearing all their clothes. Petra had to turn down offers to carry her to the pool, explaining that she was saving herself for Hans.
Suddenly the unexpected comes. Petra starts to observe the environment more closely and after a some time she turned to her friend and led them both out of the place still totally dry. They drove straight home, where they got together under the warm shower.
Why the change of mind? Simply, Petra had noticed a number of "amateur photographers" shooting a series of photos of every girt who ended up in the pool. Petra didn't want to be photographed like this, it would rob her planned swim with Hans of the intimacy she craved. She and Hans liked to see pictures of spontaneous swimming on the Internet, but it's a pity when "wetlook" photographers spoil other people's intimacy with their penetrating photography.
The next time I try to tell you a slightly wet story.
By Bruno (copyright 2010)
It seems I missed something. A few weeks after some Friends of mine (who don't know anything about my wetlook cravings) returned home from a cruise in the Canary islands they invited me over for a photo evening, with dinner.
The crossing had taken a day and a night, that is a day at sea and also the night. In addition to the usual 200 pictures of all the sights, I would like to repeat an interesting story they told me. After 10 days of cruising it was time to go home and that last evening was celebrated with a party, entitled "White Night". My friend and his wife and are in their mid thirties, this is his story.
It was a hot day again with only a light breeze blowing across the Atlantic, from almost directly behind, leaving the air above the ship almost still. After dinner was to be a party, starting at 10pm, called "dance under the stars".
Most of the guests, including ourselves, have taken up the theme and are dressed in white, me in a white shirt and trousers, my wife in a white mini dress, showing off her tan. There was a midnight buffet with delicious delicacies set up on both sides of the pool. Lamps flashed everywhere. We were with a group of people we had meet at the sky bar at the front of the pool.
We drink wine as we sing and dance. We are all in a party mood, but despite my encouragement nobody wants to jump into the night lit pool.
"I just have to go in alone - if only I had the courage."
Suddenly my wife whispered in my ear:
"Are you feeling hot? Yes! Wouldn't a swim would be wonderful she continued.
"Do you really mean we should just jump into the pool?"
"Sure", she replied and took me by the hand and much to my delight we strolled to the pool and just jumped right in. The water immediately shot through our light clothes and cooled us down wonderfully. My wife had a great figure, which I could see quite clearly in the water through her now nearly transparent clothes. Her white dress had slipped up as she entered the water showing her white panties. She quickly smoothed the dress back into position and murmured:
"Well, this is just for you, bathing in a dress, I have never done this before, but I think it feels absolutely great".
Now a couple of our friends take off their shoes, he throws the shirt on a chair, she does the same with her blouse they both follow us into the water with us and swim towards us. Her magnificent cleavage looks even sexier, with the wet breasts showing through her light semi-transparent bra, her large nipples shine through.
Unfortunately nobody followed us into the pool, but we laughed and had a lot of fun. Finally, as we climb out of the pool, I have admire the other lady's thin, tight trousers, which are quite revealing when wet. Her thong was hard to miss. My wife's dress was a little more subtle, as it had a thin lining. Still, I enjoyed the sight of her climbing up the ladder in front of me, wringing a lot of water out of her dress.
We quickly gathered our stuff together and headed for our cabins, where I took a closer look at my wife's wet, white panties…
Our friends told the story more subtly, but the essentials are true to the original. The dress was white, both were pushed in and the friends got wet. Unfortunately, no other guests followed.
By Bruno (copyright 2014)
I have lived in France for twenty years and in that time got to know a very interesting woman. Her name was Helene, she was 24 years old at the time. We went out for a few months and after she returned from her holidays she told me this story that made me hot.
She had spent her summer vacation in Antalya (Turkey) at a well-known and very French-speaking holiday club with her friend Sophie. To make the story more readable and immediate I will let Helene tell the story.
Helene: We weren't really interested in the sport, concentrating more on the sunbathing and the night club. As we weren't too badly turned out we were seen as fair game to be sought after by many of the guys in the club.
Bruno: It made me a little jealous.
Helene: One evening after we had some super fun dancing to a rock series, we went for a stroll along the beach to get some air. There was a full moon which lit up the scene so that you could see almost as well as if it was broad daylight. The water seemed to be calling me to it, so I took off my shoes and put my cigarettes by a chair. The feel of the cold sand under my feet did me the power of good and I started to relax.
Suddenly I heard my myself talking:
"why don't we have a swim, Sophie?"
I advanced into the sea with the water lapping my ankles.
"But I don't have a swimsuit!" Replied Sophie.
"That's no problem" I replied and continued to advance slowly into the water, which was warm from the day's sun.
"But, Corinne, what about your dress?", Sophie exclaimed.
By now the sea was starting to lick the hem of my white dress, but undeterred, I continued to advance into the waves. The water soon reached the top of my thighs. Sophie laughed and called me crazy but I felt great. It was a sweet feeling as my dress floated around my legs like the veil of a jellyfish. Soon I was slowly letting myself fall backwards and I completely immersed myself.
"Whaowh - ooh, this is incredible, great, amazing !!! It feels good !!!"
"Come on, Sophie, don't be so squeamish! It feels so good! And it's not as if you are wearing a 200 dollar dress,"
"I guess we're not school-girls any more, we can do what we like" she replied as she removed her shoes and delicately placed them on the sand near mine.
"go swimming fully dressed in an evening dress, you make me do such mad things" she continued.
Turning towards the warm water she proceeded gently, step by step she let the water take hold of her disco dress until she was up to her thighs in the sea. When the water touched her little panties she hissed with pleasure.
Bow, with the water around her waist, she paused. One could clearly saw the line of demarcation between the dark red skirt fully soaked and the still dry fabric of her much lighter top. She was really enjoying herself. Her hands played with the surface of the water, the splashes sticking her dress more and more to her belly. Sophie gathered her resolve and with one final effort totally immersed herself
Finally we both paddled to the shore, laughing at seeing each other wading, fully clothed, in the sea, with music coming from the nightclub, it was great. With each movement I could see her little nipples pointing under the fabric.
She was well endowed, but not so as well as me! The waves, regularly flooding my boobs, soaking my top had made my nipples grow.
After ten minutes, this little nocturnal swim had refreshed us well. We were dripping everywhere as we got out of the water to sit on the beach chairs. We continued to drip for a little while as we smoked a cigarette, and a second. We felt even more beautiful and more excited in our wet clothes when we returned to the night club. Our entry did not go unnoticed, several pairs of eyes staring beyond what is considered decent. But the night was still long, the two of us were cool and the guys hot.
Bruno: After she told this story I became very turned on by her and I mentioned that I would love to take the plunge with her. One thing lead to another and soon we were in the shower together. Her tight little jeans stuck very sexily to her buttocks and her transparent blouse gave an impressive view of her cleavage.
The rest of this story remains in my heart forever.
Unfortunately she was very fluttering and this friendship ended one day, though my business with water remains.
By Bruno (copyright 2013)
It was summer and we had only met fir the first time a few weeks ago. I really liked her, she was a bit shy like me. We had a date in the ice cream parlour. I was there first. She looked pretty as she came in through the door wearing a light, flowery dress, with the sun shining through from behind, showing a dream silhouette, long slim legs, and crisp hips. Then she was beside me waking me from my dreams.
Together we ate our ice creams and chatted. When we were finished we decided to take a short walk along the village stream in the shade of some large trees. Soon we reached the small lake near the city and sat on the small wooden footbridge and let our feet dangle in the water. I quickly took off my shirt and enjoyed the warmth from above and the cool freshness of the water below.
We were in the middle of a discussion when she said that despite the shade of the trees it was still hot, very hot. How right she was. I got up and slipped out of my jeans and quickly sat down next to her. My underpants could double as swimming trunks. After a few more minutes, I slowly let myself slide into the cool water. I saw her envious looks and heard the remark that she was disappointed that she didn't have a bathing suit with her.
Then she stood up and went into the nearby bushes. In a flash she reappeared holding her dress in front of her body as she sat back down on the dock.
What was she wearing? A kind of loose-fitting body made of thin, shiny fabric. She blushed as she saw me gawping and just said:
"I like to wear this under my see-through clothes, it covers my breasts but is still nice and airy."
After a few encouraging splashes from me, she slid into the water and swam. And I liked it! I liked it so much that she was happy to swim in the water in what was now a pretty see-through body. Sometimes a breast flashes out, with wonderfully dark nipples.
I think she had decided that she was a little too daring as she was hardly out of the water before she slipped her dress back on over the still soaking body. Quickly dark spots appeared on the light fabric of here dress.
A while later she removed her dress again slipped back into the water at lightning speed. We had a blast and I had to make an quite an effort to make sure that she didn't notice my erection.
Again, she was hardly out of the water before she put her dress back on again. The dark spots grew larger, and after a few well placed splashes on my part they grew larger still.
I guess she realised that keeping her dress dry was a lost cause as the next time she approached the lake she slipped directly into the water without removing her dress and body. She had red ears and an embarrassed smile, and I had an erection. I quickly climbed out, always bent over so as not to show anything, and put on my jeans.
Shouting "I can do what you can do!" I jumped back into the water with her and fought a little with her. No, there was no underwater petting, we were too shy. Still just awesome.
The best came about an hour later as we both trotted dripping wet back towards the town. We said goodbye with a little hug and a smile and then she was gone back into her parents' house.
For the next few nights she was my inspiration for hard but awesome handiwork.
By Bruno (copyright 1999)
A hot summer night, Saturday evening, a large garden, a large pool, good music, alcohol and my girlfriend and I…
We were invited to a friend's pool party, it would start at 7 p.m. and should last until morning. The sun was still hot in the sky when we reached the place. We were actually more into partying than swimming so we kept our swimsuits in our bags.
I wore white linen trousers and a colourful shirt while my sweetheart had chosen a white dress with colourful accessories. She selected the dress because of the heat and for the ease of changing into a bikini later. Exactly, she also had her bikini in her bag, wearing a bikini under a dress gives such an ugly impression.
Soon we were standing around the pool with some other couples, eating snacks and drinking cocktails.
It was getting late and we were all drinking. This lowered the guests' inhibition thresholds and the party was in full swing.
From time to time one of the beauties would disappear to return a little later in a bikini to show off her good figure by the pool before diving into the water. There was a lot of laughing and pushing, some of our friends were just a little bit drunk.
We were just talking to a couple from the neighbouring town, "Lara" wore the tightest jeans you could imagine and was well endowed up top. They admitted that they had not been told it was a pool party and had brought no swimming gear with them. My darling replied:
"Just wait until it's a little darker, then you can jump in your underwear, everyone's too drunk to notice anyway."
Lara replied, "True, but I could just…" before quickly changing the subject.
It came as it had to come, otherwise I wouldn't be telling the story here. Lara heard her name called and noticed her best friend in the pool. She skilfully walked over to the pool side on her red high heels and crouched down in her tight jeans facing her friend.
"Great ass!" I thought as her boyfriend, my Alice and I cracked jokes about pushing her in, but nothing happened.
She stayed crouched down at the edge of the pool talking to her friend as if she was waiting for someone to push her in, but nobody took her up on her willing attitude and her friend in the pool just splashed her a little.
Suddenly, with a face like a cat that has swallowed the goldfish, her partner took three steps towards her and gave her a light push on her sexy ass. She tried to stand up but lost her balance and ended up plunging head first into the pool.
Alice and I grinned quite gleefully! As she surfaced she made a few light-hearted threats to her sweetheart before bursting into laughter. She played with her friend in the pool for the next five minutes. It was really cool to see one girl in wet jeans and heels swimming with her friend in a bikini.
Wet jeans are just awesome but things got even hotter when she climbed up the ladder and out of the water. First her pretty face with the wet hair, then the soaked blouse, which clearly revealed a very nice lace bra, which also somewhat transparent showed two great breasts with erect nipples. The blouse was followed by wet, shiny jeans, as if painted to her legs, and then the torrents of water flowing down her swaying drainpipes and into her red heels.
I would be lying if I said I wasn't aroused, and I'm pretty sure this hadn't gone unnoticed by my companion. Laughing, Lara came to our table and shook her hair wildly, splashing water everywhere:
"That was a great, really refreshing, I wish I had jumped in much earlier."
She tugged off her wet blouse saying:
"This doesn't hide anything any more"
She folded it up and put it in her handbag. So now she was standing at our table, dripping wet in her lace bra, shiny wet jeans and heels. Then she grabbed her boyfriend by the hand and only said:
"So now it's your turn, you come with me"
And she jumped back into the water. We stood there with our mouths open.
My sweetheart turned to me and said:
"Looks like fun, come on, let's go in too."
She grabbed me, and just like Lara with her lover in tow, sprinted towards the pool. There was no hesitation as she hopped into the cool water with me right behind, still wearing her white dress, heels and all her accessories. It was wonderful how the water conquered my pants and spilled over me.
When I opened my eyes under the water, I saw a somewhat blurry image of my dearest. Her dress had slipped up exposing her white panties. No, they were no longer just white, but transparent, and I could see her almost completely shaved pussy.
And we were already on the water surface. We splashed and laughed with the other two and a few others who dared to jump. It was so wonderful swimming in wet clothes, enjoying the sight of so much shimmering wet lingerie and more.
Later, as the night became a bit cooler, we were suddenly the only ones left in the water! The rest of the guests were had gone back inside. The pool was lit under water - dimly - which creates a very mysterious atmosphere. We stood in the middle of the pool, with cocktails in hand.
My girlfriend stood opposite me and told me something. Then she came closer and we touched. But this time not in the wild game. The physical contact became more intense until I took her in my arms and carried her to the pool edge. We kiss deeply and my hand slides under her sexy wet dress and slowly into her panties, looking for the grotto…
She expertly opened my belt and pants. There he was now, tamed only by thin, wet nylon. Then she took him in hand…
By Bruno (copyright 1981)
Dear Andreas,
There are some experiences that become more beautiful when you share them. Since I know your penchant for wetlook and we have already exchanged experiences, I have to recount this incredible event to you.
Two weeks ago I met Martina in a discotheque and danced with her for half the night. We met twice more and got much closer, she kisses wonderfully. The day before yesterday I decided to try something. I had prepared a game for this, to introduce her to my hydrophilicity.
At one of the last meetings she had told me about a forfeit game that she found so funny. Now I prepared a similar game in my own way. I created some action cards with dry and wet activities. As a base game, I chose not to annoy you and modified the rules a little. The winner of the award was a dinner together, sponsored by the loser.
In the case where one player rolls double sixes and the other could not draw, the looser had to take an action card from the stack and put it into practice. Of course I manipulated the stack a bit, first dry teasing things, then moistening and finally in the tub.
So the game progressed along these lines. The first cards were petting, kissing, changing clothes and running around the house, singing by the open window, drinking, talking about exes and fantasies. Then came things like swapping T-shirts, taking off or even putting on clothes. Then games with water pistols and filled glasses.
In any case, the game really got going and Martina was very relaxed when she had to sit on a wet sponge, while my pants were getting quite tight. Of course, she had to show me her wet ass.
The next card she drew was an attack on me. She had to sit on my lap and pour a glass of water into my shirt. She found it all very funny and the game started. I then had to take my T-shirt off and get it wet and put it back on, which she liked.
Then she drew the task of getting her panties wet on her own.
Going into the bathroom, jeans down, panties down, under the tap, then with a giggle then put on the wet panties and the jeans up again. Of course there were wet tracks everywhere.
Then, when she had to pour a glass of water inside her shirt, she gasped and described how the water ran down her chest, over her belly and into her panties. Her jeans now had a really dark blue stain.
The next card I drew had me taking a sweater out of the closet and putting it on soaking wet. I wanted to hug her, but she wanted to continue playing and soon it was her turn to draw a card:
"Put the person of your choice in the shower without letting them take anything off".
Well that was done quickly and I found myself in the shower, fully clothed. Martina thought it was crazy funny. Me too. "Gosh!" I grabbed her and just pulled her under with me, where, now soaking wet, she kissed me. You can guess the rest of the evening.
We had a great week and were now a couple and also had great sex without water. In between, things were going well in the bathroom. One day it just started with fooling around and pretty soon she in the tub with me, still wearing the leather boots that went so well with her denim skirt.
In response, the next morning, when I was almost ready for work, She lead me to the bathroom where I was showered in my suit, my white shirt became transparent, my trousers bulged, and her eyes shone. Yes, I was a little late for work.
The best will come a few weeks later. We had planned to spend the next weekend at her place. She called me the day before and asked if it would be a problem if two of her friends were still there, I could get to know them that way. I said "why not?" then she asked me to bring the game with me, saying:
"It will be a fun evening"!
I would like to stop my letter here and and look forward to receiving a few wet lines from you
With wet greetings,
Bruno
By Bruno (copyright 2016)
I have this story second hand. A colleague of mine was on a sailing trip in a group of 4 people, 2 boys and a couple, who booked a sailing trip together with a skipper with his own ship. In order to fill the ship to some extent, the skipper searched for 2-3 more participants. It would start in August from a port on the Halkidiki peninsula. The four are called Fritz, Roland, Christian and Petra (Christian's girlfriend).
The group decided to attend a sailing course in early summer so that everything would be a little easier to understand. In the first hours they learned to distinguish Lee from windward and to set sail. Later all the more difficult maneuvers followed up to the last day of the course, where the four of them were sent to the quarry lake in two dinghies without a teacher. It was like the journeyman's examination.
When it was time to change clothes, Petra remarks:
"Damn… I left my bikini at home."
The boys teasingly said that she would have to go "in her underpants".
That was a bit too daring for her, cotton is pretty transparent even when dry, so she decided to keep her light denim shorts and T-shirt on.
When boarding the dingy from the beach you couldn't avoid getting your feet wet while jumping into the swaying boat. At first, Petra was not at all comfortable, because you only sit a hand's breadth above the water and with every heeling the water came dangerously close to her jeans.
In light wind the two dinghies sailed elegantly across the lake and the four were proud that they had learned to sail so well. However, when the two boats came closer, a hand from either Fritz or Roland drove through the cool water to splash Petra. Most of the time the distance was too far and Petra only got a few drops, which she acknowledged with laughter.
Eventually it was time to sail back to the port. Petra was quite happy that everything had gone so well and that her only pants, apart from a few splashes, were still mostly dry.
This maiden voyage was celebrated with a little wine in the restaurant on the inviting lake terrace. Later, as the four made their way home, Petra noticed that she had lost her bracelet. They carefully walked back to the dinghies, which were now moored to a small footbridge.
With joy she discovered her bracelet on the floor of the dinghy. She quickly got into the swaying boat, grabbed her bracelet and got off the dangerously swaying ship quite inelegantly. Taking a deep breath, she stood there, put the bracelet back on and proudly showed it to her friends.
Then a careless step back, followed by a piercing female screech and a splash interrupted the idyll. Petra had fallen backwards into the water and now stood there in the chest-deep water swearing like a pipe sparrow.
The best, however, came as she climbed out of the water. The white cotton t-shirt was see-through and stuck to her body like a second skin. Everyone could now see her breasts wrapped in a sports bra, and the coolness of the water had played its part. The denim shorts clung to her crisp bottom as if painted on. Her rather helpless attempt to push her laughing friends into the water ended up with her back where she started.
With the bath towels she had brought with her, she dried off to a certain extent, so that she could sit in the car without ruining the seats. Petra still couldn't sit all the way. The wet pants were somehow tighter and stuck everywhere.
They arrived at home after half an hour. Christian had to help her take off the shorts because the damp fabric didn't want to slip over her sporty thighs. But a warm shower, a courier pizza and a glass of wine helped the couple's evening pass quickly and happily.
The holidays came in huge strides and everyone started to pack their duffel bags and bags. It's not that easy for a girl, just a single duffel bag for clothes, shoes, etc.! Fortunately, Christian still had some space in his sack so that his girlfriend could dress up when she went ashore.
After almost three hours of flying and an hour's taxi ride, the quartet reached the port of Porto Carras. The yacht and skipper were quickly found with the help of the harbour master. The skipper made a good impression on the group, as he was at most ten years older than them and of a brisk size. As a greeting there was already Metaxa-Cola and the holidays started.
The other sailors should arrive in about an hour, the skipper answered this question with a smile. Suddenly two female voices sounded from the jetty:
"Is this Neptune"?
Two girls about the same age stood on the jetty. Both were of medium height and slim, but not lean. Two lightly tanned legs were barely covered by a tight jeans mini and the other pair of legs clad in tight white jeans was also promising. To the delight of the male crew, both wore very tight t-shirts over their female curves. One face was framed by blonde, shoulder-length hair, while her, not rocked colleague, had short black hair. They were greeted with a "hello" and climbed on board to the welcome drink while Fritz and Roland took care of their luggage.
Why do girls always act so helplessly on narrow bridges? When toasting everyone found out that the blonde was called Rita and the black-haired girl was Rosie.
By Bruno (copyright 2016)
On the same afternoon, lots of supplies were bunkered and the cabins distributed. The next morning, shortly after breakfast, "Cast off".
I would like to keep the sunbathing, the sailing and other details a little shorter, and report on a wonderful evening near an old, worth seeing, Orthodox church. There was no port in this bay either so we were at anchor off-shore.
Shore leave was managed with the help of an inflatable boat. The skipper informed us that covered shoulders and knees were required for the church and then a dinner in a restaurant was on the program. The boys put on some long pants, Rosie, her tight white jeans, Rita appeared in an almost floor-length summer skirt with a white blouse and Petra wore skintight, light blue Capri pants with a matching T-shirt. The fabric was so thin that it was immediately clear to all the sailors that she was wearing a great string thong underneath.
Climbing into the rubber dinghy was a very funny and, above all, shaky thing. The skipper had to drive twice until everyone was ashore. Of course there were wet feet when getting out of the dinghy, because you sail onto the beach you have to paddle the last few feet.
All the long trousers were wet to the calf. Petra in her Capri pants couldn't avoid a cynical remark, which caused the boys to start fooling around and Petra was lucky to escape a full bath.
The church was very old and really worth the visit. The modest meal in the restaurant under old trees was great and the atmosphere was exuberant. It was quite dark when the group headed back to the ship. Fritz, Christian, Petra and the skipper were in the first party.
While Rosie, Rita and Roland were waiting for the skipper, Rosie suddenly took off her sneakers and started to wade in the shallow water until the hem of her skirt got wet again. While Roland was waiting on a stone, Rita joined her friend, rocking her skirt teasingly, then the rubber boat came and the three were also on their way back to the ship.
It really only took a small wave and Rosie shrieked because her backside had just been dampened unexpectedly. Roland did not miss the lace panties, which now stood out in the moonlight through the thin wet pants.
When they arrived at the ship, Rosie stood up to show the three on board her wet backside. Another wave and another screech filled the bay. Rosie had just fallen out of the rubber dinghy and was now clutching the lines around it, startled.
Everyone rushed to help her, but she had a different idea and started to swim around the boat. Her wet white clothes shimmered in the moonlight and she exclaimed loudly about how wonderful the cooling water was. Most of the crew tore off their clothes and followed her into the cool water. After a while they all climbed on board and the male participants could again admire Rosie in her wet clothes, illuminated by the glow of the camping lamp.
The next morning there dangled a pair of white pants, a white T-shirt, a white bra and panties on the railing to dry.
For us wetlook fans, the days weren't that interesting, as all six wore bikinis or swimming trunks, and sunbathed when not involved in seafaring work. Two days later, shore excursions by rubber dinghy were announced again and the group continued in two stages to a hearty meal in a dreamy bay. As always, it was eaten extensively and discussed, shackled and drunk with other crews.
When it was time for the return, Fritz, Rosie and Rita stayed behind this time. Again, Rosie started to wade in the shallow water and her shorts allowed her to go deeper. Rita, this time in a short, tight summer dress, also took off her shoes and began to wade. The girls aimed some high-spirited splashes in the direction of Fritz, who suddenly rose up and without taking off his shoes charged straight into the water towards the girls, startling them.
Both turned around and tried to flee, but the water slowed them and Rita suddenly stumbled and completely submerged herself.
"Wow!"
When she stood up again, her dress literally stuck to her body and was amazingly sexy to look at. Rosie mocked her friend and was suddenly greeted by a true shower of water. A furious water fight raged for a short time until the fervour cooled a little and the two girls stood giggling while tugging at their wet clothes. Suddenly they said to Fritz:
"Come on, let's just swim out to the ship, it's not far at all!"
No sooner said than done and the three swam out happily and then climbed the boat ladder onto the ship to be welcomed by their shipmates.
Rosie's soaked white blouse, without a bra underneath, and shorts were almost as sexy as Rita's dripping wet dress, which clung tightly and slipped up so much when she climbed the ladder that everyone could admire her black panties for a short time.
As soon as the skirt was back in place, all eyes were magically attracted to the two mounds glistening in the lamplight.
The next morning, two pairs of pants, a tight dress, three tops and a white bra and three very different underpants dangled from the rail to dry.
A few days later they were on another shore excursion, this time in the afternoon, to visit some old ruins. The group decided to take a swim before going back. Petra grabbed her boyfriend's arm and whispered:
"I don't have a bathing suit, what should I do?"
Christian let his eyes slide over her body and then said laconically:
"Well, either you go into the water in your underwear or stay as you are".
Petra had been a little too daring with her underwear and wasn't wearing a bra under her T-shirt, and her rather high-cut white briefs would definitely be totally transparent when wet.
So she sat in the sand and watched the others slip out of their clothes and run into the cool water. They had all made provisions and just wore swimsuits under their clothes or like Rita, shorts with a bathing suit.
While the others were romping around in the water, Petra, still sitting on the beach was getting hot and angry, annoyed that she had not brought a bathing suit. In the end, to cool off a bit, she slipped out of her sneakers and waded out into the shallow water.
Slowly she ventured further out until her thighs were partially washed by the cooling water. Her pink shorts were still at least 10 cm away from the water and the cooling felt great. Her friends were swimming further out, quite far away.
Dreamily she wades back and forth and lets the water rise a little higher and then drop a little again. Somehow she started to feel like she was back in her childhood and even started playing with the waves. A little deeper, now just a finger's width between the the hem of her shorts and the water:
"there's a wave, hop!"
She has to stand on tiptoe so that the water does not reach her hem. The next wave is a little faster or maybe just higher, and now the hem of her shorts is dark and wet. The game continues and each time her hem goes a little deeper, the tide mark rising higher up her leg.
With the next wave, a small sigh escapes her, for the refreshing water had completely soaked her most feminine spot. "This is really pleasant", she thinks, and recalls the previous evening when Rosie and Rita went swimming fully dressed. Thinking "Whatever they can do, I can do too", she slowly starts to bend her now trembling knees and slowly immerses her abdomen in the wonderfully cool water and feels all tension slowly being released from her body.
Then she slowly allows herself fall, feeling the water wash around her breasts and finally over her head as she goes under. She quickly gets up, thinking "that was not that unpleasant" and dives back into the water to swam out to her friends.
Christian was amazed when he saw his girlfriend swimming fully clothed and hugged her tightly.
Later on the beach Petra found it was a little embarrassing as everyone could see her breasts through her transparent top, and her panties were poorly concealed by the wet shorts. However, with the quick drying in the sun, the transparency evaporated quite quickly.
Back on the ship, Petra slipped into her bikini, washed her christened clothes with fresh water and hung them on the rail to dry.
By Bruno (copyright 2016)
The next evening, shore leave with dinner was announced. The ship was at anchor in a dreamy bay, along with three other sailing ships. It had been a long day, they had been on the move since nine in the morning, and that in a good wind. The first group with Christian, Petra and Rosie was already on the shore and the skipper had returned to pick up the rest of the group.
Only Rita in tight, light blue jeans and a red T-shirt and Fritz stood by the railing and climbed into the boat.
"Where's Roland?" Asked the skipper
"He's sleeping, let's leave him and see what he does".
The dinghy, that's what the rowing boat is called, was maybe 20 meters away from the ship when Roland appeared cursing at the railing. Rita shouted back that he should just swim ashore when he is hungry.
Without hesitation and without taking off his canvas shoes, long pants or shirt, Roland jumped into the warm water and swam after the dinghy. Fritz and the skipper started rowing faster. Roland was a good swimmer and slowly came closer despite his inappropriate swimwear.
The group on the beach had of course watched the whole race and now started cheering on the "competitors". The men took Roland's side while Rosie, on the other hand, stood by her friend and encouraged the rowers to do more.
Perhaps 20 meters from the jetty, Roland's hand grabbed the rope that runs around the rubber boat and had thus caught up with the boat. The men on the beach cheered. Rita and Fritz got a little restless, while Roland hummed happily on the edge of the boat.
Slowly he ran his cupped hand through the water and without anyone realizing it, poured its contents directly behind Rita's back onto her seat. Delighted he watched how the tight denim eagerly soaked up the water. He repeated the whole procedure a few times until Rita finally jumped up and shouted
"My bottom's really wet!"
In fact, there was a large dark patch that stretched from her firm cheeks to her crotch. The ribald comments of their friends were not long in coming, because the boat was less than 10 meters from the small dock and everything was clearly visible.
Rita realized that Roland is the cause of her wet butt and leant down to scold him. At which point he grabs her arm and slowly pulls her out of the boat. She screams:
"No!, no!, no! not in my clothes and shoes"
Which was heard far and wide as she plunged head first into the warm water, which immediately enveloped her, instantly soaking her clothes. She surfaced and swam ashore. The rest of the group stood there laughing. Now she no choice but to see the funny side and started to laugh too. Soaking she waded out of the water, looked down at herself briefly and said only:
"Looks quite sexy, don't you think", and began to pose a little in front of the others.
In the meantime the rubber boat was moored, Roland also got out of the water and the crew was complete.
"Do you want to return to the ship," asked the skipper.
Rita and Roland decided that they weren't cold and that their clothes would dry quickly, and started walking towards the restaurant together. The splashing of the wet sneakers was unmistakable.
In fact, after ten minutes, apart from the puddle under the chairs of Rita and Roland, there was nothing much to indicate, at least at first glance, that they were completely wet. This is a little crazy and weird, thought Rita, sitting in a restaurant in wet clothes, with tasty Greek wine and excellent food, while (almost) all other guests are normal and dry.
When they left the bar, she let her friends feel her pants again. They were almost dry, only the seams and the crotch were still wet.
As a precaution, when she got back to the ship she rinsed her things with fresh water and hung them the railing to dry. A red thong next to a white panties, next to it a pair of jeans and trousers, a shirt, a T-shirt, a red cup bra and two pairs of shoes.
The sailing holidays are slowly coming to an end, just two more days to the home port. Tonight they are moored in a well-developed marina, which is a port for pleasure boats with all the necessary infrastructure. Here you also met tons of like-minded people and cheerful celebrations were inevitable. There were definitely people from 5 different ships at the same table. A lot of sailing jargon was spoken, and the stories were eagerly washed down with beer or wine.
Our crew was no exception. Everyone, even the girls talked a lot louder, their eyes were a little glassy and the stories were always great. Eventually it was time to crawl back to the berths and we went loudly, complaining all the way from the restaurant down to the marina.
Because of its size the Neptune was the last ship in the row, to starboard (right). Completely engrossed in conversation, Rita and Roland stumbled past the ship towards the end of the jetty and were only saved from a sobering bath, at the very last moment, by the shouts of the skipper.
The whole group was now at the ship and Rita told everyone how they had almost walked off the end of the jetty and into the water, illustrated with excessive gestures.
What happened next was almost inevitable, she lost her balance and tumbled head first into the dark water. She was quickly fished out again and her dripping blue jeans glisten in the light of the lamps and the soaking wet T-shirt could only emphasise her nicely shaped breasts.
The whole group stood around them laughing and silly until someone suddenly gave Roland a push too, so that he fell backwards into the water. Roland surfaced and Rita reached out amicably to help him out of the water. A grip and a jerk and Rita was back in the water, which was greeted with laughter from the rest of the party.
Fritz then stalked up to Rosie to help get her into the water too.
"Look-out Rosie" shouted Rita, and Rosie side-stepped Fritz, who reached into the void, stumbled and fell into the water himself. Another huge laugh from the others.
Finally they were all on the dock and started to board the boat. Roland went on board first, followed by the dripping wet Rita. This made the plank quite damp and slippery. There were some difficulties until everyone was safely on board.
The next morning, almost the entire railing had been turned into a clothesline. Three pairs of pants, four tops, some underwear and black stretch pants. But that was Rosie's pants, along with the white blouse, which dried here in the morning sun!
At breakfast the skipper asked casually:
"Who the hell fell in the water yesterday, and I didn't even notice!"
A slight blush from Rosie revealed everything. Quite a coincidental one:
"I saw you still go dry in the berths on the ship"
This then brought some things to light. Rosie started to talk a little hesitantly, because it was actually a little too intimate for her. Apparently she hadn't been able to sleep and had gone back on deck shortly after everyone had disappeared into their berths to get some fresh air.
Fritz had appeared a little later and they had begun a whispered conversation. At some point Fritz commented that it was a shame that he hadn't managed to push her into the water, as her black stretch pants would have looked at least as sexy as Rita's Jeans. After some teasing, Fritz finally bet her a bottle of champagne that she wouldn't dare go swimming in those tight pants.
Rosie did not have to think twice. She got up and slowly but firmly climbed down the bathing ladder while Fritz watched agape. With every step the water rose higher. First it washed around her slender ankles, then climbed up to her knees and thighs. She felt so weird with her legs wet and even weirder that she was intending to go swimming like this.
It wouldn't be the first time she had worn clothes in the water, but this would be the first time she had gone in on purpose. At the next step, the wetness crept into her crotch and her back was encased in the cool water. Now there was no going back and she slowly let herself slide into the water until her bra filled and her white silk blouse was immersed to the top button.
Actually, it was a nice feeling to be caressed by the soft wrapping of the water and she decided to swim a few strokes before climbing back on board to join Fritz. The water slowly seeped out of her clothes and formed a large puddle on the deck, while Fritz mischievously admired her great figure and paid her some compliments, which she to self-conscious to accept.
In fact, her already tight-fitting trousers now looked like they were painted on, and shone in the dim light. Her blouse, however, could no longer hide her black bra.
The others had forgotten about the boiling water on the stove, which was now hissing and harshly calling them all out of their dreams. The excitement was over.
Today the last section of the route had to be mastered and the expiry was accelerated by hard work. The sails were already full again and our crew drove towards the home port, where a last dinner together was waiting for them. After mooring the ship was roughly cleaned and our friends looked forward to a last enjoyable evening. The last bottles were uncorked and sipped with relish in the evening sun, while part of the group had dressed up for the evening.
Finally everyone was ready and off we went to an excellent restaurant. Around ten o'clock they had all eaten enough and after a long discussion they asked a taxi driver where else they could go. He told them of an outside disco with an attractive fare and the whole crew decided to go there.
By Bruno (copyright 2016)
It looked great, like a small medieval town with a city wall. Soon the not exactly cheap entry was paid and our friends were allowed inside. No more medieval, a top modern open-air disco, built in the Greek style. They soon got hold of a table, ordered drinks and stormed the dance floor. Hot music alternated with more sensual sounds, followed by sweat-inducing dance. Our crew really enjoyed the power of the music, a contrast to the previous two more contemplative weeks, and danced as much as they could.
In the middle of a hot number Rosie suddenly bursts in between the others,
"Hey, you have to see this, I have never seen anything like it"
and led the whole group to the other side of the dance floor where a real swimming pool was laid out. The pool was illuminated with underwater spotlights and the blue water flashed in the light of the circling spots. A 30cm high wall bordered the pool, with small palm trees planted in a buckets every few meters. These were in turn illuminated with coloured lamps. A wonderful atmosphere. On the opposite side there was even a small slide, perhaps 2m high, which ended directly in the pool.
There was a small skirmish at the edge of the pool with pushes and threats but no one ended up in the pool, though it was still quite funny.
Suddenly Rita rushed off towards the dance floor and then suddenly reappeared on the far side of the pool. Slowly she climbed the ladder and sat cheekily on the slide, but without sliding down. She looked very sexy, sitting on the slide in her short denim skirt, white blouse and flat sandals.
A couple of boys walked past and mimed pushing Rita into the water, but nothing happened.
When Rosie said,
"let's go over to Rita"
the whole group followed. Just as they got there, Rita slipped down the slide with a hoot and plunged into the cool water with a huge splash. She surfaced to wave her friends cheerfully, then slowly swam to the ladder and climbed step by step back out. The water gushed out of her clothes and the Mini skirt had slid a little too high and showed white lace stretched over her wet ass. She quickly pushed the hem back into place and began to flirt with her friends, and tried to dunk one of the men.
With the result that she was grabbed by the hands and feet and thrown, accompanied by cheers, back in the pool.
A brief glance between the men set them off and in a flash they all chased after Rosie who tried to escape screeching. How she managed not to slip in her high heels was amazing but she couldn't escape. Mercilessly she was carried to the pool by hands and feet and on the count of three she flew into the pool. In a flash she was swallowed up by the water and then emerged laughing.
Her now pitch-black hair stuck to the her face and shimmered nobly in the flashing of the disco lights. With strong strokes, she swam over to Rita.
As the men now looked around for Petra, she was nowhere to be seen so they concentrated on Rosie and Rita, who were just getting out of the pool. In contrast to the shiny jeans mini, which had slipped back up high, Rita's black stretch pants and the red stretch T-shirt looked as if they had been painted on. The men were captivated by the sight.
Rita and Rosie explained that it was not fair that they were the only ones in the water. The got support from Fritz, and between them they first carried Roland and then Christian into the water. And then the two girls carried Fritz. It was swimming and diving, splashing and splashing, shouting and giggling, the four clearly enjoyed the swim.
After a while the five decided to storm the dance floor once more and warm up, which they did extensively. They also drew some funny and curious looks from other dancers, because their dripping, shiny clothes and the pools of water they were leaving were unmistakable.
But where had Petra gone? They let their eyes wander, looking for her. Then they spotted her, near the exit, talking to another girl. She looked pretty, in a blue and white striped, knee-length, wide-swinging skirt. The top buttons on the white blouse were open and her brown feet, in half-high, white loop pumps, bobbed to the beat of the music.
She looks pretty, just a little dry, you think. The four got together and declared that Petra belonged to the crew and therefore had to do everything they did, including a clothed swim in the pool! But how?
The ideas became more and more bizarre and unrealistic. It was finally decided on this version:
"You are the only one of the crew that has not been dancing in the pool. It is time for you to catch up. Otherwise? Otherwise we'll carry you to the pool and it will be one-two-three and in…"
Their minds made up the crew snuck up on Petra without her noticing. Suddenly she was surrounded, bombarded by questions like "where were you", "what were you doing" and "why did you disappear". Finally the challenge:
"You are the only one of the crew who is still dry, we've all been dancing in the pool, now it's your turn."
Slowly, they lead her towards to pool, helped by her new friend Karin. The closer they got to the pool the more violently Petra resisted. Suddenly she was grabbed by her hands and feet and lifted from the ground. Her wide skirt slid far too high and revealed the secret of her beautiful legs, delicate tights. With loud but helpless protests, she was swung over the pool, 1, 2 3 and in she went.
Karin watched half horrified, half amused. While Petra was still submerged the whole crew jumped in after her. Petra surfaced, her large striped skirt trapping so much air that floated on the surface revealing her legs and white panties. Her small handbag floated two meters further out and one of her strappy sandals had come loose and was lying lonely on the pool floor.
When her four friends surfaced next to her her protests fell silent, then turned into a loud laugh.
"Actually it's not that bad, even though my clothes are soaked its nice to cool down in the water after the heat of the disco. It's really quite pleasant, much nicer than when I was dunked in my long pants, this skirt is much more comfortable, and it's washable, if only at 30 degrees."
Then she spotted her floating handbag and became a little miserable, there were some papers in it that maybe… She quickly swam over to the bag, grabbed it and swam back to the edge where she handed it to Karin for safekeeping, as she was now enjoying herself and wanted to continue fooling around with her friends, splashing each other.
Karin took the wet bag with her pointed fingers and turned it upside down so that all the water could flow out of it. Some of the water flowed into her black high-plateau sneakers:
"ihk!"
Petra really got going and there was a real water fight going on. It was not really clear who against whom, but the main thing was that everyone was splashed and everyone was dunked. After a while the five fighters needed a rest and climbed out of the pool.
Rosie in her denim miniskirt, now a dark shiny blue, Rita in her the jet black stretch pants and last but not least Petra in her striped skirt and white blouse.
It was wonderful to see the water pouring out of their clothes, which in turn clung more tightly to their bodies. Petra's tights in particular remained shiny for quite a while due to water seeping down from her other clothes. With a little imagination and a sense of proportion, nothing was hidden from the connoisseur.
Rosie's dark denim mini covered everything, but her transparent white blouse revealing her black bra made up for it. Rita's black stretch pants perfectly outlined her thong at the top of her long legs, and her red T-shirt clearly outlined the bare facts of what was underneath.
Petra's clothes looked fantastic, the soaked skirt revealed her white panties with a fine pattern, matching the lace bra visible through her blouse and her shiny wet stockings.
Karin remarked:
"Have you seen how you look?"
To which the men replied:
"They look amazingly sexy, why don't you give it a try, see how you look soaking wet, go on, jump into the pool."
She didn't look very enthusiastic and mumbled something like
"you dance in your wet clothes?"
SO our crew, together with Karin, stormed the dance floor again to really heat up. Then we went into the pool to cool off again. Again we encouraged Karin to join in, which she gracefully declined, referring to her clothes and watch. Christian examined said watch it in detail and declared:
"Actually she's right, it's not waterproof".
He exchanged a knowing glance with with Roland and together they grabbed Karin and dragged her to the pool edge. Karin struggled and twisted and turned on the floor like mad, but that was useless. Her feet were already sticking out over the edge of the pool and her black sneakers were touching the water.
Then they went under fully which prompted Karin to utter an indignant outcry. Slowly her hips were was pushed further over the pool and the water rose up her long, brown legs until she was held both arms dangling over the pool immersed up to her thighs, the hem of her red shift dress slowly approached the cool water. She stopped struggling in order not to be dropped, and protested:
"You've had your fun, please don't get me wet, someone help me".
A group of onlookers has now formed around Roland, Christian and Karin. Polarization here too. Some said:
"poor girl, let her go":
others:
"In! In! In!"
Roland and Christian moved her up and down a bit, the hem of the skirt getting dangerously close to the water.
Petra, who was still fully clothed in the water, now approached the helpless Karin and splashed a little water at her and asked:
"You're not afraid of water, are you?"
"No, but I don't want to get my clothes wet, and there's my watch," was her helpless answer.
Roland fiddled with her collar near the zipper and read the label triumphantly:
"Washable at 30 degrees".
Then they slowly lowered Karin into the pool. Slowly the water took possession of the hem of her skirt and climbed higher until it flooded her underwear and soon she was immersed up to her hips. Karin had by now almost surrendered to her tormentors and let everything happen to her without resistance. Only when she submerged her pelvis was a slight sigh heard.
Slowly her slim waist slid into the water and continued deeper until the water finally closed over her breasts. Now Christian mischievously explains to the assembled audience:
"You see, nothing happened to the watch"
and they slowly they lift the dripping Karin out of the water. The first thing she does is inspect her we clothes. The dress, apart from the fact that the colour was much darker and the material was clinging tightly to her body didn't really show off very much. Yes, her French panties could be made out just like her bodice bra. Otherwise everything looked OK and felt so nice and refreshing.
"what the heck",
With a sigh, she took a bold leap back into the cool water to splash around with Petra.
This acted as a kind of trigger as quite a few of the other fans were also looking to cool off in the pool. Most of them without taking anything off, as there was nowhere to leave anything.
A few girls and boys who had a fixed table got rid of their shoes and shirts or T-shirts before jumping into the cool water.
Together with their new friend Karin, the whole crew left the disco together in the early morning hours. They were all still quite damp when they got into the taxi and I would be interested to know what the next passengers thought when they sat on the soaked upholstery.
At the port, Karin said goodbye to the group, and after exchanging addresses, disappeared into her hotel,
The following day we get up, say goodbye, take an hour's taxi ride, a flight and we were back home. It was a wonderful, intense, vacation together. Petra and Christian were particularly taken with the final evening in the disco. It was really fun and tingling to bathe together in their clothes.
When Petra unpacked her still damp things, a sly smile crossed her face, she hadn't missed how her boyfriend had been full of lust, staring at they way her soaked clothes had made her look so sexy on that last day of the vacation.
The next evening they had a meal together with some friends. They met in a fancy restaurant near the city centre. The men wore ties and the two women appeared in appropriate clothing. Her friend was wearing a floor-length skirt with a blouse and Petra had chosen the "little black dress". It was an atmospheric evening, because not only Petra and Christian could talk about their vacation, but the other couple, too, had just come back from their vacation a few days ago.
After two bottles of wine, a four-course menu and lots of jokes and laughter, the decision was made to go home. Petra and Christian chose the path through the park while their friends took a taxi.
As they pass by a large fountain, Petra says:
"My feet hurt, a cooling paddle would do me good".
No sooner said than done, she sits on the edge and swings her feet over the side and immersed her black pumps into the water, where in no time at all they were filled with water.
"Do you like this?"
Completely perplexed, Christian stared at Petra's feet as if spellbound, he sits next to her. Was that his Petra from the pool disco? Petra stood up cautiously and moved towards the centre of the fountain where a female statue functioned as a gargoyle.
The water slowly rose to her knees and slightly wet the hem of her dress. One step further and she was standing under the fountain next to the stone lady. Her little black dress hung from her, completely soaked. With her eyes closed, her head turned towards the sky, she received the water with open arms.
After a while, which seemed like hours to Christian, his paralysis snapped and he moved to join Petra under the falling water. His white shirt became almost see-through as they both enjoyed the refreshing shower.
The way home was far too long and both pairs of hands caressed their partner's moist outer shell until they finally got home and could devote themselves to mutual wet love.
THE END
Bruno