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Found this in my files. I
don't remember where it came from, but it makes interesting reading.
I arrived at the Club
about 10 PM and not expecting much fun till later, had a drink
and supper in the Bistro. I went out to the pool about 11 PM and
some of the youngsters were beginning to get boisterous. It
started with a group of fellows dressed only in jeans began
jumping and diving into the pool. After a while they decided
they wanted company and wandering around the edge of the pool,
found a few girls dressed in summer frocks, standing near the
edge of the pool and started pushing them Into the water.
I am sure girls had been waiting for this, as in spite of squeals of
protest, once in the water, they laughingly joined in the fun
and swam around in their dresses, enjoying themselves. One or
two In party frocks had not perhaps intended going in the pool,
but once in the water, laughed and joined in.
I saw a girl in a
lovely white silk trouser suit, led to the pools edge, by two
men. Her protests were feeble and she laughed as she was pushed
over the edge, feet first into the water, where she had a short
swim. As she climbed out, the clinging wet silk made her look
almost naked.
Meanwhile a few more fellows and girls
jumped in the pool. Two girls in jeans and silk blouses, walked
round to the far edge of the pool, took off their shoes and sat
on the edge with their feet In the water. The invitation was too
obvious, within a few minutes, 3 or 4 fellows came round and
threw both girls in the water, where they laughingly joined some
others.
Two girls in play-suits also sat on the edge with their
feet in the water but as no one seemed in a hurry to push them,
they gently let themselves slide down into the pool.
Most of the early girls in the pool were still there playing
around, sometimes getting out for a while to walk around, but then coming back and jumping into the water again.
About
12, I saw coming from a small party seated a little distance
away, three men urging a girl in a lovely long red satin evening
gown, towards the pool. When they arrived at the edge, she was
laughingly saying no, but offered little resistance and was
pushed feet first into the water. She stood there a moment
breast deep in the water and as the men walked away, she went
for a swim.
The lights in the pool clearly showed her long red
gown spread out behind her. She stayed in the water quite a
little while swimming and wading about talking to others, then
climbed out, her red silk gown clinging like a second skin.
Every now and again, any other girl walking within range of the pool
found herself being chased, caught and thrown in. They all loved It.
I was at a marina development looking at boats for sale when I noticed an older couple who were having trouble getting a smallish sail boat back on its trailer at the slipway. I think their wheels had strayed off the edge of the concrete slip.
Now, enter from the cafe, an older but well dressed (in my opinion) tall lady and what I assume was her hubby, who started helping the couple with the boat problem.
The well dressed lady had a tightish grey skirt to just above the knee and a gorgeous pair of black leather boots.
After a minute or so the husband waded in the water clothed almost waist deep. Whilst I'm not bi or gay I admit I found it exciting to see someone just do this.
Then to cap it off the lady still in her boots went in knee deep to help him tie a rope,she just didn't seem to care if she got wet!
I was getting very turned on now. My wife was with some friends involved in looking at small boats so I hung around watching. Next thing the smart lady waded deeper
almost deliberately wetting that lovely tight skirt to the waist. I am convinced both she and her husband were enjoying it!
After a bit of tugging the boat wheels on the trailer were free and out came the boat onto the slip.
The lady just casually waded out, her grey skirt so shiny and now a much darker shade then those black soaked boots were on dry land.
I was very close now and I could hear them squelching as she waked.
She sat down in the sun and unzipped her boots and drained them out, she also had dark stockings or tights on, all wet.
Her husband seemed interested in the wet boots helping her put them back on (wish it was me!!). I am sure they were both "into it" so to speak
and for me I was trying to conceal the classic unwanted bulge.
Was anyone from here that couple?
Why would someone soak probably relatively expensive boots deliberately unless into that?
I saw them again about half hour later sitting having a coffee her skirt now semi dry and those lovely boots looking a bit dull.
I bet when they got home they got wet in the shower together, well I like to imagine they did anyway!
This past weekend I went over to a friend of mine to see her new place.
Her condo was on ground level and her rear patio opened up to the pool.
Neither of us felt like going out because of all the events that had taken place.
We were just looking for a quiet evening. Anyway, I wore a pair of black Capri pants,
a khaki blouse and a pair of black wedge thong sandals.
My friend made us a couple of margaritas and then she said we could go out and sit by the pool.
We sat down on a couple of lounge chairs and stretched out and drank our margaritas.
We sat and chatted for a little while and then she stood up and complained about how hot and sticky it was and it really was very muggy.
She walked over to the side of the pool and bent down and started running her hand across the top of the water.
She turned around and said that she had always wanted to do something crazy like just jump into the pool with all of her clothes on.
She asked me if I would do it if she did it and I said that I would, but she was going to have to go in first.
She said she wanted to go change into something a little more interesting and then she walked inside to her apartment.
I remained outside and then I realized what I had just agreed to. Swim in my clothes?? I decided that I would do it because it would feel good.
A few minutes passed and then she walked out dressed in one of her very pretty sundresses and her clear platform sandals.
I asked her if she was going to wear her good dress into the pool and she casually said yes.
I just thought she would kick her sandals off, but she didn't. She walked right over and jumped in.
When she surfaced, she motioned for me to get in too. I got up and bent down to remove my sandals and she said "no",
and told me I had to wear my sandals in too.
I walked over to the pool and stood there and I told her I couldn't do it. She started teasing me and then she asked me if it would be different if she would push me in. I shrugged my shoulders and she
climbed up the ladder. The water just sheeted off of her body and she walked over and grabbed my hand. She then walked me over to the diving board and guided me onto it.
She walked me to the edge of the board and before I knew it, she pushed me in. I surfaced and I didn't realize how good wet clothes felt, but I felt like I was in heaven.
We swam around for about an hour and then got out. TOO BAD SUMMER IS OVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!1
It was a Wednesday night and I was bored online
surfing the Internet. While I was connected, I noticed one of my friends on ICQ.
She had been watching a video with one of her girl friends and was now on her
own. She had been drinking for a lot of the evening and was in a merry mood. It
was when I heard this that I suggested that we both have a little fun.
My
suggestion was that I came round to her place and we take a fully clothed bath
together. After half an hour of persuasion, she agreed. I grabbed my digital
camera and drove round to her house.
When I arrived at her house at
2am, I found that she was already dressed and running the bath. She looked
gorgeous in her cream floral dress, cream jacket, white stockings and burgundy
leather heels. I gave her a kiss and told her that we were going to have fun
tonight.
Once the bath was ready, she sat down on the sofa and I took
the first photo, completely dry and looking very elegant. Then we made our way
to the bathroom where I took a shot of her dipping her the toe of her shoe into the bubble
bath. Next, she got right in and knelt down in the water for picture 3. It was
then she began to get really wet when she sat down in the water, soaking her
dress and the bottom of her jacket.
She then lay back in the water to
get really nice and wet, her lovely long brown hair trailing in the water. After
a few more shots, I put the camera away and took a jug into the bathroom. She
laughed out loud when she saw it, but I filled the jug and slowly poured the
water over her shoulders and chest.
Well, she was having all the fun
when she turned to me and said, "Do you want to get in?" "Yep,"
I replied. As I had to drive home and didn't have a change of clothes, I took my
shoes and socks off and go in with her. "Nutbag" she said, as I sat
down in the water in my T-shirt and sweat pants. "Me? You're the one who
got in dressed first!" I replied. We then started splashing water at each
other, both of us getting wetter and wetter. We gave each other a friendly kiss
and finally got out, both of us in dripping wet clothes. I wrung out my clothes
as best I could as my friend went to find me a towel, still wearing her wet
clothes.
After I had dried myself off a little, we had a friendly hug,
squeezing our wet clothed bodies together and said goodnight.
When I
got home, I downloaded the pictures from my camera. They were great. I found
that my friend was also online so I sent the files across to her so that she
could see them.
All in all, we had a little bit of silly fun, which we
may do again at some point in the future.
Women in smart formal clothes, suits, hats, gloves, elegant shoes and jewellery. What a fine sight. The Hempleman-Adams family had won big on the lottery, really big and decided to throw a very special party to celebrate.
The invitation was intriguing. 'Dress as smart as you dare!' it said and underneath it added WAM BANG THANK YOU MAM.
My friend Angela looked at this invitation long and hard and remained perplexed. Then by chance that night they were showing the film 'The Three Stooges' on TV and all of a sudden
she exclaimed "I know what it is!! WAM - as in Wet and Messy - a wet and messy party".
Well, that's different! Knowing that she knew, I did not expect too much from her on the day - jeans and t-shirt maybe but she emerged from the bedroom wearing a smart suit, hat and gloves.
Her white blouse had a high collar and long sleeves. She wore her highest heels.
"Wow" I thought.
Arriving at the garden pary there were scores of elegant women expensively dressed in suits, hat and gloves. Total elegance.
Sarah Hempleman-Adams looked gorgeous in a crisp suit and blouse and broad-brimmed hat. Canapés were enjoyed and champagne drunk.
Our hostess came forward to the mike set up on a podium by the pool and thanked everyone for coming and for entering the spirit of the affair so well.
The elegant ladies stood nearby giggled. Sarah paused and then said
"Well ladies, you are all looking terrific and I can see you have gone to great trouble to look your very best today.
Some of you I know have bought brand new outfits especially for this occasion and as most of you ave guessed
it is our sole objective to ruin them all in the most fun ways imaginable"
Her husband came up at this point and slopped a full tin of blue emulsion paint down the front of her suit.
"Thanks" said Sarah, smiling at her husband as the paint poured down her stockings and over her shoes.
"Now everyone" she said "You will see on the tables lots of custard pies. Make full use of those".
At which point the husbands and boyfriends all picked up pies and slopped or wiped them all down the front of their partners' smart outfits.
Angela giggled when she saw I had picked up a pie.
"Unbutton your jacket dear", I said.
She did, revealing her pristine blouse. Splat. The pie slopped al over her bust.
"Hmm", said Angela, buttoning up her jacket again.
The pool was tempting but a group of superbly dressed ladies in formal attire were posing by the edge of the lake. Another lady had scooped up handsfull of mud in her gloved hands and had filled a blue plastic bucket.
"OK the game is this", she said, "if any of you girls use either the word 'yes' or 'no' you will get one item of clothing ruined by mud. Do you understand?"
The other ladies said "Yes, of course we do" in unison. And our bucket carrying lady got to work right away. Well not quite right away.
First she wiped her muddy gloves over her own pristine skirt before moving along the line - Sally's hat first, slop; then June's blouse, splat; Toni's skirt; Deborah's jacket; and finally Rachel's dress.
"This is fun" exclaimed June as she looked down on the handprints on the front of her blouse.
All the ladies then jumped in the swimming pool fully clothed. Others started slopping more custard pies over each other. Then all forty women posed happily for a very messy group photo and the affair was voted a great success!
I decided to give your dare a go although it is against my better judgment. If this seems a bit wordy its because you asked for 'colour'.
Besides, I want to keep a copy of this in my diary.
First, I went to the bathroom and began to fill the bath with the
hottest water I could bear. Then I went to my room and pulled out my blue work
outfit and a white blouse. Found some heels to wear and some stockings. I
changed and headed back to check on the bath. I hope you don't mind, but I
improvised a bit and took a bottle of white wine with me.
The bath
was full so I turned the taps off. I was thinking more of why you wanted me to
do this for you than I was about how silly I felt. But I put my feet into the
bath. Its damn slippery in heels I can tell you! Gradually I squatted down in
the water. It was hotter than I am used to but eventually I was sat in the
water.
My panties seemed to shrink around my cheeks as they absorbed the hot
water. After catching my breath I laid back so that I was laid out in tub with
water up to my shoulders. There were air bubbles all over the place for while
until the water penetrated my clothes.
The heat soaked right though the clothes and my muscles relaxed. I
started on a glass of wine at about this point. After a while I washed my hair
which filled the bath with shampoo suds. As I lay there watching the suds
disappear I felt the heat stored in the fabric soak into me. It was like those
massages where you get wrapped in hot towels. Very soothing. I could see my
feet at the end of the bath, and my skirt was waving around my legs. My jacket
had opened up and fallen open under my arms so I could see my blouse. My
breasts were visible through the wet cloth. My nipples were quite red with the
heat (and the wine). I ran my finger over my nipples so see how hard they felt.
(That's one of the perks of being a woman !) I sipped on some more wine and
thought that really someone should be here to watch me, just to add an element
of shame to it all. I had a picture in my head of you standing next to the bath
looking down at me. You were wearing a full suit and shiny black shoes. If you
had been there I would have splashed you good for getting me to do this!
It came time to get out so I held on to the rail as I stood up. (I am
sure you have never done this in heels!) Carefully I stepped out onto the bath
mat and stood there dripping. My skirt was clinging to my legs and my jacket
stuck to my back. They were still warm on my skin. I walked out to the lounge
and started the heater so I didn't catch a chill later. I went to the kitchen
and returned the wine glass. As I turned back out I saw the trail of water I was
leaving. I decided to go out on the balcony for a look. In the fresh breeze the
clothes started to chill off. My breasts developed goosebumps as the wind
cooled my blouse. The tingling warmed my cockles a bit. I looked at the city
traffic a few floors below and then headed back inside. As I walked my skirt
stuck to my thighs and rubbed me a bit.
I wandered around the house until I had dried off then I stripped
down and got into my nightie. It had been a strange experience.
Louise was quite impressed with her performance this evening. She had been practising for months to get
the ballet routine down pat with the girls, but always seemed to miss a step or two. This time she got it
right". Good thing too.
As she walked out the door, Mark saw her take a few deep breaths. He spoke to
her telling her how good her performance was. She thanked him. He casually handed her a Coke and said
"you deserve it".
With a smile she said "My name is Louise, and you are? I don't often accept drinks from guys I
don't know."
"Mark. I was just passing through the city when I saw there was a ballet performance playing. I
don't often get a chance to appreciate the arts as I am so busy. But I have to admire you performers who wear
those tights. Personal question, Do those things get hot?"
"Yeah!" Louise said as she pointed to her chest showing the sweat rolling down.
"Well I have to go now, I need a nice warm bath. It has been nice meeting you and thanks for the
Coke."
As she started to turn away Mark blurted "I hope you don't think this is too forward, but would you like
to come back to my place for a coffee, or another Coke? I have a nice indoor pool which would relax
those tense muscles."
She paused for a minute, looked back and said "Sure."
Mark opened the front door not knowing what was going to happen next. She said yes to jumping in the
pool, but one little thing pondered him. What was she going to wear? If she stripped off and jumped in, so
be it! But if she wore her leotards this would be great!!!
Mark walked over to the side room and turned
on the lights. "Go for your life. Yell out if you want another drink."
He started to walk out of the room
but Louise called to him "Stay". I thought we would chat for a while. I cant swim alone you
know."
She looked at him then the pool. She took off her jacked revealing her beautiful figure, grey leotards and
tights. She kicked off her shoes and took the first step into the pool. Her tights darkened up to her calf
then to her knees. Mark couldn't believe his eyes and his luck.
She said "I usually
don't do this, but I love to get my clothes wet. It is a little weird but I don't
care."
Mark stuttered "I understand!". She looked back at him and smiled. This meant she knew that he liked wet clothes too.
Louise decided she
should give a second performance. She stepped into the water till she was up to the crotch. She dipped
herself into the water and then took a few steps back. She turned to show Mark what the tights looked
like wet.
She stepped right into the water, the darkening grey spreading past her waist and up to her
bellybutton. Her long sleeves getting wet as well. She walked to the other end of the pool where it got
deeper. Every so often she would turn to give Mark a good view. When she could touch the bottom no
more, she completely submerged herself.
Louise swam back to Mark and sat on the stairs. Mark could see straight through the leotards to reveal
what a beautiful body she had. She stayed there while they chatted for two hours before deciding it was
time to go home. She told Mark she would be back tomorrow. As good as her word she did return.
The black blouse she was wearing was perfectly matched the complexion of the skin of her lovely face, and the brown color of her hair, shining like the silk, flowing over her shoulders...
Each time she moved her head, her hair cascaded over the collar of her blouse. Her outfit clung tightly to the shape of her body.
Her black jeans were enhanced with a belt, black too, and a touch of light was brought by the silvery buckle, just at the center, like the 8 white buttons closing the front of her blouse.
This evening, a strange idea had come into her mind. The weather was much too hot, and to cool down she wanted to try this thing that she had discovered on the web: wetlook...
She went to the bathroom, stood under the shower, and turned on the water. The liquid began to draw a nice cascade on her blouse,
saturating it quickly, making it shine in a nice way, and cling even tighter to her skin...
The dark color of the fabric, and the silvery highlights reflecting off it, were a nice effect... enhanced by the light glittering of the buttons.
She began to give her chest a soft massage, then, little by little, began to caress her body through the material of her blouse, moving her hands all over her chest.
Then she grabbed a bar of soap, and began to lather up all the front of her nice blouse. Quickly, the running soap produced a foamy path on the material, a deep contrast on its original black color,
added to the silvery reflects of the water...
She was soaping everything with energy and vivacity, what was shaking her chest, was moving her breasts, was making a sheen with the line of white buttons on her blouse.
Their contrasting color was easily capturing the look, but they were given a good soaping, just like the rest of her nice blouse, thoroughly.
So, its collar, shoulders, buttons line, sleeves and cuffs had repeated applications of the soap, with insistence, meticulously, and without any concession.
The intensity of her soaping was showing its results when the dark stuff was hidden by a foamy cloud of soap, with thousands reflections full of changing colors,
covering the line of buttons, hiding their white color and usual glittering.
This result was what she expected, so she stopped with the soap and began to rub her hands on each previously soaped part.
This was giving her some pleasure, because, at the same time, she was taking a shower, washing her blouse, looking it in each detail,
feeling beneath her hands each seams, each button, the doubled placket, each piece of material, increasing all the foam, giving a soft massage to her body, having some fun, relaxing...
She had some strange sensations when she took half a minute to behold her beloved blouse, totally covered in soap... She unbuttoned it, took it off to end its washing by hand
for the collar and armpits. Then, she put it on again, buttoned it and prepared to rinse it.= in the shower.
Quickly, her blouse was returning to its previous condition, with cleanliness, a good fragrance, and a cold temperature. The fabric of her blouse was looking like if the night
itself was a sweet outfit for her body... The wet black blouse was shining like an onyx stone...And again, the light was making a sheen with the line of white buttons on her blouse.
She walked out of her house, in the garden. The heat was the same but she was feeling a sweet fresh contact on her skin. In a few minutes, any memory of this clothed shower would have disappeared...
It was hot & sunny in the UK last weekend. I was lucky enough to witness an excellent wetting game I had never seen before.
It was all the better because the public paddling pool had scarcely any potential for getting properly wet, as the water depth varied
from only about 2 inches deep at one side to a maximum of about 6 inches deep at the other side.
Three teenagers arrived - a dark-haired girl wearing dark blue jeans and a black
tee-shirt; a girl with long straight blonde hair wearing tight medium blue jeans and a pale blue cotton vest top, and a brunette in knee-length black lycra shorts and a white
tee-shirt.
They all took off their shoes and the girls in jeans rolled them up to just above their knees and they went for a paddle. The usual game at this point, if you wanted to have fun and cool off,
would be to kick water at your friends and run very fast through the pool while splashing as much as possible.
However these girls had other ideas!
They decided to play a forfeit game. It involved doing a dance step routine they all knew (but not very well) in the pool.
The first one to make a mistake had to do a forfeit, which was to kneel down in the pool. As their rolled-up jeans came only just above their knees,
this meant that the bottom inch or two of their rolled-up jeans got wet. The blonde in tight medium blue jeans was the first to make a mistake and performed
her forfeit readily and with alacrity.
Then the dark-haired girl in jeans got a step wrong and she did her forfeit, getting the bottoms of her jeans wet,
and then the third girl.
And so the game continued, but by the time one of the girls made her second mistake, the forfeit was now to sit down in the pool (with your legs straight out in front - no bent knees allowed!).
Again it was the blonde in tight jeans who was the first to make her second error, and again she wasted no time in performing her forfeit properly,
in about 2 inches of water, getting her backside and all the way down the back of the legs of her jeans wet. Everyone had a good look and a laugh at her keyhole-shaped wet rear!
Again it continued, with all three girls doing the second forfeit.
The third forfeit was to lie down on your front, full length, in the water. However the water was quite cold as the pool had only recently been refilled,
and so they were not so good at doing their forfeit properly, as it was supposed to be done, as they had all done with the first and second forfeits.
They all managed to get the fronts of their jeans and lycra shorts completely wet, variously; the two brunettes by taking up press-up positions
(but not lying down completely flat) so as to get their jeans and shorts wet, but keeping their breasts just above the level of the water.
The blonde chose to achieve the same degree of wetting by sitting down in the deepest part of the pool, where the water was just deep enough to fully submerge her jeans.
The water completely covered the tops of her jean legs and reached up to above her waistband, getting the bottom of her blue cotton top wet.
I was impressed at how effectively this game got them so wet in a short time in so little depth of water. Also with how well they all knew the game and the forfeits - they must have done it before!
I should also perhaps mention that when I was sitting beside another deeper pool (about 18 inches deep), I was arrested by two (very wet) gentlemen pointing large
soaker guns at me and told to proceed into the pool, or suffer the consequences. I did as I was told!
My name is Susan
and I have just had my first venture into wet clothing and I'm already
a fan. Nothing can match the feeling as the water soaks slowly through
your clothes and reaches all parts of your body. It also seems to stimulate
the male including my husband. I'll tell you how I was initiated.
We'd been invited to a party at a friends house. I always wear glamorous
or slinky clothes and this time was no exception. I wore a fine, silky,
two piece outfit comprising of a lightweight jacket and very full, wrap
over, knee length skirt both in a bright red. Under the jacket I wore
a white silk blouse with a large bow at the neck. My underwear was white
silk with tan stockings. I always wear stockings as I can't feel glamorous
in tights and I also like giving the odd flash of the tops hence the wrap
over skirt. To finish off I wore matching red stilettos and a small white
evening bag.
The party was a great success and was held round a large indoor pool.
Needless to say as the drink took effect somebody was thrown in the pool
to great laughter. He climbed out and grabbed his girlfriend before jumping
back in again. As they surfaced it was very obvious his girlfriend had
no bra on but she didn't seem to mind and swam around in the pool making
no effort to get out.
A couple of fellows joined them in the pool attracted by the girls transparent
dress. I noticed that quite a few people were looking at the pool and
the girl beside me kicked off her shoes, removed her watch and dived in.
Her dress floated up revealing her knickers but she didn't mind as she
probably showed off more on holiday anyway. Then some of the men started
trying to throw in some of the girls and the one's who wanted to go in
let themselves be caught and the one's who didn't hung back away from
the pool. Although I secretly fancied going in the pool I didn't think
it would be 'proper' and so hung back. Most of the girls made it fairly
obvious they wanted to be thrown in as they had already removed their
shoes before being caught although one woman went in wearing all her clothes
including a very expensive looking leather skirt.
What decided me was when my husband took of his jacket and shoes and joined
everyone in the pool. I realised I couldn't make it obvious I wanted to
go in so I couldn't remove my shoes but in my mind I thought that would
have been cheating so I strolled past the men slowly and sure enough they
grabbed me. Two of them grabbed my shoulders and two grabbed my legs and
swung me over the pool. As they did so my skirt fell open and one of the
men shouted out that I was wearing stockings. My heart was beating wildly
as they swung me and as they released me I think I stopped breathing.
As I entered the water I could feel it soak into my clothes and it was
wonderful. I swam around before climbing out up the steps and again I
felt a lovely feeling as the water slowly drained out of my knickers.
I looked up and in front of me was a mirror and I noticed the effect the
water was having on my clothes but even better was the fact that my skirt
was stuck up my side revealing my white panties which were totally transparent.
I pretended not to notice as I looked around and then walked off to get
changed with my shoes making lovely slurping noises. I took some time
peeling off my clothes and reveling in the fun I'd had before putting
on one of the beach robes our host had provided and returning to watch
the rest of the fun.
