These stories came from Siren's site, where
they were originally published in German. I started translating them, but these days Google is good enough to
do the job on its own.
The three bonus images were rejected candidates for the images I finally used.
Der Pool im Garten
(The pool in the garden)
by matty4
First let me introduce myself: my name is Carolin, but since childhood all my friends have called ma Caro.
I am now 32 years old, but my preference for bathing in normal clothing has remained with me since my youth.
Two years ago I married my long-time friend Rene.
As before, we are overjoyed.
I work at a real estate office, my husband is an IT specialist.
Also two years ago we bought a small but fine family house.
When the house became available my husband and I struck immediately.
As an employee of the real estate office I immediately told my boss that he would not have to advertise this property.
In addition to the house's "inner" qualities we especially liked the outdoor pool in the garden.
With the addition of pool and garden the house was well worth the price.
My husband is not as into Wetlook as I am but he is not averse to a bit of fun in the pool.
So last weekend in the early afternoon I was relaxed on a lounger in the warm sun, reading a book.
I was wearing a white T-shirt.
For comfort, I had no bra.
I also wore frayed denim Hot-pants and, as almost always, a black thong.
After soaking up the sun it was time that for me to cool down in the pool.
I put the book down, go up, and walked slowly toward the pool.
My bare feet felt great as they adsorbed the heat stored in the ground.
I walked to the edge of the pool and stepped into the water.
The cooling effect was gorgeous.
I moved forward a bit and bent my legs wider so I could lower myself into the water,
placing my arms behind me so that I could slide inch by inch deeper into the water.
Eventually the water of the pool reached the bottom of my frayed denim hot-pants and
the lower parts became stained dark blue by the water,
I used my arms again to lift myself back onto the edge of the pool.
This first cooling was already gorgeous.
The water had soaked through my panties and reached my warm skin.
I just sat for a while before using my arms to push off again from the edge of the pool so that I was
standing up to my waist in the approximately 1 meter deep water.
My Hot-pants, and of course my thong, were immediately drenched.
I walked slowly to the other side of the pool.
With each step I took the water rose higher on my body as the pool gradually deepened to about 1.5 meters.
My white shirt clung tightly to my body and concealed nothing.
Once on the other side I bent my knees a little so that my shoulders were completely under water.
I leaned my forearms on the edge of the pool and lifted my body, while performing little swimming movements with my feet.
I could feel my shirt sticking to my back when I lifted myself out of the water.
It was a wonderful feeling.
Then I turned around again and standing with my back to the pool's edge I dived completely under the surface.
When I resurfaced the water ran off my head and over my face.
I repeated this several times.
Then with a few strokes under water I reached the opposite side of the pool.
I braced poolside and climbed out of the pool.
The water ran down my body. A few steps over the warm floor and I was back by my my couch.
Soaking wet, I sat back on it to let the sun dry me while I continued to read my book.
Der Pool im Garten (2)
(The pool in the garden 2)
by matty4
It was so nice and warm that my wet T-shirt and my frayed Hot-pants dried quickly.
Eventually I dozed off, then suddenly a sound woke me.
It was my husband Rene opening the door to the terrace. From there it was only a few steps into the garden.
He kissed me.
He was wearing denim Bermuda shorts and a black shirt.
He smiled when he realized that my clothes were still a little damp.
"You can't resist going in the pool with your clothes on, can you?" he said.
I answered: "You seem to enjoy watching me."
He nodded. "Oh yeah!"
He went to the pool, took off his sneeakers, and sat on the edge, letting his feet hang in the water,
enjoying the refreshment.
He leaned back to enjoy the sun.
I rose from my lounger and went to him.
When I was right behind him, I massaged his shoulders and his neck.
It felt good.
I kissed him on the neck, nibbled on his neck and sucked on his earlobe.
I sat right behind him and wrapped my arms and legs around him.
My hands slid under his shirt and I stroked his belly before sliding my hands up to his shaven chest.
He made comforting sounds.
I know exactly what to do to spoil my husband and give him beautiful thoughts.
I pulled his black shirt over his fuzzy hair.
Shortly thereafter, sparked by my embrace, Renee slid his Bermudas into the water.
He does not do that often, but when he does it's never to my (or our) disadvantage.
He immediately went totally under and was completely wet.
With he cool water running from his face he shook his hair dry.
I slid a little closer to the edge so I could hang my legs in the water.
Rene came up to me and hugged my legs slightly apart so that he could place his head
between my thighs to press gentle kisses alternately onto my two legs.
Gorgeous! He undid the button and the small zip my Hot-pants and pulled them off of me
so I just sat there in front of him with a black thong and the white shirt.
He straightened up a little and hit me with a wet smack on the front of my panties.
This can only get better, I thought.
Seconds later he slipped his arms around my waist and pulled me into the pool
so that I was back up to my belly button in the water.
We hugged each other kissing violently.
I rubbed my stomach against Rene's stomach and could feel that a bit lower down
something was rising inside my husband's Bermuda shorts.
After we had kissed for a while in the water my husband pulled me to the deeper side of the pool
where the water rippled just under my bosom.
My husband hugged me again and pulled me down so that my head underwater.
Here he kissed me again - so long, until I had no more air and had to get back to the surface.
I took a deep breath and immediately submerged again to search for my husband's lips.
The kiss-orgy continued.
At the next break Rene also had to get up.
The next dive was not for kissing, instead my husband massaged my upper body through my underwater shirt.
Through the fabric of the wet shirt I could feel his hands everywhere.
Then his hands slid under my shirt to caress me directly on my skin.
I did the same, exploring his naked upper body underwater.
But that did not matter. I let my hands slide lower and hugged his hips.
From the waist I pushed my fingers down the back of his Bermudas and massaged his crunchy buttocks.
Again and again we light up, now we have found a common rhythm,
And again under, to caress each other under the warm water.
My hands wandered to the waist of a his pants
where I opened the button and zipper of his denim shorts.
I stopped when I noticed that my stroking was already effective.
His boner was already presented to me.
I pulled him under the water surface his Bermudas completely.
Now he wore only his boxers.
The Bermudas sank to the bottom of the pool.
At the next reappearance he turned me around and
pressed my body to the wall at the shallow end of the pool.
My bosom just stood over the pool edge with my white shirt sticking tightly to my breasts.
The rest of my body was underwater.
I felt his hands clinging to my thong panties. He did not pull them off, but just a little to the side.
In the next moment I felt the tip of his erection touch my most sensitive place.
He pushed into me from behind and a little later had filled me completely.
With gentle movements we rocked slowly in the water to reach our climax.
It was not long before we both exploded and the water flowed wildly around our bodies.
Then we stood still for a short moment, tightly embracing in the water,
Before we swam back to the shallow side of the pool and climbed out of the water.
The water ran from our bodies.
Exhausted, we sat side by side on the lounger and let the hot sun dry us out.
Sequel follows…
Der Pool im Garten (3)
(The pool in the garden 3)
by matty4
Continued from: The pool in the garden (2)
After a while I awoke, my sweetheart still slept deeply.
I did not want to wake him so I rose very cautiously from the couch.
My husband's denim Bermudas lay on the bottom of the pool
so I had no option but to get back into the pool for a third time.
At the edge of the pool I crouched down, and with one hand supporting me on the ground, jumped back into the water.
I walked to the place where the pants were lying, took a deep breath and dived.
Snorting and again soaking wet I surfaced with my prize in my hand.
Again, my T-shirt, completely wet and transparent, was glued to my body.
The water ran from my hair and down my face.
I waded back to the far side of the pool and placed his pants on the edge
before I leaned with both arms and pulled myself out of the water.
I picked up my pants and crossed the terrace into the house, leaving a wet trail behind me.
Inside the house, my way led me first into the bedroom.
I had to get out of the wet clothes and put on some fresh dry ones.
The still wet shirt and the thong panties flew directly into the laundry along with
my husband's bermudas and, Oh yes, and my frayed Hot-pants.
I put on fresh thong panties, a dark grey shirt and a pair of Levi 501s.
Because it was still quite warm, I again renounced the bra.
I returned to the terrace where I sat in a garden chair watching Rene, who was still sleeping on the couch,
still dressed only in his boxers.
It was not long before he awoke.
He reached for his black T-shirt and pulled it back over his head.
He tidied himself slightly on the couch before he got up.
Only now did he see me on the terrace and noticed that I was dressed in fresh clothes.
He went back to the pool.
Naughty, he looked over at me before, still wearing his shirt and boxers, he dropped back into the pool.
I wondered what he was up to, because he usually does not like to go to the pool clothed,
that is usually my thing.
Sopping wet he leant on the pool edge and his looked expectantly in my direction.
I immediately understood that he wanted me back in the pool.
He did not seem to mind that I was fully dressed.
What should I do? Of course, I had to meet his demanding looks.
I stood up in his chair, walked slowly towards the pool,
I reached the edge and lowered my legs back again into the water.
My Levi 501s were immediately soaked up to the knees.
He pointed his finger at me, indicating that I should come over to him.
Slowly I let myself slip back into the pool.
First, my thighs, then the rest of my jeans, up to my hips, became completely wet.
The lower edge of my shirt darkened as it soaked up the water.
Slowly I waded towards my sweetheart.
As the water became deeper more of my still light grey shirt darkened, clinging to my stomach and back.
My breasts were still dry when I reached my husband.
Rene leaned forward and kissed me hotly.
His wet hands slid through my still damp hair.
He pulled me up to kiss me even more intensely.
Suddenly he let go of me and I dropped under.
The Cad!
I was submerged again, and once more completely wet, the water ran down my hair and over my face. Well wait, I thought!
With one hand I stroked him over the boxers.
It was not long before I sensed something stirring in his pants.
I ask my husband whether one should be allowed to behave like a woman. He smiled expectantly.
A few seconds later I gave him a wet smack on the front of his shorts.
Wow! I pulled his boxers down to his hips and stretched out lazily his already powerful member towards me.
Eagerly I took him between my lips and sucked and licked.
Rene leaned back, groaning and enjoying my lip and tongue massage.
My sweetheart kicked off the edge back into the pool.
I took a deep breath, dived, and now under the water, worked the best piece of my man.
Underwater, Rene put his hand on my head, but not so heavily that I could not get up for air.
Again and again I surfaced to take a breath before returning to take his strapping cock with my mouth.
Shortly afterwards, Rene sat back on the edge of the pool where I could continue my lip games
above the water surface without breathing problems
But not for long, because my treasure was on the verge of exploding.
My husband pulled me out of the pool.
Exhausted but content I lay beside him with soaking wet Levi 501s, my shiny grey shirt sticking to my body.
His hands slid under my shirt and stroked me.
I could have stayed there forever…
To be continued…
Der Pool im Garten (4)
(The pool in the garden 4)
by matty4
Finally we cooled down, so together we went into the house and headed immediately to the bathroom.
I opened the sliding door of our large shower, turned on the warm water and stepped under the spray
just as I was: grey shirt, Levi 501s and thong panties.
My treasure followed, wrapped only in his boxers.
I put my head to the chest of my best and let the warm water pour down my whole body.
Rene took my head in his hands and licked the water drops from my face.
His kisses wandered down my neck.
He knew very well that I would be completely washed out.
His hands glided lower, wrapping my hips as he pulled my pelvis toward him.
I could sense his desire for me.
Then he pulled up my tattered and shiny T-shirt and I lifted my arms so that he could pull it over my head.
We rubbed our wet bodies together.
Then we took plenty of shower gel in our hands and massaged each other's bodies,
which became nicely slippery.
Rene rubbed his head on my bosom, then moved down to my belly, kissing my wet skin below the navel.
Excited shivers passed through my whole body.
Rene opened my faded 501s, still glued to the body, and pulled them down.
I felt his gentle kisses on my thighs before his tongue rolled around the edges of my thong.
I freed myself from the jeans, which now lay on the ground around my feet.
Immediately, my sweetheart pulled my panties with his mouth.
He bit on the small ribbon and tugged alternately left and right, pulling my thong bit by bit over my thighs and down to my knees.
With a clever move from me, he slipped by himself to the ground.
My darling knelt in front of me and licked the water drops from the trimmed hair of my love triangle,
and with the water streaming over us and I buried my hands in his wet hair.
Rene rose to remove his boxers.
Together we went into a squat and I sat down on his erection.
We were sitting together on the ground, kissing and enjoying the warm water from above.
We rocked to the climax with slight movements.
Rene, with his hands, rattled my hair on my head. A few minutes later, both of us responded violently.
We remained sitting there for a while, however, until our skin became shriveled with water.
Exhausted, we left the shower, dried each other off and dressed ourselves in fresh, dry clothes.
I chose a cool red silk shirt with matching red silk boxer shorts.
My husband chose some new dry tight-fitting boxer shorts and a black T-shirt.
We lay down on the top of the bed, to recover.
In the evening we would be attending a summer party at my husband's company.
Continuation of the story possibly under the title: "The summer party"
Das Foto-Shooting
(The Photo-shoot)
by matty4
A "side story" to: The pool in the garden.
I was quite excited.
Lena, my best friend since our school days would be here any moment.
Lena is a master photographer and wanted to shoot a series of photos of me.
She said in her phone call that she was looking for a completely natural model in front of the camera.
Nothing professional, she'd had enough of that lately.
I, Caro, do not think myself shy, but she was nevertheless skeptical about whether I would be suitable for it.
Lena lead me to understand that I could rely entirely on her.
I was curious.
Ding-Dong! That must be Lena.
I went to the door and immediately we took each other in the arms and after a long time gave each other welcome kisses.
We had not seen each other for a while.
After a coffee and a little chat she came to the point. Lena explained to me her plans.
It was already clear to me that this could be a fun day.
First, the clothes must be chosen.
To start with we decided I should wear a white blouse with slightly washed jeans.
Underneath I wore a black bra and a black thong.
For now we waived the socks and shoes.
Lena set up her equipment as I lay stretched out on the couch.
Once she was ready she immediately set off, giving me instructions on how to lay on the couch and
what positions I should take, with tips and hints on how to change my poses.
Man! Lena continued without end and I immediately realized that she was doing her job with great passion.
After about half an hour, we left the living room and went out to the terrace.
There, too, I had to take different poses at Lena's command.
The camera clicked and clicked.
I could only guess at how many photos of me were already on the memory card.
After a while took a short break for coffee which we drank on the terrace.
Lena's eyes fell on the small pool in the garden, giving her ideas for new motifs.
A short time later, the session continued.
Lena placed me first on the poolside, lying on my side.
Then I had to sit down and test the temperature of the water with my toes.
To photograph my feet from the front, Lena climbed into the pool, showing no concern for her clothes,
like a duck. I could not stop laughing as at first she did not really seem to realise what she was doing.
Her shoes, her socks, her jeans, all were soaked completely.
Her T-shirt was still largely dry, except for a few splashes.
But that was rectified when she leaned forward to get closer to my feet.
Under the T-shirt I could see a white lace bra.
We continued.
Lena's next command warned me that I would not be staying dry for long.
I had to lower my legs slowly into the warm water, gradually turning my jeans darker.
First to just under my knees, then just over and finally almost to my lap.
But she stopped me from getting completely into the pool.
Lena then asked me to take my legs completely out of the water.
She wanted to capture the contrast between the wet and dry parts of my jeans.
The jeans, now stuck to my legs, shone in the sun, and felt heavy.
Lena's next instructions had me lowering my legs back into the water and then slowly soaking the rest of my jeans.
Very slowly!
Supporting myself with my arms I slid centimetre by centimetre into the pool.
The water rose up to my crotch and I could feel it soaking into my thong.
Then it was over, I touched the bottom of the pool with my feet and now stood in the pool with the water
a few centimetres above my waist. My jeans were completely submerged.
Lena ordered me not to move.
She had to climb out of the pool to change something on her camera.
So I remained, almost motionless, in the pool.
As Lena rose out of the pool I admired her glistening skin-tight jeans that were now glued to her legs.
At each step she took outside the pool streams of water flowed down her body.
Her shirt stuck to her stomach and back, but above her bosom she was still dry,
a nice contrast.
After she had finished sorting out her camera she returned to the the pool and the session continued.
Centimetre by centimetre I slowly lowered myself onto my knees.
Lena now demanded that I should slowly submerge.
The water reached my belly and continued up to my bosom.
My blouse snuggled tightly against my body.
Now I had to rise and sit down again so Lena could take new photos.
Each time my upper body went deeper and deeper until the water reached my bosom.
My blouse became transparent and my black bra became visible.
Soon the water reached my shoulders, only a small bit of my collar was still dry.
Now I had to sit down completely and the water entirely covered my upper body.
I knew what was coming next, Lena demanded that I completely submerge myself.
Following her instructions I dived completely under and resurfaced.
I hear the click of her camera.
When I emerged, the water ran out of my hair and over my face.
My makeup was not waterproof, I must have looked terrible… Lena just laughed.
Lena walked backwards deeper into the pool and I had to follow her.
At the other side of the pool Lena was now standing almost to her shoulders in the water
and her long hair, bound into a braid now drifted on the surface.
I was worried about Lena's clearly expensive camera.
But she said that it was not a problem. She'd be careful.
From time to time my best friend let me check the previous photos on the display of the camera.
I liked the photos that showed my head only just above the water surface,
the rest of my body was completely under water.
And I was right, my makeup ran down my face in dark streaks.
Lena placed her camera on the side of the pool,
and used her fingers to wipe the remains of my makeup from my face.
She delicately stroked her fingers over my cheeks and around my eyes.
A shiver went through my body.
Two women, both fully clothed standing up to their shoulders in a swimming pool,
one of them affectionately caressing the other's wet face with her fingers.
What would an external observer think of this scene?
But the pool is not visible from the outside.
After my face was surely freed from the smeared makeup, Lena came closer and
completely surprised me by pressing a moist smacker on my mouth.
My whole body seemed to be taken over.
Sequel follows…
Das Foto-Shooting (2)
(The Photo-shoot, part 2)
by matty4
Continued from: A "side story" to: The pool in the garden.
Lena was also surprised by herself,
I could tell from her reddening face.
She put her camera aside and we looked at each other a little puzzled.
Lena was the one who started again.
She put her hands around my hips and pulled my body toward her.
Our bellies touched under the water. Mine was still covered with a thin wet white blouse
while Lena white T-shirt stuck to her.
Lena's hands continued to float under water as she embraced my neck with her arms.
We stared deeply into each other's eyes.
I was the one who took the next step and put my arms around Lena's neck.
I took her head in both hands and pulled her slowly towards me and kissed her on the mouth.
I followed with tender kisses to her cheeks and throat.
Lena's wet body was a little shudder.
I turned her around and kissed her the small drops from her neck.
Stanging right behind her, my breasts pressed against her back, I let my hands slip to her belly under her T-shirt.
I stroked her navel before sliding my hands up her body and finally covered her bosom,
still encased in the white lace bra.
I could feel Lena moaning softly.
What am I doing? What are we doing? Anyway to think about it, it was already too late. But how far will it go?
Lena slid her arms under my blouse, then walked her hands to the front of my jeans.
I could feel her fingers at the top of my thong.
What is she doing? I wondered.
Now I feel that Lena's fingers pushed inside my thong panties where they reach my most sensitive place.
I groaned softly and gently bit into Lena's shoulder.
She shrugged and removed her hand from my panties and jeans.
Well wait, I thought, I can do that too.
I slid my fingers inside Lena's jeans and panties.
I felt wet lace, her bra and panties must be a matching set.
Lena breathed faster. My best friend turned back to me and my hands automatically slipped out of her
panties and jeans. She embraced me in her arms and lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around her hips.
Lena carried me through the pool as I looked deeply into her eyes.
Then I lost myself abruptly and was briefly completely submerged.
Again, she licked the water drops from my face.
And again her mouth landed on my mouth. But not only that, I could feel her tongue pushing between my lips.
I returned the pressure and our tongues were playing with each other, sometimes in my mouth, sometimes in Lena's "sugar pie".
While we were kissing endlessly
Lena's hands walked back under my blouse and opened the clasp of my bra and she
cleverly pulled it out without having to open my blouse.
I did the same for her.
Now our breasts pressed together in the water,
ust separated by a transparent blouse and a white T-shirt.
I stroked Lena's back again and then walked my hands lower to caress her buttocks in her wet jeans.
Lena kissed my forehead gently and sucked the water out of my damp hair.
Then she moved to my jeans and underwater she opened the button and the zipper.
Again I felt her fingers as they worked their way into my thong.
My senses almost disappeared.
Lena dived in front of me, stroking my jeans under my thighs.
After another deep breath she dived again before me, to completely rid me of my pants.
The jeans immediately sank to the bottom of the pool.
I retaliated by pulling her T-shirt over her head and let it sink to the bottom.
Now we were half naked in the pool: I without pants,
just a thong and a transparent blouse and my girlfriend Lena in tight jeans with no top.
I nibbled at Lena's bosom, then went lower and lower and under water played my tongue on her belly.
Soon I had to breathe again and returned to the surface.
Both of us were in a state of intoxication, which now seemed to be coming to an end.
We still did not understand what had just happened.
We both wanted to get back to normal, if that was still possible.
Lena grabbed her camera and moved to the other side of the pool.
I collected my jeans, Lena's shirt and the two bras and took them also to the shallow end.
We swung out of the pool and Lena put her shirt back on.
I had no chance off pulling the wet jeans over my wet legs.
I suggested that we should take a shower, after that I would find Lena some suitable dry clothes.
She had nothing to change into because what had just happened was not planned in any way.
Quickly we crossed over the terrace into the house leaving a trail of water behind us.
Should the story end or be continued at this point?
Das Foto-Shooting (3)
(The Photo-shoot, part 3)
by matty4
We arrived at the bathroom and did not have to argue long about who would use the shower first,
we have a large shower with room for two people, as I have demonstrated frequently with my husband.
And now I tried it with Lena. We both stepped into the shower just as we came out of the pool.
Lena in her clinging shiny jeans and white shirt, me in my black thong and transparent white blouse clinging to my body.
We come closer under the streaming warm water.
Lena took my hips and pulled me towards her, kissing me again.
I wrapped my arms around her neck and our tongues played wildly.
We pulled out each other's shoulders, then I opened the button of Lena's jeans,
pulled her zipper down and tried to free her from the wet pants, which was not so easy.
Now Lena's white lace panties came to the fore.
Now, wearing only our panties we spread lots of shower gel over each other's bodies,
and despite the warm water I got goose bumps all over.
Lena turned her back to me and I took another handful of shower gel and massaged it onto her wet body,
from her bosom down to her belly.
Then I slipped my fingers in inside her panties and tenderly stroked her most sensitive area.
Then we exchanged roles and Lena soaped me.
She also started on my bosom, went over my stomach and finally slipped her fingers into my panties.
I was closer to the flow, when she kissed my neck and then worked my shoulder with tender bites.
Our fingers were quite wrinkled when we left the shower and dried ourselves about half an hour later.
I went to the bedroom to get some dry clothes.
For Lena I found some black lace panties,
a black shirt and grey jogging trousers and white sports socks.
I put on a fresh black thong and a matching bra, then black leggings and a pink shirt.
We drank another coffee and let our hair dry from the air.
We cuddled on the sofa kissing. Finally, Lena had to go.
She packed her equipment and I gave her a plastic bag to pack her wet things in.
She said goodbye and set off home.
I, on the other hand, stayed on the sofa, a bit confused, trying to process what we had just experienced…
The end.
Hochzeitsreise auf die Malediven (1)
(Holiday in the Maldives)
by matty4
Two years ago, I, Caro, married my long-time partner Rene.
Now, two days after the wedding celebrations we are on our honeymoon, two weeks in the Maldives.
We were staying on a small islet with a single tourist hotel.
After about 10 hours flight we reached the main airport of the Maldives.
Our journey was not over yet, a speed boat took us tourists to the smaller islands,
our island would be the second destination.
Completely exhausted by the long flight, we first checked in at the main building.
The hotel staff took our luggage to our cottage while we enjoyed our welcome cocktail at the small pool bar.
The main house stood on a small island and guest accommodation consisted of small huts,
which stood on stilts on the water of the Indian Ocean with access to the beach via small bridges.
After we had sipped our cocktail, we absolutely wanted to check out our love nest for the next two weeks.
The cottage was about one meter above the water surface.
At this point I estimated the water to be between 1.30 and 1.50 meters deep.
The house itself consisted of a bedroom, and a small room,
with a with table with two chairs and an integrated couch.
Both rooms were facing the ocean so we could always see the sea.
Before that was a porch with a small seating area in the corner with
a staircase that led directly to the Indian Ocean.
At first we unpacked our things, then we switched out of our travelling clothes, which were much too warm and so sweaty.
We planned to use the outdoor shower on the porch. I stripped down to my black thong and bra, Rene remained
in his boxer shorts.
We did not know until that time, that the outside shower was protected from prying eyes and we could have showered naked.
As I was refreshing from the gorgeous shower my treasure opened my bra and dropped it to the ground.
Then I brushed my thong over my thigh and let it slide down my legs while Rene parted from his boxers.
Without bothering to dry we lay down naked on the sun loungers on the porch
and savoured the warm evening sun, and dared a little nap,
there was another hour until dinner in the main house…
For dinner we had to find something to wear.
I chose a white lace panties with a matching bra and a thin blouse that was almost transparent
even when dry. And finished off with white Capri trousers.
My husband put on a plaid boxer's hat, a beige linen shirt, and a white summer pant.
When we were ready and went over the wooden bridge into the main house.
The dinner was delicious.
But before we went back to our cottage, we set off around to explore the island.
Around the entire island was a very fine sandy beach, which had a very gentle slope.
We took off our shoes and ran through the water.
The waves were extremely gentle,
but, nevertheless, now and again a wave would rise slightly higher, and soon the bottoms
of our pants became soaked.
The island was smaller than we thought and very soon we had returned to the footbridge,
that led back to our cottage.
We looked at each other and it was clear that we would not be using the footbridge.
Slowly we walked into the sea.
Because the slope was so gentle we would only be getting wetter very slowly,
first up to the knees, then to the thighs.
By the end of the bridge the water had still not reached the waist of my Capri trousers,
so my panties were still dry.
My husband was only up to the middle of his thighs.
Rene took me in his arms and kissed me and
our hands went over and underwater on a discovery trip.
We became hot stroking each other, and while doing so we had tugged off each other's wet pants
and thrown them onto the veranda of our hut.
Then, with me wearing my white lace panties, matching bra and thin white blouse,
my treasure lifted me onto his back and walked deeper into the water.
When the water was up to my chest he let go of me.
I dived and came back to the surface.
Immediately he lifted me up again so that I could look him deeply in the eye.
The water ran out of my hair leaving it sticking wet to my head.
Rene leaned forward so I could lower my hair back into the water so that there
that there were no more strands in my face. My wet hair now hung down my back, or rather down the back of my wet blouse.
We stood in the water for a while enjoying our togetherness.
Then we swum back to our house and climbed the ladder onto our porch.
After showering the salt from our bodies - with our clothes still on, of course.
We then pulled off our wet things and hung them to dry on the edge of the porch.
The wind and warmth will probably have no trouble drying them.
We dressed in dry clothes again.
I chose a red thong and a white tank top.
My husband went for close-fitting boxer shorts and a green T-shirt.
We lay on the verandah lounger for a while before we went to bed completely exhausted.
We did not have to give everything on the first day…
Hochzeitsreise auf die Malediven (2)
(Holiday in the Maldives, part 2)
by matty4
The next morning I woke very early.
It was the madness, my treasure and I were in paradise.
And we had another two weeks, well almost. My husband had also just woken, rubbing his eyes.
Then he gave me a long kiss, as always, when we wake up in the morning.
We got up and went to the porch to enjoy the sunrise.
The wind went lightly, causing my night-shirt to blow around my body.
I walked down the stairs to the ocean,
sat on a step and lowered my feet into the warm water.
Rene sat next to me and did the same.
He put his arm around my shoulder and caressed me.
Little by little I felt a light feeling of hunger. Breakfast!
Breakfast, lunch and dinner are served in the main house on the island, though,
by special request, one could have the food delivered to the huts.
So far we have stuck with the main house, so we had to go.
We were still in our night clothes, I wore the red thong and the white tank-top
while Rene was in his tight boxer and the green shirt. This dress code would have worked
if we were staying in our hut, but since we were taking breakfast in the main house we would have to change.
We returned to the bedroom and rummaged through the closet.
Rene opted for knee-length bathing shorts and retained his grey shirt. I, once again, had the bigger problem,
common to all women, a full wardrobe but nothing to wear, which gave me a great idea.
I pulled a white summer skirt out of the closet.
However, I did not put it on. Rene looked at me stupefied.
I suggested to Rene that we should skip the footbridge to the main island,
but instead go through the water and along the beach.
The water here would go straight up to my hips, while my husband would be about halfway up his thighs.
This would be no problem with his bathing shorts, for me, I will put my skirt on when we get to the
beach.
Said and done.
We descended the small staircase to the water, walked around the hut and then alongside the footbridge to the beach.
The water was wonderfully warm, but not as still as the night before.
A small wave caught us from behind and hit our bottoms.
My thong was wet and my tank top took a few splashes on the back.
The legs of Rene's bathing-shorts were also wet.
When we reached the beach, I pulled my skirt over my wet red thong.
Immediately the skirt became transparent where the material stuck to my wet thighs.
Would you go to breakfast like this? We decided to make another round of the island.
The fresh wind and warmth would enable us to arrive at breakfast dry.
My thong felt a bit clammy, but one could no longer tell that I had been caught by a wave a quarter of an hour ago
and had been soaking wet. The same went for my husband's swimming trunks.
After an extensive breakfast we returned to our hut.
At the footbridge we glanced briefly at each other, our looks confirmed that we would no tbe using the bridge.
Without hesitating for a moment we set off into the shallow water. When it was knee-deep the hem of
my skirt touched the water.
The soft white fabric, snuggled tightly against my thighs, became instantly transparent.
When we reached the stairs leading up to the porch my skirt was now completely soaked, letting my red thong shine through.
While we were standing in the water wondering what we wanted to do next.
My treasure suggested snorkelling, we could explore the underwater environment of our cabin.
I agreed immediately and climbed the stairs to the hut.
The water ran down my legs while the skirt clung to me like a second skin.
I knew that Rene was standing right behind me and wiggled my bottom.
From experience I knew that it would make my best hard.
He gave me a light slap on my butt, how fresh! But we were going snorkling.
We collected our snorkelling gear but, as we already at least partially wet,
we renounced bathing suits and set off dressed as we had been
at the breakfast table a few minutes earlier.
I descended the stairs, drew my mask and snorkel, and dropped myself to the sea, to attach the fins.
Experience shows that this is better done in the water.
Rene did the same thing and our journey of discovery started.
The warm water encircled my body,
the white skirt and tank-top allowed the water to flow between the material and my body.
Despite the warm water, shivers ran down my spine.
I reached for the hand of my husband and together we snorkelled ahead.
Continue?
Hochzeitsreise auf die Malediven (3)
(Holiday in the Maldives, part 3)
by matty4
After a short time we reach a sandbank, about 500 meters from our cottage.
We can both stand comfortably, the water reached to just under my bosom.
We took off our diving masks, snorkels and fins.
Everything fell to the ground as we pressed against each other.
The hands of my lover went on an underwater voyage of discovery.
He stroked my back and massaged my buttocks under my skirt.
Then he went to his knees, lifted my skirt, and with one slip he pulled down my thong.
Before he could drive under the ocean, I grabbed him and wrapped my arm around him.
Rene pulled his shorts down under water and I began to massage his rascal with my hands.
Then I dived down in front of him and played at his best part with my lips and tongue.
Probably my husband was close to explosion as, suddenly, with his strong arms, he reached under my arms
and lifted me out of the water.
I wrapped my legs around his hips. We kissed each other passionately.
Rene then entered carefully into me.
The waves rocked us gently and after a few minutes we both came quite violently.
Sex in water on a sandbank - indescribable.
I sliped under the water again into and pulled my thong back into place.
Then we recovered the snorkelling equipment and swam back to our hut.
This action has used quite a lot of energy, so exhausted, we climbed up the ladder to our porch and collapsed onto
the beach chairs.
Completely soaked, we let the warm sun dry us.
As our clothes dried my once transparent skirt and tank top returned back their normal white color, while
Rene's shirt changed from dark green to light green.
It was time for a small afternoon snack.
We will again not use the bridge nut make use of our watery route to the main house on the island,
but because we did not want to arrive in soaked clothes, careful planning was necessary.
Rene had it easy, he just took a new bathing shorts, which dry very quickly.
I chose a white thong, white shorts and a black blouse, which I knotted over my belly.
Even if the shorts got wet you would not notice the white thong underneath.
And the knotted blouse left my belly free so it would not get wet.
So was my plan was in place. Rene was wearing a light blue t-shirt.
We went back to the stairs leading from the porch to the ocean.
The water was calmer now, the waves weaker and my white shorts were just a little bit wet at the bottom.
Not bad.
Rene lifted the legs of his trousers a bit high and arived almost completely dry on the island.
Down to the main house for lunch.
Afterwards we explored the area around the main house, there was even a pool.
We wondered who would use it when the super-warm ocean was only a few meters away.
Then we discovered that on one side of the pool there was a bar.
The bartender was in the dry, while the guests had to sit on bar stools,
fixed to the pool floor leaving the seats just under the surface of the water.
To reach barstools we would have to enter the pool.
After our exploration we set off around the island inour usual way, to get to the footbridge, or to our cottage
we remained faithful and waded again through the water.
And this time, too, we stayed almost dry.
A small wave soaked the bottom of my shorts,
Then more water came in and reached my thong.
We lay down on the sunbeds and slumbered a little.
For the afternoon we had booked "Stand Up Paddling".
We had never done something like this and we were curious about it.
Hochzeitsreise auf die Malediven (4)
(Holiday in the Maldives, part 4)
by matty4
The two boards and the accompanying paddles were brought to our cabin by the hotel staff.
Perfect service. We can start the adventure. We had decided to skip the instruction,
we could figure it out for ourselves, we thought.
There remains the question of clothes.
We thought about wearing our black surf shorts. On one hand they dry quickly, but on the other
hand the offer poor sun protection, so we decided on swim-shorts.
We got out of the clothes we wore at lunch.
I put on tight light blue bathing shorts with nothing underneath, and a surf shirt, also over my bare skin.
Rene did the same.
In the dry state these shirts are beautifully airy, when you are wet they stick like a second skin to the body.
Down from the porch into the water and around to the side of the hut where the boards were moored with their paddles.
Then we were off. We managed quite well to climb onto the boards.
We had already learned this on a surfing course two years ago.
But standing up was quite difficult, uecause, unlike the surfboard, there is nothing to hold on to.
The paddle made balancing difficult and in the attempts to stand up we both ended up in the warm ocean more than once.
Soaking wet we climb back onto the boards, and each time got a little further before ending up back in the warm water.
Eventually we made it, we stood on the boards and could keep our balance long enough to start first paddle trials.
Fortunately the wind had slowed and the ocean had hardly any waves.
We paddled at a distance of approximately 30 meters from the shore to the island.
Sure, we fell off from time to time but by the end we had become quite adept.
Rene said we should return to the island, a few meters before reaching the sandy beach
we jumped from the boards into the nearly waist-deep water, then pulled the boards ashore
and lay on the fine sand.
Our shorts and surf-shirts were completely soaked and the sand stuck to our clothes and skin.
We stayed lying for a while and the mmall waves lapped our feet, freeing from the sand.
My darling leaned over and kissed me tenderly.
His hand slid under my wet surf-shirt and initially stroked my belly,
then my breasts, while showering kisses on my neck.
My nipples were very hard.
I turned the tables and let my hand roam under Renes surf shirt, which was still we and gleaming in the sun.
I stroked the well-honed chest of my treasure until he moaned softly.
Before we were discovered or went any further we slowly headed back into the water
to rinse off the sand.
We succeeded more or less. Rene was now lying on his back so that the waves were lapping at his hips,
before rolling back into the sea.
I crawled in the water on all fours and laid down on top of my husband.
I rested my head sideways on his chest, at regular intervals the water rinsed our legs sometimes even more.
Through the wet fabric of my shorts and shirts I could feel the best part of my husband on my body.
We stayed like this for a few more minutes before we got back the boards moved into the deeper water,
stood up and resumed paddling.
A short time later we reached the huts, this time from the other side.
We paddled past them until we reached our hut,
which was on the extreme right as seen from the island.
After we got the boards and paddles back on the we climbed back up the stairs to the porch,
still wearing our surf shirts and shorts.
The wind blew a little cooler, but the dark shirts dry very quickly in the sun and heat our bodies.
As my sweetheart stroked me softly under my shirt my stiff nipples pressed against fabric.
Exhausted, but happy and to a great experience richer we laid down on theporch and slept gently.
When we woke up again it was time for dinner.
We went in our clothes under the outside shower on the porch to rinse out the salt from them
before undressing and rinsing the salt from our skin.
Then we went to the bedroom together to choose our clothes for the rest of the day.
Hochzeitsreise auf die Malediven (5)
(Holiday in the Maldives, part 5)
by matty4
It was time for us to prepare for dinner in the main house.
I put on a white thong and a short white summer dress.
My husband is wearing grey and white chequered bermudas and a dark grey polo shirt.
Again we set off, and again our route to the island did not take us across the bridge,
but directly from the porch and through the water.
I held up my summer dress so that it would not get soaked,
the water reaching to just under my panties.
Rene pulled his bermudas up a bit, so he just got wet legs on the beach.
This time we went straight into the main house.
The kitchen staff had once again surpassed themselves and conjured up a delicious buffet.
After dinner we strolled around/ As we passed the pool we noticed another holiday
couple, about out age, sitting on the bar stools, which stood in the water and were fixed to the pool floor.
The man wore a white shirt and the woman a light blue t-shirt. We could not see what they
wore beneath the waste as the water covered them up to the hips.
To me it was not conceivable that the man was wearing an ordinary swimsuit ot the the woman a bikini crotch,
which meant that they must be wearing normal clothes, which had to be soaked.
Rene and I exchanged knowing glances, we needed no words to confirm our decision.
Slowly we walked down the stairs at the opposite end of the pool,
again I lifted the skirt of my white summer dress, but not so high that you could see my thong,
which meant that parts of my dress touched the water.
On the other hand, Rene made no effort to prevent his chequered bermudas from getting wet.
We arrived at the bar and sat down on the two free seats next to the other couple.
Since the tops of the barstools were underwater I could no longer prevent my white thong from becoming completely wet.
I let let go of my skirt and allowed it to drop into the water.
and it sank into the water and surrounded the barstool like a husk.
I was soaked to my waist.
Renes pants were completely wet and the bottom of his polo was now much darker than top.
We introduced ourselves to the other couple, the woman's name was Silke, the man Michael.
Both were 34 years old, they told us, and it was not their first time in the Maldives.
The two were very friendly.
Silkes' T-shirt was already soaked and I could now see she she was wearing a khaki-coloured pants.
Michael was wearing a black knee-length cargo pants. His shirt too was totally wet.
We sipped delicious cocktails and talked about various things.
The bartender on the other side of the Bar Wall mixed ever better tasting cocktails.
At some point the conversation came around to whether we should do something together.
Silke and Michael tell us that they are passionate divers and tomorrow have planned to take a small boat
to see the corals around the islands.
They invited us to come along and Silke told us that we could borrow some diving equipment.
"Of course, that sounds very interesting" we agreed.
Somehow we decided to let the evening end finished our last cocktails.
We rose from the bar stools and set off together across the pool as if swimming in clothes
was the most normal thing in the world.
We climbed the stairs on the other side of the pool and with each step more of our partially wet clothes
became visible. Through Silke's khaki shorts I caught a flash of a black thong,
and my soaked white skirt revealed the contours of my white thong.
The fabric sticks to my thighs and the water ran from the men's shirts.
We went together around the island. When we got to the bridge, Silke and Michael's path separated from ours.
They climbed up the steps to the footbridge and disappeared into their hut.
We set of towards our walkway but, again, decided walk through the warm water to our verandah.
Since my skirt and thong were still damp, I did not take any special precautions to avoid getting wetter.
We finally reached our hut and I pulled my dress over my head and hung it up to dry, along with my thong.
My darling pulled off his wet things and hung them beside mine.
He slipped into short jogging trousers, while I pulled a long green T-shirt over my head.
Shortly afterwards, we were in the sack and, with my stomach tingling in anticipation of the next, day I fell asleep.
Hochzeitsreise auf die Malediven (6)
(Holiday in the Maldives, part 6)
by matty4
When I woke up the next morning and sought my hand for my treasure, I reached into the void,
Rene was no longer in bed.
This was not unusual because normally Rene is an early bird.
I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and pushed the blanket aside.
I got up and went to the porch.
My husband was already swimming in the warm ocean, and had already had breakfast brought to our hut.
I stretched to get really awake and noticed that I spent the night dressed only in a green T-shirt.
When Rene spotted me, he swam to the steps of the porch.
I went to the stairs and descended two or three steps until my feet touched the water
where I sat on a step and waited for my treasure.
He wanted to give me the obligatory good-morning kiss, but he could not reach me properly,
so I had to move two steps further down.
Now I sat with my naked butt on a step that was already under water, then leaned slightly forward and got a kiss.
Rene's head was now between my thighs, kissing them alternately.
My most sensitive spot was wet by the gentle waves.
The mouth of my sweetheart kissed the area below my belly and shivers ran down my spine.
Then he grabbed my hips with both arms and pulled me into the water.
Immediately my shirt was totally wet and clinging to my body.
Now he kissed my bosom through the shirt, my nipples were immediately hard.
He kissed me on my mouth and took me in his arms.
Through his grey jogging pants, I could feel that his rascal had something to do again.
My husband is carrying me through the wonderfully warm ocean.
I told him we did not have much time as soon Silke and Michael would soon be picking us up for the diving
so he carried me to the stairs where I went up before him.
He pulled me to the outside shower where he somehow managed to let his jogging pants to slip down.
He held me gently while his splendid rascal glided into my beloved cave.
Then he turned on the warm water of the shower.
While the water poured over us we had a gorgeous morning-quickie and in a few minutes we came in unison.
Then we had to hurry.
Still in the wet green T-shirt I carried our breakfast, which had been delivered over the bridge, into the hut.
We ate quickly and prepared for the day, because Silke and Michael would soon be coming by with the boat.
Now we have to choose the right clothes for diving from the wardrobe.
We could only borrow masks, fins, compressed air bottles and breath regulators.
There were no neoprene suits.
Our new friends warned us against the sharp edges of the corals and said
the best way to protect ourselves against injuries is to wear long tear-resistant pants.
And, so that the belts of the compressed air bottles do not cut into our skin we should wear shirts.
The clothing decision was made quickly. I pulled on a pair somewhat old Levis 501s with a few holes
and a slightly worn white T-shirt.
Underneath I wore a camouflage print bikini.
Rene wore olive cargo pants and a white T-shirt.
A short time later, Silke and Michael came by boat.
They could not tie up to the verandah, so we were forced, to walk down the stairs to get to the boat,
so our pants were already completely wet as we climbed into the back of the boat.
We could see that Silke and Michael had already been in the water, because her pants were also wet.
Silke was wearing a pair of jeans that, just like mine, already had slits and holes.
It looked like they belonged to Michael rather than her as they were visibly two sizes too big.
She sat on a small bench and you could see above the waist of her jeans that she wore thong panties.
She also wore a white shirt, with nothing underneath.
Michael was wearing a beige trousers and a black shirt.
The trip to the open sea started. I was excited, like a little child.
