It was a dull Saturday afternoon and very warm even for late August. I decided to visit an old friend for the first time in a couple of months. She and I were not romantically involved and we didn't date on the regular scene. We both had our own lives and our own significant others. But we did have those special occasions when we got together for some very extracurricular fun. I saw that she was home, for her car was parked in the drive. I rang her doorbell and after a long wait, rang it again. I was just about to turn away when the latch clicked and Nora opened the door.
"Well I'll be!" she began. "Come on in, Bob. Where have you been lately?"
"Oh, I've been here and there."
"I was just thinking about you yesterday. Almost called to see if you were Ok."
"I'm fine, just been busy."
"God, I must look like hell," she exclaimed brushing her hands down across her body. "I just finished painting some shelves." She was wearing a ragged pair of baggy sweatpants, and an equally nondescript dirty sweatshirt. Both garments did a marvelous job at hiding the beautiful rich curves of her sensuous body. The many colors of paint that were visible told me that these were undoubtedly her painting clothes.
"Frankly, I've seen you look better!" I admitted.
Nora laughed. "Fix a pot of coffee. You know where everything is. I'll be back in a minute."
As she left the room I turned to the kitchen and followed her instructions. Then in the living room I took advantage of her wonderful mountain view. She came back after only a few minutes. Now here was the Nora that I was accustomed to.
I blinked twice and swallowed hard. Her shoulder length dark hair had been brushed and pulled back into a ponytail fastened with a small leather clasp. Her long sleeved white nylon blouse with just one button unfastened achieved a moderate vee neckline. It was quite thin and very form fitting as well. Her pants were tight white cotton belted at the waist with a thin leather belt. Unlike most pants they had no pockets. This eliminated the distracting sight of the heavy material of the pockets showing through the pants themselves.
"How's this? Any better?" she inquired. Nora placed her hands on her hips and turned slowly 180 degrees for my inspection. She looked back over her shoulder at me all the time watching the expression on my face.
"Wow!" was my only response.
Through the back of her thin blouse I could easily see the outlines of her bra while across her hips the curve of her panties were plainly visible. The front view was spectacular too. Her nylon blouse showed off the lace pattern of her bra. With her arms akimbo the thin material was pulled sung enough across her bosom that the firm peaks of her nipples were thrust outward against the sheer fabric.
"Coffee done?" she asked smiling broadly at me.
I didn't answer, but followed her to the kitchen. As she walked I focused hungrily on the beautiful curve of her buttocks and the shapely contour of her long legs. We stood by the counter while she poured our brew. I sipped at mine feeling my hands trembling ever so slightly.
"These pants aren't too tight are they?" she asked with a devilish grin.
"No! Not at all! I like tight pants," I replied.
Nora looked pointedly down at the front of my jeans. "Yes, I know! I didn't think you'd mind me wearing mine."
"Not at all. They look great on you."
"I'm glad," she said and thrusting her thumbs into the waistband of her pants gave them a little tug upwards pulling them even tighter into her straddle. "So, what's on the agenda for today," she asked smiling.
I shrugged. "I guess it's up to you."
"Really?"
"Sure, your choice."
"You know we always make love, but we seem to start out by getting soaking wet, one way or the other. Last time...lets see..." She paused in thought with one hand stroking her long ponytail and then suddenly snapped her fingers. "We washed basement windows on the back of the house. The time before that I think was when we washed my car. It was sure fun both times and we ended up with hot and furious love making session both times remember?"
"How could I ever forget?"
"Well you know, lately I've been clicking around on the web, and I found some sites, mostly too gross for me, but they were sites where people got all wet and muddy. Ever run across these when you are surfing?"
"Every now and then."
"Excite you at all?"
"Some of them. Like you say a lot are too 'X' rated for my taste."
"How about it? Want to play the mud game today?" she asked.
"You still have a washer and drier?" I wanted to know.
"Absolutely!" she laughed. "Wouldn't be without one."
"Ok, but where's there any mud around here?"
"I dug out a big area of shrubbery out back last month and it's still nothing but loose churned up dirt. I guess a water hose would make a mud wallow out of it pretty quick."
"Time will tell," I replied.
"Well, let's do it," she exclaimed and setting her coffee mug on the counter started toward the back door.
"Hey! What about your clothes. Hadn't you better go put something on that wouldn't get ruined in the mud? These clothes of mine don't matter at all."
"Doesn't matter at all about these either. I wouldn't have dressed like this if I had cared. Besides the mud will probably wash out all right in the laundry."
I shrugged. "Ok! Lets go."
Nora led the way to the back yard where I spotted the large dirt area right up against the house. Glancing around I saw that there had been no changes made to the tall hedges and fence that surrounded the area for privacy.
"I'll use this hose. There's another one over there in the corner," Nora said and pointed out her directions.
I found the other hose with a large soaker nozzle attached, turned it on full force, and started to wet the garden area. Nora's hose had no nozzle and she kept a finger positioned partly over the end creating a fan like spray of water that she directed back and forth across the dirt.
"It's funny," Nora laughed. "I'm standing here with a hose in my hand and I keep thinking of having an accident with it. It's really hard to keep from getting wet even though I know I have other plans."
"Yea, I know what you mean," I replied and flipped my gushing stream of water towards her playfully.
"Don't you dare," she warned and with a hearty laugh shook a finger at me.
Some minutes later the area was getting to be quite muddy. I laid my hose down where its stream was hitting the back areas and picking up a rake began to stir up and break up the heavier clods of dirt. It soon became apparent that the mud bath was about ready.
"Well, Nora. It's about as muddy as it can get," I said. I slowed the stream of water to a trickle and tossed the hose up in the back area of the mud patch where it would be out of the way, but still handy.
Nora went over and shut off her hose and came back to my side. She placed an arm around my waist and hugged me close hip to hip. This was the first time today that we had touched and it sent all kinds of shocks and quivers through my body.
"What now?" she asked as she studied the shiny wet area of mud before us.
"Well we could simply wade into it lay down and roll around together. That would do it for sure."
"That sounds like it's too quick," she complained.
"There's always a mud fight. We could scoop up and throw mud at each other."
"Hell! I don't like that idea, Bob."
"Ok then, let's just go sit down in the middle and we can neck and cuddle and we'll just see what happens from there on."
"Now that sounds more like it. Let's go!"
Nora stepped into the ankle deep mire and I followed her to the middle of the area. She stopped, stooped down, placed her right hand behind her in the mud for support, and then gingerly sat down. Her knees were drawn up high so all she had wet so far was just the back of her pants and her butt.
"Oh my God! This is great!" she muttered with a little wiggle squirm of her hips. "Cold, but great! I've got the back of my pants all muddy." She raised her supporting hand from the mud and held it out in front of her. "What do I do with this?" she asked gesturing toward her mud plastered hand and blouse cuff.
"Your choice," I replied as I dropped down beside her. The cool wetness of the mud felt good across my rump.
Nora twisted around somewhat sideways to face me and in so doing the outside of her left leg pressed into the mud. She threw her arms around me and as her lips met mine I felt the wet muddy pressure of her hand against the back of my shirt.
When our lips parted I looked at her. "You're getting my shirt all muddy," I complained jokingly.
"I wonder why," she replied and withdrawing her hand wiped it back and forth acros my chest. She laughed and turned back to a full sitting position with her knees raised. She twisted slightly and looked at the left side of her pants. "Lord look at my nice pants," she grumbled and ran her left hand down the surface of the muddy wet cotton. "It's a mess and it stinks, but it feels good."
I reached over and wrapped my arms around her hugging her close. We kissed for a long passionate moment and then as we broke I allowed my right arm to drop into the mud behind her supporting my body in a semi reclining position. "You taste good," I advised.
"Good! Try me again!"
She turned toward me circling me with her arms. Our lips met harder this time and I brought my right arm up out of the ooze and circled her back and shoulders with it. Nora gasped and stiffened right through our kiss. My right hand closed over the point of her shoulder and her tongue flicked against my lips.
"You've got my blouse all muddy," she retorted reaching across with her left hand to wipe at the dark wet smear on her shoulder.
"Where?" I asked innocently.
"Here stupid," she grinned and twisted around so I could see her back.
She was right. The back of her blouse was a mess of dark mud and water. "Oh. I'm sorry, Nora."
"Like hell you are!" she shot back. With a quick twist and a little laugh she rolled toward me and threw her body full length on top of mine. Her arms circled me and her hungry lips found mine again. The force of her assault threw me off balance and I fell backwards into the mud feeling it cool and wet the full length of my back. "Now your back's all muddy," she laughed. "How's that feel?" She struggled to free her arms from the mud under me and drawing her knees forward sat back straddling my hips.
"I'm a mess," I moaned burying my hands and arms in the gooey muck by my sides. "It's all your fault, Nora."
"Just like a man," she said. "Blame it on me." Nora smiled and reaching down wiped her muddy hands across the front of her thighs.
"You are so exciting," I began and brought both my muddy hands up and closed them over her beautiful full breasts. Nora squealed and for a second I thought she was going to try and rise. Then she laughed and settled back.
"Now you've done it," she cried. "Look at me!"
I did, and what I saw was sheer beauty. I worked her breasts slowly deliberately while she threw her head back moaning in sheer delight. I slathered several handfuls of wet mud across the front of her blouse, and pinched playfully at her hard erect nipples. Nora moaned several times and her hands dragged back and forth in the mud finally leaning forward to slather the rich dark liquid across my chest and arms. We rolled apart and ended up kneeling in the mire facing each other. The front of her pants were still pretty clean and dry except from mid thigh down. I scooped up as much mud as I could hold in my hand and unceremoniously dragged it right up through her crotch. Nora gulped and panted as I did and quickly dipped both of her hands into the dirt right between my knees. Without words she slathered the mass of mud and water right up the inside of my thighs and into my straddle rubbing, stroking, fondling me to the point of madness.
"God you're beautiful," I exclaimed and wrapping her in my arms rolled over in the mud. We twisted over and over in the soupy dark mire our hands stroking petting exploring every inch of our bodies. At one point Nora flopped flat on her back gasping with exhaustion and without realizing it buried her soft ponytail in the mud.
"You're getting your hair all muddy," I cautioned.
Nora raised her head and reached back with one hand. "Oh boy, what a mess. Get the hose and rinse my pony tail off, will you?"
I got the hose and dropped to one knee beside her. She sat upright and her mud soaked blouse plastered itself to every curve and wrinkle in her body. I turned the hose on her ponytail. Nora worked it for several minutes and then removed the leather clasp. I hosed her hair endlessly while she massaged it. The clear water running down her body washed most of the mud away leaving only the wet clinging transparent blouse. I could see her breasts quite easily through the wet material of her bra and blouse. Her nipples under the onslaught of the cold water were sharp peaked and erect striving; it seemed, to burst free of the restraining layers of wet nylon.
Nora gave up on her hair. "It's getting cold, don't you think? Let's go inside and shower off."
She rose to her feet and I began rinsing the rest of her clothes off. Her thin white pants began to loose their coating of thick wet mud and started to show the tint of her skin through the wet material. Her panties became visible across her hips again and in the deep creases of her lower body I could see the triangular shadow of dark hair.
"God! I'm cold, but I'm also pretty damned hot," Nora muttered as she tugged her wet pants tighter up into her straddle. "Come on. Enough's enough."
Nora took the hose from me and shivered slightly as she made quick work of hosing me down. A minute later we almost ran for the house. In seconds we were crowded into her shower stall feeling the warmth of the falling water caressing our bodies. We kissed and petted for a long time before we began undressing each other. Finally the last of our restraining garments were pulled aside. We sensually scrubbed each other while our glistening bodies strained hungrily under the touch of strange hands. The fragrant aroma of the scented bath oils that had been liberally applied quickly replaced the foul smell of the mud residue that had permeated our wet clothes. Norm's hair was shampooed shiny and clean with the sweet fragrance of fresh apples. She wrapped it in a heavy towel turban style for several minutes before we crawled into the warm confines of her bed. We snuggled quietly in each other's arms for nearly a minute.
Then it was time to unleash the emotions that we had thus far kept in check. It didn't take us long and suddenly we achieved the overpowering joy and fulfillment that we had desired right from the moment that she opened her front door to me. We had occasionally gone the wet route in our play, and now we had the muddy form of play behind us. Next time we meet I wonder which form of play we will choose.
by Bob
I was at home alone doing nothing on a very boring Saturday afternoon. Suddenly the doorbell rang. Before reaching the door I could see through the large glass panel that it was my next door neighbor. The sight of her ringing my bell immediately set off a buzz of excitement.
"Hi, Colleen! What's new in your end of the woods?" I asked.
"Nothing really," she said and threw her arms around me in a big bear hug. "I was just wondering if you were as bored as I am today?"
"Better believe it. Not a damn thing to do, at least not that I want to do."
"Cup of tea?" I suggested.
"Beer would be better," Colleen returned.
I produced two beers from the refer and handed one to her. "Want a glass?
"No. This is fine."
Colleen and I had never dated or been romantically involved in any way. Her husband had been killed in a plane crash several months back, and at the moment I was, shall we say, between girl friends. We were both in our mid fifties and at the moment footloose and fancy free.
We sat at the kitchen table sipping our beers and making obvious small talk. Colleen was an attractive woman in every way. Tall and athletic full figured and appealing. She wore a snug fitting white cotton skirt belted tight at the waist with a heavy leather belt. The skirt came down to about the middle of her shapely calves. A pair of battered leather sandals protected her feet.
The man's white long sleeve dress shirt that she wore fit her full figure beautifully. The top two buttons were unfastened and the shirttails were wrapped tightly around her waist and knotted. Certain ways that she moved I could catch a glimpse of the bare skin of her stomach between the bottom of her shirt and the top of her skirt. Across the tops of her shoulders, and especially across her back, I could see the straps of her bra quite plainly right through the thin cotton.
Colleen wore no makeup that I could detect. In fact she needed none. Her gardening and other outdoor activities allowed the sun and wind to provide the most charming and complimentary affects to her skin. For accessories she sported a heavy gold necklace from which dangled a miniature gold anchor and tiny silver studs in the lobes of her ears. That was all.
"You know, here it is Saturday afternoon and neither of us has a thing to do for the rest of the day," she stated pointedly.
"Got anything in mind," I asked?
"Now that you've mentioned it....." Colleen paused and a devilish glint came into her eyes. Then she continued. "Remember the other day when I came over to see your sister when she and the kids were here," she asked?
I nodded. "So? What about it?"
"Remember, you were washing dishes when I came in. I stepped up and gave you a big hug like always and a little peck of a kiss on your cheek."
"Yes I remember you always do that, so what?"
"Well, your hands were all wet and soapy and when you hugged me with your right arm you got the back of my blouse all wet. I didn't realize it at first, but when Karen and I went in the living room I could feel the wetness all around my shoulder blade."
"Oh, I'm sorry, Colleen. I should have been more careful."
"Don't be sorry!" she exclaimed. "I loved it! That wet feeling persisted for about ten minutes while Karen and I talked, but then it evaporated. It was still wonderful while it lasted! Don't you like the wet experience?"
"Oh, I guess it's all right. So, what about the other day? I'm sorry!"
"Nothing to be sorry about, Bob. I just wish your hand had been wetter."
"Really?"
"Yea! Wouldn't that have been great?" she asked.
"I suppose so. For you at least."
"Want to finish what you started the other day?"
"What do you mean?" I asked.
Colleen hesitated and a faint flush of embarrassment flooded across her tanned face. She studied her beer can closely as she continued. "Well I find that getting my clothes wet in the rain or something like that is really exciting. That's why it felt so good the other day when you got the back of my blouse just a little wet. You did that on purpose, right?" she asked glancing up quickly at me.
"No, honestly, it was a pure accident!"
"No matter. I was just wondering if you wanted to finish what you started?"
"What do you mean?" I inquired knowing full well what she meant.
"You know! You washing dishes, me hugging you, you hugging me with a wet soapy hand, etc. etc."
"Now?" I asked.
"Anything to stop us?"
"No. I don't think so. You really like that wet feeling?"
"Yes! To me it's a super passionate sensation. When I get wet, I don't fight it. I just concentrate on how the material feels on my skin. I prolong the emotion in any way that I can. It's really great!
There was a long pause while I pondered her words. Colleen raised her can and swallowed the final drops of beer. "Ok?" she inquired looking me straight in then eye.
"I guess so. It's your shirt," I replied.
"Well how about starting to wash those dishes and we'll start over again."
I didn't speak, but simply got out of my chair and turned to the sink. There were only two cups and one cereal bowl sitting on the counter with several spoons and a knife. I turned on the water, put the stopper in place, and adjusted the temperature to what I considered, just right. I squirted a goodly portion of dishwashing soap into the basin and watched as the suds appeared. Placing all the dirty items into the sink, I slowed the water flow down to just a trickle. I began washing the dishes knowing it would take at least five minutes to wash even one spoon.
"Hi, Bob! How you doing today?" Colleen asked playacting as she stepped up and threw her arms around me in a big hug.
As her lips touched my cheek I swung my right arm around her shoulders in a warm embrace. I felt her stiffen slightly as I rolled my wet hand down onto her right shoulder blade. I pressed it there feeling the shoulder strap of her bra and the wetness of my palm soaking into her shirt.
"You did it again," Colleen muttered. "Look what you've done," she complained and turned her back to me.
There was about an eight-inch circle of wetness around her right shoulder blade and I could plainly see the pinkish tint of her skin and the white nylon strap of her bra right through the damp cotton.
"Oh God, Colleen, I'm sorry!"
"Sorry hell! You did that on purpose!" she responded with a smile and glitter in her eye. "By the way, don't pay any attention to my remarks. I just like to complain."
"Oh well, you asked for it. You knew I was washing dishes."
"I guess so. But the least you can do is make it even. Here hug my other side."
Colleen moved around me to my left and waited while I washed another spoon. As I worked I bent my left hand at the wrist allowing the cuff of my white cotton dress shirt to dip into the water. I think Colleen saw what I did, but she didn't say anything. Then she stepped backwards a little and abruptly came toward me with arms outstretched.
"Hi, Bob! How you doing today?" she greeted and threw her arms around me as before.
I turned toward her slightly. As her lips touched my cheek I swung my left arm around her shoulders in another warm embrace. I felt her stiffen again as I rolled my hand down onto her shoulder blade. I pressed it there feeling the soapy wetness of my palm soak into her shirt.
"Oh boy," she moaned. "You've done it now!" Colleen twisted out of my grip, took my damp left hand in hers and stared at it. "Your shirt sleeve's all wet," she complained. "Now look what you've done."
She swung around and I saw the wetness that had come from my hand and sleeve. It was more than I had expected. Her shirt was pink and bubbly clinging to her skin from the top of her shoulder all the way down to the back of her bra. I had to admit that it looked good, great even, sexy too. I was really turned on by this time, but I fought to control and hide my excitement. I found it fun to pretend indifference to her wet experience. If Colleen only knew my true feelings......
"Oh God! I've done it now," I exclaimed and reached for a towel.
"You haven't finished yet," Colleen said and slid in between me and the sink wrapping both arms tightly around my neck. She kissed me again, but not her traditional peck on the cheek this time. Now it was for real. Her lips found mine in a hungry passionate smooch. Then she suddenly pulled her face away. "Don't stop washing dishes," she ordered. "And don't worry about your wet hands remember I like it."
I dropped my hands into the sink again and fumbled with a spoon for a moment. Then I brought both hands up to Colleen's back and caressed her lovingly. She stiffened under my touch, but then groaned in pleasure, her lips working harder against mine. I did this twice more each time drawing a happy twist of her body against mine and a muffled sigh or moan. I traced the outline of her bra with my fingers through the clinging cotton of her wet shirt. I could feel the shapeliness of her thighs against me and the firm pressure of her abdomen working against my body.
"You're getting my panties wet," she muttered gasping for breath.
"What?" I asked.
She twisted around from the sink and showed me her back. The cotton shirt was completely saturated appearing pink and ripply as it clung to her skin. I could see the back of her bra as though there was nothing else there. Below her leather belt there was a wide curve of her skirt above her buttocks that had turned grayish in color, damp, but not wet.
"I'm sorry," I started. "You should have warned me."
"When I said you were getting my panties wet...... well that was informational, not a reprimand," she said. Her lips immediately found mine again but just for an instant. "Don't stop washing dishes, and don't worry about getting me wet. Everything I have on is wet to some degree, so don't fret."
I did as I was told and every few seconds dipped another exciting handful of soapy water onto the back of her shirt. I slid my hand down across her buttocks and found that the back of her skirt was really wet. When I stroked across the outside of her thigh I could distinctly feel the outline of her wet panties.
Suddenly Colleen reached back with one hand and plunged it into the sink. Seconds later her hand came back out holding a brimming cup of soapy water. Without warning she dumped it right across the front of my shoulders. It flooded quickly down the front of my cotton shirt all the way to the waistband of my jeans.
"How's that feel?" she asked with excitement flooding her voice.
"My God! I'm soaked," I gasped with a pretense of disbelief.
Colleen giggled and threw her free arm around my back holding me tightly. She crushed her upper body against my chest working her beautiful breasts back and forth against my wet cotton shirt.
"Now look what you've done." She exclaimed happily and leaned her upper body back away from mine.
The front of her shirt was quite wet and I could see the sharp outline of her nipples pressing against the wet fabric. She twisted slightly and dipped the cup into the sink again. She brought it around quickly and poured it right across the front of her shoulders, side to side. The soapy flood turned her wet shirt into a completely soaked shirt and transformed her bra into a transparent covering. The dark color of her nipples now showed through plainly.
Colleen gasped and rose to her tiptoes as the water flooded down her body. "Oh God! I'm getting my panties all wet!"
"They're already wet," I explained and reaching around patted her wet bottom.
"Not in front they weren't!"
"So?"
"Well they are now. It's just a shock, but a rather nice shock really."
"Come on with me, Colleen," I suggested and turned away from the sink extending my hand to her. She was completely drenched from the waist up. Her wet cotton shirt clung like a second skin to her breasts arms and shoulders. It sucked right tight to her stomach below her breasts in a tantalizing manner. The front-view that I had showed a large curve of wetness across the front of her skirt below her waist. The soaked area of her skirt hugged the curve of her abdomen seductively. I could faintly see the outline of her wet panties across her hips. The bottom two thirds of the front of her skirt were still dry and white, contrasting nicely with the wet portions above.
She gripped my palm and allowed me to lead her into the bathroom where I turned on the water in the shower. Colleen didn't say a word while I stood there adjusting the temperature. Then I stepped into the torrent and held out my arms to her as the water flooded down my back.
Without hesitation she stepped in with me and the water flowed freely over both our bodies. I could see her wet panties very easily through her soaked skirt and as we kissed and hugged our exploring hands searched further and further, deeper and deeper into the intimate areas of our bodies.
She finally unfastened my wet jeans and pulled them down off my hips. I finished removing them from my legs and they fell to the floor of the shower with a sodden plop. Colleen stared open eyed at the huge erection that I had going for me. It was plainly visible through the wet cotton of my boxer shorts. "Oh my God! Is that all mine?" she asked.
"If you want him, he's yours."
I fumbled with her heavy belt and finally pulled it free. The force of the water pouring over us from the showerhead helped peel the clinging cotton skirt from her hips. We unfastened each other's shirts in unison removing them from glistening wet hungry bodies. Colleen's bra dropped away from her beautiful erect breasts and then, again in unison, we worked each other's lower garments down off our hips, thighs, legs, and feet.
We were at last in each other's arms naked as the day we were born. It was only twenty feet from the shower to the bedroom, but it seemed like it took us forever to get there. What had started out as a boring uneventful Saturday afternoon had suddenly transformed itself into a glorious, stimulating, exchange of our deepest desires.
by Bob
I was just putting away my paintbrush after completing a restoration job on some old shelves. Then I heard the doorbell ring. It took a moment to finish and the bell rang a second time as I hurried up the basement stairs. I tripped the latch and opened the door. It was a pleasant surprise to see my old friend Bob standing there.
"Well, I'll be!" I began. "Where have you been lately?"
"Round and about," Bob replied.
"It's been almost two months," I reminded.
"I'm sorry, Nora. Really I am."
"You're forgiven. Come on in."
Bob and I went into the kitchen where I began fixing a pot of coffee. I looked him over eagerly, almost hungrily, as he lounged back against the counter. He was dressed as he always was wearing tight faded Levi's and an old thin cotton dress shirt. His shirts were always so sheer that I could see right through to his skin for he never wore a Tee or undershirt underneath. He was always exciting, to say the least, and I visualized just how great he would look if, or when, he got soaking wet with his clothes on. This often happened to the two of us whenever we managed to get together.
Bob shook his head and smiled at me. "You know? You look like hell!" he exclaimed.
"Been painting. Watch the coffee and I'll be right back."
Bob nodded his agreement as I turned and headed for my bedroom. I stripped off the old baggy sweat pants and the paint spattered sweatshirt that I was wearing and threw them into the corner. I glanced in the floor length mirror and smiled at myself. My lace trimmed nylon bra was fine, but I tightened the shoulder straps a little for some added support. The full cut nylon panties looked suitable also. I rummaged through my dresser drawers and found an old pair of faded jeans.
"Wonder if I can still get into these," I muttered. I tried and after several tugs and quite a few wiggles managed to get them up and fastened.
"Whew!" I exclaimed breathlessly and turned to look at myself in the mirror. What a fit. "Old jeans," I muttered, "You're going to get wet, I'm afraid." If I had a dime in my hip pocket I could tell whether it was heads or tails. My side view showed how well the jeans had flattened my belly. I looked great. Now for the rest of me. In the closet I found a long sleeved white nylon blouse. I slipped the cool fabric on and buttoned it up across my breasts. I left the top button free for what I hoped was a sexy effect. I unfastened my jeans, took a deep breath for the first time in several minutes and tucked the tails of my blouse down into the waistband. A moment's struggle followed as I re-hooked the top of my jeans and pulled the zipped closed. In the mirror, I smiled at myself again. "Perfect!" I muttered.
I headed for the kitchen after slipping on, barefooted, a pair of two inch high heals. Bob would like that little added touch I knew. I found him seated at the counter already sipping a steaming cup of coffee. As I approached, he poured my cup full. Bob looked me up and down slowly deliberately and began nodding his head.
"All right, all right. That's much better. Now you're ravenous as always," he said.
"Thank you."
"You sure know how to dress," Bob added.
I just chuckled at his remark. "Not too tight?" I inquired and placing my hands on my hips turned full circle for his inspection.
"I love tight pants on a woman," he replied.
"On yourself too," I returned glancing down at the very tight jeans that he was wearing.
"Yes! On me too."
We talked small talk for several minutes while we drank our coffee. I finished mine and took the empty cup to the sink and set it on the counter. I turned to face him and leaned comfortably back against the sink. I hooked my elbows on the edge of the counter behind me feeling my blouse pull snug across my breasts.
Bob finished his coffee and rising brought the cup to the sink. He placed it on the counter beside mine and reaching out took hold of my shoulders in both hands. I maintained my position with my arms resting behind me on the counter. Neither of us moved for nearly a minute, but our eyes stared fixedly at each other. Then Bob leaned forward, slowly, inch by inch until there was only a half-inch separating our lips. There was no sound other than the ticking of the antique clock in the corner of the counter. If one listened carefully you could hear our measured breathing coming quicker and quicker as the distance closed.
Then our lips touched and we kissed. It was only a whisper of a kiss, slow, gentle, caring, loving. Then we looked at each other again for a long minute. Finally he moved closer stepping lightly on my toe and his arms slid down off my shoulders to encircle me. I pushed myself erect and wrapped my arms about him and we kissed again as before. There was a brief pause following this kiss and then we crashed together in a furious passionate embrace of animal intensity.
I felt Bob's body mold itself firmly against mine. Struggling to get closer to him, I hooked my right leg behind his knees and hugged him with all my might. I could feel his manliness pressing hard and determined against me. I worked my breasts back and forth gently across his chest. His left hand was caressing my back his fingers tracing the edges of my bra back and forth. His right hand had slid down across my hip and was stroking my buttocks tenderly.
I gave him a flick of my tongue and his mouth crushed down on mine feverishly. We French kissed madly writhing in each other's arms. My bottom lip hurt where Bob had bitten me playfully and I'm quite sure he was hurting too, but we didn't mind.
I reached back with one hand and turned the water on in the sink. The sound of the water pouring from the faucet caused Bob to stiffen and press harder against me. My hand was shaking slightly as I adjusted the temperature and velocity. At last it was just right. I wrapped my arm back around him and dried my wet hand on the back of his shirt.
Minutes went buy as we kissed and hugged. His hands were all over me now stroking and gently pinching my breasts. He twisted aside slightly and worked his right knee deep into my crotch pressing hard against my vagina. I hungrily slid my body up and down his pressing thigh. Then I twisted around somewhat where I had my right hip and thigh shoved tightly between his legs. I could feel him pressing against my hip almost urgently.
I reached back and tested the water once more. It was fine. I kept waiting for Bob to reach for the sink, but nothing was happening. I was beginning to get impatient. "Let's get on with it!" I thought to myself. Still nothing happened except a wild torrent of kisses and a fabulous petting routine.
Bob, at one point, trailed a stream of kisses down the side of my face, down my neck, down into the vee neck of my blouse and then outward across the nylon surface to my right breast. His lips pinched gently at my nipple and with mouth wide open he tried to swallow my entire breast. It was a glorious feeling and he mouthed me savagely yet gently for several minutes. I felt my breast hot and wet from his saliva and thrilled at the first of the wet feelings.
"Bob, you're getting my blouse all wet," I cautioned.
He didn't reply but went back to French kissing me. In the mirror behind the counter I could see the dark circle of dampness centered over my right breast. It look promising and felt exciting even in its simplicity. Bob still didn't reach for the sink. Almost in desperation I reached back and cupped a handful of water and with a quick motion splashed it right on the pulsing bulge on the left side of his straddle. I felt him stiffen and felt a hot wet spot on the adjoining right thigh of my jeans. I dipped my hand in again and splashed him again stroking his wet penis for several seconds. He groaned and strained against me. His hand worked feverishly against my crotch petting me continuously.
"My God, you feel good," he panted almost gasping for breath. "There's nothing sexier that those tight jeans of yours."
"Only one thing," I stated.
"What's that?" he inquired.
"It would feel better if my panties were wet."
"Oh really?" he said.
A minute passed with no change in our habits. I suddenly reached down and unfastened my tight jeans exposing the curve of my belly and the white nylon of my panties.
"Here I am," I exclaimed.
"Oh, you do look sexy," he admitted, but then just kissed me once more.
"For God's sake, Bob don't make me beg!" I almost shouted. I grabbed a coffee cup from the counter. Filled it and poured it straight across the exposed front of my panties.
Bob reached down and with fumbling difficulty zipped up my jeans and hooked the waistband.
I was almost ready to kill him when I suddenly felt and warm flood of water right across
the back of my blouse. Then again, and again, and again. The water was pouring down my body, across my breasts, across my bottom, across my belly and vagina and spreading slowly down my legs. My blouse was transparent and clinging to me like a second skin. I found myself laughing as I poured cup after cup of water over Bob's shirt and jeans.
"I was wondering how much you could take without breaking," he muttered.
"I was beginning to wonder which one of us would snap first."
"Oh, I could murder you sometimes," I exploded.
"Go on. Tell me you didn't enjoy the anticipation, waiting for the inevitable, you knew it was going to happen."
"Ok, it was fun, but I thought you had flaked out you stinker you."
"You wet your own panties," Bob complained with a grin.
"Well somebody had to wet them. You sure weren't."
"Ready for a shower?" he asked chuckling.
I didn't reply, but allowed him to lead me into the bath. We showered and petted fully clothed for a short spell and then slowly peeled the wet layers of clothing from our bodies. I had to lay in the bottom of the tub with my feet pointing skyward and have Bob wiggle and pull the tight clinging jeans from my legs.
Then it was time for bed, or should I say, time for love.
by Bob
Notdoingmuch2003@yahoo.com
Please comment or send your stories I would love to hear them
Anna was always wonderful to be around. She was a beautiful woman. She was not a beautiful woman as a stereotype would suggest. She never wore anything revealing, which made here really sexy. She wore ankle length, no cleavage, short sleeve dresses. They were not anything that would attract a person, but as you looked at her. You noticed that the dress really showed her off. As she walked you could see a panty line on her but and hips. They were not bikini or thong, but rather a mid cut brief. But for some reason Anna was extremely sexy. The dress was soft cotton. Her bra outline was visible when she moved in certain ways. Anna had curly brown hair about shoulder length. She had a dark complexion. She was about 5 foot 8 inches tall. About 140 lbs.
Well anyway, I was working at her office on their computer equipment. I had been there many times before, so we had built a bit of a friendship. I was working in the computer room and Anna walked in. She was wearing one of her long dresses of which she has many colors. Today she was wearing light blue. It just draped of off her body revealing her ankles and sandals. I'm not much of a foot person but she has beautiful feet. She came in sat down and asked if I minded if she kept me company. I though that was a stupid question. She sat down and I was trying not to look turned on. We talked casually for a quite a while. I was trying to work which was not easy. Eventually I looked on the desk and noticed a picture of her. I looked closer and it was a picture of her and a few friends at the beach. She was wearing a pair of jeans and blouse. She was primarily dry except for her pants up to her calves. It was very sexy. I made a comment about that being fun. She said it was. I asked her if she got soaked. She responded that she was soaked before the day was over. I commented that I would love to see her wet.
I thought that I had stepped over the line. I thought she being a customer, she would be offended. I stopped talking and hoped that I hadn't done too much. She got silent like I embarrassed her. She said after a few seconds, that we should go have some fun. I immediately went into shock. I did not know what to say. I knew she had something in mind. I looked over at her and asked "What do you have in mind?"
She said she did not know but we would make it up as we went. She did not know my love for wet look, but later I found out she loves it as much as I did. I arranged to go home after I was finished as did she. I followed her home and we hopped in my truck and just started driving. We talked and the conversation got more and more interesting. I just blurted out that it would be fun to get soaked. She responded anytime. I looked at her; she was looking at me with the sexiest smile. We drove around and stumbled water world. It was a large water park. Now I was wearing blue dress slacks, a white long sleeved dress shirt with undershirt, tie, and black socks and dress shoes. Just to mention I was wearing red briefs.
We looked at each other, and I turned into Water World. She mentioned that they might not let us in. I responded that we should just try. We went up to the ticket window, bought two tickets and went in. No bags, change of clothes, or anything. We walked up to the first slide. It just slid into a pool of water. They just let us go down together. I sat with my legs open for her to sit up against me. We slid down as my hands were around her waist. We were quickly becoming soaked. I could feel her bra and the top of her panty though her wet dress. We plunged into the pool. Her light blue dress was now dark blue. Her bra and panty outline were very much in sight. Her bra was very lacy and her panties was a mid to low cut brief. I was so turned on watching her walk up the stairs to get out of the pool. She turned around slicked her hair back and I watched the water run down her entire body. What a sight!
We went on ride all day. Nobody minded, but all eyes seemed to be on her. I did not mind because so were mine. We were drenched all afternoon, and ended our day on the lazy river which runs though the park. It takes about an hour to go the whole distance. I sat on an inner tube and she sat on me. I don't know if this is normally allowed, but not a lot of children or people were there that day. I just sat with my hands gently rubbing her breasts, running my finger around her panty line, rubbing her stomach, her thighs, and rubbing my fingers through her hair. She was obviously turned on very much.
We eventually left the park, got into the truck, soaking the seats and drove back to her place. We jumped into the shower to rinse of the chlorine. She began to take off my shirt, undershirt, and then my pants while I just starred at her beauty and kissed her. She took off my pants and underwear. I was so hard it almost hurt. She fondled me for awhile as I started to unzip the back of her dress and peal it off. It slid off ad the white lace and silk bra was the color of her breasts. Her panties were stuck to her and complety transparent. Low cut brief panties never looked so sexy. I kissed her from the top of her had down here breasts and kissed her wet panties until I could feel her pubic hairs with my lips. She just moaned. I unsnapped her bra and it came right off with very hard nipples and slowly pealed off her panties.
We stayed in the shower enjoying each other until the water turned cold. We left the water and went to her bed and did not get up till we went to breakfast the next morning.
Anna and I have exchanged fantasies and try to fulfill all we can together. I will write some more.
Until then
Bob
by Bob
Mid summer in almost any part of the country is usually quite warm. Recently my area had been experiencing warmer than normal temperatures, and this was taxing my ability to find recreational pursuits that would provide some degree of cooling. Air-conditioned restaurants and movie houses were about it, except for the lake. I loved the lake. There were countless secluded coves that were easily accessible from the road, and each offered some privacy. Seeing as I am an avid wet-look fan, the lake was my favorite place on these ultra hot days.
I had introduced my girlfriend to the wet-look experience, and she had become as staunch a believer as I. One problem now existed. She and I had split up. There had been no particular issue; it was simply greener pastures beckoned for both of us.
Tommy was my latest friend. So far she hadn't revealed to me what her real name was. For now the nickname Tommy would have to do. Seeing as I was the shy type I had yet, after three weeks, not found the courage to try introducing her to my wet-look hobby. Her common interests seemed to be those of any typical 30 yearold. We did the usual things that couples do, dining, dancing, shows, shopping and at the end of the day we usually had our intimate moments together. Tommy always dressed well and right in keeping with my fetish of wet-look. Long sleeve thin cotton or nylon blouses, calf length light weight long sleeved summer dresses, snug fitting skirts, and occasionally tight faded jeans. I questioned her one time about her choice of long sleeves and found that she had a sizable scar on her left forearm that she was self-conscious about, a souvenir of a bad car crash, and preferred to keep it hidden.
It was a Saturday, and I pulled up at Tommy's apartment just before noon. The heat of the day had been building relentlessly since early morning. Tommy looked great as she skipped down the steps and walked toward my pickup. Her thick auburn ponytail swung easily back and forth across the back of her neck as she walked. She was wearing a thin long sleeved white cotton sundress in a tiny flowered pattern. It came to just below her knees and sported a flared skirt, a tightly belted waist, and a snug-fitting bodice. The tight dress and a moderate vee neckline hinted at the rich beauty of her full breasts. Her outfit was probably quite cool on a hot day like today. Her open toed sandals showed that she had no plans for high-class establishments for our scheduled lunch date.
Tommy tossed her small clutch type purse into my truck and slid into the seat. She brushed her skirt arranging it smoothly across her thighs. We chatted about nothing in particular as I drove across town to a small Italian restaurant that we had been to before. Tommy's sandals and my faded jeans and old well-worn dress shirt would not be out of place here. It was crowded, so we decided to eat out on their open deck. The huge colorful beach umbrella shielded us from the bright sunlight. We had a great spaghetti meal complete with garlic bread and a bottle of, what turned out to be, a great wine recommended by our host.
As we ate the sky darkened considerably with low gray clouds sliding in to dominate the scene. There was no wind accompanying this change in weather, but even so the blanketing of the sun seemed to cool things off a little. Following our meal, we took a walk through a small city park right across the street from the restaurant. Tommy was close by my side, and I wrapped my arm around her trim waist and hugged her tightly. As I did she slipped her arm around me and leaned in close hip to hip.
"I think it's going to rain," she said looking up toward the low dark clouds.
"Hope so; it'll cool things off," I replied. My whole thought process for the past several minutes had been directed in just this direction. Oh, how I wished for a sudden downpour. Still nothing happened, and we had finally circled the park completely.
"Want to walk some more?" I asked hopefully as we neared my parked pickup.
"No. Let's just go for a nice ride in the country."
Disappointment flooded my whole being, but my shy personality kept my aggressive instincts in check. We drove off and I headed toward my favorite lake. As the city dropped behind us the rains came. It was a traditional southern downpour with huge droplets battering the windshield relentlessly as the wipers tried, almost in vain, to keep the glass clear. A short time later we arrived at the lake. It could only be seen dimly through the falling rain. I parked off the pavement and shut off the engine. The drumming of the heavy drops of rain was a never-ending clatter on the roof. We talked and joked about the weather for several minutes. During this time I struggled to dig up enough courage to suggest a swim or walk in the rain. I couldn't find the right words or the nerve and just sat beside this beautiful woman in silent mental anguish. Suddenly Tommy began rolling her window down and extended her hand into the falling rain.
"Hey! The rain, it's really warm!"
"No kidding?" I answered and cracking my window tested the falling deluge on my hand. She was right.
"Oh, this feels so good," Tommy continued, and I watched fascinated as she thrust her arm full length into the downpour.
It took only seconds for the sleeve of her dress to soak through completely. I watched captivated as she turned her arm over taking the rain on the other side of her arm. The thin cotton of her sleeve had turned transparent and was clinging in tiny wrinkles and bubbles to her skin. I was thrilled speechless and the throbbing pressure in my groin was an open indication of the joy I was experiencing.
"Oh my, it's so nice and refreshing," Tommy said.
"You're getting your sleeve all wet," I warned.
"Oh, I don't care. It feels good. Besides, when the rain quits it will be hot again and it'll dry in no time."
"I suppose so."
"You care if I open my door?" she asked.
"Why?"
"So I can get my feet cooled off."
"Sure it won't hurt anything."
Tommy tripped the latch and swung her door open. Twisting around sideways in the seat she stuck her sandal clad feet out into the rain.
"Oh my, but this does feel good," she sighed wiggling her toes against the falling droplets.
The way she was sitting her back was toward me, and I could see the back of her bra faintly through the thin cotton of her dress. In my imagination, I saw the back of her dress soaking wet her skin and bra showing clearly through the clinging wet fabric. I wanted to coax her further out into the rain, but decided to wait and see what would happen.
"Oh my, this does feel good," she said again. "It's so nice and warm," she paused slightly, "and wet."
I noticed the pause and a slight emphasis on the word "wet." I was speechless for the moment. Looking over her shoulder, I watched in numb excitement as a few droplets began to spatter the hem of her skirt. Then there were a few more, and more. Tommy finally slid far enough out of the seat that her feet touched the ground and now the rain was falling all over the front of her skirt from mid-thigh down.
"You're getting the front of your dress all wet," I muttered.
"I don't care."
I shrugged and behind her back stroked the bulge in my pants one time noticing that my hands were shaking slightly.
"You look sexy, Tommy," I stated.
"I feel sexy," she replied. "Bob, I've got a confession to make," she said looking back over her shoulder at me.
"About what?" I asked.
"About me, I guess." There was a long pause and she looked away. "I like to get my clothes wet, Bob. It's sort of a habit with me. It really turns me on. Lots of times I just get into the shower at night with whatever I've been wearing for the day. It just feels so darn good."
"Well I'll be!" I began.
"You should try it, Bob," she interrupted. "I think you'd love it like I do."
decided to play along wondering just how much coaxing I would need before I relented and joined in her wet activity. I noticed that she had slid a little further down and the rain had now soaked her skirt almost to her crotch.
"You're going to get your panties wet if you're not careful," I remarked.
"Suits me," she answered and visibly slipped down a little more in the seat. "Come on around here and join me," she invited making a circling gesture with her arm.
I grunted some unintelligible word in reply and watched as the rain now fell unchecked on the complete lower half of her dress. Her shapely legs were clearly visible through the clinging material. Across the curve of her hips I could see the outline of her now wet panties. Tommy's skirt was hugging the warm contour of her belly in the most seductive manner possible. She spread her legs far apart and then quickly drew her knees back together. This caused her skirt to, first slide, and then sag down between her thighs pressing tightly into her straddle. The wet cotton of her skirt hugged her legs and body in the most attractive way possible showing off everything in a purely inviting manner. And Tommy knew this, but didn't care. Quite the contrary, she was entranced by her own feelings and motivated by my visible excitement.
"Come on, Bob. Get out and come around here with me," Tommy invited again.
"Oh, I don't know," I stuttered as the emotions built within me.
"Come on! It's fun!" she urged.
I couldn't take any more coaxing. I opened my door and still pretending reluctance stepped slowly and gingerly out into the rain. I faked discomfort, surprise, anxiety, embarrassment and many more coy emotions as I slowly circled the truck. Before I reached the front of the rig my thin cotton shirt was utterly soaked and clinging to me like a second skin. I could feel the warm rain spreading slowly down through my jeans and shorts soothing and caressing me in the best way possible. I had an erection that would rival any that I had had in years. The days and hours of anticipation apparently had been good for me. I stepped around Tommy's open door and confronted her as she lay half reclining in the seat.
>From the waist down she was drenched, but except for her right sleeve the top half of her dress was bone dry. Tommy smiled at me and looked me up and down. She nodded her head in approval.
"Now, how's that feel?" she asked with a broad grin.
"God I'm soaked," I muttered trying to sound uncertain about the joy that I was feeling.
"Yes I can see that," she nodded, and her eyes strayed and then lingered at the bulge in my pants.
extended my arms toward her and with my fingers motioned for her to come. Tommy pushed herself upright in the seat and I saw the first few drops of rain spatter onto the curve of her breasts. I motioned again and she shoved herself off the seat and stood slowly to full height before me. The rain seemed to suddenly come down harder than before. The top of her shoulders were drenched almost immediately allowing the straps of her bra to show clearly. The upped curve of her breasts were soaked next. I watched fascinated as the warm rain spread slowly down the front of her body. Trickles of water were running from the hem of her skirt. Several loose strands of auburn hair drifted down across her forehead, and her heavy ponytail began to trickle a solid stream of water down onto her back.
We stood toe to toe holding hands. Tommy suddenly leaned way back holding tightly to my hands. She threw her head back turning her dripping face upwards into the storm. She shook her head happily and laughed. Her dress was completely see-through, nearly transparent, as it clung to every curve. I could see the outline of her wet panties across her hips very easily, and on her left hip I could detect some type of a monogram sewn into the sheer nylon. The scar on her left forearm that bothered her was clearly visible through the clinging wet cotton of her sleeve. Her lace trimmed seamless bra didn't hide much as it stuck enticingly to the rich full curves of her breasts. Tommy's dark nipples were thrust hard and erect against the clinging wet layers of material.
I stopped staring only when she thrust herself into my arms a moment later. Our past intimate moments were nothing in comparison to the physical and emotional high that we both experienced standing there in the pouring rain. I led her slowly toward the water of the lake, and we entered without hesitation. It was a impressive swim that we enjoyed together, but then the sky began to lighten. As abruptly as it came, the rain stopped and left us standing there in the waist deep water looking at each other hungrily.
We walked to the truck and drove back to the city. I took Tommy to my place where we could dry off. The minute we reached the privacy of my apartment we dove into the shower together rekindling the desires that were so close to the surface. Minutes later we exploded in an unrestricted release of the deep emotions that had been building within for the past several hours. We were nearly exhausted following our final wild discharge of passion. We rested quietly in the bed lulled nearly to sleep by the rhythmic hum of the dryer as our clothes tumbled over and over in the drum. I wondered in my half conscious mind when, or even if, I would tell her of my long-standing wet-look fetish. Maybe it would be better if I just let her think that she had introduced me to its pleasures. Time would tell.
by Bob
I eased my 28-foot boat into its assigned spot at the dock and tied it up securely. The day's fishing on the lake had produced just barely enough for my supper; still it had been fun. I lowered my small dinghy into the water at the stern knowing that I would probably go for a row sometime this evening. It was a hot sultry day and the light breeze that had drifted across the lake earlier had now all but vanished. In short, it was hot!
I considered changing my old faded jeans for a pair of shorts, but decided against this. Mosquitoes love me more than any other human being, and my bare flesh would be an irresistible welcome mat for them. This also explained why I traditionally wore long sleeve white cotton dress shirts. I pick them up at rummage sales after they have ceased being usable as dress shirts. Most are thin battered and threadbare, and this particular one headed the list.
I popped the top on a cool can of beer, cleaned my one fish, and stored it in my ice chest. Then I saw Sparky coming down the dock. Sparky was probably in her mid thirties average height and build and the manager of the small marina where I kept my boat. The thing that stood out about her was the cheerful bubbly attitude that she had toward life and all of its problems. I never saw her upset, mad, depressed, or in a hurry about anything. She took life''s happenings with ease at all times.
She was an attractive young woman and as far as I knew unattached. Today she was wearing a very light weight cotton sundress. It was pale blue, sleeveless, belted tight at the waist, and came down to several inches below her knees. Her full skirt swirled around her shapely legs as she walked. The top two buttons of her dress were unfastened creating a vee neckline that helped accentuate the beautiful curve of her full breasts. As was often the case Sparky was barefoot. Her dark complexion was brought on by countless hours on the water and on the docks. She never wore any makeup or jewelry, in reality she needed none. The only time consuming chore that she had every morning was fixing her long auburn hair. It was always brushed and combed to a flawless shine. This completed she arranged it in a heavy braid that came down almost to the middle of her back. Across her forehead there were always a few selected strands that intentionally had strayed from the large braid when it was formed. She had a perpetual smile, but not the pasted on type, not the "keyboard grin". Her cheerful disposition was authentic and contagious.
"Hi, Bob! Do any good?" she asked.
"Got my supper, Sparky, that's about all."
"Well at least you didn't get skunked. You find any cool breeze out there today?" she inquired.
"Just early. It's been dead calm all afternoon."
"Thought so."
"Want a beer?" I asked.
"Against the rules. I'm working, remember?"
"Yea; OK."
"Paul comes in for the evening shift pretty soon. I'll come down and have a cool one with you then, all right?"
"Sounds good. I'll save you a couple."
Sparky turned away with a quick wave of her hand and headed back toward the small office. I did a few minor boat chores and stowed my fishing gear for the day. It was just before four when I saw the evening man arrive. A few minutes later Sparky emerged from the office and headed my way. Another boater stopped her on the dock with a question, and she simply directed him to the office. "Permission to come aboard?" she asked formally as she arrived.
"Granted, naturally," I replied and opening the ice chest handed her a beer. "Want a glass?"
"You know me better than that," she responded. We sat in the cockpit for some time talking shop, watching other boats come and go, and drinking our beers.
"Boy it sure is hot today. I've half a mind to go swimming," I stated.
"Not here, Bob. It's against the rules. You'd get run over by some idiot."
"I know. I've gone over behind Pickle Island several times in the past." I pointed out the large island about a half-mile from the marina. "There's a nice secluded cove over there. Good for relaxing, wading around, swimming too."
"I think I know where you mean. Let's go!"
"Really?"
"Sure! Why not! Go put your trunks on. We can swing by my cabin on the way and I'll get my swim suit."
"I don't even own a pair of trunks, Sparky. I always go just like I am."
"Well, to each his own. Let's go get mine anyway."
In my mind I began trying to think of some way to make Sparky change her mind about picking up her bathing suit. "You know, I never worry about getting wet, my clothes dry in no time at all." I paused, but drew only a brief shrug of her shoulders in answer. "We'll take the dinghy, all right?" I suggested.
"Dinghy is fine by me," Sparky replied, "as long as you do the rowing." Gathering up her skirt she climbed over the transom and into the small boat.
I handed her two towels and the four cans that remained of the six-pack and joined her. We were underway a minute later. Sparky sat in the stern facing me with her half can of beer. I had my feet braced far apart against the front of her seat while I rowed. This limited the available space and forced Sparky to extend her legs straight in front of her toward me. She leaned back slightly and hooked her elbows over the back of the dinghy.
"Just going like I am always saves time too," I added hopefully. Sparky didn't reply, just sipped quietly at her can of beer.
I gave up hinting. "Yours is the cabin with the blue trim?" I inquired looking over my shoulder at the shore.
"Yes," she nodded and pointed. I swung the dinghy a little to the right. "You really just go wading and swimming with your clothes on?"
"Sure! It's easier than changing all the time. Besides on hot days like this my clothes dry in no time."
"Oh, the heck with my place. Head for Pickle Island. I'll try it your way for a change."
Sparky's sudden change of plans interrupted any further suggestions I might have had about her forgetting about her swimsuit. It all seemed too good to be true. Without comment I swung our bow back toward Pickle Island before she had a chance to change her mind.
"Open a beer for me, will you?" I asked.
Sparky popped a top for me and handed the can across. I paused rowing for a minute allowing the dinghy to drift. I took several long sips of the refreshing brew and placed the can on the seat beside me. We started off again, and Sparky began dragging her left hand in the water swirling it back and forth.
"Sure is hot," I said. "I'm glad it's only a half mile over there."
"Oh, you're doing just fine," she remarked and splashed a handful of water at me. It splattered my face and shirt front a little, but hit the right leg of my jeans just below my knee the most.
"Hey! You're getting my pants all wet," I complained halfheartedly.
Sparky laughed. You're going swimming with them on so what's the difference?"
I shrugged. "I guess it doesn't matter. Come to think of it, it feels good. Nice and cool."
"Thought it would," she replied and splashed me again. She tipped up her can of beer and downed the final dregs. She reached down and shoved the can under water where it filled quickly with a gurgling sound. Then she reached out and poured it back and forth across my right knee.
"Oh boy! That's almost cold," I muttered. "But it feels good, nice and refreshing."
Sparky laughed and dipped the can again. This time it was my left leg that caught the dousing. She did this several more times until my jeans from the knees down were completely soaked. She poured another can across my thighs and I began to show physical excitement that I hoped she wouldn't notice right away.
"That sure is nice and cool," I remarked as we began to slip behind the island.
"As hot as it is, it should feel great," she replied.
"Go ahead, wet your skirt you'll see what I mean."
"What?" Sparky blurted in playful surprise.
"Pour some on your skirt; It'll cool you off too."
"Oh I don't know," she began.
"You're going to get wet swimming anyway, so why worry."
"I Might be planning to go skinny dipping."
"Really?"
"No! Just kidding, but this seems so darn silly."
"Go on, try it!" I coaxed.
There was a moment's hesitation as Sparky brought the next can of water into the boat. She paused with the can held above her skirt. Then she poured very slowly back and forth across her knees. My physical excitement grew monumentally as I watched the sheer cotton of her skirt turn a darker shade of blue. The fabric soaked up the water instantly turning almost transparent and sticking tightly to the calves of her legs.
"Oh my! That does feel good, so nice and cool. Look how it sticks to me," she said in amazement and tugged at the wet material briefly.
"I know; looks good on you."
"Boy! I don't know about getting all of me wet this dress shows through too much."
"Don't worry, Sparky. There's no one around to see anything."
"No one except you," she exclaimed pointedly.
"I didn't think I mattered."
There was a long moment of thought. "Oh, I guess you're right." Sparky dipped her can again and poured it across my thighs. "My God, you're getting pretty worked up," she said.
"Getting wet can do that to me. And watching a beautiful woman get soaked can really turn me on too."
"Seems pretty silly, if you ask me, but I'll admit it does feel good."
She reached toward me with another can, but I stopped her. "Your turn, Sparky. Pour it up higher this time."
Again there was some hesitation before she poured back and forth across her thighs. She refilled her can and poured again in the same area this time spreading the wetness much higher across her skirt. We were almost to the island, and I stopped rowing to watch her.
"Whoops!" she blurted and jumped just slightly."
"What's the matter," I asked.
"I got my panties wet that time."
I didn't reply, but as she refilled her can I motioned for her to hand it to me. I took the can and poured it slowly across my abdomen completely soaking the front of my jeans.
"There! Now we're even. My shorts are wet too."
My turn," she ordered and took the can from my hand. "Swimming, here I come," she laughed.
The disposition of this can of water caught me completely by surprise. Sparky quickly poured it right across the beautiful curve of her breasts. She squealed briefly as the cold water spread down across her body. I was fascinated watching the water flood downward into her lap. Then she dropped the can, grabbed the side of the dinghy, and with a big splash rolled herself out of the boat into the lake. The dinghy came very close to capsizing as she departed. I took several hard strokes on the oars and felt the boat grind to a stop on the gravel shore. I was in the water an instant later almost waist deep.
Sparky was swimming slowly toward me using a breaststroke. The skirt of her dress floated and drifted around her legs like the tail of a mermaid. I dove under and swam toward her. Surfacing I found that we were almost face to face.
"Oh this is great," she muttered breathing hard. "Cold, but great!"
She swam on heading for the beach with me right beside her. Our toes touched bottom briefly and we gathered our legs under us and stood up in the thigh deep water. Sparky was an image to behold, utterly ravishing with her wet dress wrapping skin tight to every curve of her body. I could see her wet panties right through her skirt and her bra was clearly visible through the wet fabric. Following her swim she was breathing hard making her breasts heave as they thrust maddeningly against the two layers of sodden material. The cold water had caused her nipples to harden and rise to the occasion dark and seductive.
Sparky glanced down at herself and immediately grabbed the front of her dress and pulled it away from her body. She let go and it slapped right back into place clinging in almost a transparent state to her skin.
"God this is embarrassing," she muttered almost to herself and tugged at her clinging skirt.
"Nothing to be ashamed of, Sparky. You're just soaking wet and very beautiful, so what?"
"It's all in the eye of the beholder," she laughed. "Nothing I can do about it anyway now. Come on let's swim again."
She turned and dove into deeper water her heavy braid trailing behind as she glided across the surface of the lake. I followed her for several minutes.
"My dress feels funny the way it swirls around me when I move," she panted and wiped water from her eyes.
I nodded my approval, and minutes later we returned to the beach. This time Sparky pulled herself upright and then waded toward the shore. She didn't try to arrange her dress or hide the fact that she was enchanting. I think she knew this and turned toward me. She brushed her hands lightly down across her clinging dress.
"This feels so good," she blurted. "I never would have imagined that getting my clothes all wet would have felt so good."
"Yes. I know what you mean."
"Hold me, Bob," she begged as she stepped close and threw her arms around me.
Our bodies were pressed tight together and my hands began to follow her lead as we explored each other. Soon we were gasping and straining as the sexual desires welled up within, growing more powerful, more urgent with every passing minute.
"My goodness, this wet dress makes me feel so damn horny," she began.
"I know! Me too!"
"Oh hell, Bob. Let's do it! All the way this time!"
It took only excitement filled minutes for me to peel her wet dress, bra, and panties from her exquisite frame. The smooth marble white texture of her body was in ravishing contrast to her suntanned face, legs, and arms. After that it seemed like an eternity before Sparky finally was able to remove the last of my dripping clothes.
When all was finished we realized that we had passed the point of turning back. We had gone too far. It was a wonderful, joyous, memorable, happening that followed on the beach at Pickle Island. After a few minutes rest we swam naked together for long delightful minutes and then with reluctance called it quits. With some difficulty we managed to get back into out still wet clothes.
By the time we reached the marina the hot air and afternoon sun had dried Sparky's lightweight dress almost completely and my jeans weren't too far from it. We felt that we had opened a new door of mutual enjoyment. Sparky and I were destined to become very close during the remainder of the summer. We knew that throughout the rest of the year we could find many ways and means of accomplishment followed by fulfillment. We wouldn't have to depend on the lake. We had become intimate friends and wet-look lovers. And down the road, maybe more, who knows.
Bill Mason
by Karen and Bob
I changed clothes carefully and with an air of excitement. Bob had just called and was coming over for the afternoon. This always evolved into a wild, carefree session of romantic foreplay culminated by lovemaking that would drive any woman over the edge of physical and emotional bliss. I could hardly wait.
I shed the heavy bulky sweatpants that I was wearing and the equally unappealing denim shirt. I looked in the full-length mirror. I could readily see why Bob called me cute. The sheer lacy bra that I had on was perfect, but I tightened the shoulder straps just a little for some additional support. I slipped off the high-cut cotton briefs that I was wearing and pulled on a snug pair of regular style nylon panties that I knew Bob preferred.
About a year ago Bob had introduced me to his wet-look fetish. It seemed strange at first, not objectionable, not lewd, just peculiar. After a couple of sessions I began to feel the pleasurable sensations of the wet clothing against my skin.
Within a month came the sexual stimulation quite apart from the feelings that Bob imparted to me with his hands, lips, and body. I have joined him willingly, even instigating wet happenings to surprise him. Now and then, when I'm alone, I slip into the shower fully clothed and marvel at the multitude of passionate feelings the flood across the surface of my hungry body. It's more fun when Bob is with me, but even alone it is wonderful.
I selected a lightweight white cotton skirt and a long sleeved white nylon blouse. Bob love to see me in white. My straight designed skirt came to mid calf and fitted snugly across my hips. The blouse fit just right showing off my curves in a very seductive manner. I could faintly see the lace pattern of my bra and the white straps showed quite plainly across my shoulders. Both garments would look and feel great when they got wet, and I knew they would, but how. I put on a pair of open toed sandals and went into the kitchen where I poured myself a cup of coffee.
Glancing outside I saw blue sky, no hope for a walk in the rain today. I noticed the thermometer outside the window. I saw 51 degrees, too chilly for car washing or other outside activities. We both loved the natural joy of having accidents. My mind started to race trying to think of a spontaneous happening that would produce, or lead to, the results that we both desired.
I could wash some dishes. Bob would help too and this had worked great in the past. Oh, but for something new, impulsive, and exciting.
I turned to the fridge and removed an almost full bottle of red wine. From a cabinet I got two tall acrylic wine goblets, one for Bob when he got here. After winning the battle of the stubborn cork, I poured myself a small portion of wine. I sipped it experimentally, nodded in satisfaction, and began searching for some snacks to nibble on. The best I came up with was some crackers and cheese. Oh well, these would have to do. I sat down at the kitchen table and waited sipping now and then at my small portion of wine.
I was thinking constantly about our upcoming romantic engagement trying to invent a new happening that would lead to our desired goal. Suddenly my gaze locked onto the goblet of wine, and then I glanced down toward my white skirt and blouse. "Perfect," I thought aloud, but then wondered if I could wash a wine stain out of my clothes. It would probably come out all right, and if it didn't, "Oh well I'd have a set of play clothes for some other time in the future. Ah, but how?"
I picked up Bob's empty glass and placed it in front of me on the table. I tipped it over several times with a clatter watching where it fell and visualizing where a liquid would have gone if it had been there.
I finally had the placement figured out and began experimenting with how to knock the goblet over in a seemingly accidental manner. I placed the bowl of crackers to my left, just so, and practiced reaching around the glass with my right arm. An artificial sneeze as I brought the cracker toward my lips produced just the jerk of my arm that was needed. The goblet tipped quickly toward me spilling its invisible contents perfectly. I modified the way I was sitting somewhat so the spilled wine would hit the right side of my skirt, across my right hip and thigh. I figured that I'd have to sit pretty close to the table if I expected some of the spill to hit the front of my blouse. I had it all planned by the time I heard Bob's car pull into the yard.
"Hi, Karen," he greeted taking me in his arms. His lips stifled my reply for several long seconds. "Boy you look good!" he exclaimed holding me at arms length and looking me pointedly up and down.
"Thanks," I replied. "Sit down and relax for a minute. Tell me what you've been up to all week."
I pointed to the table and quickly slipped into my seat. I hungrily watched Bob move across the kitchen.
He was wearing old, thin, faded jeans and a sheer cotton dress shirt that even dry had a slight see-through quality. I started to pour Bob some wine, but he motioned me to stop. "Got any beer?" he asked and turned toward the fridge.
"Help yourself." I carefully poured my goblet full and sipped slowly as he seated himself across from me at the small table. For the next five minutes it was small talk and I learned what he had been doing on his boat repairs. I finished my wine and poured the glass full again setting it carefully in its predetermined spot on the surface. I reached for crackers and the cheese several times. Suddenly I became aware of a slight tingling sensation in my body. Anticipation and the wine were getting the better of me. I could feel my hands beginning to shake ever so slightly; I knew the time was at hand. I moved a little closer to the table and twisted around to my left just a bit more. Crossing my ankles comfortably I reached for the crackers.
I was glad that Bob was in the process of draining his beer-can. With his head thrown way back he wouldn't notice if my actions didn't seem spontaneous. I aimed my wrist at the tall goblet and sneezed violently one time as I jerked my arm toward me. There was a clatter of the falling goblet, a startled gasp from me, and a swash of liquid as the spilled wine cascaded to the floor.
I instantly felt the pressure of the falling liquid as it splashed down into my lap. A second or two later, I felt the cold wetness across my belly and hip. "Oh my God! I've done it now!" I exclaimed as I pushed myself away from the table.
The dark red stain covered the right side of my belly, across my hip, and back onto the curve of my buttocks.
There was a hand print sized stain on the front of my blouse and the wet nylon clung excitedly to my skin. I grabbed a hand towel from the rack by the sink and began to blot at the dark smudges on my skirt. Bob was truly sympathetic with me, to begin with, offering his assistance freely.
"I've ruined my skirt!" I complained with pretended remorse. "Just look at me!"
I turned to the sink while Bob wiped up the spilled wine on the table and floor. I wet the dishcloth under the warm water from the faucet and began dabbing at the wine. I thrilled at the warm feeling against my skin. Across my hip I could feel the clinging sensation of my wet panties as they hugged my damp skin.
"Here, let me help you," Bob offered as he stepped up to the sink.
I turned toward him without comment and handed the dishcloth to him. "It probably won't come out," I complained.
"Time will tell," he said and rinsed the cloth out under the running water. "Here, sit still," he said and began rubbing at my stained belly.
Oh, how wonderful it felt as the warm wetness spread slowly across my skin. "I really wanted to look nice for you today. Now look at me!" I began.
I glanced down at the clinging wetness of my skirt. I could see the pink tint of my thigh right through the sodden material. The outline of my wet panties showed plainly across my hip.
"You look great to me," Bob grinned. "You've got it on your blouse too," he added.
I bent forward and with my hand searched for the small stain that I knew was there. "Oh hell, my blouse too!"
"Let's see," he began and applied a wet cloth to my stomach. The blouse soaked through quickly and I felt the spread of warmth down my skin where it blended with the wetness of my skirt. "It's not coming out too well," he said.
"Here, try some Ivory," I exclaimed and handed him the bottle of dish washing detergent.
Bob squirted some on my skirt and began to rub. It was working. He scrubbed in small circles but these gradually became larger and larger as the red stain disappeared. I could feel soapsuds spreading across my wet skin beneath my skirt and panties. It spread slowly down through my straddle. Oh how wonderful it felt. Bob scrubbed the back of my skirt in areas where I knew there was no spilled wine. He was having fun and so was I. He washed the spot on my blouse several times each time working on a larger and larger area. Finally he had progressed to the point that he was nudging playfully right against the lower curve of my breasts, and I could feel that the bottom edge of my bra was getting wet. The lower half of my nylon blouse was plastered tightly to my skin blending perfectly with my saturated skirt.
"I think we need the shower," Bob stated. "I'll never get all these soapsuds off of you here."
"I think you're right," I replied and we turned and moved together toward the bathroom. I could feel soapsuds squishing between my thighs as I walked and the tightness of my skirt across my right hip and buttocks felt wonderful.
In the bathroom Bob turned on the shower and slowly adjusted it. He tripped the stopper in the tub so that the water began to collect. Finally all was right. "Ok, there you go," he advised and stepped back.
I stepped into the shower and immediately turned my back to the spray. I took it full force across the back of my shoulders feeling it flood instantly down my spine. Some small rivulets poured across my shoulders and ran unchecked down the front of my blouse. I watched these as the wetness spread slowly across my breasts. The wet nylon of my blouse clung tightly to every curve and detail and the soaked bra did little to hide my body. My nipples thrust out boldly, dark, hard, and erect against the wet lace material. I turned around twice taking the shower front and back. I watched Bob from the corner of my eye as the suds poured slowly from the hem of my skirt. I could see his manliness easily as it pulsed up and down trying in vain to get free of his tight jeans.
I finally stopped, and facing him said, "Better come and see if you can finish getting these stains out."
He hesitated for an instant, kicked off his shoes, and stepped into the shower with me. The steady flow of water had pretty much taken care of the wine stains, but he lent a hand with a cake of soap here and there to help matters. Soon it was evident that he wasn't washing my skirt or blouse, he was petting me, stroking my warm wet body right through my clinging, utterly soaked clothes.
The water splashed from my body onto Bob as he worked.
The sleeves of his shirt were transparent, clinging tightly to his muscular arms. The spray was slowly darkening the front of his jeans, and I felt my excitement building as I stared at his large penis as it moved slowly beneath the wet fabric. It was only minutes before he was completely drenched.
I began washing and / or petting him with gusto. Oh, how wonderful his hard muscular body felt beneath my hands. Soon almost in unison we began to undress one another. A transparent shirt and blouse were peeled from warm wet skin and dropped into the calf deep water of the tub. His tight faded jeans were difficult to remove, but he helped me. My sodden skirt fell away easily under the contributive force of the shower. My bra and panties were disposed of quickly and his boxer shorts joined the laundry in the bottom of the tub.
We turned off the shower leaving it to drip slowly and together moved toward the bedroom. The bed was warm and cozy, and Bob's body was equal in every way to the demands that I placed on it. What an afternoon this had been. It even turned out that my skirt and blouse didn't get destroyed. They would be available again, at some other time, when Bob & I wanted an accidental happening to help push us along the path to total fulfillment.
by Bob
It was a pretty hot day, and with nothing particular on my schedule, I decided to wash my car. I guess some folks look upon this as an unpleasant task, one that is only undertaken as a last resort. For me it was an enjoyable duty that I performed almost weekly. The fact that I liked getting my clothes wet was responsible, to a large extent, for the pleasures that I found in car washing.
I guess it would be easy to simply turn the hose on myself, but to have it happen slowly, accidentally, inch by inch was much more rewarding. The end result was always the same. My clothes were soaked through, clinging tightly to my body, and creating a deep sense of excitement, of sexual stimulation.
I had washed about half of the car. The sleeves if my thin cotton dress shirt were soaked up to my elbows clinging transparent and bubbly to my skin. The front of my shirt was almost completely soaked, and like the sleeves, showed off every detail of my body. The wetness of my shirt blended perfectly with the soaked front of my old faded jeans. They had turned a shiny dark shade of blue that clung in just the right places to show off my manhood and excite me beyond belief.
What a pleasure it was to simply lean against the car and feel the soapy water spread downward through my clothes. My shorts were clinging to me tightly fostering the passions that were already there. It was turning out to be a really fun afternoon, one I wouldn't soon forget, and my date tonight would receive the benefits of my memories.
I was startled suddenly by a voice behind me. "Hi, Bob!"
I turned quickly to face my next door neighbor, Jody, just as she emerged from the narrow opening in the tall hedge that separated our properties. "Hi, Jody," I replied.
"Cleaning it up a bit, I see. Good Lord, you're soaked!" she exclaimed.
"Just had a little accident," I replied.
"Looks like more than an accident to me."
"OK, I admit it. I just get careless at times. It's so darn hot, and this is an easy way to cool off a bit. What are you up to?"
"Nothing really. At loose ends, and I just thought I'd drop by and say 'Hi',"
I turned the hose on the car rinsing the suds away and watching Jody from the corner of my eye. She was a tall woman well proportioned, athletic in appearance, and quite good looking. I'd come close to saying that she was beautiful, although I hate that term, really. Her dark auburn hair was pulled back in a fluffy ponytail that swayed back and forth across the surface of her long sleeved white nylon blouse as she moved. Her jeans were form fitting, old, thin, and slightly tattered around the cuffs.
"I'll be done here pretty quick and then we'll have a beer. All right?"
"I'll go get a couple now, if you'd like."
"Sure. In the fridge," I directed.
"Be right back," Jody called as she turned and headed for the back door of the house. I marveled at the way she walked. Her snug jeans set off the seductive curve of her buttocks just perfectly. Her action was not a "come on," exaggerated swinging of the hips, it was just reality in motion.
True to her word, she returned quickly and popping the top on a can handed it to me. We sipped our drinks for several minutes and chatted about nothing in particular. It was just small talk destined to pass a few moments in time. I set my can aside and started back to my car washing chore.
"You sure are wet," she exclaimed looking me up and down.
"Happens some times."
"You look kinda sexy, all wet like that. Really exciting!"
"I feel that way too."
"Really?" Jody's brow wrinkled in a quizzical frown.
"Well I'll be," she smiled. "I'd think you'd just be cold and wet."
"Not at all the water in the bucket is good and warm. Try it some time. You'll see what I mean.."
"What? Get my clothes all wet," she asked.
"Sure! You'll see! It's nice and cool on a hot day, and fun besides."
"What do you do, just squirt yourself?"
“Nope, not usually." I dipped my fleece washmitt into the bucket of warm soapy water and slopped it onto the hood and fender of the car. I leaned quickly against the car feeling the warm wetness against my skin as I scrubbed the hood. "See how easy it is?"
"Hmm, does look like fun."
"You'll see. Try it some time when you wash your car."
"Can I try it now?"
I hesitated. "If you'd like." I tossed the washmitt into the bucket of water. "Be my guest," I invited. I picked up my beer can and stepping back motioned her toward the car.
Jody set her beer aside, stepped toward the big bucket, and began rolling her right sleeve up. "Don't roll your sleeve up," I advised. "You're wanting to get it wet. That's the whole point."
She hesitated. "Oh, OK."
She flipped her cuff back down and buttoned it securely. Reaching into the bucket of soapy water she grabbed the washmitt and stepped toward the car. Leaning forward she began washing at the hood right where I had been. The soapy water was a steady, slow, cascade down the fender.
"Lean up against the car now," I advised.
I saw her waver, but then she pressed against the wet soapy surface. Jody continued to scrub and then suddenly stiffened. "Oh, I feel it," she remarked and stepped back slightly. She glanced down at her jeans and then leaned back against the car.
I caught a glimpse of the dampness that she had noticed and felt the excitement building more and more in my body. I could see the sleeve of her blouse getting wetter by the moment as it dragged back and forth across the surface of the hood. She slid back and forth across the surface of the fender as she worked and then turned back for the wash bucket.
"I'm getting my pants all wet," she muttered.
"Feel good?" I asked.
Jody shrugged. "Warm and wet is all."
She dipped the mitt into the bucket and went back to the car. She duplicated her previous washing exercise and this time squeezed out a larger amount of the soapy water. She allowed it to run down the fender before leaning into the surface.
"It does feel good," she remarked. "I'm getting my panties all wet too."
"Figured that." I added.
"How did you get the front of your shirt all wet?"
"Stand in front of the car, squeeze out some soapy water on the hood, then lean way over and try to wash the hood way up toward the windshield."
Jody dipped her mitt into the bucket and did as I suggested. I watched fascinated as she leaned her upper body onto the soapy surface of the hood. She stretched her arm, trying to reach the windshield, and I saw her breasts press firmly down against the wet surface.
"Oh my goodness," she exclaimed. "I've done it now. I'm really soaked!"
I laughed. "Feel good?"
"Like before, just warm and wet."
"Here, rinse it off now," I ordered and handed her the hose.
She tossed the mitt into the bucket and squeezed the trigger on the nozzle. It was set for a narrow cone and created a sizable spray effect in all directions. The water flew back toward her and she stepped back at arm's length out of its range.
"Don't back away from it. Let it hit you." I suggested.
"Oh boy!" she gasped and stepped back closer to the car. "Whew! That's cold!"
The spray was hitting her right across her stomach and instantly turned her blouse transparent. The water flooded down her belly changing the color of her jeans to a darker shade of blue. As I watched the wetness spread all to way down her legs. Suddenly Jody thrust her left arm out ahead of her and turned the spray directly on her dry sleeve.
"Hey this is fun!" she said. "Not bad once you get over the shock."
"Told you so."
"I get my car washed and my laundry done all at the same time," she grinned.
"Conserve water every way you can," I replied with a chuckle.
"Here, it's your turn," she said.
I accepted her invitation and went to scrubbing the hood and fender again. The warm sudsy water was cascading down my lower body, and a change of locations saw me leaning flat against the hood soaking the front of my shirt again. I turned for the hose.
"Lord but you're sexy looking." Jody whispered. "I can see right through your shirt. And those jeans_." She left her sentence open ended, but her gaze, directed toward my full-grown erection, said it all.
"You're pretty damned sexy looking yourself," I exclaimed.
Jody's blouse was plastered tightly to her breasts and I could faintly see the lace outline of her bra through the wet nylon. Her nipples, under the influence of the cold water, were thrusting bold, hard, and tantalizing against the wet material. Her soaked jeans were emphasizing every crease, curve, and angle of her body. I could see the outline of her wet panties across the curve of her hip.
"Like what you see?" she asked with a chuckle.
"Boy, you look terrific! Those jeans sure fit you good."
"Tight, aren't they," she stated and sticking her thumbs into her waistband tugged the wet jeans upward with a little wiggle. "My panties and so wet," she added.
"God, you look sexy! I said again.
"It's starting to actually feel great. Just like you said it would."
Jody reached for the bucket and the dripping washmitt. Without hesitation she reached behind her and squeezed out the warm soapy contents of the mitt, back and forth, across the entire surface of her buttocks. The soapy water flowed easily down the back of her legs while I squirmed in silent excitement. She dipped the mitt again and this time brought it to the front of her shoulders and squeezed the mass of foamy liquid down across her breasts and the entire front of her blouse.
"Oh wow, this is wonderful!" Jody began. "Here, hold me tight," and she threw herself into my arms.
She was still holding the soapy mitt, and as we hugged she began soaking the back of my shirt and then further down across my butt. I could feel her entire body crushing against mine working slowly, sensually, erotically against me. She turned aside and dipped the mitt into the bucket again. Jody squeezed it out beneath our chins while she pressed hard and suggestively against me.
"Oh boy! Now see what you've gone and done." She remarked almost breathlessly.
"What did I do?" I asked.
"You got my clothes all wet."
"I did not! That was all your doing."
Jody laughed. "Yes, but you put me up to it. And now just look at me!"
"You look great to me."
"I know. You've got me all wet and all excited now. The least you could do is offer me a hot shower."
I hesitated before inviting her inside for a shower. I somehow knew where this would lead, but suddenly I didn't care. I wanted this tall auburn haired beauty, and I knew that she wanted me. We showered together and made love in the bottom of the tub amidst our discarded clothes. A few minutes later our clothes tumbled over and over in the drier. While waiting, we made love again this time in the warm comfort of the bed. Jody dressed a few minutes later and turned toward the door.
"Next time I wash my car you can come over and help me. All right?"
I think all of you know what me response was.
by Bob
It was a very warm afternoon. I had completed several small landscaping jobs around the house and had finally retired to my favorite chair with a can of beer, my TV, and a football game. Suddenly the phone rang. I pushed the mute button on the remote and answered.
"Hello."
"Hi Bob, this is Jody. What's up?"
"Hi there. Long time no see. Nothing doing here except a ball game."
"Not doing anything special?" she asked.
"Just finished some yard work. Nothing else on the agenda."
"Yes, I saw you working when I drove by a few minutes ago."
"Just quit."
"Could you come over for supper this evening?
"Sure. What time?" I asked.
"Oh, I guess we'll eat about six, but you could come early if you'd like."
"What do I bring?"
"Got any good wine?"
"I'll bring a bottle."
"I'm going to wash my car this afternoon. You can come and help if you'd like, then we'll eat."
"See you in a little bit," I stated.
I hung up the phone a moment later noticing that my hands were shaking just slightly, and I knew why. My neighbor, Jody, was an unattached woman several years younger than I and an absolute beauty. She and I had never dated, but we had been romantically involved one time several weeks ago.
That memorable day, I had been washing my car, and she had dropped by. I had been splashing water around carelessly, indulging in my wetlook fetish, and she had been intrigued. At my invitation she had decided to help me. Jody ended up completely drenched and surprisingly just as excited by the wet experience as I was. We had showered afterwards and made love to quell our desires. I could only imagine what was in store for me today. I didn't need to change clothes or anything. If she wanted to play the car wash game, my old jeans and thin white dress shirt were just perfect. Not wanting to appear too anxious, I watched a few more minutes of the ball game. I finally got a bottle of wine from the cabinet and headed next door.
I could hear water running from a hose before I slipped through the small opening in the hedge that separated our properties. I found Jody rinsing some soap from the trunk lid and back window of her car. She was beautiful. Her dark auburn hair had been fashioned into a single heavy braid that hung down her back almost a foot below her collar.
Jody was wearing an attractive white cotton dress that contrasted nicely with her dark complexion. The snug bodice was designed to show off the rich curve of her breasts and it did its job well. Her skirt was calf length, strait cut, and belted tightly at the waist.
It hugged her hips and lower body in the most appealing way possible. The right sleeve of her dress was soaked to the elbow and clinging, wet and bubbly to her forearm. Jody's skirt was quite damp across her thighs, and in places I could faintly detect the tint of her skin through the snug fabric.
"Hi, Bob," she greeted.
"Hi, yourself! Boy, you sure look nice!"
"Thanks," she replied.
"You're getting your dress all wet," I remarked placing the bottle of wine on the edge of the porch.
"I know. I slipped and fell against the car."
"It was an accident?" I asked.
"Yes."
"I bet," I muttered.
"No, really," she pouted playfully as she defended her statement.
"And your sleeve?"
Jody hesitated looking down at her wet sleeve. "Well, you've got me there," she admitted with a smile.
"Here, let me help you."
I took the washmitt from her, dunked it into the big bucket of warm soapy water, and started to wash the car. I leaned against the car feeling the wetness penetrate my jeans and shorts almost instantly.
"You're getting wet," she warned.
"So?"
"Yea, well I guess it doesn't matter."
Jody turned and leaned back against the car beginning a rapid flow of conversation about the past week. I watched as she slid along the side of the car keeping ahead of me as I worked. I knew she was getting the back of her skirt wet and the excitement began to build. When I turned back toward the bucket I saw her gaze flick down for a moment focusing on the heavy bulge in the front of my wet jeans.
"My turn," she said and held out her hand for the mitt.
I handed it to her and she dipped it deep into the bucket and turned back to the car. The back of her skirt was pretty wet right across the curve of her buttocks. As she worked she leaned right against the soapy surface allowing the suds to flow down across the front of her skirt. By the time she reached the front fender the water was dripping from the hem of her skirt and it was plastered tight to the contour of her thighs, snugly clinging to the gentle curve of her belly.
I took the hose and began rinsing the suds from the car as she scrubbed. I felt the spray of cold water wetting my jeans and shirt more and more, but didn't care. In fact, I relished the sensation. As Jody rounded the front of the car she stretched out full length across the hood and trying to reach the windshield pressed her entire upper body onto the wet soapy surface. When she went to the bucket for more suds I saw that almost the entire front of her dress was quite wet. The front and lower curve of her breasts was accented greatly by the wet clinging material. She was beauty and stimulation all in one.
"Give me the hose," she said and extended her hand.
I passed the hose to her. "Here you are."
"This is too damned slow," Jody remarked and squeezing the trigger turned the spray directly onto the curve of her right hip. She swung the spray around behind her hosing down the back of her skirt and then back and forth across her abdomen rinsing the suds from her belly and legs.
I was excited beyond belief and my pulsing erection was signaling that I was ready. "My God you're beautiful."
"So are you," she exclaimed and turned the hose directly onto the front of my jeans. "Looks like you're all hot and bothered too."
"And you?" I asked.
Jody flipped the spray upwards and let the gushing water flood down across her ample breasts. That thin white cotton dress was clinging like glue to every curve, crevice, and outline of her body. I could see the lace trim of her soaked bra and the outline of her panties showed plainly across her wet hips. Her nipples, excited by the chill water of the hose, were struggling to escape the layers of wet material trying in vain to conceal them. They thrust hard, peaked, and challenging against the sheer surface appearing as faint dark circles beneath the wetness of bra and dress.
I couldn't stand it any more. I dipped the mitt into the bucket and turning to Jody circled her with my arms. We hugged and kissed while I scrubbed up and down her back with the dripping mitt. I followed the flowing suds down across her wet bottom with my free hand, and when the mitt's contents were almost exhausted, I pulled it over her shoulder and squeezed it dry across her breasts.
Jody was writhing in my arms her hungry body straining against mine. She worked her breasts back and forth across my chest while her hands explored my physique.
"Oh, wow! He's all mine," she groaned as her hand stroked deftly up and down through my wet crotch.
"How about a shower?" I asked.
"Follow me," she said and turned toward the house.
Watching her walk ahead of me was exciting, to say the least. Her clinging wet dress showed the outline of her bra across her back, and the curves of her bottom moved exotically as she walked. Jody was exhilarating, stimulating, sexually appetizing, and alluring. She grabbed the wine from the porch as we passed and set it on the kitchen counter on the way to the bath. It was an erotically warm sensual shower that we had together. We washed each other's clothes while kissing, hugging, and openly petting. Then we peeled the wet garments from each other's hungry bodies. We continued to squirm, hug, and pet for many minutes while the sexual stimulations pushed us higher and higher toward the point of no return.
At last, with almost an animal cry of desperation, Jody gripped my hand, pulled me from the shower, and nearly ran toward the bedroom. We dove onto the bed, still dripping wet, and released our pent up emotions in the only way we could. It had been a wonderful afternoon and no matter how good the supper turned out to be, I knew it would be anticlimactic for me.
by Barbara & Bob
I was nervous and excited as I threw a complete change of clothes into a plastic super market bag. I glanced at myself in the full-length mirror and nodded in satisfaction. My old faded jeans were rather threadbare in places, but they fit me like a glove. I remembered that Bob always liked to see me in tight pants. Then too, I enjoyed the feeling as well. I knew that I had very shapely hips and an equally appealing butt that would be shown off nicely by my tight jeans. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband and giving a little wiggle pulled them up a little tighter into my straddle. I could detect the outline of my body right through the skin-tight jeans, and I loved it. "I'll drive him crazy today," I muttered.
My thin cotton blouse was perfect too. It was sheer enough that it showed off the lace fabric of my bra and the straps were easily seen across my shoulders.
This I knew was seductive and alluring. Bob would like it too.
Bob and I had been lovers for several years. Our families were fairly close and often attended social functions together. The fact that we were both happily married didn't cause any problem. It made getting together a little difficult because we had to time everything just right, making sure our mates were safely away on a trip or on business. All of this limited our engagements to three or four times a year.
I say we were "happily married." Yes, with one exception, one major exception.! Bob and I in the dim past had been introduced to the wet clothing fashion of sexual arousement and pleasure. This had occurred at different times and at different places for each of us, but we had both become addicts to the wet clothing experience. We loved the feeling and look of wet clothes on our bodies. However, our mates were really square in this regard and neither of us could get any wet experiences at home.
By accident we had found out about our mutual cravings and had played together frequently and secretly ever since. Bob had been away for over three months on his annual summer vacation. He had returned home about three weeks ago, but we had not had an opportunity to get together as yet. Today would set it all right. Our spouses were heading in opposite directions for the whole weekend leaving Bob and I to indulge in our own pastime.
I pulled up at his house unannounced and parked off the alley where my car wouldn't be easily seen. I rang the bell at the back door and waited almost breathlessly.
"Well I'll be damned!" Bob exclaimed as he opened the door.
"Hi, handsome. Where have you been for the last six months?"
"It's only been three," he corrected.
"You miss me?" I asked.
"You better believe it," he replied and stepping close took me in his arms.
Bob was dressed almost the same as I was. His thin faded jeans were snug fitting and the old, well-worn, white dress shirt was thin enough that it had an almost see through appearance even in its dry state.
We French kissed until we were forced to pause for a breath. Bob's hands caressed my back and shoulders constantly sending shivers up and down my spine. He traced the outline of my bra beneath my thin blouse again and again. He slid his palms down below my waist and rubbed my hips and upper thighs experimentally.
Oh, how good it felt. My hands were exploring his body endlessly. My touch traveled across the well-rounded curve of his buttocks and up and down over his hips.
Suddenly he mirrored my actions and his hands slid back onto the cheeks of my butt and he gripped me firmly caressing and working my buns openly. This action increased the pressure already being exerted between our bodies, and I could distinctly feel the form of his hard penis as it pressed against my belly. I stretched upwards to my tip-toes and thrust my body firmly against his throbbing organ. We both quivered, strained, and groaned in unison at the sensation.
"Damn, but you feel good!" he whispered.
We crushed our bodies together one final time and then parted. Bob reached back and closed the door while I went to his fridge and got two cans of beer.
We sat at the kitchen table sipping our drinks and talking about the past long summer.
"What did you miss the most while you were away?" I asked.
"Making love to you now and then," he answered. "What did you miss the most?"
"Me? Oh, I missed the love making, naturally, but I guess I missed the way you always manage to get my panties wet."
"Hmm, Yes, that's fun all right. I miss that too."
"That's the big special thing we have between us."
"Yes, I know," he agreed.
"I love getting you wet too," I said.
Bob laughed. "Want me to wet your panties for you?" he asked.
"Any time."
"Come on beautiful," he returned and rising moved toward the sink.
I followed feeling the anticipation rise through my frame like a million electric darts. Bob was adjusting the flow and temp of the water, and I pulled two hand towels from the towel bar and spread them on the floor in front of the sink.
"There. That's about right," he said.
Bob turned to me and took me in his arms again. I instantly felt the pulse of his hard body against me and did my best to focus it where it would do us both the most good. Bob suddenly brought his right hand upward from my waist and caressed my breast openly, feverishly, pinching gently at my erect nipple again and again. I was going wild with enjoyment. My hands were shaking slightly as I reached down and unfastened the waist of my jeans. As Bob stepped back I unzipped my pants and turned the flaps open exposing the gentle curve of my belly and the glossy white surface of my nylon panties.
"Oh boy, your panties feel so good," he said and stroked his fingers deftly across the surface of the warm nylon.
"Get them wet for me and they'll feel sexy," I suggested.
I saw Bob's hands were shaking a little as he filled a cup from the faucet. He brought the half-full container down close to my belly and with a quick motion slopped it strait into the open front of my jeans. There was an instantaneous flash of hot, wet across my belly and then the quick slide of warmth right down into my crotch. I stiffened with enjoyment and groaned aloud feeling the wetness spreading all through my straddle and down the inside of my thighs..
"Oh, wow," he began and I felt the palm of his hand against my wet belly.
I took the cup from him, filled it nearly full, and poured it right across the front of his jeans. Bob gasped in delight and then groaned aloud when I brought my free hand up into his straddle and stroked him as the water flowed down through his clothes. I pulled my jeans closed, zipped them up and fastened the top button. "You got my jeans all wet," I said.
"You asked for it," he replied.
"I wanted my panties wet, not my jeans."
"Like hell. You want everything wet in the long run."
"Be my guest," I answered with a grin.
Bob filled the cup again and carefully poured it back and forth across the front of my jeans. The warm wetness was magical as it flooded down through my straddle. Bob's hand came up between my thighs and he began stroking my vagina pressing my soaked panties into the creases and folds of my body. I was going wild. I bent backwards from the waist as he pressed his manhood hard against me. I squirmed in delight against him feeling my thin blouse stretching tightly across the curve of my breasts.
"Wet my bra for me," I begged.
Bob filled the cup. He closed his hand over my right breast and poured slowly over the back of his caressing hand. The warm water flooded down across the full curve of my breasts. The blouse soaked through instantly and the lace bra too. I could see the dark circles of my firm and erect nipples right through the clinging fabric. They strained against the wet clothing as if trying to get free. Bob's lips nibbled playfully at my nipples, and I poured a cup of warm water right across the back of his shirt. Some of it ran down the front and I added another cup full to this trickle completely soaking the front of his shirt. It was nearly transparent, very see-through, sticking erotically to his skin. I felt water dribbling onto my feet from the cuffs of my jeans.
"We better get in the shower, Bob. We're going to have one hell of a puddle if we don't."
Bob agreed and moments later we were both wrapped in each others arms kissing and petting almost frantically as the water from the shower head cascaded down over our hungry bodies. Soon we began to remove items of clothing. It happened slowly, carefully with each of us removing the others clothes item by item. Finally we were both naked, but still the petting and play continued.
"I can't take any more of this," Bob suddenly gasped. I had to agree. We indulged in a quick towel-down and then dove for the warmth and softness of the bed.
After that we relaxed and for a short time sleep overcame us. Sometimes I'm glad that there are long spells between our rendezvous. It seems to heighten the level of enjoyment that we both experience in our own very special way.
by Bob
I have a neighbor that is, shall we say, "Wow!" She's what I would call a little past middle age, but then, so am I. Kate has always taken care of herself. She's at the gym twice a week and most of the year plays a round of golf weekly. My wife Vicky and I have developed a close relationship with Kate and her husband, John. So close that Kate confided in Vicky that John had steadily gone downhill in his desire to have sex. Everything still worked all right but there was no craving as in the past. Kate had to almost demand the few encounters that she was able to manage every month and this destroyed any mutual feelings of commitment, craving, and caring. As Kate termed them,
"The three Cs."
This weekend, as it worked out, saw my Vicky on her way to Seattle and John heading north for Portland.
Who was left holding down the two forts? Kate and I. The phone rang early in the afternoon, and I grabbed the receiver ready to rudely dismiss another telemarketer.
"Hello!"
"Hi there. This is Kate. I've got a fresh pot of coffee and some homemade donuts."
"And you want me to help you eat them."
"I can't eat them all myself," she replied.
"Be right over."
I felt excitement building as I crossed the alley to Kate's house. She greeted me holding the door open with her foot. As the door swung closed we hugged and exchanged a quick kiss on the cheek, as was our habit.
The scent of Kate's perfume drifted almost unnoticed as I held her close for a brief moment. The overpowering aroma of fresh baking flooded the house.
I followed her to the kitchen where she poured cups of coffee and placed them on the small table with a heaping plate-full of fresh sugar-sprinkled donuts.
Kate looked great as always. Her dark red hair, almost an auburn shade, fell in soft waves around the collar of her denim shirt framing her face in the most complimentary way possible. She wore almost no makeup that I could see; maybe a touch of lipstick was all.
Small earrings dangled from the lobes of her ears, but nothing more. Kate was wearing blue jeans belted tight at the waist and open-toed sandals completed her attire. We talked about nothing in particular for a few minutes and then the conversation shifted its direction abruptly.
"Bob, I guess Vicky's told you about the problems that John and I are having, hasn't she?"
"About trading in your car?" I asked.
"No! We settled that. It's about our love life," she replied looking down at her hands as they rested on the table before her.
"Oh, that. Well, just that John doesn't seem as interested as he once was."
"That's putting it mildly. Interested? Hell, Bob, as far as he's concerned, I don't exist except for being a home-maker."
"I'm sorry, Kate. Any theories as to why?"
"None at all. I thought he might have a mistress somewhere, but I've given up that notion. He's always with a bunch of other people all the time."
"No other ideas?"
"None. I always do my best to look good for him. When it does happen everything works out fine for us, but having to beg destroys the spontaneity that I wish was there."
"Gosh, Kate, I don't know what to say. I know you always look nice every time I see you."
"Vicky said that you and she had something special that you did now and then, but she wouldn't go into any details. She seemed a little embarrassed by the thought, told me to ask you."
I hesitated for a long minute not quite sure how, or even if, I should explain these sensitive details.
"Well?"
I swallowed hard and throwing caution aside plunged ahead. "That's easy. We just get wet together."
"You what?"
"We get wet together. We get our clothes all wet."
"Why?" she asked dumbfounded.
"It's just lots of fun. I guess man collectively loves being dominant, he loves the challenge, the sense of a conquest. Can I speak freely without hurting your feelings or embarrassing you?" I asked.
"Please do! Lay it on the line for me."
"OK! To start with, I have no idea what, where, why, or how you and John go at it, so I'm just talking generalities. OK?"
"OK."
"Some men enjoy and get turned on by naked women. Others like the thin negligees and exotic clothing. For the majority of us, both of these scenarios leave nothing to envision nothing for us to do in order to achieve our desired goal. There is little left for us to conquer not anything for us to imagine. It's just laid out for us on a silver platter, so to speak. You know, here I am, take me situations. I believe the majority of men want to be teased along. We want to work hard for what we get, we want to be excited slowly."
"So what does that have to de with you and Vicky getting your silly clothes all wet?" she asked. "It's a natural happening. When she gets wet it allows me to see a little of what I'm after. It teases me."
"Explain."
"Her blouse gets wet and sticks to her skin. It's somewhat transparent and shows off her body and her undergarments to some extent. This is exciting, really wild. It's better than having it all suddenly bared before me. Her pants or skirt, whatever, cling to her body and legs and show off the curves that I must work hard to acquire. By the time I get there I'm really turned on, and it happens with almost an animal intensity."
"Sounds good for you, but what about poor Vicky with her clothes all soaking wet?"
"Hell, she loves it. The feeling of the wet materials clinging to her skin turns her on, and she likes seeing me all wet and sexy as well. When we pet each other through the wet clothes it feels so much better than with dry things on, more intimate."
"You get wet too?"
"Sure. She gets me just as wet as I get her. Sometimes it takes two minutes, sometimes it happens, little by little, over the period of maybe an hour or more. The end results are just perfect, and I love it. It's a great feeling when she gets my shirt and pants all wet."
"What do you do? I mean, how do you do it?" Kate laced the fingers of both hands together. With her elbows on the table, she propped her head on her hands and stared at me with deep interest.
"Oh, sometimes just a little splashing type of water fight, at times we just hot tub without taking anything off, now and then a shower. There's lots of ways and means. Dish washing, car washing, an ordinary shampoo that gets out of hand, anything where there is water involved, even the rain."
"Well it sounds interesting, but I'll bet John would be furious if I threw water at him."
"You start the other way. Spill some water on yourself, just enough that it's noticeable and a little sexy. Make sure he notices and play it from there. Maybe enlarge the spill a little if nothing happens at first. Sooner or later he will get involved, I will almost guarantee it."
"OK!" Kate hesitated formulating her words. "Pretend," she began raising her hand like a stop signal, "just pretend that you're John right now. What should, or could I do? Explain it to me, step by step."
"OK. To start with you're dressed all wrong. You look great, don't misunderstand me, but all wrong for wet play."
"You dress special?" she asked with eyebrows raised.
"Absolutely! You want to wear items that, when they get wet, will become see-through, almost transparent. Materials that will stick to your skin and show off the beauty of your body in a suggestive way. Thin nylon or silk blouses look great and long sleeves are the best."
"Why long sleeves?"
"There's just more to get wet than with short or sleeveless designs. It's easy to accidentally get a sleeve wet doing something too. White is the best color or at least light-pastels. White shows through better than others. Pants should be lightweight and snug fitting. Jeans are best if they are old, well worn, tight, and faded. Skirt characteristics should follow all of these guidelines. The style of skirt doesn't matter too much. I prefer strait cut designs, sung across the hips, but even full skirts work all right."
Kate rose and refilled my coffee cup. She set the carafe back on its stand and turned toward the door to the hall. "Be back in a minute," she announced.
I sipped at my fresh coffee for several minutes before Kate returned. When she appeared I was shocked.
She had changed clothes. In place of her heavy denim shirt she now wore a white silk blouse long sleeved, sheer, and form fitting. Her blue jeans were old, faded, threadbare in places, and very tight.
"How's this?" she asked placing her hands on her hips and turning, full-circle for my inspection.
"Boy, you look good," I remarked.
"Suitable for wet play?" she asked with a grin.
"Definitely!"
"Show me how."
"Kate, you sure?" I asked quietly.
"Why not?"
"I'm afraid we might be leading into something we'd regret."
"I don't think we'd regret it," she said solemnly.
"All right, but just the play part, OK?"
"Fine. I already know how to do the other. Now, show me how?"
"OK. Fill up the sink and wash those few dishes.
Better throw a towel on the floor to catch the drips."
Kate turned to the sink, spread a towel on the floor, and a moment later had the basin nearly full of hot soapy water. Seated at the table I knew that she couldn't detect the erection that I suddenly had going for me.
Now just wash those dishes. Don't worry about the cuffs of your blouse. Let them dip into the sink now and then. When you go from sink to drainer with a dish just have some soapy water in it and let it spill on the edge of the counter. It will splash all over you.
A few times like that and you'll have a good big wet spot. You can wipe your wet hands on your hips too.
This always works if you do it frequently enough.
"Oh boy," she hesitated. "Here goes." Kate plunged her right hand wrist deep into the sink. The cuff of her blouse was soaked instantly as she groped for a spoon in the bottom of the basin. When she placed it in the drainer she stopped to examine her wet sleeve.
"I see what you mean by see-through," she muttered.
I watched anxiously as she began washing a small bowl. When she went to place it in the drainer she tipped a sizable bit of water out of it, but missed the edge of the counter completely. The suds spilled instead back into the sink. Kate replaced the bowl in the water and tried again. This time she managed perfectly. I saw the splash of water from the counter and knew that it had hit her just right.
"Oh boy, now I've done it," she exclaimed.
I watched as she pressed her right hand against her wet stomach. My excitement was growing by the minute, as was my physical size.
"This is going to get John excited?"
"If it doesn't, rigormortis has already set in," I said and Kate laughed.
"You need to turn toward him now and then so he can see what's happened. You know, just pick up another dish from somewhere, or something."
Kate turned from the sink and picked up a knife from the stove. I saw the sizable wet area on the right side of her blouse and the dark semicircle of dampness just ahead of her right hipbone. I was getting greatly excited and my hands shook slightly as I raised my cup for another sip.
"Look all right?" she asked.
"Yes great!"
"Sexy? Enough to get him interested?"
"Should be, if he doesn't start getting responsive just spill some more."
"Are you excited?"
"Hell yes!"
"Come help me with these dishes." Kate suggested.
"Now you're learning." I replied. "John might come, but I don't think I'd better."
"Oh, come on," she urged. "Please."
I rose hesitantly from the table and stepped up to the sink with her. I placed my hands on her hips feeling the dampness of her jeans beneath the fingertips of my right hand. Just as I did she moved another small plate from the sink and warm soapy water splashed across my hand wetting her clothes more.
"Boy, I see what you mean. This does feel good. Look at my sleeve." Kate held her arm out and examined the wet material as it clung to her wrist. Suddenly she plunged her hand into the sink and slid her whole forearm down into the water. When she withdrew it her entire sleeve was soaked to several inches above her elbow clinging transparent and bubbly to her skin.
"This is exciting, isn't it?"
"You're getting your jeans all wet too," I reminded.
"My panties too," she added patting the soaked area of her belly. "Is this the time that I'd splash water on him?"
"Maybe not. Simply turn and hug him, give him a big kiss. Let your wet clothes do the job for you. Just get him a little damp at first."
"Hmm, OK," Kate turned quickly and pressed herself into my arms. Her wet soapy hands and wet sleeve circled my shoulders, and I felt the dampness across the back of my thin cotton shirt. Her lower body pressed firmly against me. "My goodness! You are excited," she exclaimed as she noticed the pressure of my throbbing erection against her belly.
"I'm sorry," I began.
"Don't be." Kate turned back to the sink and began washing the few remaining dishes. "How do I get the top of me wet and make it look accidental?"
"That's a tough one," I admitted. "Your wet sleeve is about the best possibility right now. Sometimes you can suddenly notice an imaginary spot of something spilled in just the right place that needs washing off."
"Like that spot of jelly," she said.
"Yes that would work," I replied knowing that there was no "spot of jelly" anywhere.
Without further ado Kate dipped the sponge into the water and brought it directly to her right breast where she began washing out the invisible spot. She gasped openly twice. "Oh brother! I'm wet now," she whispered. "Even my bra." She continued to scrub her blouse. "Oh my goodness, this feels good," she advised. Suddenly she grabbed the small bowl resting in the drainer, dipped it into the sink and poured it directly across her right breast. The water cascaded down the surface of the nylon blouse splashing onto the counter and the front of her jeans. "Oh boy I'm soaked," she muttered.
"Kiss me," I whispered with my lips close to her ear.
Kate swung around quickly and our bodies molded together in a passionate embrace. No longer was it a sweet neighborly kiss on the cheek. Now it was a full-fledged impassioned French kiss. The right side of her blouse was clinging transparently to the rich curve of her breast, and I could easily see the dark circle of her erect nipple right through her wet bra and blouse. Dampness was spreading across the front of my shirt and jeans leaving me panting with expectation.
"Kate, I've got to go," I blurted.
"Where?"
"Home, I guess! Anywhere! I can't take this any more!"
"Not yet! Come with me," she commanded and taking my hand led me down the hallway to the bathroom.
I stood frozen as she turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature. She never released her hold on my hand, but I never really tried to get free. A moment later Kate gasped aloud as she stepped into the downpour. She turned slowly full-circle under the spray and I saw the bare skin of her back and the bright white straps of her bra right through her clinging blouse. Kate's jeans were tightly drawn, dark shiny blue, and skin tight to her buttocks. Her breasts seemed to be struggling to get free of the sodden garments that tried in vain to hide her body from me. The lace cups of her bra did little to cover the dark hard nipples that thrust so symmetrically upward daring me to pinch, to bite.
"Come on," she ordered motioning for me to join her.
My mind said, "No way," but my body quickly stepped into the warm torrent. I threw myself into Kate's open arms and groaned as the water and her exploring hands caressed my body. We petted freely and openly. It only took maybe two minutes before Kate reached her peak and went over the edge into a wild orgasm. Not once, but twice in rapid succession. Her experienced hands worked through my clinging wet jeans and shoved me over the top without difficulty.
We both leaned back against the walls of the shower breathing hard, laughing quietly. Very slowly and gently we stroked each other's wet bodies. We had never undressed; we had never touched the other person's bare skin, yet we had achieved fulfillment.
"I'll get you something to wear," Kate said as she turned off the shower and stepped from the tub. She grabbed a bath towel and left the room. Moments later she returned wrapped in a housecoat and laid John's housecoat on the counter by the sink. Then she was gone.
We drank coffee and ate fresh donuts while my clothes tumbled over and over in the drier. We never mentioned our experience, nor did we talk about Kate's problem and its potential solution. Finally I had warm dry clothes on. Without any great fanfare I left Kate's house and headed back across the alley for home. I somehow knew that what had happened between us would forever and always be our deepest secret.
by Kitty and Bob
It had been hot all week just beautiful weather. Now that the weekend was upon us I awoke to find that it had rained hard all night. The forecast was for steady drizzle for the next seventy-two hours. I was disappointed, to say the least, as Sam and I had planned to go hiking in the mountains. He called early and wiped out these grandiose plans promising nevertheless to pick me up about ten. It was going to be a late breakfast or maybe we'd call it brunch and after that, time would tell.
I put away my heavy hiking clothes that I had laid out last night and dressed for the unknown. I pulled on a pair of cotton slacks and a long sleeved cotton jersey. My slacks were light tan in color almost matching the off-white of my snug fitting jersey.
Seeing as the rain was continuing to fall, I pulled on my heavy, low-cut hiking boots. Sticking my small billfold into the pocket of my jacket, I hung it on the front doorknob. I brushed my long auburn hair for several minutes, fashioned it into a soft ponytail, and threaded it through the opening in the back of an old baseball cap advertising Dodge trucks. I was ready and as always feeling a touch of excitement as I waited for Sam to arrive.
Sam and I both worked for the same Dodge dealership, he as a mechanic, and I in the finance department. We had been dating steadily for nearly two years and had been romantically involved for almost a year. Thus far we had shied away from any commitment to marriage. We were both free spirits, wild, carefree, daring, and inventive by nature. We were like untamed animals sometimes, refusing to be molded into the form fitting stereotypes that the world wanted us to assume. I heard Sam's truck as he pulled up in the driveway. Slipping into my jacket, I skipped down the front steps and crossed the lawn to join him.
We drove across town to a small restaurant where we often ate. We ordered big breakfasts and sipped at our coffee mugs while waiting for the food to be prepared.
As we did several of our friends came in and, after a little table re-arranging, we all settled down for an enjoyable meal. There were twelve of us in all. Except for Doug and Polly, and Saul and June we were all single. We found out however, that Dusty and Pete had become engaged since the last time that we had seen them. Everyone was dressed casually, or on the downside of hit-or-miss. It was all sports or work clothes except Molly Edwards, Andy's girl. She was wearing a cotton shirtwaist type dress with a full skirt and looked better than the rest of us to say the least. The remainder of our gang belonged to the roughneck crowd. I guess that I was probably second behind Molly with my nice cotton slacks. Still, as far as that goes, everyone looked good to me, especially the guys.
There was considerable conversation during the later part of the meal about what we were all going to do for the rest of the day. By the end of the meal no decision had been made. Following our breakfast, I went to the ladies room with a couple of the other girls. We returned to find our group crowded about the cashier's stand. Sam had paid for my breakfast and he accepted my thanks as we straggled out into a gray, cool, misty, cloud covered morning.
"Where we going?" I asked.
"Following Andy. He and Pete have got some brainstorm planned."
The small convoy of six vehicles wound its way through town and swung in formation into the highschool area. Andy pulled to a stop by the football practice field.
It was the school's policy to allow anyone to use the field any time they wanted, if it wasn't in use by the school. Andy piled out of his pickup and was quickly joined by Pete. Suddenly a football appeared and amidst lots of shouting the guys ran out onto the field throwing passes back and forth in the lightly falling rain. They had all shed their jackets so they would have something dry to put on when they were done with their foolishness.
"They've got to be kidding," I remarked.
"Doesn't look like it," replied Sam as he pulled off his jacket and ran after the others.
I couldn't believe it. Here it was drizzling a steady light rain and the guys were going to play football.
The field, for the most part, looked more like a swamp. Solid mud glistened everywhere and standing water, left over from last night's deluge, formed huge puddles yards across. The grass, that had once been the playing surface, had been reduced, by long practice sessions, to churned up clumps of dirt resembling more closely a farmer's pasture than an athletic field.
Dusty and Molly came over and squeezed into Sam's truck with me. The guys were all getting pretty muddy and Saul Rogers had taken a header into the mud and was a real mess. Will broke from the group and went over to his car where the other three girls were watching. There was a short conversation and then he turned back to the muddy game.
We were suddenly surprised to see his date, Marva, slip out of the car. She pulled off her sweater, tossed it into the car, and walked barefoot toward the melee on the field. She was followed a moment later by Polly.
Everyone got together and apparently chose up sides for a real game. Several of the guys kept motioning for us to come and join them. June gave up her sole occupancy of Will's car and trotted out onto the field.
"They want us all to come," I said.
"You going?" Dusty asked.
"Are you?" I inquired.
"I'm game if you are."
"Oh, Hell! Let's go!" I muttered, and I began to struggle out of my jacket. I opened the door and stepped out into the wet weather. Dusty emerged from the other side of the truck.
"Hey! Don't leave me here alone," cried Molly.
"Come on with us," I suggested.
"But, I've got a dress on," she complained.
"So what. That doesn't matter out there. Just tuck your skirt up under your belt. Come on!"
Molly climbed out, pulled the back of her skirt through between her legs, and tucked it firmly into the front of her belt. She tossed her jacket into the truck and the three of us slogged out across the field to join the game. "This is really damn stupid, if you ask me," she muttered as we gingerly skirted a large puddle of water.
The game in progress stopped when we arrived and there proceeded to be a brand new choosing up of sides. Two rules were decided on right off the bat. Three girls on each team, and their boy friends had to be on the other team. That made it all easy.
There was no kick off. We just started where we were.
There weren't even any designated end zones for scoring. It was going to be just a push and shove match in the mud and water of the field. I grimaced to think of what the outcome would be.
Molly got to carry the ball first. I was part of a five-person line that was supposed to protect her and open a hole for her to run through. She made it maybe a yard before someone tripped her up and she fell. I didn't get to see it happen, for I was flat on my face in the mud. Someone had toppled me, and I took a real header. It was more like a baseball player sliding into second base flat on my stomach. I remember smashing face down into the mud with my breasts plowing the slop and water aside as I slid to a stop.
A body finally rolled off of my legs, and I picked myself up slowly wondering, "What happened?" I was solid mud, soaking wet, and struggling to get my breath. I looked around. Almost everyone else was plastered to one degree or another some in worse shape than I.
Molly slowly got to her feet. "My God, look at me!
You've ruined my dress," she complained.
There were many comments made, pro and con, and then it was second down. Dusty carried the ball for a nice gain before being dumped right in a huge puddle. She rolled over slowly to a sitting position and spit some blood.
"You made me bite my lip," she whimpered.
"You all right?" asked Pete cradling her in his arms.
"Yea, I'm all right," she grumbled and spit again. She wiped her mouth with the wet muddy sleeve of her blouse and pushed herself to her feet. "You got my damn panties all wet too," she moaned.
There was boisterous laughter at this remark, and it was now third down. The game went on another five minutes and then I fumbled the ball. There was a mad scramble and a real fight for the elusive pigskin. Arms, legs, bodies, teeth and claws thrashed about on the wet muddy playing field. I don't remember who retrieved the ball, but it somehow brought the outcome of the game to a vote. The unanimous decision was that the contest was a draw, no winners and no losers.
We all stood there in the drizzling rain breathing hard, panting almost. Our clothes were soaking wet; mud caked, clinging to our bodies like second skins. Molly's dress had come undone from her belt and was wrapped tightly about her legs. June had the right sleeve of her blouse torn open from shoulder to elbow.
My Sam had his shirt ripped wide open down the back. Dusty had a fat lower lip where she had bitten herself. As for me, I had fared well. Utterly soaked and mud smeared yes, but no physical damage except for my soft ponytail which now dripped muddy water down my back. My tan slacks were grass-stained, soaking wet, and muddy. They were clinging to my legs and body as though I had been melted and poured into them. My jersey was sticking like glue to me not leaving much to the imagination of any onlookers. Still, I found myself feeling exhilarated, excited, the adrenaline surge in my veins thrilling me beyond belief.
"Now what do we do?" Dusty asked. "Look at us!"
"The lake!" someone shouted. "Let's go to the lake,"
There was a moment of utter silence and then a mad screaming rush of twelve people racing for their cars.
We drove quickly across town to, Lake Hoover. Arriving we burst from the vehicles and plunged headlong into the water. We washed our partner's clothes and our own for many long minutes. We swam together. We began necking and petting openly. Soon it was obvious that we were as clean as we were going to get here at the lake.
It was raining quite hard again by the time we entered town. The six cars fanned out in different directions and suddenly Sam and I were alone. I invited him to come in and dry off at my place. He was glad to oblige. I threw all of our clothes, even his torn shirt, into the washer. We made love and rested quietly for over an hour listening to the beat of the falling raindrops on the porch roof. Our spontaneous activity for the day had turned out to be exciting and fun. Maybe next time it rains we can have a re-match to decide just whose team is the best.
by Bob
Agnes swung her car around by the small launch ramp adjacent to the dock and deftly backed her boat and trailer into the lake. When the water reached her rear tires she stopped. She stepped out of the car, arched her body as far backward as she could, and stretched her arms high above her head. As she did I couldn't help but stare. Her thin nylon blouse stretched tightly across her ample breasts, and I could easily see the lace design of her bra right through the sheer material. She swung around to face the lake, and I noted the large sweat-soaked area in the middle of her back. Her blouse was actually sticking to her revealing the pinkish tint of her skin. "Oh boy. It's a long way out here," she groaned.
"I told you I'd help drive," I said.
"No problem, really. Just have to get the kinks out."
Agnes stretched forward several times touching her sandal-clad toes. I marveled at the way her strait cut skirt hugged her buttocks, hips, and thighs. The black skirt contrasted nicely with the snowy whiteness of her blouse and came down to several inches below her knees. She was attractive, appealing, exciting and sensual.
Carol got out of the car on the far side and came around to join us. She was wearing a thin cotton shirtwaist type dress belted tight at her trim waist.
The dress was form fitting and very engaging. All three of us worked for the same company, and I had accepted an invitation from Agnes to join them for the weekend at her cabin on the lake. I looked around at the very secluded setting and the small log cabin type cottage. It was peaceful and beautiful. The lake was mirror smooth stretching out past the dock into the distance.
"Well let's get it in the water," Agnes said and turned toward the trailered boat. The boat still had its canvas cover attached and the heavy tie-downs to the trailer were still in place.
"Better pull it up on dry land so we can get it uncovered and everything," I suggested.
"Oh, it's all right where it is," she replied. "Gives me a good chance to get cooled off."
Saying this Agnes stepped into the lake and waded out to the bow of her boat. She unhooked the first of several tie-down straps standing calf deep in the water.
"How's the water?" Carol asked.
"Great! Unhook that other side, Carol."
Carol turned and circled the car to the far side while Agnes moved back to the next strap. I saw the hem of her skirt dip into the water. She had to reach below the surface to unfasten this strap and in so doing got the lower half of her sleeve all wet.
"You're getting your skirt wet," I warned.
"Doesn't matter," Agnes replied.
"Hey! I can't get all of these loose," Carol called.
"It's too deep. I'll get my dress all wet."
"Don't worry about it," Agnes replied. "It'll dry eventually."
"Oh boy! Well at least it's nice and warm," Carol noted.
Agnes went for the next strap, and I saw that she was now soaked above mid thigh. I could see that the strap in the back corner of the boat would put her almost waist deep. I waded in with my companions and started to roll up the cover as they unfastened it. Agnes' right sleeve was soaked almost to her shoulder. She was making good progress, but Carol reached the rear of the boat first.
"Well, I hope your satisfied, Agnes. I'm soaking wet, even got my panties drenched."
Agnes laughed. "Feels good doesn't it."
"Yea, nice and cool and refreshing."
From where I was I couldn't see any of Carol's wetness, but I imagined that she looked great. All of a sudden she let out a cry.
"Wheee!"
I glanced her way just in time to see her dive into the lake. She surfaced astern of the boat and paddling slowly floated on her back. The thin flowery pattern of her wet dress did little to hide her beautiful figure. The sheer cotton fabric swirled back and forth across her large breasts clinging tightly every time she rolled to the side thrusting a breast above the surface. I could see the dark circles of her nipples easily every time she rolled from the water. I was getting hard and greatly excited. As Agnes stepped into hip deep water, I stooped down dunking myself to waist level in the lake. I thrilled at the feeling of my wet clothes as they clung to my skin and the most private parts of my anatomy. I felt great, horny, and sexually stimulated.
"How's the water?" Agnes called.
"Wonderful, just wonderful!"
At the rear of the boat Agnes had to almost submerge to reach the tie-down. I was in a perfect position to see her right breast plunge below the surface. The tie-down strap came loose and she stood erect flipping the released cover into the boat. The right side of her wet nylon blouse was, for practical purposes, transparent. I could see the firm peak of her nipple as it pressed upward against the restraining layers of sodden material. The back of her blouse was very wet as well and it was easy to see the color of her skin, a small birthmark, and the white straps of her bra.
Agnes turned to face me and saw that I was staring.
"Like what you see, Bob?"
"Damn you're beautiful. Sexy too." I muttered shaking my head.
"So are you," she replied with a devilish glint in her eye. Without warning she tipped slowly over backwards and paddled out to where Carol still floated. I swam after her my T-shirt clinging to my body like a second skin.
We swam together for several long playful minutes and then climbed out on the dock to sun ourselves. The picture of these two beautiful women climbing onto the dock with their wet clothes clinging to their bodies was one that I'll never forget. I could see Carol's wet panties right through her dress as it pressed tightly to her buttocks and thighs. Her ample breasts were gorgeous as they heaved up and down beneath the soaked layers of material. Agnes' black skirt wasn't see-through at all, yet it glistened wet shiny and seductive as it clung to the rich curves of her lower body. Her blouse hid nothing and the wet bra beneath concealed very little.
"You know, Agnes, that blouse doesn't cover up much," Carol pointed out.
"Yea, I know," Agnes replied. "Might as well take it off."
"Not such a bad idea," Carol added starting to unbutton her wet dress.
I watched spell bound as Agnes peeled her clinging blouse from her body and tossed it aside on the dock. She closed her eyes tightly and lounged back comfortably in the sun.
"Now, this is the life," she moaned.
I pulled off my clinging T-shirt and watched as Carol, with trembling hands, finished unfastening the front of her clinging dress. Moments later she worked her arms free and shoved the top of her dress down to waist level. She settled back beside Agnes soaking up the welcomed warmth of the sun. As Carol laid back her dress slipped down a little more exposing the front of her wet panties. They clung tight and transparent to the gentle curve of her abdomen.
"I think I'll swim again," Agnes said as she pushed herself erect. She unzipped the back of her skirt and worked it down off her hips. She stood up and peeled it the rest of the way off her legs. For a moment Agnes stood there clad in nothing but her drenched undergarments. Then she dove into the lake.
"Oh, well," Carol exclaimed and began wiggling the rest of the way out of her wet dress. Everything was discretely exposed as she moved past me and plunged into the lake.
I didn't hesitate deciding to take my clues from my hostess. I pulled off my wet jeans and in just my thin cotton shorts joined the two women. Our swim lasted a long time. It was wonderful swimming with two such ravenously beautiful women. The gals wore essentially two piece bathing suits, however the materials were obviously not designed for swimwear. My boxer shorts were not intended to replace swimming trunks either. All three of us were, shall we say, discretely exposed to one degree or another. We were all loving it, reveling in the exciting experience. We finally finished launching Agnes' boat and took it for a short spin. It was close to suppertime when we gathered up our damp items of clothing and walked together up to the cabin.
We spent much of the weekend in and on the water. The gals changed clothes several times always managing to get soaking wet again within minutes. They both obviously loved the wet clothing experience, and so did I. These playful happenings always rekindled my enthusiasm. They ignited the flames that were so necessary when it came to the long sessions of love making that followed. They were both sexy, desirable, seductive and appealing. We necked, played, and petted freely. The girls seemed to love each other as much as they enjoyed me. In the bed we were all openly wild and carefree. I don't know how I managed to satisfy both of them, but I did.
The weekend was coming to a close. We covered Agnes' boat and left it tied to the small dock. Before dawn on Monday morning we climbed into the car and headed back to town. Surprisingly enough we all felt bright eyed and bushy tailed. I know that they were looking forward to next weekend and only hoped that I would be invited to go along with them again.
by Bob
Denny Martin was a mystery. She had moved into the apartment next to mine about six months ago. She was probably in her mid fifties making her about five years younger than I. I wouldn't say she was pretty at all, although I found her interesting, to say the least. She grew on me over the ongoing days and weeks.
It seemed like every time I saw her she looked better.
She always wore jeans and a blouse, the later sometimes giving way to a sweater or jersey. Nothing fancy, nothing frilly, nothing superfluous. She was always just Denny.
Physically, she was just my type. Her dark auburn hair had given way grudgingly to a salt and pepper gray at the sides and was always pulled back in an attractive ponytail. The fact that she was short and slightly overweight didn't bother me at all. It was quite the contrary. Her full figure and nicely proportioned body gave her the warm, cuddly, appealing characteristics that I enjoyed immensely. We had never dated or, for that matter, even visited one another.
Our relationship was simply relegated to a few brief moments now and then when we would pass in the hall or parking lot. These chance meetings always brought up many silent compliments and tender feelings of passion. I always wondered what her thoughts were at these times, but dared not ask.
Following an uneventful day at the shop, I pulled into the parking lot and passed Denny as she began unloading groceries from the trunk of her car. I approached her noting carefully everything about her being. Her faded jeans fit her nicely and I could see the outline of her bra quite easily through the thin snug material of her long sleeved jersey.
"Want a hand?" I asked as she set several store bags onto the ground.
"Morning, Bob. Sure, all help's appreciated."
I reached past her and gathered up the two twelve packs of beer and a bag of potatoes remaining in the trunk. I noted a very faint whiff of her perfume, an unknown touch of spice, maybe cinnamon, maybe clove, maybe both. Denny slammed the trunk lid, picked up a pair of plastic store bags from the pavement in one hand and the remaining one in the other with her keys.
As we climbed the single flight of stairs we passed a few moments in meaningless chatter about our day, the weather, and the coming election.
In her apartment she tossed her keys onto a small phone stand beside the kitchen door and deposited her groceries on the counter. Denny pulled a small pocketbook out of one of the store bags, unhooked a cell-phone from her belt, and placed these items beside her keys.
"Open one of those beers if you'd like one," she suggested nodding toward the two twelve packs that I had set on the counter.
"OK, thanks."
"Pop a top for me too," she replied, then asked, "Want a glass?"
"No thanks." I settled back against the counter by the sink and watched as Denny put her groceries away. Yes, she was very attractive.
"You know, I've lived here just over six months," she began; "and this is the first time that we have really met."
"Yes I know."
"Here's to us," she replied and raised her beer can in a toast.
It took several minutes of carefully chosen words for each of us to determine the others status of involvement. Denny seemed pleased to learn that I was unattached and fancy-free. Needless to say I was delighted to find out that she was also unmarried and uncommitted in any way.
"Well this is just great," she began. "An eligible man for a change, and living right next door at that."
Denny raised her can a second time. She thought for several long seconds and then shrugged. "To us," she repeated with a shrug.
We stood rooted in the small kitchen leaning against the counter by the sink for several long silent minutes. In both of our minds questions whirled, thoughts emerged, and plans spiraled in and out of focus. Once again I caught the tantalizing scent of her perfume. I tried to read her mind in the liquid depths of her blue eyes, and I felt a very slight touch of embarrassment creep over me as I realized that she was probing my mind as well.
"What you thinking about?" she asked.
"Us," I answered.
"What about us?" she questioned as she placed several coffee cups and spoons into the sink and began filling the basin with water.
"Just us," I responded shakily. "My God but you look nice."
"I'm glad." Denny smiled broadly and rested her damp hand on my arm. She placed her nearly empty beer can on the counter and tested the water with her hand. Denny glanced at me casually in thoughtful silence.
She rested her hands on the edge of the sink and with a glitter in her eye stared quietly at me for long seconds. Then without comment she reached out and gently took hold of my shoulders.
"Denny, you look better every time I see you," I interrupted before she could say a word.
"You never change," she whispered. Her voice caught slightly as she spoke and she cleared her throat.
"Ever since day one you've been just_." There was a long pause as she groped for the right word. "Oh, you know!" she began falteringly.
"Far from it," I warned with a chuckle.
I placed my hands on her shoulders and we stood there for well over a minute. The suspense built slowly while we searched for the reality of the occasion. As the minute slipped by I saw that we were closer than before. The seconds were measured by my heartbeats as the inches between our faces shrunk ever so slowly.
The actuality of time was probably measured in seconds, yet it seemed like many long minutes crept past before Denny's lips touched mine. We didn't speak, and we were virtually motionless as several times we traded soft gentle kisses. Then our lips parted.
Denny shook her head slowly. "Wow!" was her quiet response.
"Yea! You're OK!" I muttered.
Denny laughed quietly shaking her head again as though in disbelief. "After all these months."
I didn't reply for her arms circled my back in a warm sensuous hug. I wrapped mine around her in an equally passionate embrace. We kissed again and again. I became aware of the firm contour of her body as she clung tightly to me. Her large firm breasts pressed tightly against my chest, and I could feel her lower body swaying gently back and forth against mine. The erotic motion of her hips was driving me wild. I could feel the hard pulsing form of my body as it pressed tightly against her seductive curves. We were both gasping for breath when we interrupted our long kiss.
"Oh boy," Denny panted. Her ponytail flipped wildly back and forth. As she tossed her head in apparent disbelief.
"Oh boy what?" I asked with a chuckle.
"Just plain wow!" she exclaimed. "Oh boy!"
We kissed again, but this time for real. The guy who wrote the book on French kissing should take a refresher course from us. It was a wild and passionate experience. Denny's hands caressed my back endlessly sliding down onto my hips and buttocks. She pressed me tightly against her body working herself into the best position to take full advantage of my erect being. It was wild and the emotions were building steadily in both of us.
My hands were busy exploring this appealing woman. Her breasts were firm and supple, her nipples erect and inviting. I stroked her back feeling the warmth of her skin right through the thin cotton of her jersey. I traced the outline of her bra with my fingers causing her to groan audibly as I did so. When her hands moved downward, so did mine. She leaned toward me allowing my groping fingers to slide easily across the back of her jeans. Breathing was becoming somewhat difficult and occasionally we were forced to pause just to catch our breaths.
Denny bit my lower lip this time, not savagely, rather sensuously. In the middle of this kiss I suddenly felt the shock of warm wetness right between my shoulder blades. I gasped as I felt the water spread downward beneath her caressing hand.
"Oh God, but you feel so good," she moaned.
"You got my shirt all wet," I complained.
"Oh, I'm sorry!"
"That's OK! It feels good."
"I'm glad. Don't worry about it. It'll dry."
"I'm not worried. It feels great, nice and warm."
"And wet," Denny added.
"And wet," I agreed.
Our lips met again as she continued to stroke my wet back. My thin cotton dress shirt was clinging like glue to my skin. It was a wonderful feeling. I was thrilled to no end. For many years, ever since childhood, I had been involved in the wet clothing experience. Now and then I showered with my clothes on and got quite wet every time I washed my car. Still, over the years I had never found a woman who also enjoyed my fetish. What was happening now seemed unbelievable and unreal. Denny's actions appeared to be brought about by the suggestive thoughts in my mind. Or maybe her behavior was self induced, genuine and indisputable. Could it be that she was excited by the wetness as was I?
In silence Denny seemed to answer my question. I felt another fresh splash of water across the back of my shirt. This new spill flooded downward beneath her exploring palm until it reached the waistband of my jeans. Here the wetness paused, but then spread downward across the upper curve of my buttocks.
Suddenly Denny leaned back from the waist and dipping water from the sink splashed a full cup of warm water across the front of my shirt. The thin cotton turned almost transparent clinging like glue to every detail of my body. Her palms stroked my chest while her fingers pinched playfully at my erect nipples.
"Oh wow! You're so sexy looking," she muttered her voice catching slightly as the words slipped out.
Denny threw herself into my arms again and her lips crushed down furiously against mine. Her arms were around me, her hands stroking and petting my wet back.
She held me tightly and began working her beautiful breasts back and forth against my chest. I broke our kiss and tried to push her gently away.
"You're going to get your jersey all wet," I muttered.
"I hope so!" she laughed and with complete disregard and overt purpose crushed herself harder against me.
"Oh well, I guess you'll dry too," I added.
"I don't want to dry! I like it like this!"
Our lips met again and throwing all caution aside I reached out and dipping a large handful of water from the sink splashed it high up on her back right between her shoulder blades. She gasped as I slid my hand down her back following the spreading puddle of water. The thin cotton jersey clung tightly and I could feel the outline of her bra very distinctly through the wet material.
"Oh my God! You've done it now!" she exclaimed.
"What?" I asked playfully.
"You got my jersey all wet!"
"But you've already got your front all wet,"
"Really?" she asked and leaned back away from me to check. The front of her jersey was blotchy and wet especially across the curve of her breasts. The lace outline of her wet bra could be seen easily and her erect hard nipples struggled to be free of the two layers of soggy material. The dry, damp, and wet areas of her jersey created pleasing color patterns on the surface of the cotton material. Denny glanced down at herself. "Hmm, your right, but what the hell!"
Denny dipped a cup of water from the sink and literally threw it across the upper portion of my shirt. She immediately crushed her body against mine.
We squirmed together as the wetness spread. I dipped a cup and poured it slowly back and forth across the back of her shoulders. My exploring hands followed the cascade down to the back of her jeans and then further as the wetness spread across the rich curve of her buttocks. I patted her sensuously.
"You've got my panties all wet," she muttered breaking our kiss for a moment.
"So? You soaked my shorts a long time ago."
"Really?" To verify my statement Denny slid her hand down my wet hip and then curved inward along the crease of my thigh. A few seconds later her fingers were stroking and caressing my straddle and the throbbing erection that had been there for so long.
"Boy you're right! Your shorts are soaked, and so is your big friend."
"It's all your fault," I explained.
"Not so! You wanted to help me bring the groceries up here!"
"Yea, but you started out with all the hot water stuff. You got my shirt all wet."
"And you didn't like it?" she asked.
"OK! I liked it, so what?"
"So we're going to make one hell of a puddle standing there. Let's go take a shower and finish up what I started."
"You kidding?"
"Follow me and find out." Denny turned away from the sink and extended her hand backward toward me. I gripped her palm and allowed her to tow me through the apartment to the bath.
Moments later we were again in each others arms with torrents of warm water pouring down across our hungry bodies, soaking our clothes, plastering our garments tightly to every curve and surface. Our levels of passion soared to the breaking point. We necked and petted casually at first, but than with growing urgency. With shaking hands, I peeled layer after layer of wet garments from Denny's body. She was exquisitely beautiful. She worked faster than I removing my sodden clothes. We savored every passing moment allowing the sensations to sink deep into our memories. Then we washed each other slowly and deliberately and finally toweled dry.
Denny led the way into the dimly lit bedroom without comment. In truth, from here on out no words would be necessary. We both had secretly known, from the moment that we touched hands in the kitchen, that this was to be our destination. The interlude of erotic play and passionate lovemaking had only been an invitation to what was now happening.
As I settled down in my own bed later that night, I knew that my next-door neighbor and I would become much closer friends in the weeks ahead. Who knows! Our common interest might just propel us along a path to a more permanent relationship.
by Bob
It was a mild Saturday afternoon. All the chores were done, and I guess you could say that I was just lazy, not overly tired from a morning's work, but basically just lazy. I went out on the patio and plopped down comfortably on a lounge chair with a can of beer. I watched the birds feeding in my bird feeder hanging on the corner of the garage and then my gaze shifted to the hot tub. It was down two steps below the patio level and I knew its automatic controls had it ready and waiting. I pondered my situation for several minutes and then went down, flipped the top back, and removed the insulated blanket from the surface of the steaming water. My yard and the tub were well screened by shrubbery so without hesitation I pulled off my shoes and in short order the remainder of my clothes.
Setting my nearly full can of beer on the edge of the pool I slipped into the soothing hot water. I punched the button bringing into play the water jets, but no bubbles. I hated the bubbles for some reason. The swirling currents began to massage my tired body and I laid back quietly with my eyes closed sipping my cool beer now and then.
"Anybody home?" a voice called from within the house.
I jumped visibly in surprise. "On the patio," I called out.
"I rang the bell, Bob. Knew you were home....Oh, goodness! I'm sorry! I didn't know you were tubbing."
My visitor swung around and quickly turned her back to me averting her gaze.
"No problem, Sandy. Grab yourself a beer from the fridge," I ordered.
"I think I'd better just come back later," she replied.
"Go get a beer! I'll put something on."
"Oh!... Well, OK."
Sandy moved across the patio toward the door and when she was safely inside the house I rose and grabbed my boxer shorts that were in the pile of discarded clothing. I pulled them on and settled back into the swirling tub. The thin white cotton of my shorts was quite see-through, yet still covered my nakedness to what I hoped was an acceptable degree. The swirling currents of the jets help hide my condition as well.
"You decent?" Sandy called from the doorway.
"To a degree." I replied.
Sandy pulled a chair over toward the edge of the patio and dropped into it with her beer. "I guess you're decent, but just barely," she said with a big grin spreading across her face.
We talked casually as friends and neighbors will. Sandy and I had been intimate friends, but only to a minor scale. We were both single, but I knew that she had, shall we say, a significant other. We were the same age, our birthdays coming only a week apart. She was a very attractive young woman, full figured, tall, shapely, quite average in all respects. She was the athletic type, strong, and playful. Sandy never gave in to feminine fashions, heavy makeup, fancy designer clothes, or jewelry.
Today as always she was beautiful. Her dark complexion contrasted nicely with the white outfit that she had chosen. She was wearing open toed sandals, a calf length full skirt of smooth white cotton belted tightly at the waist, a long sleeve white nylon blouse, and a navy blue vest adorned with many small white anchors. Her raven black hair was fashioned in a heavy braid with scattered remnants falling down across her forehead.
"How's the water?" she asked.
"Great! Pretty hot, but great!"
Sandy rose to her feet, dropped down the two steps to the hot tub level, and kicked off her sandals next to my clothes. She gathered her skirt cautiously and tested the water with one foot. "Hot, but you're right. Feels good."
Without further comment Sandy stepped down onto the first step into the tub. The area where she was held water only maybe six inched deep. She stood there for several seconds and then sat down carefully on the wide edge of the tub. She rested there with her skirt pulled tight across the back of her thighs and wadded up tightly in her lap. She began swinging her feet back and forth in the swirling water.
I struggled to maintain control of my body. I could see her shapely legs up to mid thigh and the closeness of the back of her skirt to the surface of the water was exciting my to no end. I wanted to splash her, to get her wet, but I dared not. Then Sandy moved. She scooted sideways along the edge of the tub to where the water was over a foot deep. It allowed her to submerge her legs almost to her knees. She sipped at her beer kicking her feet gently in the soothing water.
Suddenly I noticed that the back of her skirt, till now drawn up tight to the back of her thighs, was dangling down into the water. The physical excitement caused my body to react openly. I hoped she wouldn't notice and crossed my legs to somewhat hide my state of agitation. I didn't say a word just sipped my beer and watched carefully as her skirt slipped more and more into the hot swirling water. She still had a pile of white cotton material cradled in her lap, but the back of her skirt was getting soaked. I couldn't stand it any longer.
"Sandy, you're getting the back of your skirt all wet," I muttered.
"What?" she replied and twisting sideways looked down into the tub beside her. "Oh, damn'" she muttered.
"Now I've done it!"
"Might as well come on in," I invited.
"Oh, sure. Just like that."
"Why not! You're already soaked."
She didn't reply, but reaching down gathered her wet skirt, raised it dripping out of the water, and with both hands tried to wring the water from the fabric. In so doing she lost control of the remainder of her skirt and some of it slipped from her lap into the tub.
"Damn! It's hopeless," she snapped as she rose to her feet in the knee-deep water. Her skirt fell toward the surface and she grabbed quickly at the falling cotton material. Her grab was awkward and useless and she gave up trying to gather her skirt.
The Hell with it," she muttered and without further comment stepped down into the bottom of the tub.
The water line was mid way across her belly and her skirt tried to float upwards. She fought it steadily shoving it back underwater over and over until all the air was expelled and her legs covered. Doing this soaked the sleeves of her blouse almost to her elbows.
She settled back on the underwater seat, and I watched the water rise quickly to several inches above her trim waist. The lower portion of her vest and blouse were now soaked.
"You know you're sexy as Hell all wet." I said.
"So are you," she replied. "Just look at you!" Sandy gestured toward my wet body and quickly looked away. My wet shorts weren't hiding my excitement hardly at all.
"I'm sorry." I motioned toward the discarded clothes.
"Give me my jeans back there." Sandy twisted around and rising reached for my jeans. When she did I could easily see the outline of her wet panties right through the clinging cotton of her skirt. I struggled into my soaked jeans and finally managed to get them fastened and zipped. "There! How's that?" I asked.
"Much better," she answered with a big smile playing across her face. "This really feels great!"
Without further comment Sandy pulled off her dark vest and tossed it in the direction of the patio. She slid quickly off the seat and dropped to the bottom of the tub. The swirling water rushed upwards across her body right to her chin. I could see the details of her bra right through the wet nylon of her blouse. She almost swam in the confines of the tub her wet clothes clinging to her exquisite form in the most revealing way possible. My wet shorts and jeans weren't hiding much of my excitement and when Sandy drifted across my body she paused to press firmly against me.
The wet nylon of her blouse hid nothing as it clung maddeningly to the beauty of her upper body. The soaked material of her bra didn't conceal much either. I could see the dark circles of her nipples easily through the two layers of wet material. Her elegant breasts bobbed slightly beneath her wet clothes as she floated in the warm currents of the tub. When she stood up in the shallow parts of the tub her skirt hugged her buttocks, belly, thighs, and calves just like a second skin. The outline of her pale blue panties showed plainly through the clinging cotton of her wet skirt.
She maneuvered into position against me several more times and we kissed and hugged openly. Then without comment Sandy began to unfasten the buttons of her wet blouse and a moment later it floated free. She pulled her clinging skirt off and floated around the tub in nothing but her wet under clothes. I worked my jeans free and watched fascinated as Sandy unfastened her bra and quietly let it drift away. Her panties and my shorts were next and then she positioned herself carefully for the final thrust that would join us in a memorable union of sheer bliss and uncontrolled passion.
An hour later we rested in each other's arms in the warm confines of my bed. Our clothes tumbled round and round in the drier while in our minds we played over and over the love session that we had just completed.
by Sandra and Bob
Sexual urges wants and needs come and go for all of us. Today for no particular reason mine were all present demanding that I fulfill my inner desires and cravings. These were the times that I usually relied on my steady boy friend Fred to provide the satisfaction that I needed. One problem however, Fred was on a business trip and wouldn't be back for another week. The fact that he had already been gone for six days was undoubtedly reason enough for my anxieties.
I wandered aimlessly back and forth through my house trying to steer my mind away from my inner longings. This was doing no good and I was becoming bored with my pointless shuffling about. My physical needs were overshadowing all other desires.
I had dressed quickly when I got up this morning, not bothering with any underwear. My "T" shirt and tight jeans felt good as they hugged my hungry body. If only Fred was here to embrace me in his own special way. I stroked my breasts and vagina several times feeling the twinges of arousal flicking quickly through my system. Still, I could tell that this wouldn't do.
I finally turned on the shower and while waiting for the hot water to arrive twisted the mass of long dark hair high atop my head. I pinned this heap in place with several wooden pegs and stepped directly into the warm spray. I felt my "T" shirt soak through instantly and cling like a second skin to my body. I twisted around slowly allowing the water to flow downward through the faded material of my jeans. I tugged the waistband of my wet jeans upwards feeling the tight folds of wet denim press tightly into my crotch. I patted my wet clothes as they clung to me. I stroked my buttocks several times and eagerly fingered the contour of my vagina, my breasts and my nipples. Oh how good it all felt. I knew that if I kept on with my acts of self-gratification that I would easily achieve the goal that my body craved.
Still, this was not what I really wanted. I needed more, more, much more! Petting myself, wet or dry, I knew would be sub par by any stretch of my imagination. On this particular day I needed a man to bring me to the edge of the cliff and a man to hurl my body into the abyss of orgasm. I quit petting myself and with shaking hands peeled the clinging wet clothes from my skin. I unfastened my hair and shook it free to fall softly down my naked back.
I began wandering again, stark naked this time, from one room to the other. As I paced I brushed and combed the raven black flood of my hair for endless minutes.
This cascade of softness came down to the middle of my back thick, smooth, glossy black. I brushed the few short strands of my bangs free and arranged them carefully across my forehead. Then came the big job, braiding the long dark tresses. Several long minutes later I was finished. I snapped the hair clasp closed and shook my head in satisfaction. I could feel the weight of the heavy braid as it swung slowly across my back.
I suddenly thought of my neighbor Bob. He was also unattached and quite desirable in many ways. He and I had, on two past occasions, been thrown into romantic interludes that had proved to be greatly rewarding to say the least. "Maybe, just maybe," I thought. I almost ran to the other end of the house and peeked through the blinds. Yes, his truck was parked where it always was kept. Bob was home.
Our last encounter had transpired purely by accident. Bob had a big hot tub and used it almost every morning in the sheltered confines of his patio. I had just happened by and caught him in the tub in his nudity.
He had discretely slipped into his shorts but it didn't do much good. A few minutes later I was soaking my feet and the back of my skirt accidentally dropped into the water. This proved to be only the beginning. Minutes later I was in the tub with him utterly drenched. Soon we were both naked and then we culminated long desires in a wild episode of sex.
Could it happen again, today, now?
I began to plan. I slipped into a pair of very sheer white silk panties and a matching lace trimmed bra. I opened my closet and began flipping though the hangers. I passed, with a smile of remembrance, the skirt that I had been wearing the other time in Bob's tub. Toward the end of the line I came upon an almost forgotten dress. It zipped up the back and was light-weight of thin white cotton. It had long sleeves, with a calf length straight skirt belted snugly at the waist. The white material was spattered with random pastel flower designs. I pulled it from the hanger and slipped into it leaving it unzipped. In the floor length mirror, I studied my image. Not bad!
A little bit see-through especially across my hips where I could faintly see the outline of my panties. I pondered putting on a slip underneath, but decided against this.
It was a slight struggle to get the zipper pulled up.
I looked again in the mirror now with the dress tightly fastened in place. I looked great. The dress was snug enough that it set off the curve of my breasts very nicely and the skirt hugged my buttocks and hips just right. I could see the straps of my bra right through the back of the thin cotton dress and the filigree lace designs over my breasts were also faintly visible. I fastened the narrow black leatherette belt to my outfit, stepped into an old pair of open toed sandals, and at last was ready for whatever came my way.
Damn, but I was ecstatic. Dressing for what I hoped to be an encounter was exciting by its self. I went into the kitchen and helped myself to a beer from the fridge. I paced back and forth watching for the telltale wisps of steam that I could always detect rising from Bob's hot tub when it was in use. I glanced at the clock now and then. It was past his normal time for hot tubbing and I was beginning to get anxious.
Suddenly, there it was. A rolling puff of vapor rose above the foliage of the tall hedge between our properties. I heaved a big sigh of relief and fought to slow my racing heart. My hands shook slightly as I finished off my can of beer and I slapped the back of my right hand against the counter top to help calm my jitters. I waited several minutes to give Bob time to settle down and then grabbed a fresh can of beer and headed next door.
"Anybody home?" I called as I rang the bell and pushed the back door open. I stepped into Bob's kitchen.
"Out back," came the reply. "On the patio."
I steeled my nerves for what I knew I was about to see and walked out onto the open deck. Bob's hot tub was situated several feet below the patio deck. He was seated in the chest deep water with a can of been resting on the edge of the pool beside him. The water jets were in full play and the swirling water cast steaming shadows here and there. His lower body was only dimly visible through the currents, but I could still see that he was naked. His clothes were piled on a lounge chair on the deck.
"Damn! You're naked again!" I said and discretely turned my back to him.
"Throw me my shorts," he suggested.
"They won't hide much."
"Give me my jeans then," he ordered.
I gathered up all of his clothes, felt for things in his pants pockets, and finding nothing threw everything over my shoulder into the pool. There followed several minutes of grunts and splashes as he wiggled into his wet clothes.
"There!" he muttered. "Hope you're satisfied. Now I'm decent."
I turned back to the tub in time to see him drape his unused shirt over the edge of the tub. Bob settled back and reached for his beer.
"You know, this was a waste of time getting dressed," he said playfully.
"Hell, you were stark naked, Bob."
"So what!"
"So it's embarrassing."
"Didn't bother you that other time," he replied.
"It did so," I hesitated. "In the beginning. I had to get used to the idea."
"You had to get your clothes wet," he added.
"Well! That was an accident."
"Come on in, soak your feet and have another accident," Bob invited.
I played hard to get. "Not today," I advised.
"Come on! You'll like it, just like last time!" he promised.
I hesitated and put on a pretense of being embarrassed. "I'll soak my feet is all," I muttered.
I kicked off my sandals and moved down the two steps to the hot tub level. I fought to keep my hands from shaking. I wanted to just throw myself into the tub and into Bob's arms. Instead I stepped into the ankle deep water of the first step and just stood there swishing my feet back and forth.
"Feel good?" he asked.
"Great!" I replied and took a sip of my beer.
"Come on in," he invited and held out his arms to me.
"I am in!"
"I mean all the way!"
"No way! If I did you'd get all excited."
"So what. I'm excited already just thinking about it," he said.
I could see what he was talking about. There was a sizable bulge in the front of his wet jeans that could only be one thing. "Just behave yourself," I cautioned.
"Why don't you just sit down and relax?"
"I tried that last time and got my skirt all wet," I reminded.
"Yes, I remember." Bob sipped his beer. "Take your dress off," he suggested.
"You'd like that wouldn't you," I laughed.
"It would save time in the long run."
"Oh, Bob be serious."
Bob sipped at his beer again and then slapped the swirling surface of the pool splashing a handful of water toward me. I was inwardly thrilled but outwardly expressed make believe shock. The water didn't reach me, but I pretended just the same. He laughed. "Take your dress off! Come on in! Get wet!" and he splashed water at me again.
This time his aim was better and about a cup full of hot water struck me right above my right knee. I felt the wet cotton of my skirt cling quickly to my leg and felt the tingling sensation of arousal spread rapidly through my body.
"Hey! Quit splashing!" I complained.
"Come on in," Bob ordered. "Look! You've got your dress wet already so it won't matter," and he splashed me again.
I found happily that his aim had improved and the hot water crashed into me right across my thighs. What a thrill! "Hey, Bob! You're getting my dress all wet."
"That's right," he muttered.
I kicked water at him playfully feeling my clinging skirt tight and seductive across my legs. Bob ducked the water that I aimed at him and started to splash me again. I knew the time had come and before he could react I stepped down into the tub. The hot swirling water came almost up to my waist soaking the bottom of my dress and my panties completely. Bob rose and faced me with his arms outstretched. I stepped forward and took him in my arms. In an instant I felt hot wetness penetrate my clothes. I could feel his dripping body as it pressed against my breasts.
We kissed then, passionately, and Bob's hands drifted up and down my back exploring. His caresses traveled down below the surface of the water onto my buttocks and then back up my spine. I could feel the back of my thin dress beginning to cling to my skin. We broke our embrace. Suddenly Bob cupped a double handful of water and with a deft motion tossed it directly onto my right breast. It penetrated the damp material instantly and the two layers became nearly transparent in a flash. I stepped back just slightly and with a gasp dropped to my knees. The water rose instantly to my chin and plunging my arms into the tub finished drenching me completely.
I stood back up feeling the receding water flow downward out of my clothes leaving my dress plastered wet and transparent to my skin. I could see the dark circles of my nipples right through the wet material.
Bob took me in his arms and kissed me almost violently. His hands were all over my body. I grabbed at his erection feeling the tight wet jeans and shorts hugging his crotch. His hand stroked downward across my wet belly pressing my wet skirt deep onto the creases of my hungry body. His fingers stroked me forcing the clinging silk of my panties deep into the folds of my vagina.
I was gasping for breath, trembling all over with passion. I nibbled gently at his bare nipples and fondled his genitals endlessly. He was going wild with excitement and I felt that it was only a matter of minutes before neither of us could hold back any longer. Then he would take me and give me what I had so desperately needed ever since I awoke this morning.
In the middle of a lengthy French kiss I suddenly felt a twinge of pain in my lower lip and tasted salt. I was bleeding. Bob had bitten me just a little too hard. I didn't care and continued to kiss, to bite and to caress.
I don't know what possessed me, maybe Bob's bite of animal intensity or possibly pure desperation, but suddenly I grabbed the front of my dress with both hands, at the narrow "V" neckline, and without thinking ripped it wide open all the way to my waist.
Bob gasped aloud in surprise and grabbing me in his arms buried his kisses deep into the valley between my breasts. His hands found my wet sleeves and pulled them from my shoulders ripping the right one completely free of the rest of the dress. He groped for a moment searching for the zipper in the back of my clinging dress and he jerked it down. I unhooked my belt, and Bob forced the skirt of my dress down off my buttocks and thighs. In moments I was down to nothing but my wet silk panties and bra.
I could see my dark pubic hair in a triangular shape beneath the wet silk of my panties. The creases of my vagina were openly visible. Bob rooted my clinging bra aside with his chin and pinched at my hard erect nipples. He bit gently at the flesh of my breasts and his tongue lashed my nipples in an endless rhythm of ecstasy.
I unfastened his jeans, took a deep breath, and submerged myself completely. I worked the clinging wet denim from his lower body and legs. While underwater I had a great view of his huge erection as it pulsed up and down beneath the thin wet cotton of his boxer shorts. I felt his fingers in the middle of my back working at the clasps of my bra. I was almost out of breath by the time I surfaced. As I rose my bra floated away and my heavy wet braid swung dripping across my back. Bob's hands grabbed at my naked breasts and I got a good grip on his wet shorts and ripped them wide open, tearing them in pieces from his body. I wasn't surprised to feel his hands as they ripped away my wet silk panties.
At last it was done. We were both naked and highly aroused. I pushed Bob back into a semi reclining position on one of the underwater benches, took his hard throbbing penis in both hands and with careful aim plunged my hungry body downward. I was impaled instantly and we began to heave together violently. Our gyrations coupled to the water jet's activities caused waves to begin splashing out of the tub.
It took probably less than a minute before we both exploded in one of the greatest mutual orgasms that either of us had ever experienced. We rested in the tub for a silent period of very gentle petting and then everything rolled slowly back to a fever pitch again. We made love a second time, but this time with more feeling, more caring and more sincerity. It was a wet and wild morning and I was finally satisfied. My frantic search for fulfillment of my inner needs had at last come to an end, at least for today.
by Bob
It was just one of those Saturdays. You know the type where time drags by almost endlessly. Where you think of what needs doing, but then don't want to do it. By noon I had just about resigned myself to taking the rest of the boring day in stride. Then I happened to glance out my window. I caught a quick glimpse of a neighbor friend as she vanished around the corner of her house.
Nora and I had common goals in life. We had undergone our separate episodes of marriage and had decided that that type of commitment was not in keeping with our adventurous life styles. Still, we missed the joys and excitement of the deep physical aspects of married life, i.e. sex.
We had both tried the established dating scene off and on, yet everyone we met seemed bent and determined to enter into a permanent relationship. Dating each other on a regular or repeated basis probably would have spoiled what we had between us. Our relationship seemed destined to be one of desperation. We met only infrequently. Now and then the feelings of melancholy prevailed and we would be drawn together almost magnetically. Our rendezvous were always spur of the moment, mutually rewarding, physically pleasurable and of animal intensity. We never beat around the bush. When Nora came to visit, I knew right off what she wanted and she was quick to recognize my needs if I went to see her. We somehow sensed that an ongoing relationship would spoil the great experiences that were always ours when we randomly met at our own special times.
These adventures were always sexual in nature. They were wild, carefree, exciting and ultimately fulfilling experiences that seemingly just happened.
We had mutual passions and open minds that created atmospheres where everything was possible and anything was probable. Our bottom line was invariably sex, wild, free spirited, without boundaries. We talked, played, cuddled and danced together. We cavorted, petted and seduced each other. We made love to satisfy our yearnings. We raped one another.
Behind the scenes in all of our antics was a strange yet powerful obsession. We both loved to get wet and at times messy. The feeling of a drenched shirt clinging to warm skin was the greatest. Tight wet jeans hugged our hungry bodies better than we physically could with our arms. The restrictive nature of a soaking wet dress or skirt was no deterrent to our desires and goals. To see each other through the revealing layers of sodden clinging clothes was the ultimate in sexual stimulation and drove us both to the extremes that we always enjoyed.
I had thought about Nora too long now to turn back. I was dressed just right for anything that could lie ahead. My snug well-worn jeans were threadbare in places and even dry hugged my body in what Nora would see as an exciting manner. My thin white cotton dress shirt was almost see-through and would tease her into allowing her imagination to run wild. I could wait no longer and headed next door.
"Well I'll be," Nora began as she swung the door open.
"Hi, Nora."
"Well gosh! Come on in stranger!"
The door closed behind me and I moved toward the kitchen with Nora close behind. I could smell the faint fragrance of her perfume drifting on the air currents a hint of spice, maybe clove. In the kitchen these initial aromas gave way to traces of ginger, vanilla, and the usual odors of fresh baking.
"Bet I know what you want, Bob," she began and without further comment slipped into my arms. We kissed and hugged gently for several long awakening seconds.
"It's been a long time!" Nora bent her right leg and moved her knee gently up between my thighs. Slowly, deliberately, sensually she pressed herself tightly against my straddle. "Could you smell my baking from your house?"
"Nope, but I smell it now!"
"Like I said, You timed this visit just right."
Nora broke our bond at the buzzing of the oven timer and turned to her cooking. The fresh cookie sheet discharged its contents onto the wire rack already piled high with her creations. I snitched a couple hot ones when she looked aside.
Nora looked great! Her dark auburn hair had been pulled back high on her head and fashioned into a ponytail that hung down several inches below the collar of her white nylon blouse. The sleeves of her blouse were rolled back about half way to her elbows.
She turned to the sink with the empty cookie sheet and I could easily see the outline of her bra right through the thin material. Her jeans were snug setting off the curve of her hips and buttocks nicely as she moved across the room.
"Taste all right?" she asked turning back toward me.
"Fine! Really good!" I swallowed the last of my cookie. "You ready?" I asked.
"Ready? For what?" she asked with a knowing grin.
"For bed!" I suggested with a big smile.
"What? Hey, slow down big boy!"
"Oh, OK, Later on," I replied.
"Yea! Much later! After I do these dishes."
"Better not go getting near that sink," I warned.
"Why? Afraid I'd get wet or something?"
"Knowing you I wouldn't doubt it."
"You'd like that wouldn't you?" she asked.
"Better believe it! That would really turn me on."
"Oh, you're hopeless!"
"And you?" I inquired.
"OK I'm hopeless too."
"Yea, but you're still dry!"
"Knowing us, I won't be for long," she replied.
"Come on I'll help you with the dishes." I started across the kitchen toward the sink.
"Oh, no you don't." Nora gripped my elbow and pulled me back quickly.
"Why not?" I asked sadly. "I'm good at it!"
"I know what you're good at. You just want to get me all wet," she returned.
"You'd look good that way."
"Yea, I know. Just sit down and stay put," Nora ordered. "I'll wet my own panties this time."
"Oh, you're hopeless!" I answered as I dropped into one of the chairs.
Nora stepped to the sink, began filling the basin, and started washing the baking dishes. I watched intently feeling my body rising quickly to the occasion. The faucet was running a small stream of water that she used to rinse items before placing them into the dish drainer in the right hand sink. Nora rinsed a saucer and before placing it in the drainer tipped it quickly in against her stomach. There was a small splash of water onto the tile floor and she let out a little gasp.
"Damn it! There I go making a mess again." She brushed her hand down across the front of her jeans.
"Get your pants wet?" I asked.
"Just a little." Nora brushed again at the front of her jeans.
"Feel good?" I asked.
"I'm not wet enough for it to feel good."
"Well get careless again."
Nora laughed and retrieved the saucer from the dish drainer. She rinsed it again and then with the same quick motion tipped the water from the dish in against the front of her jeans. There was another splash onto the tiles and she gasped. "Oh, there I go again," she snorted. I started to reply, but she continued. "Damn!
I got my panties wet that time." Nora rubbed at her belly experimentally checking the degree of wetness.
"Let's see." I ordered.
Nora turned toward me and brushed at the front of her jeans again. The denim was dark and wet across the gentle curve of her belly and several streaks of wet material were evident down along the front of her thighs. Her nylon blouse was slightly wet showing the creamy tint of her skin through the damp material just above her waist.
"You got your blouse wet too," I stated.
She checked this out. "It will dry," she said and turned back to the sink.
"Your panties wet?" I asked.
Nora patted her belly several times. "Just a little."
She picked up a measuring cup from the sink. It was better than half full when she dumped it right around the front waistband of her jeans. "They're soaked now," she advised.
I rose and moved across the kitchen to her side.
"Let's see."
Nora turned to face me. The front of her jeans were dark shiny wet from the waist to about half way down her thighs. She stuck both of her thumbs down into the waist of her jeans and with a little wiggle tugged them up tightly into her wet crotch. "Boy! I'm all wet!" she exclaimed.
"You look good," I replied.
"I feel good too."
"Give me a big hug," I ordered.
"You'll get all wet," she stated.
"I hope so," I replied. Nora slipped into my arms and we hugged. Her lips worked hungrily against mine, and
I suddenly felt the warm wetness of her jeans right across my belly. We groaned and moaned in ecstasy.
"God you're so big," she said as she worked her belly against my manliness.
"And you're so wet."
Suddenly Nora reached back and filled the measuring cup again and with a quick motion dumped it right between our lower bodies. The water soaked me completely, hip to hip, and right down through my straddle. She gripped me feverishly by the waist with both hands and crushed her hungry body against me.
I picked up the cup from the counter, filled it, and without comment poured it right across the back of Nora's blouse. My free hand followed the cascade of hot liquid down her back, across the back of her bra, and onto the curved surface of her buttocks.
"Oh my God," she gasped. "You've got my blouse all wet."
"I'm sorry," I lied and dumped another cup full right across the top of her right shoulder. I felt the wetness from this spread quickly down across the front of my cotton shirt.
"Oh my God!" she blurted as she shoved her hand between us clutching at her wet breast. Nora's hands were stroking my chest excitedly and my fingers were exploring eagerly the soaked contour of her breast. Her firm erect nipple thrust hard against the wet nylon of her bra. I could see the dark outline of the nipple right through the two layers of clinging material.
Suddenly Nora turned away from the sink and taking me by the hand led the way through the house to the bathroom. She turned on the shower and several seconds later guided me into the torrent. She joined me and we worked together for long wonderful minutes as the cascading waters flooded down over our fully clothed bodies. Then we slowly undressed each other item by item. At last we were naked feeling the beauty of our nakedness as we clung together.
We toweled dry slowly and retired to her bedroom where we rolled freely and excitedly in the warmth of her bed for untold minutes. The act of penetration for both of us was exotic, wild, and energetic. We reached climax in perfect union and timing plunging into the abyss of delight with complete disregard of any of our surroundings. We had known all along that this was to be and we knew that someday in the future it would be again.
by Bob
The phone rang. "Hello."
"Hi Bob. Darlene here."
"Well, Hi yourself. Haven't heard from you in ages."
"Haven't been desperate for a long time either."
"And today you are?" I asked.
"Henry's been in Guam for over six weeks and I'm going nuts."
"Yeah, I'll bet you are going crazy. Why don't you go and just take a shower? You know what I mean."
"Oh, I did that."
"One of your special showers?"
"I'm standing here right now dripping all over the place, making a great big puddle and it didn't do any good."
"What are you wearing?" I asked.
"One of my uniforms."
"Dress or pants?"
"Nylon dress."
"Bet you look great."
"I know. I feel great too, but still nothing happens, no real turn on. I need company."
"OK beautiful, just relax. I'll be over in a few minutes. Go dry off, change your clothes, and we'll start all over again when I get there."
"See you in a little," Darlene answered and the phone went dead.
Darlene and I had been long time friends going way back to our high school days. Our mates were a close part of the foursome that had shared many memorable happenings together. The occasions that blossomed now and then were never resolved by the ultimate sex act.
Intercourse was out, but free and open sexual play were always the in thing with all of us. We were very adept at the petting routine and could easily send our partners plunging into the depths of utter enjoyment and complete sexual satisfaction.
Darlene and I had the wet clothing experience in the forefront of our minds all the time. We loved getting wet, singly or together, and found the sexual stimulation much greater than if we followed more traditional paths of arousal.
I changed clothes slipping into an old faded pair of tight levis and an equally worn cotton dress shirt. I knew these items would excite Darlene when and if I got wet. I felt sure that it would be a matter of when, and not if. I drove over to her house where she met me at the front door holding it open for me.
"Hi, Bob," she greeted as she swung the door open.
I started to return her verbal greeting, but her lips prevented me from replying. Her supple body molded itself tightly to mine and her furious kiss started me quickly on the road to fulfillment. Darlene had changed clothes and was now wearing a snug fitting pair of white cotton slacks and a long sleeved nylon shirt. I could see the lace pattern of her bra easily through her thin blouse and the firm details of her breasts was partially evident. Across the curve of her hips the thin edge of her sheer panties was obvious. My hands openly explored the soft lines of her body causing her to moan softly. Darlene stroked my aroused body eagerly causing my erection to grow measurably much to her delight.
"Oh God you feel so good," she groaned.
"So do you," I replied as I slipped my hand tightly into her crotch. "You in a hurry?" I asked.
"Quite the contrary. Slow and steady's the best."
Darlene led the way through the house and out into her secluded backyard. As we crossed the patio she picked up a big beach towel from the back of a chair and spread this on the grass. She flopped down comfortably and extended her hand upwards in an inviting manner towards me. It didn't escape my attention that there was a coiled up water hose lying on the grass right where she placed the towel and its valve was within easy reach. I dropped down with her and took her in my arms. We began petting each other, gently at first almost experimentally. The arousal was mutual and clearly rewarding.
We must have petted for well over a half an hour and I was beginning to wonder just how much she and I could take before we unanimously begged for fulfillment. I finally realized that I couldn't take much more.
Darlene was on her back beside me when I carefully opened the valve feeding the hose. I turned it just barely enough to let a trickle of water through. I was certain that she could detect the slight hissing sound of the water flowing into the hose yet she chose to ignore it. We continued to wrestle playfully petting each other's bodies freely and openly. Suddenly Darlene jumped.
"Oh God, that hose is leaking," she said.
"What?"
"That hose is leaking. It's getting my butt all wet."
I slid my hand down across the point of her hip and under the rounded curve of her buttocks. I felt the wetness of the towel first and then the cool dampness of her slacks. "You're right. Want to move?" I asked.
"To late for that now. My pants are already wet, my panties too."
We rolled together sensuously for several more minutes. Suddenly I felt the wetness too as it slowly spread beneath us. I could feel the back of her slacks wet and clinging under my touch. I slid my hand upwards across the smooth back of her blouse and felt the sticking material where it was plastered tightly to her skin.
Your blouse is all wet," I advised.
"Just the back. Feel how it sticks to me."
"I know. I can feel your bra real easy." I was almost face down as I lay beside her. I could feel the cool wetness penetrating my jeans and shorts and she was quick to follow through with her exploring touch.
"Oh, you feel so good," she crooned as she stroked me with one hand forcing my wet clothes tightly between my thighs. Reaching back Darlene picked up the end of the hose. She brought it across her prone body and placed it where the slow trickle of water would run directly onto my hip. Her hands followed the spreading wetness and then she relocated the hose where my shirt was getting soaked as well.
"My turn," I said and took the hose from her hand. I brought the stream down to her abdomen and watched as the wetness turned the white cotton of her slacks into a semi-transparent shade of pink. Deep in her straddle the dark outline of her vagina was evident and I stroked it openly.
"Oh God, you're getting my panties all wet," she muttered. Darlene ran her had slowly into her crotch and stroked her body experimentally.
"Feel good?" I asked and slipped my fingers down over the wet surface of her pants and beneath her probing hand. I could feel the folds of her body easily and began to stroke and finger her rhythmically.
"Oh my God, but you feel good," she gasped as she began to hunch and sway against my hand. "Oh God, Bob, wet my breasts!" she begged.
Darlene's free hand was now stroking my hard penis rapidly guiding me closer and ever closer to the point of fulfillment. I flipped the hose onto her breasts and watched the thin nylon of her blouse soak through instantly. The dark circles of her nipples were thrust upwards straining against the sheer wet layers of material. We were both panting, straining, pushing toward the objective that we both found so essential. Darlene was bouncing up and down against my hand splashing water in all directions.
It was a glorious emotional and physical release when it happened. We each fell spinning into the abyss of orgasm. We groaned and gasped in unison as our bodies plunged excitedly to a final point of exhaustion. We rested then while in turn we directed the soothing stream of water back and forth across our hungry bodies. Then it was over. Over at least for today. We both knew that in the future there would be other times, other happenings with equally glorious results.
by Bob
It was early in the day when the phone rang. "Hello."
"Hi, Bob this is Darlene. You busy?"
"Hi, Darlene. No, not at the moment. Why?"
"Oh just curious. I've got nothing to do and just thought we might get together for a little while before you go to work."
"My visits take a lot more than a little while," I warned. "Henry gone again?" I asked, referring to Darlene's husband.
"Two weeks now. How'd you guess?"
"You always seem to need me when he's been gone a while."
"I've got plenty of time this morning. How about you?" she asked with a chuckle.
"Right now? I've only got about an hour, but this afternoon and evening I'll be free."
"God, Bob! I want you now!"
"Why don't you just go take a shower."
"I don't need a shower," she complained. "I need you!"
"I know. Just go get wet the way we usually do. What are you wearing right now? You get dressed yet?"
"Not yet. Just my housecoat."
"Go get dressed and then take your shower. I'll be right here with you on the phone. We'll talk about your experience. You'll enjoy it and so will I."
"Without you here to help it wouldn't be any fun."
"How would you know. You've never done it by phone.
Try it!"
"The phone won't reach."
"Go get your cordless from the living-room, I'm already using mine."
"Oh, OK! Just a minute."
I waited while I poured myself a cup of coffee. I heard clicks and squeals in my receiver as Darlene switched phones.
"OK, I'm going to get dressed. What should I wear?"
I thought for a moment. "Put on one of your nursing uniforms, you know the thin white nylon one."
"Oh, All right."
I could hear Darlene moving around. Drawers bumped shut, doors creaked and I could hear her breathing as she moved about the bedroom. I went into my bathroom and tried to visualize her being here with me. "How you doing?" I asked.
"Just putting my bra on. I've got my panties on all ready."
"I'll bet they look good on you."
"Better believe it. Now for my dress."
"Better put on a slip first. Those nylon uniforms are pretty thin."
"OK!"
There was a moment of silence and then I heard the rustling of material as Darlene pulled her slip over hear head and smoothed it down over her body. I was getting hot and aroused just imagining what she looked like. I could visualize her tanned skin contrasting nicely with the glossy smooth white of her nylon slip.
In my mind's eye I could faintly make out the lace cups of her bra and the twin hard peaks of her nipples as they pressed against the sheer fabrics. A moment followed with rather loud rustling noises and a grunt or two.
"There I'm dressed. Just buttoning up now."
A moment passed with only background noises and then I heard water running. "You in the bathroom?" I asked.
"Yes. Just turned on the shower."
"You wearing panty-hose or anything?"
"No. Should I?"
"No, that's all right. You look great just like you are."
'How would you know?"
"I've got a great imagination."
"Now what?" she asked.
"Brush your teeth."
"Why? I already did."
"Do it again. You can spill a little tooth paste and you'd have to wash the spot off." I heard a different water sound suddenly join the background noise of the shower and then the sounds of Darlene brushing her teeth.
"Woops," she sputtered. "Oh damn! Now I've done it," she stammered and I heard her spit___ "Hey, this is fun," she added.
"What happened?" I inquired. "Spill some?"
"All over me."
"Where?"
"All over my right breast."
"Wash it off good or it will leave a stain," I suggested.
There was a long silence, but then I thought I heard a faint groan. Then I heard it again. "There I guess, I've got it all off_.. Damn I'm all wet though."
"What's wet?"
"My dress_. Bra, slip everything."
"Dry it off good with a towel."
"No! I like it wet."
"Feel good?" I asked.
"What do you think? Woops, here's some I missed."
"Where?"
"On the skirt of my dress. Just a little bit__..
There that got it."
"Feel good?" I asked again.
"I'm shaking all over. Just this little bit feels good_. What are you doing?"
"Sitting here on the bathroom counter listening to you."
"I wish you were here. You getting wet?" Darlene asked.
"No. Not yet."
"I dare you!" Darlene laughed a quiet bubbly trickle of laughter a challenge in its self.
The water sounds over the phone line changed as Darlene turned off the flow into the sink. I heard a couple of bangs and bumps over the line. "What's all the noise?" I inquired.
"Trying to get this damned phone to sit up in the little corner shelf in the shower where it's out of the water."
"Oh. Good idea. Your hands will be free too."
"There! That should do it__. And I got my right sleeve all wet besides."
"Feel good?"
"Oh yea!" Darlene moaned, and I heard the hiss of water as the shower sprayed downward onto some part of her dress. "Oh boy! My sleeve's soaking wet and you should see it, the way it sticks to my arm."
I turned on my shower. "You under the shower yet?" I asked.
"Not yet. Just standing here letting it run over my arm. What are you doing?"
"Just getting in," I muttered as I stepped fully clothed into the warm spray. I hung my phone by its wrist strap from the rod holding the shower curtain. The torrent of water gushed down across my shirt and jeans soaking me to the skin. "Oh brother! This feels great."
"Here I go," Darlene called and I heard her gasp. "Oh boy, I've got my butt all wet__ Oh weeee, this feels so good__. Hey, my slip is sticking to the back of my legs. God, it feels good."
"Your panties wet?"
"Just in the back."
"Got your bra wet yet?" I asked as I ran my hands up and down over my wet body.
"Not yet, but here goes!"
Darlene squealed, and I heard the rattle of water as it sprayed onto the front of her uniform. She moaned and cried several times and the sound of her voice came and went as she twisted and turned beneath the spray. "Oh, God! I'm drenched_. Oh! This feels so good."
"Your panties wet?" I asked again.
"Oh yes. Everything's soaked. This slip is sticking to me like glue. I can see right through my wet dress. I can even see my skin below the edge on my panties."
"I'll bet your boobs look good too, don't they?"
"Oh yea. I can see the whole shebang_. Damn, Bob, my nipples are so hard. They stick right out through everything."
"Stop pinching at them," I warned playfully.
"How'd you know I was pinching myself?"
"Just figured you were_. Just kidding, Darlene. Don't stop! Keep pinching yourself, stroke your body just like I would."
"I am!"
"Keep it up. Go on__.. Those wet panties feel good, against your body don't they?
There was a long pause during which I could hear the hiss of the shower and Darlene's breathing now coming louder and more labored. Then she gasped loudly.
"Oh my God!" She gulped aloud and whistled rhythmically. I could hear the slapping sound of her hands against her wet dress as she explored her hungry body.
"Go on, Darlene! Let it happen. Pet yourself. Come on, faster, faster."
There were no words only wet sounds and labored breathing. Then I heard a loud gasp followed by a stifled cry of joy. The watery slapping sounds of her hands against her wet clothes slowed gradually. At last there was silence over the phone except for the constant hiss of the shower.
"Thank you, Bob! Her voice was almost a whisper.
"Any time," I replied quietly.
The shower still ran. I heard the sucking sound of wet nylon being removed from her body and the sodden plop as she dropped items to the floor of the shower. I peeled my wet clothes off as well.
"Thank you, Bob," she repeated. "Come over this afternoon when you get off work? I owe you one."
"Yes. I'll see you about three."
Our phones went dead and for both of us, our days had begun.
by Bob
It was a beautiful warm spring day and a welcomed contrast to the cold rainy winter weather that I had been seeing for the past several months. I stopped at the local super market about noon time to pick up a few things that I needed at the house. The store wasn't too crowded and in only a few minutes I had all that I needed, except one item. I swung around the end of a row of shelves and almost collided with another shopper.
"Woops! Excuse me," I began.
"No problem," was the reply. "Well I'll be darned! Hi
Bob!"
"Lenora! Fancy meeting you here," I replied looking the young woman over carefully. Lenora was my doctor's nurse, but I normally didn't see her except maybe once a year. This chance meeting was a definite plus on my daily schedule. "How've you been?" I asked.
"Just great, and you?"
We swung our shopping carts out of the way and proceeded to pass the time of day. Lenora looked nice in her uniform as she always did. The smooth white nylon dress hugged her form in the most complimentary way possible. It was long sleeved, belted tightly at the waist and her skirt ended several inches below her knees. She was trim, sleek, and proficient. Certain ways that she turned, various postures that she assumed, permitted the thin material of her uniform to press tightly against areas of her body. These quick changes allowed the outline of her panties to show briefly across the curve of her hip. Most of the time the straps of her bra were faintly visible across her back and shoulders. Along with her straightforward professional appearance, I found her to be quietly sexy. The last time I had seen her was almost a year ago. I had been her guest for a spaghetti dinner at her home that had proven to be a wonderfully exciting and rewarding experience for each of us.
"You're not working today?" I asked.
"I am, but it's lunch break. Thought I'd pick up a few things."
"Glad you did. It's good to see you again. It's been a long time, too long!"
There was an extended uncomfortable pause. "How about supper tonight?" she asked breaking the silence.
"You're not busy are you?"
"No Spaghetti?" I inquired with a wink.
"Uhhh!. Lenora hesitated and scanned the contents of her shopping cart. No, let's have meatloaf instead."
"Suits me. I'll bring the wine, OK?"
"Sure. Come by about six." Before I could reply she suddenly caught on and continued. "Oh!! Spaghetti, yes,,, now I remember." A slight flush spread into her cheeks and she chuckled in an embarrassed way. "You would remember that."
"See you this evening," I answered and we swung our carts in opposite directions.
Our last supper had been a wonderful spaghetti dinner. Lenora had spilled a plate of sauce while cleaning up afterwards and had really messed up her dress.
Together we had cleaned things up and this had been the prelude to a wet and wild evening of love making for us. I had found that Lenora and I both had a passion for the wet clothing experiences. I will always remember that night and will never forget the woman who was such a big part of it.
I stopped and picked up our wine for the evening on the way home. I did a few odd jobs while the clock crept ever so slowly toward the appointed time.
Finally the hour was at hand. I knew that Lenora liked my old jeans and thin cotton dress shirts so I didn't try to spruce myself up for the occasion. It was just before six when I pulled up at her house. Lenora was sitting on the small front porch obviously enjoying the end of the beautiful spring day. She still wore her uniform, but had discarded her footwear and was now barefoot. Her dark hair had been unfastened and hung in utter confusion about her shoulders framing the oval contour of her face in a soft, attractive, sensual manner.
"Hi handsome," she greeted.
"Hi yourself! Darn, you look nice!"
"Down boy," she warned with a grin. Lenora held out her hand for one of the wine bottles. "What'd you get?" She read the label. "Looks great!"
"Want some now?" I asked.
"Sure." She started to rise, but I stopped her.
"Stay put. I know where the glasses are."
"There's beer in the fridge if you prefer."
"No thanks. This is fine."
I entered the house as Lenora settled back onto her lounge chair. I found the glasses and the corkscrew and rejoined her on the porch. While I had been in the house she had combed her hair back with her fingers and was just in the process of refastening the big clasp that held her ponytail in place. I popped the cork and we toasted each other to a fruitful life and a pleasant evening together.
"That was sure a big surprise to run into you in the store today."
"Sure was. Literally as well as figuratively," I added.
Lenora chuckled. "You caught me off guard when you mentioned the spaghetti dinner."
"You'd forgotten? Really?"
"Oh no. Yet it surprised me when it suddenly came out in the open like that. That was probably the stupidest thing that I ever in my life did."
"It worked out all right in the long run," I reminded.
"But I felt so damned idiotic especially after you saw through my scheme. It was down right embarrassing."
"It was still fun. Hey! I can smell your meat loaf cooking."
"The timer's set. It's all right." There was a long silence while the sun dipped behind the roof of the house next door. "Gets chilly quick, the minute the sun goes," she said as she sipped at her wine.
"Want to go in?"
"Yea, let's."
We entered the kitchen and Lenora began putting the meal together. I helped here and there. It was fun just watching her as she moved about the kitchen. She was so alert, so alive, so exuberant, and so playful in all her actions.
"I'm curious," I began and then hesitated. "Oh forget it!"
"No, go on."
"Well I'm just wondering if you plan to have an accident tonight like you did before. Spaghetti, I could see, but meat loaf???"
" I gave up that silly charade. It's too hard to make really look like an accident, to make it work out right."
"There are alternatives then?"
"Oh yes! Look here!" Lenora went to the refrigerator and swung the door open. "For a good spill I have mustard,,,,ketsup,,,,chocolate sauce,,,,Oh gosh there's lots of good spill stuff in here."
"You're serious?"
"Hell yes. Why worry about pretending. If you want to have an calamity you just have one!"
I laughed just as the buzzer on the oven went off.
"Sounds like we eat," I said and nodded toward the stove. Lenora agreed and a minute later we settled down to a hearty meal and some interesting chatter. It wasn't long before we were done eating. Lenora cleaned the table and crammed everything into the dish-washer.
We retired to the living room where she put on a CD of good old-fashioned dance music. Neither of us were good dancers, but we tried anyway. It was fun just to hold this beautiful woman close in my arms and feel her lithe warn body working endlessly against mine. We kissed from time to time, but didn't enter into any deep petting routine. A back rub, hip stroke, shoulder caress were all in keeping, but nothing more intimate.
"Want to play?" she asked suddenly.
"Suits me."
"You don't care if I get messed up do you?"
"It's up to you."
"You'd have to be chivalrous and clean me up if I did."
"To the rescue," I replied gallantly.
We moved into the kitchen and Lenora went directly to the refrigerator. She withdrew a squeeze bottle of chocolate syrup. "This is so silly," she said looking at the bottle.
"Don't worry about it."
"My hands are shaking," she replied. Lenora held the bottle in her hand and squeezed it gently. A moment passed and then a bubble of syrup squirted from the tip and oozed down the neck of the bottle onto her hand.
"Woops! This bottle leaks," she said. "Damn," and with a quick motion she wiped her sticky hand along her right hip. There was a dark chocolate stain several inches wide across on the white nylon of her dress.
"Now you've done it," I exclaimed.
"Oh well. You can lick it off for me. It will taste good."
"I don't lick a woman's hip," I advised.
Lenora picked up the bottle with her sticky hand. "How about this?" she asked. She squirted chocolate sauce directly on her bare skin at the open front of her collar just above the curve of her breasts.
I was excited and could feel the throbbing deep in my groin as I began to rise to the stimulation. "Now that's more like it," I said.
"Oh I feel delicious," Lenora replied. I watched as she squirted a small circle of chocolate directly onto the curve of her right breast. She leaning back against the sink and squeezed the bottle across the front of her uniform. The chocolate stream laced back and forth from her shoulders down to mid thigh creating streaks across her breasts and the slight curve of her belly and hips.
"Oh, my God! I've done it now," she muttered laying the bottle aside on the counter.
"What a mess," I groaned.
"Oh I'm sorry, Bob. Looks like I over did it."
I stepped close to Lenora and with my hand tried to wipe away the sauce centered on her right breast. All I managed to do was to smear the chocolate all over that side of her dress. While doing this I leaned toward her and buried my face deep into the open V-neckline of her dress. I licked at the syrup she had spilled there smearing the sauce further and further across her upper chest and down onto the curve of her breasts. Lenora's body was working against me constantly, and I knew the chocolate was getting smeared all over me as well.
"Better wash your dress off a little," I advised and turned on the water in the sink.
"Think it's necessary?" she asked.
"No other way," I replied.
I dipped the dish sponge into the warm water and began wiping at the stains. I was surprised to see how easily the chocolate came away. What was left was a wet area of white nylon clinging to her skin in an almost transparent manner. Lenora took the sponge and washed my face removing the chocolate from my skin.
Then she wiped and blotted at the stains on the front of my shirt.
"I can see right through your shirt," she said stroking the wet material with her free hand. I took the sponge from her and with it dripping wet attacked the stain on her right hip. In seconds I could see the pinkish tint of her skin and the wet white outline of her panties right through the soaked nylon of her dress. For several minutes I sponged her dress removing most of the stains. Lenora moaned and groaned as I worked. She straddled my thigh with her legs pressing her lower body tightly against me. I could see the lace cup of her bra very easily now and could even detect the dark circle of her nipple through the wet material.
"Let's go to the shower," she suggested.
I didn't reply. No reply was required. She led the way through the house and turned on the shower. As I stood there at the foot of the tub she began washing the stains from my clothes. Inch by inch Lenora worked me into the shower following me without hesitation. The water cascaded down the front of her nylon uniform turning it almost transparent as the syrup remnants were flushed away. The pink of her skin stood out boldly as did the details of her breasts and undergarments. Everything clung to her body like a second skin pulling tightly into the folds and creases of her buttocks and thighs. I could see the dark shadow of her straddle right through the clinging wet nylon of her dress and panties. She was exquisite.
We didn't speak for many long minutes, but our hands demonstrated our desires and needs. We petted openly and furiously driving each other higher and higher along the pathway towards culmination. Then we slowly and deliberately began to undress one another. Piece by piece, item by item, we removed wet sodden clothes. It wasn't long before we were both stark naked writhing and squirming in each other's arms.
Then we moved to the bedroom where we made love for what seemed like an endless period of time. It was great, wild, and passionate, yet it was also sweet, sensual and loving, I rested while Lenora took care of our laundry. She came back wearing a thin flowing cotton gown. We were cradled in each other's arms moments later and at last we slept through the wee hours of the morning. I drove home just before dawn.
by Chris and Bob
It was a very warm August afternoon. I've seen it lots hotter, but still it was somewhat uncomfortable. I left the P.T.A. luncheon meeting a little earlier than most of the people and headed home. I pulled several hair-clasps out of my long blond hair, shook everything free, and pulled my Stetson down firmly on my head to hold everything in place. I slipped on my sunglasses against the mid-day glare and kicked my old CJ-5 open jeep to life. It burped once and then purred like a kitten. It didn't have any air conditioning, but with no top or sides it in truth didn't need any.
I cocked my left foot up on the front edge of the door opening and felt the welcomed draft of air whip past my leg and swirl up under the bottom of my calf length denim skirt. I pulled my skirt up tightly against my abdomen exposing my legs and thighs to the welcomed gusts of air. On several occasions vehicles passed me, and once I slid past a slow moving cattle truck. These times I discretely flipped my skirt down over my knees until I was beyond their line of sight. My long sleeved cotton blouse was thin and cool, but the denim vest that matched my skirt could have been left at home. I wiggled out of my vest and draped it over the hand-hold bar on the dashboard. There, that was better.
It was a good twenty-six miles to the house, but the drive up the river valley was scenic and the traffic always very sparse. I wondered what I would do for the remainder of the day when I got home. Tom wouldn't be home from work till well after six so I had the whole rest of the day to just kick around. The sign said "Anderson Road, Next Left." A flash of memory entered my mind. Our friends Bob and Lois Watson had a small ranch up Anderson Road. We visited each other quite frequently. The guys had been in the military together years ago and our kids had all attended the same valley schools over the years. I glanced at the distant car in my rear-view mirror and stuck out my left arm signaling my intended turn.
Dust rose in swirling clouds behind me as I wheeled up the narrow dirt road toward the higher country west of the highway. In minutes I was in second gear climbing steeply to the top of the bluff. Suddenly I broke from the trees and the Watson's ranch spread out before me.
The buildings were all grouped together and surrounded by a dozen or so towering pines. The deep green fields stretched beyond with dancing flashes of irrigation sprinklers pouring countless streams of water onto the growing hay. A small fenced in area close to the big red barn held several horses and cattle. The rest of the heard I knew would be back in the hills on their summer graze.
I started to swing right toward the house when motion down below the road ahead caught my eye. I recognized Bob right away and swung to the left down the narrow access trail. I passed the small pump house and pulled to a stop at the edge of a settling pond perhaps thirty yards across. A small dam held the water back collecting any run-off from the fiends and allowing a steady trickle to flow down hill to the pump house. The small pump there furnished water to several stock watering troughs located in different areas around the buildings. I flipped my skirt down over my knees. Bob and I waved to each other as I pulled to a stop.
"Oh, my God!" I muttered to myself as I stared at him.
Bob stood almost waist deep in the pond and as I watched he threw a sizable clump of aquatic weeds up onto the top of the dam. His jeans and T-shirt were soaked and his arms and hands glistened wet and muddy in the bright sunlight. The top of his T-shirt across his back was still dry, but the front was utterly drenched and clinging like glue to every facet of his body. He shoved his wide brimmed battered hat back from his forehead and waded toward me through the muddy water.
"Hi, Chris. Long time, no see," he greeted.
"What you up to," I inquired.
"Just ripping out these old reeds." Bob stopped by the jeep resting his arm on the top corner of the windshield. "If you don't do it several times every summer, they'd take over the whole pond and there wouldn't be any room for water."
"Looks like a nasty job to me."
"Oh, it's not bad. They pull out pretty easy. Besides, it's nice and cool on a hot day like today."
"Lois up at the house?" I asked. I tried not to stare at him, but found it almost impossible. For many many years I had been into the wet clothes pastime. I loved getting caught in the rain or on some pretense getting my clothes all wet. My Tom also enjoyed this happening. It turned us both on and was many times a prelude to some of the best sex that we ever had.
Bob's jeans were clinging to his body like a new skin leaving not much to my imagination. Just seeing him like this sent shivers of excitement racing up and down my spine and through the entire rest of my body.
"No. She went to the dentist in Laramie and is going to stop and see her sister on the way home. I'm playing bachelor today."
I swallowed hard hoping Bob didn't see my reaction to his statement. I didn't know what to say. I tried to sidetrack my eyes by examining a chipped fingernail.
"Oh, I see!"
"Tell you what," Bob began. "I want to finish up right along the spillway there. Take me probably ten minutes. Then I'll quit. You go up to the house and make yourself comfortable. There's beer in the fridge and ice tea too. Help yourself. OK?" He paused. "I'll be up in just a few minutes and we'll shoot the bull for a while."
I turned on my ignition and stretched my foot toward the starter pedal. Then I paused. "Tell you what," I began, but then in a flood of embarrassment the words failed me. I struggled to formulate my thoughts into words that wouldn't be taken wrong or to far out of context.
"What?" he asked.
"I could help you pull weeds," I blurted almost without thinking.
"What?" he asked with a really surprised tone to his voice.
I swung my legs out of the jeep. "I'll help you pull weeds, and then we'll have some refreshments. Ok?"
"You can't pull weeds dressed like that," he remarked.
"Want to bet?"
"You'll ruin your skirt."
"It'll wash out all right. Come on; back to work!"
I dropped to the ground and moved toward the pond. Bob hesitated slightly and then followed. My sandals would prove to be almost perfect footwear for my coming activity. I was trembling with excitement as I moved toward the water. Suddenly I was in. The muddy water splashed over my feet ankle deep, and I moved around the edge of the pond to where Bob had been working on the spillway. He moved along beside me in water about knee deep. Without warning I abruptly stepped into deeper water. With a shock I felt the tug of water on the bottom of my skirt and in seconds could feel the drag of the wet material pulling back between my knees trying to trip me.
Bob moved past and plunged almost waist deep into the weed-pulling chore. Muddy water surged upwards to my thighs and I stopped. I reached down and pulled a small clump of reeds free of the muddy bottom and threw them dripping over against the dam. The right sleeve of my blouse clung wet and transparent to my arm sending shivers of enjoyment all through my being.
The water was cool and felt so good as it swirled about my legs. My skirt was heavy and wet caressing my legs in the most tantalizing way possible. I moved forward a little and felt the water rise almost to my straddle. I watched for Bob to look the other way and as he did I quickly stooped down just a little. I felt the shock of cool wetness right through my crotch and noticed the feeling of my wet nylon panties against my body for the first time.
"This really feels good," I remarked.
"Good night! You're getting soaked," he answered glancing at me.
"Oh, that's all right. I don't mind. It's nice and cool."
I moved a little deeper and with the water almost waist deep bent down to pull another clump of weeds. I saw it coming before it happened. My right breast dipped into the muddy water and I felt the shock of cold wetness almost instantly as my blouse and bra soaked through. Oh, how glorious it felt. I pulled the weeds free and rising threw them aside. My wet clothes plastered themselves to my skin in the most glorious way possible. I glanced down at my wetness and could easily see the dark circle of my nipple. It poked outward against the wet material of my bra and shirt showing virtually every detail of my body.
I dove for another weed plunging both breasts deep into the pond. I was drenched except for the very top of my shirt across the back of my shoulders. We were both working hard and moved closer together until we bumped. I don't think we said anything, there was no apology, no "woops", no "excuse me." We just bumped, butt to butt in the murky waist deep water. That was when we both paused for a moment and stretched our aching backs. I stared hungrily at Bob's clinging T-shirt and jeans as he exercised his tired muscles. I leaned backwards loosening my sore arms, flexing my stiff shoulders. I felt the wetness of my shirt plaster its self like wet tissue paper to my skin clinging seductively to every curve and detail of my upper body.
"Good enough," Bob finally said with his voice breaking ever so slightly. "I quit!"
I didn't argue. We climbed out of the pond and, leaving my jeep where it was, walked the short distance toward the house. My skirt felt like it weighed twenty pounds as it clung tightly to my buttocks, thighs, and legs. It hugged each leg separately pulling in hard between my thighs to caress my straddle and body in the most wonderful way possible. The wetness of my panties felt marvelous as they stuck ever so tightly to my skin. About half way to the house Bob's hand bumped mine and then we were holding hands. Before we reached the porch his arm had slipped about my shoulders and mine about his waist.
"Want to get the mud off?" he asked pausing by the steps.
"Sure," I replied knowing full well what was in store.
He picked up a garden hose and a moment later we were both twisting and turning under its flood. I scrubbed with my hands at the muddy surface of my skirt and blouse watching the stains rinse away. I'll say this for the two of us. We were both discrete. Neither of us made any indecent or provocative advances toward the other. I think it was obvious that we were both aroused yet we held a tight rein on our emotions. We were simply just close friends.
We sat and talked quietly. Bob drank beer and I tried to cool my excited inner feelings with iced tea. After a while I found it to be working. Still I knew that deep within there was an urge that had been awakened and had yet to be satisfied. Tom & I were destined to experience a great wet evening together when he got home from work. This I knew for certain.
by Bob
It was a hot Saturday afternoon, and I had no particular plans for the day. Normally my girl friend and I would have many pursuits to choose from, but this weekend she had gone cross-state to visit her mother. Betty and I had met over two years ago and been steady partners ever since. Betty had introduced me to the wet clothing fetish that had become a frequent addition to our weekly calendars. I knew that with the weather like it was she and I would be indulging in our favorite happening, if she were here. Unfortunately such was not the case. I decided to indulge anyway.
Our area was dotted with many small farms and ranches and untold miles of irrigation systems. Most of these were open ditches that meandered through the countryside in an almost haphazard manner. They passed through open fields and wooded sections providing scenic beauty and quiet seclusion for the passerby who enjoyed the peace and solitude of natural surroundings. Betty and I often went to these areas for wading and play sessions.
I parked my truck off the road where the irrigation water poured under the pavement through a large culvert. A small Honda motor cycle was parked on the opposite side of the roadway, but its driver was not to be seen. To the east, the ditch stretched as far as
I could see across the fields, passing through tiny forests that dotted the countryside for maybe an acre at a time. A few fences crisscrossed the landscape and here and there small groups of cattle stood grazing or lay quietly chewing their cuds. I headed east along the ditch bank aiming for the nearest small group of trees. Here I knew I would find shade from the hot sun and enough privacy to go wading in the refreshing water. In the shadow of the trees I could get my jeans and shirt as wet as I wanted and could play openly with the great feelings that wet clothing always gave me. There would also be adequate seclusion for a quick skinny dip if I so decided.
It was easy walking and the pleasant rattle of the water swirling along the ditch banks created an atmosphere of quiet grandeur. The passage of the water created its own thermal currents that drifted gently along the ditch with a welcomed touch of coolness. I was probably a hundred yards from the fringe of trees when I saw a person emerge from the refreshing shade.
I couldn't determine whether this being was a male or female as a wide brimmed straw hat shadowed its face making identification difficult. The person was wading along the far side of the ditch in water that was about knee deep. We would pass with the full ten-foot width of the ditch between us.
The gap narrowed and I saw that the approaching person was most definitely a female. Short blond strands of hair straggled out from under the battered brim of her hat. The suntanned features of her face were shaded yet I could still tell, even at this distance, that she was a very attractive person. Her deep blue eyes seemed to reflect the shimmering surface of the water. She wore no makeup that I could detect. In reality, she needed none. She had a red bandanna knotted tightly around her neck with the free ends skewed to one side just in front of her shoulder. The white blouse that she wore was form fitting and glistened slightly in the sunlight, probably nylon or some other synthetic material. Her shirttails were pulled together tightly and tied firmly just below the beautiful curve of her breasts. This allowed a wide expanse of her bare midriff to be exposed to the cooling breaths of air that now and then drifted up from the surface of the ditch. All of the exposed areas of her body were athletic in appearance well toned and well tanned.
She carried a long walking stick that she steadied herself with as she waded along the uneven bottom of the ditch. Her jeans were faded, well worn, snug fitting, and belted tightly just below her waist. They weren't the hip-hugger type jeans, but they were cut somewhat lower than the average. The legs of her jeans were soaked to about mid thigh and glistened dark and wet every time she stepped forward.
"Hi there!" I greeted. "How's the water?"
"Morning_.Nice and cool." I started to speak, but she continued. "I guess it's afternoon, come to think of it."
"Yea_. Almost two," I advised glancing at my watch.
"My name's Bob, and you are?"
"Dusty. Glad to meet you."
"That your real name?"
"That'll do for now" she replied and then asked, "You live around here?"
"Over in Dawson. That your bike down by the road?"
"Yes. What brings you over here?" Dusty asked as she leaned forward with both hands on her walking stick.
"I like to walk the ditches out here on hot days. It's nice and refreshing."
"Know what you mean! I'm from Clampton. Down in that little valley, it's really hot on days like this." There was a long moment of silence. "Well, I hope you enjoy your walk," she added as she began to turn away.
"Nice to have met you."
"Nice to have met you too." I replied. As she turned I noticed that the back of her jeans were completely soaked to about half way across the curve of her buttocks. "You've got the back of your jeans all wet, you know."
Dusty paused and reached back with one hand to test her wetness. "Yea_ I know! My panties too! I sat down on the dry bank a while ago to rest, except under the grass it wasn't dry."
"Oh well_. You'll dry out eventually," I advised.
"Probably! In the meantime it's nice and cool. You should go wading. It really cools you off quickly on a day like this."
"I had thought about it. Especially after seeing you."
"Well then?"
"Oh I don't know," I hesitated with pretended reluctance.
"Come on across and we'll wade together. I'll go back up the line a ways with you, if you'd like."
"It's too deep!"
"It's just water and it's only about waist deep. Come on! I'll meet you half way." Dusty reached out her hand toward me across the ditch and took an additional step into deeper water. "Come on!"
I wanted to just throw myself into the channel, but instead stepped gingerly into the shallow water while pretending to be shocked by the chill of the stream.
"Wow! This is cold!" I complained.
"You'll get used to it. Come on over!" Dusty invited with a big smile playing about her face.
I stepped deeper feeling the water soak upwards through the legs of my jeans wetting my thighs. I reached out my hand toward her. Dusty stepped forward again and I watched as the water level rose quickly through her straddle and finally all the way to her waist. "Well, your panties are wet now," I said.
"Better believe it! Come on!" she urged again.
We stretched outward to each other. Our fingers touched and then our hands gripped. I pulled her forward only to loose my balance and fall toward her instead. Dusty laughed and caught me with her free arm preventing me from falling completely. The right sleeve of her blouse was soaked following her effort clinging transparent and bubbly to her arm. She was bracing herself on her tall walking stick as we stood there in the waist deep gently swirling currents of the ditch.
"There. Now how's that?" she asked bubbling with quiet laughter. Her eyes sparkled as did all of her features as she savored the moment of our meeting.
"Well, I'm all wet," I admitted and turned to move up the ditch in the direction of the trees some yards ahead.
We held hands as we shuffled along through the flowing water. Now and then we would step into shallow holes causing the water level to rise. We finally reached the shade of the trees and the coolness of nature was wonderful. The front of my shirt was soaked about half way up my chest clinging wet and transparent to my skin. Dusty's midriff glistened wet and cool and her knotted shirttails below her breasts were spattered with water. She swung to the side and sat down on the wet ditch bank with her feet and legs still in the water.
Dusty laid her battered straw hat aside on the grass with her walking stick and unfastening her bandanna pulled it from around her neck and plunged it into the water. She rinsed it out several times and brought it up dripping wet to wipe the hot surface of her face and neck. As she did beads and trickles of water ran down the surface of her skin dripping onto the surface of her blouse. Finally she wrapped her wet bandanna back around her neck and tied it securely.
"This is fun," she began.
"Yes, it is! Nice and cool too."
"You like getting wet?" she asked pointedly looking sideways at me with great interest.
"Yes!" I hesitated while Dusty absorbed my reply.
"Always have!" I explained.
"Always have?" she asked surprised.
"Always!"
"Why so reluctant then?" she inquired. "I thought you were a first timer."
"Just embarrassed I guess. Strange girl, beautiful girl, wet girl, Oh, you know!"
"I love to get all wet," she acknowledged.
"I'm glad you feel that way!" I chuckled and winked at her.
Dusty smiled back at me. "I like seeing you all wet. You look so sexy!"
"So do you, but your bra's still dry," I pointed out.
Dusty glanced down at the rich curve of her breasts and slipped off the bank to stand in the thigh deep water. She suddenly dropped to her knees and with both hands splashed huge waves of cool water up across her full breasts. She caught her breath as the cold water penetrated her clothes and then just fell slowly backwards to float downstream several yards in the moderate current. She rose and waded back to where I sat watching.
"It's not dry now," Dusty advised as she hopped up on the ditch bank to sit beside me. Her wet blouse was clinging like a second skin to her body, and I could plainly see the lace surface of her wet bra as it tried in vain to conceal the richness of her beautiful full breasts. Her dark nipples thrust hard and erect beneath the cold thin surface of her wet clothes. They glistened below the soaked layers of nylon beckoning me to touch, to caress, and to seductively violate their seclusion. Across Dustie's back and shoulders I could easily see the white straps of her bra. On the point of her left shoulder there was a small multi-colored tattoo of a butterfly. All was readily visible through the clinging bubbly surface of her wet blouse. Just above the drenched back of her jeans I could see about an inch of her wet nylon panties showing the pinkish tint of her skin right through the sodden fabric.
"Am I wet enough for you now?" she asked as she sidled over closer to me on the bank.
"You are drenched!" I replied. "Completely!"
"Your shirt needs some more attention," she said.
Without words, I slipped into the water and immersed myself. I watched her as she took in my fresh wetness.
My clinging shirt hid nothing and the tight soaked fabric of my jeans concealed little of what was there. My wet boxer shorts clung with meaningful intensity to my body. I knew Dusty could detect the outline of the erection that I had going for me without any difficulty what ever. I climbed back out and dropped down next to her on the grass.
Moments later we were in each other's arms kissing, petting, exploring, exciting. The passions built higher and higher driving us ever upward toward a plateau from which there seemed to be no escape. We wanted each other desperately by now, but no. For some reason we were restrained. We didn't undress, we didn't probe beneath the clinging layers of saturated clothing, we didn't go beyond invisible silent limits that we both had set. Still it was an easy chore for us both to reach the climax that we desired. We were quickly satisfied without any breach of our moral codes and following a quiet rest we waded arm in arm back down along the ditch toward the road.
I don't think we spoke all the way back. We didn't say goodbye. We didn't say thank you. We didn't plan our next meeting. We were vanishing into the either where we would both remain for eternity. We would remain figments, wonderful memories of a short passage in time and space.
by Bob
I had finished all my planned work for this Saturday and began wondering what I could do for the rest of the day. I had made no plans with any of my friends and my steady date was out of town for the weekend.
All this prompted me to begin sifting through my memory bank for any of the alternatives. The day itself looked rotten. The weather reports were for heavy rains and windy at times, but with seasonably warm temperatures. Where do you go and what do you do with the weather so uncooperative. Then I remembered Nora.
Nora and I were neighbors and had gone through school together back in the mid seventies. We were both single having separately put our married lives aside many years ago. I don't know why she and I hadn't struck up a more personal and permanent relationship, but we hadn't. Maybe it was just more exciting to have a spur of the moment encounter now and then. A quiet dinner date, with Nora for desert, was always wonderful. A covert meeting that would escalate into a warm evening together was easy to come by. I guess the best way to sum up our connection, without beating around the bush, was to say that we were sex partners.
It didn't happen too often, for we both had our significant others, but when it did occur it was always crazy, wild, spontaneous, and enjoyable. This probably was partly due to the fact that Nora and I were both into wet-look fashions, the wet clothing fetish. We both loved to get wet with our clothes on and at times messy as well. When we met, it was almost a guarantee that something would happen where somebody got soaking wet. And this was always the prelude to an exciting sexual routine that we both relished.
"Maybe, just maybe," I thought aloud. I went to my bedroom window and looked out. Yes, her car was parked in its usual spot across the alley behind me. I glanced at the rolling clouds over the hills to the west and smiled. The weather could be an answer to my prayers. In a flash I made my decision. "Hope you're available," I muttered as I began changing clothes. I slipped on a pair of faded Levi jeans and a thin cotton sport shirt with long sleeves. Its lightweight and faint pastel plaid design would look good on me if I got it wet, and being with Nora, this was almost sure to happen. I could have walked across the alley, but drove around instead. With no definite plans I knew we might want my truck instead of her car. Time would tell. I swung around the block and parked in front of her house.
"Well I'll be darned!" Nora began as she opened the door to my ring. "Come on in, Bob. Darn, but its been ages." She took me by the shoulders, hugged me, and our lips touched briefly.
"It has been a while," I agreed on parting.
Nora turned from me without comment and headed for the kitchen. I couldn't help but stare at the rich lines of her buttocks as she moved away from me. The old paint spattered sweatpants that she wore set off the curves of her butt just right. She had a small hole in her pants just behind her right hip and I could see a soft patch of her light blue nylon panties through the ragged opening. A snug fitting T-shirt completed her attire and highlighted the form of her upper body to just the proper degree. I could easily see her bra right through the thin cotton material. Her dark soft ponytail swung back and forth as she moved seeming to be in perfect time with the rhythm of her hips.
Nora stopped at the counter, produced an empty mug and proceeded to pour my coffee. "How'd you know I was fancy-free this afternoon?" Nora asked.
"Didn't! Just hoping."
Nora settled herself cross-legged on one of the barstools and I joined her on another. She filled her cup and we began a meaningless conversation about world events instead of getting right to the point.
She rested here elbow on the counter and propped her head up casually on the heel of her hand. She flashed a twinkling wink at me as her dark eyes stared deep into mine. "Want to go to bed?" she asked canting her head suggestively in the direction of the bedroom.
"That's a straight-forward question," I remarked.
"Well?" she laughed. "Do you?"
"Just like that? No playing around first?"
"Well naturally there's got to be some playing around. Who ever heard of two old-folks like us just going to bed, zip bang, with no warm up."
"That's more like it," I said. "Any ideas?"
"You notice the weather?" she asked. "Hear the weather report?"
"Yes! It's going to be nasty before long."
"My thinking too. And wet!" she quickly added.
"Want to go for a walk?" I asked.
There was a long moments pause. Nora cocked her head to one side and with raised eyebrows considered my proposal. "Got a better idea. Let's go shopping and see if we can shock a few people. Let's tease some poor guy half out of his wits."
"I don't follow you exactly."
"We'll go grocery shopping, I have to get some things anyway, and if we time it right we'll get drenched trying to get back to the car. That's a nice innocent way to show off a little and it drives people, especially men, crazy. There's always some guy coming by that will get an eye-full and just go bananas."
"Sounds interesting. Let's go for it."
"Finish your coffee. Let me think about this for a little. In the meantime, I've got to change into something better looking than this." She brushed her hands down across the surface of her present clothing as she turned toward the far end of the house. "Be right back."
I sipped at my brew as Nora left the room. She returned minutes later dressed for the coming event. Her light colored jeans were form fitting and I could faintly make out the curve of her panties across the slope of her hip. She was wearing open-toed sandals and white cotton ankle socks. A long sleeved nylon blouse open at the throat had replaced her T-shirt.
The light pink material, almost a flesh tone shade, would look great when it got wet, and I knew that somehow it would. I spotted a touch of eye shadow, a very light shade of lipstick, and possibly just a little more color in her cheeks. I caught a whiff of her perfume for the first time. It was a quiet blend of fragrant spices that drifted faintly through the room.
"How's this?" she asked. "I look all right?"
"Great! You look like a million bucks!" I stated honestly.
"Wait till I get rained on," she laughed and turning full-circle made a falling rain signal with all ten of her fingers.
Nora gathered up her pocketbook, opened the desk drawer in the foyer, and withdrew a set of car keys.
"Here! Hang onto these, just in case."
"What are these for?" I inquired.
"You'll see. I've got a new plan." Nora pulled her big ring of keys from her pocketbook and headed for the door. "Let's go do it! Drive your rig too. When we get there, park close to me, but not too close. I want it to look like I'm all alone, at least toward the end."
I didn't ask any questions. I just followed her across town to the supermarket. It sprinkled rain twice during the short drive, but then, just as we arrived, stopped almost completely. The parking lot was quite crowded close to the store's entrance, but virtually empty further away. Nora parked far from the entrance in an area free of other vehicles. I wheeled into a spot in the next row probably twenty yards away where I could easily see her and her car. She slipped out motioning for me to join her as she headed for the store.
"I'll do my shopping first and then just wait and hope that it rains like Hell. When we come out just act like we're strangers, all right? Simply go to your car and watch what happens." Nora splashed through several puddles on the way to the store and by the time we reached the sidewalk her cotton socks were soaking wet, as were the cuffs of her jeans.
We entered the store and Nora locked onto a shopping cart and started up and down the aisles. I wandered here and there pretty much keeping an eye on her as she progressed. It was fun to watch her. Of all the women in the store she by far was probably the most appealing, most attractive of them all. I smiled to myself several times as men passed her and then turned silently to look her over carefully in an appraising manner.
In the corner of my eye I watched the weather and saw two heavy yet brief showers come and go. Almost everyone in the store was wearing either jackets or actual raincoats or carrying umbrellas. Very few people were unprotected. At last Nora finished her shopping and slid quickly through the checkout lane. She had bought a tabloid paper and stopped just outside the automatic door and checked the weather.
It was a steady drizzle with a gusty wind heralding more of the same and possibly worse. In the shelter of the roof's overhang she opened her paper and leaning on the handle of her cart began to flip through its pages. She waited impatiently for a let-up in the rain, but it wasn't to be. I stood some distance away with several other people waiting and watching.
Excitement began to build as I anticipated what I knew was going to happen.
Then it started to rain harder and Nora made her move. She looked quickly at her watch, stuffed her tabloid into the cart, said something to the woman beside her, who like she was awaiting a break in the weather, and walked out of the sheltered entrance into the parking lot. Two others took her cue and started for their cars too. I waited a few seconds allowing her to get maybe ten yards ahead of me. The timing seemed perfect. The steady rain increased more and more soaking the top of my shoulders in seconds and I could feel it spreading downward across my back. Nora didn't act like she was in a hurry at all. I watched spellbound as the falling rain darkened the shoulders of her blouse and began spreading the wetness further and further.
I finally reached my truck, drenched from the waist up, and took my own sweet time unlocking the door. I just stood there in the rain leaning on my open door watching Nora. I could see that by now the back of her blouse was completely soaked and even from this distance I could see the outline of her bra quite easily. Two cars drove by heading for the street and both slowed while the occupants stared at the beautiful woman caught in the rain. Nora smiled each time. She had stopped behind her car and raised the flap of her purse. She rummaged inside for several seconds as the steady rain fell endlessly upon her wet shoulders. At last she turned and walked to the front door and peered inside. She tried the door handle and then circled the car and tried the other door as well.
Suddenly I saw through her plan and the reason she had given me her spare set of keys. I closed my door and started toward her in the pouring rain. As I did I saw her wave a brief negative hand toward me, and she shook her head ever so slightly. Nora reached into her pocketbook and pulled out her cell-phone. She punched in a number and began a short conversation while the rain pelted down in increasingly heavy sheets. Then she slipped the phone into her purse and began pacing anxiously back and forth. Her blouse was completely soaked and clung like a second skin to her entire upper body. It hung bubbly and tight to every curve and facet of her physique. She was beautiful, sexy, alluring, and provocative. I stood by my truck in the downpour getting greatly aroused as the wetness spread downward through my jeans. I discretely rubbed my hungry body in eager anticipation of what lay ahead.
As I watched her pace I began to wonder about her overall plan. Her face was water soaked and several strands of dark hair lay wet and shiny across her forehead. Her ponytail dripped a steady stream of water onto the back of her soaked blouse. The wetness was spreading slowly down the full length of her body. The upper areas of her jeans were dark, wet, and shiny as they clung to her frame. How much more could she stand. How much more could I stand. I began to wonder.
Suddenly a chill flashed the full length of my body as a city police-car wheeled into view, circled the parking lot, and then turned directly towards her. I quickly slipped into my truck and swung the door closed. I saw her wave with the wet nylon of her sleeve clinging tightly to her arm. The officer stopped, flipped on his flashing yellow lights, climbed from the cruiser, and reaching back inside pulled out a rain slicker that he immediately slipped into. From the trunk of his car he produced a door lock jimmy tool and shaking his head sadly walked to Nora's side. Together they moved to the driver's door.
In seconds his skilled hands had tripped the lock and the door swung open. Nora retrieved her keys. Her wet smiling, "Thank you," was obvious.
I could see that they were engrossed in an ongoing and greatly animated conversation. Nora kept shaking her head in the negative. Suddenly he threw his hands in the air, signaled utter surrender, and turned back to his car. He tossed the tools into the trunk, slipped out of his rain gear, and with a quick wave of his hand drove away. Nora passed a come-on sign to me as she began placing her groceries into the trunk of her car. I joined her in the pouring rain.
"Boy! I got him that time," she laughed and gave a little swish-swing of her wet hips for emphasis.
"Really?"
"He was so flustered that he almost couldn't talk.
Damn near choked. He just couldn't stop staring. Tried to make a date with me. Tried twice to get his wedding ring off his finger without me noticing, but it wouldn't budge. God, but he was dazed!"
Nora laughed heartily and bending slightly forward slapped her wet thighs with both hands. "I wish he hadn't had that darned raincoat on. I'll bet he was hot as Hell and big as blazes! Just like you are." She glanced down openly examining my wet body. "God you look good all wet like that," she announced. "I'd have liked to have gotten a good look at him. You men look so damned sexy all wet."
"Well, he got a good look at you," I advised. "And you women look awfully sexy too all wet!"
"He was all eyes, that's for sure, wasn't he! Boy, I'm really soaked!" Nora ran her hands down the outside of her thighs and stroked the shiny wet denim covering her buttocks. She patted her soaked bottom several times. "My pants are slipping," she said quietly. Nora slipped her fingers into the waistband of her jeans and with a little wiggle tugged the wet denim tightly up into her crotch. "Wow! I'm drenched! My panties too! Gosh that was fun! I sure got to him good and proper that time! He won't forget me for a long time!
But right now I'm starting to get chilly. Look how the cold is making me pop out" Nora brushed her fingers quickly down across the front of her wet blouse where her dark nipples were struggling to burst free of the confining layers of rain soaked material.
"God, you're beautiful!" I muttered. "I'm going to bite you."
"Not here, you're not! I'm about to freeze!"
"You have a remedy for the cold?" I asked.
"Just follow me. I know a place where there is a steady shower with nice warm water." Nora winked at me in a mischievous manner,
I watched as she pushed the empty cart into the storage rack close by. She was a thing of beauty with her wet clothes clinging like a second skin to her body. Her radiant face glistened with raindrops rolling slowly down her cheeks, dripping from her nose and chin. Nora slipped into her car and just before closing the door waved a very coy signal at me which said, "follow me." We headed across town in the downpour.
We didn't bother to put any of the groceries away when we arrived home. She had carefully not bought any refrigerated items. Instead we headed arm in arm toward the shower where we spent many enjoyable minutes getting warm and building each other up for what we knew lay ahead. It was an enjoyable wild encounter that ended in the intimate confines of Nora's bed. It had turned out to be a fabulous ending to an afternoon that seemingly had held nothing special in store for me. In the company of this remarkable and passionate woman I had experienced the ultimate in fantastic dating possibilities. For both of us it had turned out to be a very memorable occasion.
by Bob
The "Mona Tai" restaurant furnished its exquisite fare as usual. Cora and I had been patronizing this establishment off and on for many years. We were never disappointed. We completed our meal and spent a couple of hours in the lounge dancing to a great pianist and his renditions of the big band era. We had several drinks, but I cut back early as I had to drive home.
Cora as usual was her charming radiant self and in the course of the evening many men, much to my delight, cast wishful glances her way. The years had treated Cora well. Her exercise habit and outdoor sports routine kept her trim and fit. She was a tall woman nearly six foot in her stockings and blended nicely with my six-two frame. Her hands, arms, and body showed the results of her training procedures. Everything was beautifully toned and proportioned, well rounded, and sculptured to perfection. She was a broad shouldered woman with beautiful large breasts a slim waist and well rounded hips and buttocks. Cora's skin was deeply sun tanned. She wore almost no makeup just a touch of lipstick and eye shadow and, as was her custom, no jewelry.
All this contrasted pleasantly with the blond sweep of her hair. The long flowing tresses were habitually drawn back smartly into a ponytail that swung casually back and forth many inches below the collar of her jacket. Along the sides her hair took on a lighter shade as the telltale signs of years past had begun to show. Cora didn't mind the many gray locks that were appearing and neither did I. Her radiant smile was easy to come by seeming to always be lurking just below the surface. It sprouted from the tiny crinkles in the outer corners of her blue-green eyes. Tonight she was wearing a navy blue skirt that ended several inches below her knees. Her matching jacket was worn over a long sleeved white silk blouse with two buttons left unfastened at her throat. For footwear she had chosen the open-toed style with two-inch heels and ankle strap fasteners. The shoes were color coordinated to offset the rest of her outfit. Cora was indeed a very attractive and appealing woman, to say the least.
We left the lounge just before midnight and headed for our car. Between the restaurant and the parking lot there were two large garden areas masterfully manicured and cared for. The area to the left of the lighted pathway was a water garden, to the right a standard cultivated area containing numerous plants and flowers that neither of us really knew too much about. It did, however, create a very beautiful scene, especially at night where the indirect and spot lighting of different colors and intensities made the view spectacular. The sounds of the piano in the lounge drifted faintly on the night air making a person want to stop, look, and listen.
We paused at the edge of the water garden and looked at the reflecting surface of the still pond. Snaking across its surface was a winding pathway of eighteen-inch stepping stones. These were fashioned from cylindrical columns fastened securely to the bottom so that only about a quarter of an inch of the pillar was above the surface. Stepping from stone to stone gave the fairy-tale impression that you were walking on water. All across the small lake were man-made islands containing various types of flora. All was quietly and tastefully lighted with some of the fixtures installed below the surface of the water. It was really quite beautiful and peaceful.
"Come on, Bob," she said and reaching for my hand stepped out onto the first of the stones.
We chose to ignore the warning sign, "Caution! Slippery when wet!" Moving along the stone path wasn't as difficult as it first seemed. The night was very warm, the fragrance of many flowers drifted on the still air, and the chirp, chipper, and creak of many night creatures accented the beauty of the setting.
"Look," Cora ordered as she pointed ahead of us. A large frog sat quietly on the third stone from us, and a moment later with a big splash he leaped into the pond.
Cora and I had delved into the wetlook experiences many times over the years. We both greatly enjoyed the stimulation of the wet clothing adventures. Here, in this beautiful setting, with this beautiful woman, I suddenly felt the excitement of the occasion as it crept over me. We were faced with several exciting possibilities. The secluded serenity of the still water was beckoning to us, inviting us, daring us to play. Deep in my groin I could feel a thrill of anticipation beginning to build. Without words Cora moved to the next stone.
"I wonder how deep it is?" Cora asked as she paused staring down into the glowing depths. We could see the concrete bottom of the pond where colored lights illuminated the area. Here and there pennies had been tossed into the water for good luck, but it was impossible to tell just how deep the pool was. I seized upon the opportunity quickly. "Why don't you jump in and find out," I suggested hopefully.
"Oh, sure, just like that," she laughed.
"Go on! I dare you!"
Cora hesitated for a long moment. "No!" She looked around carefully and shook her head. "No! I don't think so!"
"You go in, and I'll be right behind you," I promised.
"You're not kidding are you!" She replied. Her tone of voice creating a statement of fact rather than a question.
"No! Go on! I'll follow you!"
Cora didn't answer. Instead she turned slowly and again looked all around peering intently into the shadows. Apparently we were the only ones visiting the water garden. She took the strap of her shoulder pocket book and tied a knot in it shortening it measurably. Then she threaded one arm through the strap and pulled it over her head. Her purse was now slung tightly around her neck and behind her right shoulder. Without comment she reached for my steadying hand. As her fingers closed on mine she dipped her right toe and then her whole foot into the pond.
"It's not cold," she remarked raising her foot, allowing the water to dribble back into the pond from the open toe of her shoe. Then she double-checked.
"You're coming too?"
I tried to reassure her. "Sure! Yes! Go ahead!"
I watched as she gathered up her skirt with her free hand pulling it up nearly waist high. I caught a glimpse of the glossy white nylon of her slip before she reached down a second time and gathered it up as well. She then stooped cautiously, stretching her foot slowly toward the bottom while steadying herself on my arm. I watched excitedly as the water slowly rose above her ankle soaking her knee length nylon stocking.
"There we go," she declared as she finally touched the bottom. Cora immediately swung her other foot and leg into the water. She stood knee deep in the pond and motioned for me to join her. "OK! There I'm in! Come on, Bob, your turn!"
I transferred my billfold from my pants pocket to the inside pocket of my jacket. I looked around quickly and then stepped down into the cool water. It was a thrill to feel the way the wet fabric caressed my legs. My erection began to build in earnest.
"Oh, this is really nice," Cora said. "Let's just rest a while."
As she spoke she turned and backed up to the nearest concrete pillar with its top barely protruding above the surface. She pulled her skirt a little higher around her waist. I could see the white silk of her panties as she settled down carefully on the cold concrete surface. I joined her on the adjacent stone.
As I sat down I felt the water soak higher up the back of my legs almost to my butt. We didn't speak for a long interval. We just enjoyed the serene setting and the cool water drifting quietly around our legs. Then Cora started to swing her legs back and forth. Small ripples began to dance across the surface and then these grew slowly into little waves. I suddenly felt the shock of cool water across my buttocks and at about the same time Cora let out a startled, but quiet, "Woops!"
"What?" I asked.
"Too much splashing. I just got my butt soaked."
"Me too! And it's all your fault," I replied.
Cora laughed and kicked at the water again. "I've got my panties all wet," she complained half-heartedly.
"Feels good doesn't it." I answered.
"You know it does," she responded and with a quick motion of her arm splashed a big handful of water right up between her thighs into her straddle. She caught her breath. "Oooo, that feels so good," she whispered.
I watched as Cora began fidgeting and squirming. She held her skirt tightly with one hand while she wiggled and twisted pulling her slip under her bottom and back down over her legs. Then she casually splashed one handful of water after another across her thighs and belly soaking the sheer thin nylon completely. Her slip clung to her skin like glue appearing completely transparent as it hugged her form.
"Oh to Hell with it! she muttered suddenly and hopped down from the stone pillar into the knee deep water. She released her skirt letting it fall naturally into place with its hem now six inches below the surface.
Without hesitation she bent her knees lowering herself slowly into the depths. Her blue skirt billowed out as the trapped air tried to escape. Cora struggled repeatedly forcing her skirt back down into the pond.
The sleeves of her jacket took on a very dark blue tint, almost black, as the material became soaked nearly to her elbows. The water rose progressively up her legs, across her hips, and over her buttocks; but it stopped a couple of inches above her waistline as her knees touched bottom. The material of her skirt took on a deeper shade of blue, just like her jacket, as it gradually soaked up the wetness. Once her skirt was completely drenched she quickly stood back up. A cascade of water poured downward into the pond from her wet skirt leaving the sodden material tightly gripping her buttocks and thighs. "Come on, Bob, get wet," she pleaded and motioned for me to join her.
I did. The thrill of wet clothes clinging to my lower body was wonderful. We hugged and danced, french kissed and petted feeling the excitement building every moment. We wallowed and wrestled playfully in the pond. At one point Cora threw the front of her water spattered jacket open teasing me. The lower part of her blouse was wet and clinging while the upper area, protected somewhat by her jacket, was still quite dry. Her beautiful breasts slid gracefully beneath the sheer nylon as she twisted back and forth tormenting me with her beauty. With quick motions I splashed the front of her blouse to the point that all was visible. Cora threw her head back and laughed in sheer delight as her blouse sucked tightly down against her body. I could plainly see the lace border of her slip and the contour of her sheer bra as they clung maddeningly to the curves of her beautiful large breasts. The dark areas of her nipples were easily seen as they pressed firmly against the restraining layers of thin wet material.
By the time we reached the far side of the pond we were both adequately aroused. Cora had managed to keep her purse out of the water and somehow my billfold had also stayed dry. Other that those two items we appeared to be completely drenched. The three-mile drive home seemed to take forever, but at last we were there.
"Bed, or the shower?" Cora asked cautiously as I closed the front door. I thought for a minute. "Both," I answered. "But the shower first,"
"That sounds like fun!" she responded. With a teen-aged giggle and an exaggerated swing of her damp hips Cora led the way to the bath.
About twenty minutes of the warm deluge was all either of us could take. Slowly, one by one, sodden garments were peeled from wet bodies and tossed aside. At long last we were naked and finally in the warm confines of our bed. What followed should come as no surprise to anyone.
By Bob
Bonnie and I turned in early, about nine. It had been a long ride to reach the coast and we were very tired.
With day light savings time in effect it was just turning dark. Our beachfront motel had given us a twenty-dollar discount on our room. It seems that our air conditioner had broken down and couldn't be repaired until next week. We were glad to receive the cut-rate and figured we could put up with the hot weather without too much ado.
Maybe we were wrong. I woke up wet with sweat my boxer shorts damp and sticking to me. I flipped the thin sheet back and then noticed that Bonnie wasn't in the bed beside me. It was ten-thirty when I crawled out of the sack, pulled on my old jeans and T-shirt and headed for the door. I was barefoot, as everywhere outside there was nothing but sand, sand, and more sand.
The street lights and parking lot lights provided plenty of lighting for the whole area. The buildings stretching into the distance on either side of us added their glare to the scene as well. About a mile up the beach there was a large arcade and dance complex that was still going full tilt under its glaring lights. I could hear the faint strains of dance music even from this far away. The nearly full moon rode low in the sky behind the motel and would be dropping out of sight within the hour. I looked around for Bonnie. Between the motel and the beach proper there was a large gazebo. It looked like a person was sitting there. I approached and the individual materialized slowly. Dressed in her white silk pajamas, with light rays bouncing from the soft white garments, I found my Bonnie.
"Hi honey. Too hot for you too?" I greeted.
"Yea, really miserable. I don't know if it's worth saving twenty bucks or not."
"Oh, it'll cool off pretty soon."
"Hope so. I couldn't get to sleep at all."
"Come on, let's walk," I suggested.
Bonnie rose from her seat and started toward the steps leading to the beach, but then stopped. "No! I'd better not."
"What? Why not?" I inquired.
"I haven't got any underwear on under these PJs."
"So what?"
"So we might meet someone and these PJs are pretty revealing."
"Oh, come on! No one can see anything in this dim light."
It took several minutes of coaxing, but Bonnie finally agreed and fell in beside me as we strolled along the beach. The white silk of her PJs stood out boldly in the semi-darkness. The smooth soft sheer material drifted about her voluptuous body in a tantalizing manner. Her dark auburn hair, usually fashioned in a ponytail, hug free like a giant fan about half way down her back. Bonnie pulled her hair back from the sides of her face and twisted it all together. With no fastener it wouldn't stay long, but was out of the way for a while.
I angled slowly down the beach getting closer and closer to the thundering surf. In the distance we could see other couples walking the strand in the fading moonlight. We were walking on cool wet sand now and it felt refreshing beneath our feet. Bonnie and I both enjoyed the wet clothing fetish. We loved getting our clothes wet and this many times was the preamble to our most vigorous sexual encounters. I angled toward the breakers feeling the excitement building with every step. Suddenly Bonnie dropped my hand and took a step or two back up the sloping beach.
"Where you going?" I asked, puzzled.
"You're going to get wet if you keep going that way," she replied.
"Yes, I know! So what!"
"So I don't want to get wet."
"Since when?"
"Since right now!" she replied.
"Why not. What's wrong?"
"Bob, I can't get these PJs wet. Remember I haven't got anything on under them. I'd look stark naked."
"So what? You'd look real sexy, really great."
"So, someone would come along and catch me bigger than hell."
"It's dark enough. They couldn't see anything," I protested.
"Nope not tonight, not in these clothes. I'd really like to, but no, not tonight."
We walked along the beach. Bonnie was about ten yards above the reach of the waves while I waded deeper and deeper into the foam. It was a thrill to feel the sea-water flowing in and out of my jeans as I dared the waves time and time again. My boxer shorts were drenched and I had a pretty substantial erection going for me. My jeans and T-shirt were soaked and clinging like a second skin to my hungry body. What a wonderful experience I was having. But I was frustrated. My beautiful Bonnie wouldn't join me. She paced me along the beach staying out of harms way for the most part.
She had relented to the point that she was wading in the foaming remnants of the waves and the bottoms of her PJ legs were soaking wet and wrapped tight and see through against the calves of her legs. It was evident that she intended to go no deeper into the refreshing surf. An especially big wave almost knocked me down and I ran up the beach to Bonnie laughing excitedly.
"You're drenched!" she noted.
"Better believe it, Honey, feels great too."
"I bet it does," she remarked. "You sure do look sexy!" Bonnie stepped forward and kissed me briefly. Bonnie ended the kiss and glancing down at my clinging jeans coughed slightly. "Wow! You are excited aren't you?"
Before I could reply she gripped me by the shoulders and planted another warm kiss on my lips. A few seconds elapsed and then I felt her body press tightly against my manhood, but only for a second.
"Oh God you're soaked," she muttered and backed quickly away. "Damn! You've got me all wet." Bonnie brushed her hands back and forth against the belly of her PJs trying to wipe away the dampness. I couldn't see that the contact had done much damage yet she could obviously detect some wetness.
"Come on in with me. There's no one here," I pleaded.
"And look! The moon's going down!"
"Still too bright! Bob, someone would come along bigger than Hell and you know it. No way!" She hesitated for a long thoughtful minute. "Tell you what. I'll go back to the room and get dressed. I'll put on my jeans and T-shirt and come back and join you."
I turned and looked at the gazebo in the distance and the motel. "Oh just forget it. It's too darn far to go. There's always another day." I turned, disappointed, and started to move back down into the surf.
"What would I do if someone came along?" Bonnie asked sensing my displeasure.
"Just get deep in the water then they couldn't see anything," I answered. I caught the hint of surrender in her last question and felt my body begin to harden even more.
"Oh my God," Bonnie muttered and glancing right and left walked slowly down the beach toward me. I ran through the surf to her with my arms outstretched. She broke into a hearty laugh as we met and threw herself tightly into my arms.
"Oh!. Damn you anyway," she muttered her happy smile and dancing eyes contradicting her statement. "You're just too damned persistent!"
About this time a good-sized wave rumbled past burying us both almost waist deep. As it dropped away I caught my first glimpse of what Bonnie had been afraid of all along. The pants of her PJs were drenched and adhering tightly to every crease fold and curve of her beautiful body. I could easily make out the dark triangular shadow in her straddle and the folds of her body were plainly visible. The curve of her buttocks stood out firm and supple with the sheer silk of her PJs drawn tightly into the crevice between her cheeks
Her PJ top had soaked up enough water from my drenched T-shirt that it was completely see-through revealing her beautiful breasts. Her nipples were thrust outward hard and erect pressing excitedly against the sheer wet material. I pinched her gently just as another huge wave swallowed us. We went to our knees with this one and Bonnie arose completely drenched. We wandered back along the beach toward the motel always staying at least waist-deep in the surf. Two couples moved past us on the way. One well dressed couple carrying their shoes waded past us in ankle-deep water causing Bonnie to retreat quickly into the surging breakers.
They asked how the water was in passing. The couple proceeded quickly down the beach and when safely away from us plunged into the surf. The other people, I don't think, even saw us as they moved past walking arm in arm far above the reaching waves.
We finally reached a point parallel to the gazebo and seeing no persons in close proximity made a mad dash for the security of our motel room. As Bonnie ran beside me I realized that I was probably the luckiest man in the world, and I was quite sure of what lay ahead of us in the next hour or so.