(story translated by Rene)
Alex and Marita got married. I know Alex as we were children, he was my best friend. They had invited me to their wedding-party. Marita's parents have a big house and there the party took place. The afternoon we spent in the house, eating cakes and drinking coffee. A band played and some speeches were made. The bride wasn't there, because the obligatory kidnapping of the bride took place. Many of the guests took part at the search for the bride. I had no pleasure for that game, it was boring because I didn't know anyone.
But one cousin of Marita was, like me, 25 years old. Unfortunately I'm very shy, but after drinking two beers, I was more courageous. Some times later I took all of my courage and asked her, if she want something to drink. Likely she fealt bored too and she was happy that someone talk to her. With a smile she said: "Yes, please, perhaps a cobbler ?" I took a glass and filled it up with the red juice. That her reaction would raise my excitement, you can imagine. Sometimes I'm a big stupid fellow. When I gave her the glass, I let go off the glass to early and the juice splashed over her very nice dress. Stupid boy ! Why had that happen right here, right now? She tried to wipe the juice of her dress, but she couldn't clean it. I only could stutter "sorry".
But I had an idea. I suggested we should go into the bathroom where we could try there to clean her dress. She couldn't look into my face, she only looked on her dress, but because she hadn't any other ideas, she accepted. We went to the bathroom. Because I was cause of the mistake I wanted to make amends. I took the first cloth I saw and went to make it wet at the tap over the bath-tub. I bent down over the bath-tub and opened the tap, but no water came out of the tap. I was wondering what was wrong when suddenly I felt something cold on my head and back. I hadn't opened the water-tap but turned on the shower over the bath-tub. Behind me I heard that she was laughing. I reacted quickly, but in these few seconds my light-brown lounge-suit jacket and my light-blue shirt had changed colour. As I stood next the bath-tub, the water ran from my hair on my shoulders and dropped on my black shoes.
She continued laughing. Because she also a bit wet I also smiled. She didn't stop laughing, so I filled my hand with some water and flicked it in her direction, splashing some drops over her dress. "Oh wait", she said and opened the tap at the hand-basin. She stook her hand under the tap. A big jet of water hit my light-brown waistcoat. Quickly it was no more light-brown, the water had changed the colour into dark-brown. Could that be? Oh no! I went into the bath-tub and took the shower and aimed the jet of water straight at her. She cried out when the water hit her dress. After a short time she ran to me. She got wetter and wetter as she tried to catch the shower but she couldn't get it, because men are stronger than women. I was stood in the bath-tub which was now very slippery and suddenly I lost my balance and landed with a great splash in the now half full tub. Quickly she took the advantage and grabbed my hand hand holding the shower and soaked the rest of my clothes and myself. We got wetter and wetter and by now only a few parts of our clothes were dry. The bath-tub were almost completely filled with water and I had no desire to stand up. Both we were laughing, because it was so funny and she also liked it. We enjoyed it.
After a while we realised that we were at a strange house, completely soaked and without any dry clothes to change into. Even our shoes were completely wet. The bathroom was like a battlefield. Everything was wet. We cleaned up the room and got dry as well as possible. Then we tried to leave house without causing a sensation. The wedding-guests looked at us when we went to my car. It was a exciting wet adventure. Although we liked it, we never did it again. But a copy isn't so good like the original, is it?
It must be in the middle of January, as we had a surprise experience. It seems funny, but in the cold days of January you also can see scenes, you will not see in summer. But back to the beginning: Although it was a clear winter's day, it wasn't as cold as you might think. The sun was shining and it was absolutely calm. So we decided to walk around the beach.
There was high tide at the beach and the waves splashed over the mud flats. We were alone at the beach. I think, that the other people, who also often walk at the beach had their lunch. Some times later we heard hoof-beat of some horses, loud laugh and voices behind us. About 500 m behind us a group of two girls and three boys came along riding on horses. On of the girls liked it, riding with her horse with full speed into the water. The ice-cold waves splashed over her and soaked her jeans. She laughed and shaked her. The other four people tried to follow her, but not so deep. When the five came next to us, they rided slower to pass our group. The girl really was wet up to her waist. She looked at her sweat-shirt very enthusiastic and said to the other: "Hey, Iīm soaking wet !" Her friends noticed that, they couldnīt turn off their eyes from her. They tried to get next to her. One of the boys had the idea, to get the girl out of her saddle and to the water. At that part of the beach, the water only was knee-deep. "Come on, go into the water, itīs a incredible feeling !" But he couldnīt throw her into the water. " If I fall into the water - you come with me !" The group galloped a short track. Meanwhile all of them had found out the fun, because everybody wanted to get as deep as possible into the water. Some hundred meters away, the stopped.
Perhaps their horses were exhausted. The second girls, even wet until her upper thighs of her bright riding-breeches, tried to nudge one of the boys into the water. She made that very well and he lost his balance. He could only catch a sleeve of her jacket. Both tried to find their balance, but - too late. They fell into the cold water. The other three laughed. The jubilation, when they came out of the water, naturally completly soaked, was very loud. Their horses were almost shying. The other girl, who started this joke, followed the two. She went into the water until the waves reached her knees. Then she turned around and looked at the two wet guys. She strechted out her arms and laughed. The two (completly soaked) took this chance and they throwed the girl backwards into the water. Naturally they also jumped again into the water. But now although these hot action, the three became cold, they came (intimate embraced) out of the cold water, went to her horses. Meanwhile the other two boys had waylayed the horses. They hurried themselves to get into a warm house for drying themselves. When they reached us they waved to us and then they galopped away. We never ever thought, that riding could be so exciting.
My little brother had his birthday. He wanted to get a model-boat. Naturally my parent brought one. But what should he do with the boat ? The boat should sail immideately! Where? A big lake was in our town-park. But unfortunatelly my parents didnīt want him to go alone at the park. So I had to go with him. Oh yes, it was a boring afternoon. The boat was swimming and my brother was glad. He steered the boat with his remote control. I sat at the lake and pichted some stones into the water. The lake is a place, where you always can find some people with their model-boats. But today something should happen, what makes a big joy and amusemant to me. One of the ships was caught in a water-lily with the screw.
His owner tried to get the boat out of the water-lily - but without sucess. He was very angry about that misfortune. So he had to go into the lake. That lake wasnīt very deep - at the beach about 80 cm and in the middle about 120 cm. The man pulled out his shoes and his socks. He tucked up his trouser and went into the water. But when he stepped into the water his trouser slipped down and into the water. Moreover the water reached his belt and when he was at his ship the water had reached his navel. So also his shirt was wet. We couldnīt hide our delight in his misfortune. We laughed, especially while he was angry. He ingnored that and went away.
But some times later - my brother said, that boat didnīt drive anymore. I catched the remote control and tried to drive the boat. No reaction ! The ship wasnīt caught in the water-lilies. It didnīt work anymore. What should we do ? Wait until the wind will bring back the boat at the beach ? No. I also couldnīt say to my little brother, that he should go into the water.
So I had to go in.
Because the water was very muddy, I didnīt take off my shoes. Perhaps there could be many pot shards or boxes on the ground. I slipped into the lake and by this time the water reached my bottom, my jeans wwere soaked. It wasnīt cold, about 25 degrees celsius, and because I like wet clothes I was glad about that misfortune of my brother. I waded to the ship and the water reached my belt and later on almost to my sleeves. My t-shirt and my sweatshirt were soaked. I could pull of my sweatshirt, but I didn't, you know why. I enjoyed it wading in the lake and so I went very very slowly to the boat. I also ducked some centimeters into the water, because I wanted to get wetter. Meanwhile I made a wry face, so that you could think that it wasnīt fine. When I came back to the bank, I pulled out my sweatshirt to wring out the water. With every foot step the water flowed from my shoes and the jeans fealt so good. I had a mad time when we went the 500 meters to our house and I enjoyed every foot step.
There are some things, which normally are forbidden, but we like to do such things. One of that is go swimming at night. The youth people of out city met at the our city-bath at 22:00. Iīm sure, the police and the bath attendent knew that, but they didnīt care. To get into the bath wasnīt a big problem because the fence had some gaps.
At the weekend for about 50 people were at the bath at midnight and naturally one of them brought a cassette recorder with him. It was a very incredible atmosphere. Romantic - or what we want to know as romantic. Some boys and girls disappeared into the darkness. Why ? I think you know it. Some places also were in the water, where you could "play" with your boy- or girl-friend. At night - all cats are grey (byword).
Because the sun didnīt shine at night, it wasnīt so warm, so nobody thought to remove their clothes near the pool. Because to do something illegal was more interessting as go swimming. And of course, a little bit of high spirits always were there. Some of us (me too) tried to nudge some of the boys into the pool. And as you can imagine, often we could finish our "work". But the revenge was terrible and often we also had to go into the pool without removing our clothes.
But at this saturday everything was different. About 22:00 we arrived at the bath. Many other boys and girls already were at the bath and we could hear the music. If I say "we" - I brought my two girl-friends Claudia and Simone with me. We were all 17 years old, but we wanted to look older, but in reality we were three teenies, allways giggling. I can say that because these adventures "took place" 10 years ago.
At that time we had our blue-jeans. These jeans were our philosophy of life. With these outfits we enterd the bath area. We jumped over the broken fence. About 20 people were at the bath - mostly boys. There always were more boys as girls at the bath - but that doensīt matter. So the girls got more attention by the boys. We sat next to the pool and were told some "big news", but we had forgotten most of these news at the next day. It was a beautiful night, the stars and the moon were shining. Some days later we could see the moon with his fully state.
And so we could go around without falling over some chairs or air matresses. In fact, most of us brought some alcohol with us. We had a bottle of red wine, which we drunk slowly. Most of the boys drunk beer. Some only drink coke and these people had to endure the banter of the rest of us.
Some time later our heads were confussed by the alcohol. After one hour one boy was close to the pool. And I gave him a kick. Incautiously he was very close to the pool, so he couldnīt avoid my kick and fell into the water with a loud splash. And his jeans, his white t-shirt and his shirt too.
The boys laughed and we too. But he couldnīt laugh because he was not very glad about that. He came out of the pool and he pulled out his shirt and t-thirt. The water splashed over the bottom. We went some foot-steps back, because I expected, he wanted a revenge, but he "only" wrang out his "cool" wet clothes.
But now I made a mistake. I only looked at him and so two of his friends caught me. They pulled me to the pool. Naturally I wanted to defend myslef, but what could I do against the two boys. And with a loud yell I flew into the pool. There was no time to keep shut my nose. My yells were swallowed by the water when I dived into the water.
Oh yes! At that time I already liked the feeling of wet clothes. When I was in the water, I enjoyed my wet clothes and I paddled in the water. My jeans stuck yo my legs and you could se the size of my breasts through my blue T-shirt. But at night, nobody of the boys could see this. Some minutes later, my two girl-friends followed me into the pool, not by thier own will, they were also nugded in by the boys. Four or five of the boys also came into the pool.
But two boys pulled out their clothes. How stupid ! You will always have some kill-joys there. All we splashed at eachother although we were completly wet. But we only were 17 years old and not 18 - and we behaved ourselves. But these times are history. Now you can not go to our bath at night. Sometime the fences were rebuilt and the police strated some nightly raids. But it was a beautiful time and during the summer we had the possibilty to enjoy the feeling of wet clothes on our skin.
It was a wounderful warm morning in springtime. Monika wanted to walk a little bit with her dog Timmy before she had to go to work. Her husband already was gone and their children also were at school. She also had to go to her office and that's why she were dressed up with a white blouse, a short, wide skirt of linen, a big red belt and a snow-white pantiehose. She went to the little forest (not far from her house) with her dog. When they reached the first trees, she took Timmy on the leash. They went on a small path to the little lake - and then it happend: Timy saw a duck, he pulled off from the leash and followed that dog into the lake. Timmy followed the duck by swimming but then the leash caughted in an old tree, which was drifting over the water. Timmy couldnīt come back and he anxious began to howl.
Helpless Timmy swam (about 50 m away from the beach) in the water. Monika still was at the beach. What should she do? There only was one possibilitiy. She had to wade into the water and save Timmy. That idea, to go into these muddy water, was uncanny. She always went into the water only in normal baths. Here - she couldnīt see the bottom of the lake. There was lots of green seaweed floating in the water. Some bubbles of gas came to the surface. That means there is mud at the bottom. How deep could it be? Would the water reach her thighs ? Until under her with skirt? Or would also her crotch get wet? She looked at her little dog and she decided, there was no other way - she had to go into the water. There was no time to pull off her clothes. And so she took the first step into that muddy water. Immediately she was sinking up to her ankles into the muddy ground. Her elegant pumps stuck in the mud and she had to wade on in her stockings. The water becames deeper and deeper and suddenly it reached her knees.
The water gradually rose up her snow-white pantiehose and reached the seam of her white skirt. Monika looked around but there was nobody in the forest. So she tied her skirt around her hips showing her white [STRUMPHHOSE] right up to the top. Then she could wade forward to save her little dog, which howled anxiously. She waded through the green seaweed and her white pantiehose changed the colour into green. But then - Monika got stuck in the mud and branches, which were floating on the lake. Now she needed her hands to come out of these branches. Her skirt slipped into the lake and it was swimming on the water-surface. Suddenly she could free herself and bravely she waded through the water. And then - there was the moment, in which the water-surface reached her crotch. The water was looking for a way to her best corpuscle. Monika took fright and stopped wading - but then she realised an amazing feeling between her thighs. What was that? She was standing in a muddy lake fully clothed up to her hips and her legs were sunk into the muddy ground up to her the knees.
And now - her crotch becames wet - but not only because of the water! But she had to continue wading. Bravely she went on through the seaweeds and the mud. Her red belt sunk into the water. Her white blouse was stinking at her like a second skin. Finally she reached Timmy and she released her little dog. Timmy swam to the beach and Monika stood in that muddy water up to her waist. The little waves played with her stiff nipples. As Monika waded deeper into the lake she rubbed her thighs underwater. Now that elegant woman stands in a muddy lake and wades to her orgasm. The water washed round her body and she saw the water as a good friend, which stroked every part of her body. The water wasnīt a bad enemy. She enjoyed the feeling of her wet clothes, which also stroked every part of her body. And then - when only her head looked out of the water - the big moment arrived - Monika got her first orgasm while she was wading. Monika was exhausted but very happy, when she came back to the beach.
Her white pantiehose had a brown colour from her feet until her knees brown and over her knees the colour changed into green. The white skirt was soaking wet and sticked between her thights. The white blouse had lost the colour and her skin was shining through the blouse. But now - Monika had found a new hobby and she would make it once again. That would be a very long summer. That story can be continued.
Any ideas ?
many thanks to Rene
(story translated by René)
The sun was shining over Vienna. It was a very hot day in july. A 17 years old girl cycled to the inner city. She was invited to a little party of her girl-friend Birgit. Birgit lives near the river "Old-Donau".
Elisabeth looked very good. She had shoulder long brown hair. Elisabeth was dressed up with a white transparent top, a short black dress and black sport-shoes. The party would be very nice, because 2 boys from the neighbourhood (Juergen and Marcus) and a girl from her old school-class (Regina) were invited too. She arrived at Birgitīs house at 1:30 pm. She chained her bike to a balustrade.
Birgit was in the garden. She called: "We are waiting for you. What do you think, we'll do now ?" Birgit smiled. "I thought, we'll make a little party", Elisabeth said and smiled too. "Later on. The boys want to rent a boat."
"But I've no swimwear with me." "Doesn't matter. Come on." The five young people went to the boat- leander. "I don't know", Elisabeth said. But Birgit gave her a little kick and Elisabeth was in the boat. "Sit down and enjoy ", Birgit said.
Elisabeth did it. At first, she took a look at the two boys. Ok, they were not the Californian Dreamboys, but they looked good. And they were very nice. Both were dressed up with t-shirts and shorts. Then she looked to Birgit and Regina. Birgit was dressed up with a violet (SAMT)-top and a narrow blue- jeans. Regina had a blue t-shirt and black skirt.
They pulled over the sea for about ten minutes. The sun was shining and Elisabeth stuck her hands and feet into the water. It was very hot.
Suddenly Markus stand up . "Ok, here is a little shower for you", he said to Birgit. Juergen also stand up and both went to Birgit. They caught Birgit. She protested. "Hey, what are you doing ?" But she didn't resist. Birgit flew into the water.
"Stop", Elisabeth called. She stand up and went to Marcus and Juergen. She wanted to kick both of the boys out of the boat into the water. But she only reached Juergen, he also fell into the water. But Marcus gave her a kick and she lost her balance.
She also fell into the water. Her heart might stand still. She felt the water at her legs. It was like slow motion. The water was rising very slow. Finally also her dress dived into the water. She felt the water through her dress. Then the water reached her top and the top sucked with water. Finally she was completely under water. It was warm. Her clothes rubbed over her skin. She closed the eyes and she enjoyed that experience. Her heartbeat was very quick, and with the one hand she touched over her clothes. With the other hand she touched gently into her crotch and began to stroke over her white slip. "Hold on", she thought. Not yet, not here. And then she had to breathe again. Quickly she came out of the water.
At this time, all of them were in the water. Elisabeth swam back to the boat and enjoyed this feeling of wet clothes. The water runs through her dress and her top. She reached the boat first and tried to get into the boat. But unfortunately, she didn't get in. 3 or 4 times she felled back into the water. But every time, she felled in, she enjoyed it.
Almost the whole afternoon they spent at the sea. They splashed each other, and it was very funny. Suddenly, the five were back into the boat and Elisabeth looked around. Marcus and Juergen looked very good. Their black t-shirts stuck at their bodies. She smiled. Then she looked to Birgit an Regina. It was very exciting. The colour of Regina's t-shirt had changed into the darkest blue, and Elisabeth could see the contours of Regina's chest. She looked at herself. The black dress and the white top stuck at her and cooled her body. With little streamlets the water was running down at her body. It was such an incredible feeling.
Why hadn't she felt this experience in former times ? When she played in the rain at her childhood ? She didn't find an answer of this question.
Birgit stood up and came along. The wet (SAMT)-top looked very good and the violet colour had changed into black. When Birgit stand next to Elisabeth, her wet jeans touched Elisabeth's arm. This feeling was like electric power. She felt, that her slip got wetter and wetter. Her face was red like a tomato.
"It was a great idea, wasn't it ?", Birgit asked. "Yeah, it was absolutely mad. But we'll have a big party tonight, will we ?" "Ok, let's pull back", Birgit said. ...
Elisabeth always will remember to this special day in her life. ...
One week had passed since the day with Birgit. The parents of Elisabeth were gone into the country. Only her older sister was at home. Somehow, her sister had to go out, but how could Elisabeth say this.
"Do you go out this evening?"
"Not at all."
Shit. Elisabeth had planned this day, but now ...
"I've heard, at the 'Gazometer' will be a big party tonight.", Elisabeth said.
"Yes! But, by the way, do you want to leave me the house ?"
" No no, but I thought, today is Friday and you are at home ?"
"You're right, but why do you stay at home ?", her sister asked. "I don't feel well", Elisabeth lied.
The telephone stopped this interesting talk.
The boy-friend of Elisabeth's sister called; he invited her sister to a romantic dinner.
When Elisabeth was alone at home, she went to the pool in the garden. The sun was going down. Time: 7:30 pm. With one hand she touched the water; - it had a good temperature. It would be a wonderful evening. She went back into the house in her room. She opened her wardrobe and looked into. What should she put on ? Perhaps the dress of the last time ? A jeans ? After a short time she had an idea. The best clothes would be her favourite clothes. Some times later she had found something ...
She decided to take a white polo-shirt and a red (SAMT)-skirt, because the (SAMT) felt so good at the last time. Her long hair she tied together with a pink band. Then she also took white socks and the black Nike-shoes. She renounced to underwear. Her heartbeat was going faster and faster. She looked at herself and then she went down to the pool.
At the pool she looked around. The house of her parents was build at a suburb of Vienna in a little and quiet housing estate. High bushed hindered the people at the street to have a look into the garden. It was a wonderful sunny evening. The temperature was about 30 degrees celsius. Once again, Elisabeth looked at herself. Should she put her polo-shirt into the skirt. Yes, she did it.
Ok, there was the big moment. Slowly she went to the pool. Right in front of the pool, she stopped. It wasn't a very big pool, only 4 meters x 2 meters. 1,2 meters deep. But she would not need much space. She could feel the dampness between her legs. What had changed her feelings since the last afternoon at the "Old-Donau" ? What do I do here ?
She set down at the pool and took her right foot into the water. Very, very slowly. The water got through her shoe and her sock. The shoe filled up with water. The same she did with the other foot. All the time she had closed their eyes. Then she opened the eyes. She was at the pool, her legs (with shoes and socks) dangled into the water, and the back of her skirt also was wet. This wet (SAMT) what a greet feeling.
Slowly she slipped into the water. The water rose up at her body. When she stood in the pool, the water reached her navel. It was warm. She enjoyed the feelings of her wet clothes. She dipped her right hand into the water. Then she dropped some water over her left shoulder. At the white polo shirt. The same she did with the other side, her breasts and her back. She felt the water through her polo shirt. It was running through the material. The water was running down at her body. She never had such a fantastic experience. Slowly she slipped deeper and deeper into the water. The surface rose up to her elbows, then to her arms. She stopped. She tried to comprehend this situation.
The skirt was whirled around in the water and rubbed at her skin. It was perfect. An observer would think: crazy. A girl, almost a young woman slipped slowly a pool fully clothed. But for Elisabeth, it was the best time. The water always rose up. Now the surface was at her neck. She dived completely under water. For a moment, it was the same feeling like in the "Old Donau". With the hand she touched gently into her crotch. But now she noted the two big differences: She was alone and she had no underwear. She began to caress herself. Now she had to breathe again. She dived up. She drifted at the surface; her eyes wer closed.
One hand explored her breasts. She took the other hand to her skirt and later on into. She felt the end of her polo-shirt. She took the shirt and began to stroke at her crotch. At first slowly, then faster and faster. She stroke her shirt at her crotch in small circles. She felt the water running the the shirt and through the skirt. The circles were smaller and smaller. Meanwhile with the other hand she touched gently from her chests to her abdomen and back. Up and down. The circles around her crotch were smaller and smaller. She let off the shirt. She brought two fingers into her crotch. Then she got her orgasm.
About half an hour she swam in the pool and enjoyed this unbelievable feeling. Always she touched at her wet polo-shirt, her body and her skirt. The (SAMT) was so incredible. Then she stand up went the the pool-stairs. The sun was setting, but she had switched on the pool-lamps.
At door-window she saw her reflected image. Standing into the water up to her navel. She saw her breasts through the white polo-shirt. When she went out of the pool, she heard a voice.
"Birgit, where are you ? Birgit."
Elisabeth rushed quickly out of the pool, but it was to late.
"I can hear you. Your sister told me, that you are ..."
Birgit came around the corner just in the moment, Elisabeth went out of the pool.
"What are you DOING here ?", she asked. ...
to be continued ...