(This story is soon to be posted on Joys of Wet Clothing page along with perhaps a picture (dry) of myself.)
Hello, I'm Julie. This is my first time to write of a wet experience. The story is true and may not be as exciting as some you've read. Well, perhaps that is because I don't live as an exciting a life as some of the others. I invite you to read this anyway, and e-mail any comments to juliejeans2000@yahoo.com.
I'm a single 20-something from the South. I've always enjoyed getting wet in clothes since I was a small child. There's just something about it that is fun, and that is what I want to write about.
One afternoon I had an errand to run in a town just over an hour from where I live. Being hot outside, I felt like playing around this day with water. So, I took a small cooler and placed in it a fully loaded spray bottle. Upon completing what I needed, I sat out in the parking lot and removed the bottle from the cooler.
I was wearing a red pullover shirt, blue denim jeans, and regular bra and panties. I was also wearing tennis shoes, but my feet don't get wet here. Rolling down the windows to give an excuse that I had no air conditioning, if I needed one later, I pointed the spray bottle toward my neck and pulled the trigger.
Now, I like to get wet slowly and unevenly, allowing the water to flow where it may. The water hit my neck and felt so refreshing. It trickled down to the rim of my t-shirt, and I could feel the fabric begin to absorb its moisture. Looking in the mirror, a little of red shirt was now darker than the other. Excited I began to drive around and pump.
Spraying my neck about five more time quickly, the water began to saturate the collar of my shirt, and roll down inside. It caressed my skin as it made its way downward. I could feel it run between my breast now.
The next area to be soaked were my shoulders. Holding the wheel with one hand, I sprayed first the left shoulder and then the right to the point of saturation. The fabric clung to my skin, and the water made its way in little streams to other parts of my body and shirt down below. I looked in the mirror and saw that the entire top of my red shirt was now shiny and wet completely across the top. Looking down, the shirt had little wet streaks around my belly and on the sides. My bra had also caught part of the rampage of the cascading liquid. The jeans were still spared to this point, but I knew that was about to change.
I pulled over to the outer edge of a parking area at a Family Dollar store and soaked my breast. The outline of the bra showed thru nicely. The excess quickly flowed down and the upper part of my jeans were down turning just a tad bit dark from the stream.
This was incredibly exciting for me. Looking around, I decided to go all the way before I headed home, which would give it time to dry a bit. With no one looking that I was aware of, I took the top off the spray bottle, raised up a notch, unzipped my jeans and poured water directly into my denims.
The coldness caused me to moan as it inundated my panties and ran down under my butt. It felt so incredibly good. I also finished off the bottom part of my t-shirt that still had dry areas. Now I was wet from my neck all the way down to near my knees solid. And there were wet areas on my bottom, as well.
Just about out of water, and fearing I had done enough for one day, I sat and admired my wet shirt, and the darkness of my wet jeans. The panties squished as I moved about. It was incredible fun.
So, I started for home with the windows down, allowing myself to air dry as I went, enjoying the moment and the feel. Upon arrival at my home, I was still damp, and since I live alone, the damp clothes stayed on me the rest of the evening until bedtime.
That's one of my stories. Sorry they don't have lurid sex or a display of human flesh, but that's me. I like to have fun getting wet, and may write some more. Just let me know what you think.
Julie
Juliejeans2000@yahoo.com
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Recently I had the incredible opportunity to get totally soaked in a dunk tank at a party. It was the first time I had ever been in a dunk tank, and the experience was wonderful. I'll try to keep it brief, and get to my experience quickly.
One of the people at work decided to host what she called a "silly" party, where the games we played would involve getting messy and wet. She said it was kid stuff, and would allow anybody who wanted to come the opportunity to play like a kid again. The woman told us to bring a change of clothes, for if we came we would not stay clean! That was the party for me.
Originally the party was supposed to have involved a swimming pool, but the location got changed. So the hostess brought in a dunk tank. At this party, there were nine people, including the hostess, who showed up. Most were married and had their spouses with them. I was alone. The hostess had invited another single guy over (I'll call him Mike in this story) for me to have someone to talk with. I think she was trying to play matchmaker. That's ok with me.
For the big event I decided to wear my long jeans, and a red, loose-fitting t-shirt. I was wearing underwear, but wore no socks, figuring I'd be barefoot in the dunk tank. To my big disappointment, no one else showed up in long pants. The others had on shorts. Some even wore tank tops.
We started out the party with simple, silly games to break the ice. During the "Simon Says" game, Mike had to put jello on his head, and I had to stick my feet in ice cream! That stuff was cold, too. Then it was dunk tank time!
The way the dunk tank game was played was by using an "Operation" kids game. In that, you try to remove an object from this patient without touching the sides and making his nose light up. In our game, if you removed the object you got throw three balls at the dunkee. If you touched the sides, you had to hit yourself in the face with a small whipped cream pie.
On the first try, I pulled the "butterflies in the stomach" out, and threw three balls. I hit only once, sending this already soaked man into the tank again. He was wearing an Atlanta Braves tank top and dark shorts. That's not much to get wet in, but he came up spitting and sputtering, and enjoying himself.
The second go around, I made sure I touched the sides. This allowed me to plow my face into a whipped cream pie. Never had I done that, and it was so much fun! The pie was cool to the touch, and sticky. At first I couldn't see, but I could hear the applause from the others. Part of it fell off my face onto my shirt. The hostess gave me a towel to remove most of it from my face.
Then it was my turn in the dunk tank. Mounting the board inside, I sat there nervously awaiting the incoming balls. My bare feet touched the water, and the cuff of my jeans was now getting wet. The thrill of a good public wetting was in me. A friend from work named Rachel removed the "Adam's Apple" and got to throw. Her first shot hit the mark, and I heard the bell. In the wink of an eye, it seemed, the seat came out from under me and I hit the water! Barely did I have time to hold my nose and playfully scream on the way down. The water felt fantastic. Instantly I was submerged. My jeans, shirt and underwear were immediately engulfed. Pulling myself down under completely, I opened my eyes and waived to everyone through the clear glass opening in the front of the tank.
There were people laughing and applauding.
Coming to the surface, I pulled myself up a bit and could feel the weight of my wet shirt pressing on my shoulders, and clinging to my body. With my hands, I raked the hair out of my eyes and let the water stream down my back. The seat was put back in place, and I pulled myself up out of the water for another round. The jeans felt like they weighed a ton, and I could feel and hear the water pouring off my body. Once back on the seat, I look down at my wet body. The shirt and jeans were rather shiny in the sun. I was kind of cool from the experience, despite the sun and warm temperatures. There I sat soaking wet in front of my friends, grinning from ear to ear, and it perfectly ok with everyone.
I got dunked a total of eight times before my time was up. After coming out of the tank, I was handed a towel, but barely used it. I walked back over to my friends in my saturated soaking wet condition. Some of them were wet, too, by now, and we just laughed about it. Someone told me I should have worn shorts, but I didn't think so.
Mike, too, got soaking wet in the tank. He wore an old shirt and shorts, as well. Actually everyone was wet before it was over. Then those who wanted to change did so, and we ate pizza outside. I did not change, and neither did Mike. I said it was hot and that this was a great way to stay cool. It was, too.
This was a terrific afternoon for me. It was wet play in the way it should be... fun and carefree. Hopefully there will be another party like it again one day.
E-mail me with comments at juliejeans2000@yahoo.com
(25-Aug-2001)
To my readers: If you are following all my stories, this story occurred between the dunk tank party, and Greg writing his version of the dunk tank party that is now posted.
Juliejeans2000@yahoo.com, and gregphone2001@yahoo.com.
One afternoon, shortly after the dunk tank party episode, I stopped by Greg's home out in the country. By this time Greg had discovered my wetlook passion, and had read the stories, but up to now he had never actually seen me wet, outside of that dunk tank party. That was about to change fast.
When I stopped by Greg's home, I did not intend to get wet. I had just gotten off work, wearing an orange, short-sleeve shirt, brown pants, and underneath I had on a bra and panties, as well as sheer panty hose. Greg knew I was coming and met me at the door. He had just gotten off work and was still in his uniform.
After touring the house, we walked out back to the pool area. It is an above ground pool, with a small deck on one side. Attached to the deck was a ladder that went down into the pool. Greg joked with me that here was some water for me to get wet in. I reached down over the side (we were still on the ground) and felt of the water. It was very inviting on this hot afternoon. I just smiled and laughed, but I felt electrified inside. This was not planned. I had no other clothes to wear. It was a long ways to my home. But I knew despite all this, I was going in. I wanted to know how Greg would react. If our new budding relationship was going to take off, I wanted to know if wet play would be a part of it. "Care if I go for a dip?" I casually asked. Greg just stopped and looked at me with a grin.
"Just like you are?" he asked.
"Yes, just like this," I replied giggling.
Greg just silently smiled as I walked toward the patio, and went up the steps. On top, I removed my shoes and walked over to the ladder. "You're really going for a dip all dressed, aren't you?" Greg asked. "You've read my stories," I replied, "so you ought to know that I don't mind it, and that I find this stuff fun."
With that I started down the ladder. My right foot hit the waters first, instantly soaking my hose around my foot. I let out a laugh and playful scream as I watch Greg while descending the ladder. He was just standing on the deck watching me and laughing a bit. My left foot entered the water and submerged down to the next ring on the ladder. Now more of my pants were also getting wet. With each step down, the water came up, and the fun was building for me. I could feel it coming up my pants legs, and could feel the fabric of my pants now flowing a bit in the open waters. Eventually it reached my panties and I was fully submerged down to my waist. I then just stepped off the ladder and let myself sink downward. The waters invaded the lower part of my shirt and came on up into my bra. Greg's pool was about five feet deep, so as short as I am, when I came to a stop, only my shoulders and head were out of the water.
Greg was crouched down on the edge of the deck. He was smiling, but to this point had not said a word. "Now if I REALLY want to have fun," I told him, "I would do this." With that said I held my nose and pulled myself under the water, emerging completely soaked from head to toe. I stood there in the pool looking at him fully dressed, and fully drenched. "This is what I call fun, Greg!" I shouted at him as I did a backstroke into the pool.
"You're nuts!" he replied back, while laughing. I stood back up at walked toward him. It was fantastic to feel my wet clothes on my body. Part of me was submerged, and part of me wasn't. I pulled myself out of the water and sat on the edge of the deck, looking up at Greg. My clothes just poured water out of them. The shirt was sticking to me like glue. You could see my white bra through it to a degree. All the creases in my pants were draining water, as well. My hose were saturated. I had my hair pulled back, and could feel the water running down my neck. It was an incredible turn-on for me, and I was hoping it was the same for Greg. We talked about it for a couple of minutes. I'll let Greg pick up the story from here.
When Julie pulled herself up out of my pool, I was still just shaking my head at what I had seen her do. She looked incredibly sexy to me all wet and shiny. There was none of her that wasn't dry. Julie told me this was just the way she liked to have fun occasionally. I told her that was ok with me. I also told her I wasn't sure if she had been really telling true stories up to now.
I had read all her stories, and was there at the dunk tank, but that was a party. Did
she really go to the car wash? Or ride around all wet? I knew she didn't mind playing
wet, but I kind of figured, too, that she was making some of this stuff up. I didn't
believe that she would really get into my pool without having old clothes on, or a backup
dry suit on hand. She proved me wrong. Damn, what a girl I had myself.
When I told her that, Julie just laughed and splashed water on me a bit. I told her
that I was just fine with this stuff, as long as it wasn't an obsession. She assured
me that it wasn't.
I invited Greg in, but he reminded me that neither of us had eaten yet. I
hadn't thought of that, and now I was in no real condition to go inside his home.
Greg went in and made us some sandwiches to eat on the patio. While he was inside, I took
the opportunity to swim a bit, and enjoy wearing clothes in front of someone who approved,
without thinking me too much of a nut.
When Greg came out, I got up out of the pool. My clothes felt like they weighed a ton all wet. I went over to the patio table and sat down, without toweling off, and in completely waterlogged clothes. Greg just laughed and asked me if the clothes felt good. I said they felt great.
After we ate, we both got in the pool this time. Greg wore his uniform (but barefoot), and we played water games in his pool. But first I did go over, put my arms around him, held him close and gave him some wet kisses. This is the first time I had been able to play like this in a pool with a guy. I thanked him for putting up with me. He said, no problem. We kissed, and held, and kissed some more. Then Greg said we'd better play ball, or whatever, before something else happened.
I just giggled, and agreed with him. Later we got out of the pool and just relaxed on his patio, allowing the warm evening air to dry us out. I went home all soggy still, with towels under me that Greg let me borrow. I am looking forward to being with this guy, both in dry fun, as well as wet fun. Also, I appreciate Greg for allowing me to relate this story. It is his private life, too, that I'm revealing here. I hope he enjoys reading about how I feel. Greg is a great guy, both in and out of the pool. Let us both know what you think. Thanks for reading.
Juliejeans2000@yahoo.com, or talk with Greg at gregphone2001@yahoo.com.
Julie Jeans
(8-Sep-2001)
Recently Greg asked me out on a date to a rather decent restaurant in Atlanta. The occasion called for more than casual clothes. I got out of class, came home and took a quick shower. It was in the shower that I got my kinky wet idea. Now Greg has been use to seeing me all wet. We have enjoyed his pool quite often, with me mainly in t-shirts and jeans. I stood in the shower all wet and naked, with my dress hanging on the inside bathroom door. I thought it would be kinky fun if I didn't dry off.
So, with the water still running out of the shower, I reached out and grabbed my bra and panties. My bra fit snugly against my body, with my nipples playing peek-a-boo through the white fabric. My panties absorbed much more of the moisture, being damp all over with wet spots in places. I giggled as I allowed my body to walk back into the water, soaking completely the front side of my panties, making them transparent. My bra was now soaked, too, and my breast were clearly visible through the fabric.
With a nervous shutter, I turned off the water and reached for my white pantyhose that slipped over my legs and panties. Standing in the puddles of the shower, and leaning against the wall, I picked up one wet leg and pulled the fabric over my skin. It instantly soaked it up. Pulling it up to my panties, I then put this leg down, allowing my hosed foot to stand in a puddle, drenching the bottom of the fabric. Then I pull the hosiery up my other leg, and over the panties. I now stood there with wet hose on, and a dripping midsection.
Not losing any time, I stepped out of the shower and immediately placed on my dark navy blue dress over my wet body. I could feel the water soaking big spots into the material, especially on my shoulders. I pulled my hair back and allowed moisture and liquid to run down my neck and onto my back.
Standing there in this position, I dried my hair, allowing the rest of me to stay wet. Then I applied my makeup, and awaited Greg. When he saw my hose, he knew I hadn't dried off out of the shower. He just gritted his teeth, shook his head, and laughed a bit.
By the time we got into Atlanta, I had dried off a bit more, but my panties were still pretty wet up front, and if you looked close, you could still see wet spots on my dress, and could see them pretty good on my hose. I walked right on into the restaurant as if I were perfectly dry. If people noticed, no one said anything. I think my openness to doing this is a result of Greg's acceptance of my weird fun, plus the fact that I've been writing stories about it now. The evening went pretty good. I enjoyed being wet (but not totally) and had a nice time with someone who accepted me for who I am. I won't tell all that Greg and I did, but I will say this relationship has really taken off in a good direction.
Tell me what you think. Juliejeans2000@yahoo.com.
Thanks for reading.
Julie, juliejeans2000@yahoo.com
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For any new readers, I'm Julie, a 21-year-old from the southern U.S. This is another true wet story that I'm sharing with forum readers. For a picture of me, and for my other stories, go to the Joys of Wet Clothing page... , then "Tales of the Dripping Wet"... , then "More Stories" at the bottom. That link will take you to all of it. You can e-mail me at juliejeans2000@yahoo.com with comments, pro or con. Thanks.
One of my e-mail pen pals recently asked me to get wet washing my car, and then write about it. I agreed. But I began wondering how to do this without being so obvious , since my driveway is open to all the neighbors.
I was coming back from work one afternoon following the e-mailing, when I passed a do-it-yourself car wash, and had a really kinky idea come to me. How about getting wet in the car wash itself? It's something I had never done.
On my way home, there is this car wash that sits perpendicular to the road on a small lot. It has eight stalls that face out to the back of a paint store on one side, and a row of rental sheds on the other. That would be very private, but I would risk being caught, too. Since I was in the kinky mood to do it, I asked myself, why not today? It was unplanned, but the thought of it was suddenly driving me to investigate.
When I pulled into the car wash, there were only three other cars present. None were in the last stall. I pulled into the last stall, sat there for a minute, and thought, "Am I crazy?" Yes, I was. And I was electrified enough to go for it.
My dress for the day was more casual than jeans. I had on light tan, straight-legged pants, a pink short-sleeve shirt, white bra and panties, and pantyhose. I was wearing open-toed shoes.
I took a quick look out both open ends, slipped off my shoes and exited the car. My feet stepped onto the cold, wet concrete flooring, and right into a puddle of water from a previous wash job. It saturated the hosiery on my feet immediately. I now felt committed to getting wet (and felt like I needed to BE committed), and walked over to the washer controls.
Placing 75 cents for three minutes worth of water, I picked up the nozzle and pulled the trigger. It blasted water out at the car. But this was too rough of water to spray on me. I then turned and placed the controls on "soft rinse," which reduced the pressure. Taking a swallow, and looking left and right, I then aimed the nozzle toward my feet and lower legs, and pulled the trigger again.
Instantly my pants were soaking. The light tan turned dark as the liquid saturated the fabric. The hosiery underneath was now sticking to my legs like a second skin. I couldn't help but giggle, and thought about what I would do if someone pulled up about now to wait for me to finish.
I quickly decided to finish the job on me, and then get to the car. I held my breath, pulled the trigger and ran the nozzle quickly up and down my front side. The coldness of the water was sobering. It felt so good though. My pants were now soaked completely through on the front side. So was my shirt. I could see the whiteness of my bra through the wet pink fabric. I was a dripping mess inside of just a few seconds.
Before turning to the car, I took the time to soak as much of the back of my legs and butt as I could. If I'm going to do this, I decided to just go all the way. When I was through, only the back of my shirt and my hair were not soaking.
With the remaining time, I turned the water power back up and blasted the car. After it's initial washing, I turned on the soap until the time ran out. Then I put more money for three more minutes to clean it up. All the while I'm standing and walking around in nearly completely soaking wet clothes. I could not believe what I was really doing, and still don't hardly as I think about it. It really felt terrific.
My hosiery and pants cuffs were now soaking up some suds, too. After washing the car, I still had some time left with the water. Turning the pressure down again, I placed my still-wet butt against the wet door, and felt more moisture seeping through. While doing this, I held up one leg at a time and rinsed my feet and lower legs off of any soap.
With the time out, I then got back in the car, and with no towels got the seat and floorboard wet.
Driving home, I wondered if anyone had seen me. Would I ever do it again? I don't know. I'd have to get up my nerve, and be in that eighth stall.
You may not believe my story. It is one of the wildest things I've done wet in the open public. I may do more request, if its fun. E-mail me with your responses at juliejeans2000@yahoo.com.
Last summer, Claire, a long-time family friend, decided to have a yard sale (or a garage sale, as it's also called). I went over to Claire's home to help her set up. She had all these boxes of clothes and other items sitting out on her patio deck, which was connected to her in-ground pool. It was hot and I found myself wanting in that water, but I was to skiddish to be so direct as to jump in.
My plan was when we got to the boxes closest to the pool, I would accidentally slip and fall in. When Claire wasn't looking, that's exactly what I did. I was wearing a summer type of dress - pink with flower designs on it. It went almost to my feet, and had straps on my shoulders. I also had on sandals. I waited until Claire went to pick up a box, and backed up to give her room to move. Since I was on the edge of the pool as it was, I knew I would fall in.
With one large SPLASH I hit that wonderful water, instantly soaking me all over. It felt fantastic.
I came up sputtering and trying to act surprised. Claire immediately began screaming and laughing. We both had a good laugh over it. As I got out of the pool, my clothes were just molding to my body. Water was pouring off me. It felt so good, especially in that heat.
Claire went and got a towel, and I just stood there giggling and enjoying wearing those wet clothes. I wiped my face and hair a bit with the towel, and told Claire over and over that it was ok. I insisted that we continue with the work, and told her that the sun and heat would dry me out.
We laughed a bit more, and she finally agreed. I spent the remainder of the afternoon in that wet dress, working to help set up a yard sale. By the time we were finished, much of my dress had dried out. That was a great wet day for me.
Julie
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