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| If You Go Down To The Woods Today (Part One) |
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| If You Go Down To The Woods Today (Part One) |
Samantha rushed through the front door, throwing her keys on the table next to the phone. She had not felt this excited in years, but the thought of doing what she had seen on the Internet site earlier that day was driving her mad with anticipation.
It had been 4:00 p.m. when she had finished her work for the day, but as she had to stay until 4:30 p.m., she had decided to surf the net. She had been idling clicking on links when she came across one call WAM News. Curiously she clicked on it and was deluged with images of fully clothed Men and Women taking baths or rolling around in the mud. This had turned her on in a way that she had never felt before, and had ignited the idea that she might have to try this.
Running up the stairs she quickly undressed from her work clothes and started rummaging through her wardrobe looking for the right thing to wear. Finally, she settled on a pale green suit with matching skirt and a white cotton blouse. To add to this she choose a white satin bra with matching knickers and a pair of white hold ups. She dressed quickly her hands trembling with anticipation of what she was going to do. She had decided that she would go the whole hog and go out to a small river in the countryside, she knew the place well and was sure that no one would be there now.
She drove there, looking all around her as if every one was looking at her knowing what she was about to do. The town faded into countryside and Samantha started to relax again. Deep down she could feel something stirring again, a longing, an ache, she couldn't quite work it out, but she did notice that she was getting excited and damp.
Before she knew it she was there, parking the car she looked round to see if there was anyone around. It was quiet. The summer sun still quite high casting it's warmth down on her. She picked up the bag contain a towel and her change of clothes, then walked a short distance through the woods until she came to the river. She dropped her bag, and walked down the shallow incline to the waters edge. It was cool, clear and not very deep. She could feel it lapping against her ankles, which sent waves of shivers rocketing through her body. This sensation spurred her on to move further into the water. As the level slowly raised to her shin, she thought she saw someone moving the bushes, she stop and looked, but she could not see anyone. She shrugged and put it down to nerves.
In the bushes Tony crouched still looking at this beautiful woman, walking into the water fully clothed. At first, he did not know what she was doing but it soon became apparent to him that she was enjoying herself. Curiosity took hold of him; he wanted to see the outcome of this unexpected turn of events.
Growing in confidence and excited by the sensations, Samantha slowly lowered herself into the water, her green skirt turning almost black as the water soaked through it.
She lent back letting the water run through her blouse making it go transparent. As the coldness of the water against her skin made her nipples stand proud and hard, she revelled in the feeling of naughtiness, driving her into a frenzy. Her womanhood stimulated by the cold water could take it no more and she let a scream as the orgasm ripped through her body. Exhausted and still trembling from the pulses of her orgasm, she pulled herself out of the water and back to the bank, she took out the towel and undressed, drying herself and feeling the warmth of the sun against her naked body.
All this time Tony had watch in disbelief, his mind in turmoil. He wanted to go up to this woman and tell her that he thought she was the most beautiful creature on this planet, but that would mean that she would know that he had been spying on her and she might get angry with him. He decided he would not approach but would come back every day to see if she returned and then he would make his move.
End of Part One
If there is a part two I don't have it.
From Bravenet Forum
This is the story of my girlfriends initiation into the delights of wet, muddy and messy clothing.
I had been going out with her for about six months and liked her a lot but didn't feel she would be someone who would enjoy my particular fetish for wet women. Although she could pass as a 'Sharon' or 'Tracy' because of her long legs and her mass of curly honey blonde hair she was in fact a very refined girl who enjoyed wearing good quality clothes and in fact took great care to make sure she was always immaculate.
The first I realised that it might be possible to get her involved was at a summer party.
The garden party was at a large house in the country with a lovely swimming pool. Needless to say that as the party progressed and people got more and more drunk some people ended up in the swimming pool. I did not try to hide the fact that I was interested and in fact I was trying to work out how to get Christine, my girlfriend, into the water. I didn't succeed but I saw plenty of enjoyable sights.
That evening Christine mentioned about the party and people in the water and asked me if I enjoyed watching the women swimming fully clothed. I said I did and she grinned and said that maybe we could try something ourselves but nothing happened and I assumed that was it.
However I decided to try again when we were on holiday in Spain and I bought her a 'Tracy' outfit comprising of a white skimpy top, a white mini skirt, tiny white knickers and a pair of white high heels. I packed them in my bag so she wouldn't find them until we got to our villa and she was unpacking.
When she did find them I told her they were to wear when we went out for the evening and she wanted to go for a swim. She obviously understood what I meant as she didn't say anything more but put them away in a cupboard.
The end of our first week came and Christine had already got a lovely tan. We had already eaten and she suggested going out to a disco. I agreed and she went to change. When she reappeared she was wearing my outfit. She looked great and took delight in spinning round causing her skirt to fly out revealing her knickers.
We had a good time at the disco with Christine flashing her knickers all night long. We walked slowly back arm in arm and when we got to the pool near our villa she said she felt like a swim.
This was it! Would she enjoy herself? She walked over to the step ladder and slowly climbed down. She stopped as her shoes filled with water and again as her skirt touched but she actually let out a little cry as her knickers went in and then she swam a few strokes before climbing slowly out dripping with water. Her clothes were plastered to her body with her blouse letting her sun-browned tits to show through.
She said afterwards that the best bit was as her knickers touched the cool water but she'd enjoyed it all and wanted to do it again.
A few nights later we walked into town for a meal and afterwards Christine suggested walking back along the beach. She removed her shoes, the ones I'd bought her, before walking along the sand with the waves lapping her feet. As we got level with our villa she suggested we go for a swim and as soon as I agreed she slipped her shoes on and led me into the water. She was wearing a full, knee length, white dress which moulded itself to her body as it got wet. We waded out till we were nearly floating before returning to the shallow surf and lying down.
The next day she said that the trouble we had getting the dress off killed the mood a bit and so I suggested there was another way. When she asked me what that was I told her next time to wear the clothes I'd bought her. That very afternoon, as I was taking a shower, she came into the bathroom dressed in the same clothes and stepped under the shower with me.
Nothing more happened on holiday but she was a confirmed lover of wet clothing and I'll tell you more later.
One day I had to go out to Henderson which is a little ways south of town. Henderson is really growing and there are new housing subdivisions being built all over the place.
On the way there I noticed that there were several construction sites which had big water trucks raised up so I guess other trucks could come up and fill up.
The water truck had a big spout coming out of the back of it. It was about 4 or 5 inches wide and then has an elbow so the water will flow down and then there was a kind of canvas sleeve about 18 inches long that I guess was used so you wouldn't have to get what you were filling directly under the elbow.
After I left Henderson as I headed back home those water trucks seemed like they were calling my name. One was on the edges of a subdivision under construction a ways from the road and I was just barely able to catch a glimpse of a water truck. I thought this might be a good one to try so I turned off and kept my eyes open for people or cars on my way over to it.
When I got there I parked about 10 feet from the truck and sat in my car and kind of scoped out the area. It was about 5pm and it looked like everyone had left for the day but I was kind of looking for a security person or something. The only thing I saw was a construction trailer at the end of the road and I didn't see any cars or trucks around it.
The water truck was separated from some of the houses which looked completed by a wall and it looked pretty deserted all around so I got out of my car and walked over to the water trailer. I was wearing a black pleated mini skirt a black tee shirt under a button up black sweater and a pair of panties and a pair of black nylons and a pair of black heels.
I inspected the spigot on the trailer. It was kind of dripping a little and I tried to figure out how to make water come out. I saw a lever thing with a chain attached to both sides of it. I figured that to open it you would pull on one chain on one side of it and to close it you would pull on the chain on the other side.
I did one final look around to see if anyone was around and got up the nerve and stood under the spigot and pulled on one of the chains. I almost got knocked to the ground from the force of the water. I thought I'd just slightly open it put it didn't take much pressure and I had opened it full. Of course I was immediately soaked I had to back out of the deluge so I could clear my eyes to find the other chain.
I thought that at this rate I would empty the truck pretty quick. I found the other chain and pulled it but it didn't want to move so I pulled harder and finally got the stream controlled to something like about 5 garden hoses at once.
I was kind of dancing under the water and rubbing myself when I turned around and saw that there was a guy in the upstairs windows of one of the houses and he was staring at me. I decided I'd better leave so I turned around a couple of more times and then pulled the chain to shut off the water.
No matter how hard I tried I couldn't get it shut off more than a week garden hose. While I was struggling with it an old pickup truck slowly drove by so I figured the heck with that I'd better get out of there. I stood under the water one more time and walked over to my car.
As I was getting in I saw that the bottoms of my nylons and shoes had gotten covered with mud. I quickly walked back to the water and tried to stay out of the mud puddle that I'd made and stuck my foot under the still running water and then the other foot.
I felt pretty bad about how much water was still coming out but figured that I should go so I got in my car and took off without even thinking about how wet I was going to get my seats. Of course by the time that I got back home my seat was soaked but now that I was relieved that I hadn't been caught I realized how much fun it had been. I hadn't had much time to really enjoy the feeling of the water but the adrenaline rush really helped the enjoyment of the deed.
by Sue
At the end of the summer last year I had the opportunity to test the accidental damage clause on our home contents insurance. Alan was invited to a very lavish corporate party and it was suggested he invite his wife. I was very pleased to accompany him but had nothing suitable to wear so I suggested I buy an outfit which would be plain but elegant and would therefore be wearable for many occasions.
Alan was more than happy with that idea so I ended up buying a very smart black suit. The two piece suit comprised of a below the knee skirt which was reasonably tight and had a small split at the rear along with a single breasted, peplum waisted jacket which I felt made me look really good. So it should as it cost over two hundred pounds!
On the evening in question I borrowed a cream silk blouse from a friend and a pair of black suede high heels from another while the underwear was all my own, purchased for the occasion.
Alan wore a hired dark suit and together we both looked the part. A car had been laid on to collect us and I felt a million dollars as the chauffeur opened the door for me to get in. The dinner was superb with a beautiful meal washed down by some excellent wines. The fun started afterwards when we went out into the garden of the country club for the disco. This was round the pool and it was inevitable that somebody would end up in the water. Although I wouldn't have minded there was no way, given the cost of my clothes, so Alan and I stood and watched the festivities.
It wasn't long before the first girl went in and she certainly was not happy.
She was wearing a long white evening dress and matching shoes and she was dragged in by her partner screaming all the way. When she emerged her dress was a lot more transparent than it was originally and she stormed off towards the car park with her forlorn partner following her with apologies.
Soon there were quite a few couples swimming in the pool and I must admit to longing to join them but sense prevailed. Alan and I kept well back from the fun on purpose but that all changed when Alan went off to get another drink.
I had strayed near the pool and before I realised what was happening two strong virile men had picked me up and were carrying me in a horizontal position towards the steps. I screamed for them to stop but that only seemed to spur them on and down the steps we went.
As the inevitable happened I decided to enjoy it all and my whole body arched with excitement as I felt the water soak through my skirt and knickers to my bum. They stopped there very briefly but then continued and I felt the water flood over my pubes caressing the inside of my knickers with the cool water. As the water crept up over my stomach to my tits I felt a warmth in my groin mixed with the goosebumps everywhere else and this continued as my shoes sunk beneath the surface before they finally released me to sink below the water.
I felt mixed emotions as I swum around. Fear for the damage but elation for the water. Needless to say Alan was gob smacked when he returned with the drinks and helped me out as quickly as he could. He didn't know quite what to say but I told him not to worry and actually went back for another swim before getting into the car for the return journey; after all the damage was done. I don't think the chauffeur was too pleased with the state I was in even though I spread a bin liner over the seat before sitting down.
The next morning I counted the cost as the suit was ruined as were the shoes and the silk blouse. My satin undies would have survived the water but Alan ripped them off me that night as soon as we were in the house. Add to that the handbag, the cheque book, diary and all the other little bits in the bag and the total came to nearly five hundred pounds which we could ill afford so we tried to claim on the insurance. They paid up for everything except the undies which we decided not to claim for! The only thing we had to pay was a fifty pound excess and so we are tempted to try it again soon with something even more expensive!
Sue
Just had to tell this story!
I found this hotel which has an outdoor pool and Jacuzzi in the middle of the common grounds. The pool is fenced in with a room card key lock. There are no cameras to be seen to monitor any activities.
One evening my wife and I decided to go out for the evening for some dinner and a movie. She likes to dress up, and this evening she was wearing a white silk dress with lacy under things. She decided not wear a bra since it would be too uncomfortable as it was a warm evening. I was wearing a pair of Calvin Klein Jeans with my silky white Jockey briefs. These are new on the market, and do not have an open fly. I had on a white dress shit with a T-shirt underneath. We had a really enjoyable meal and went onto the movie theatre.
After the movie we decided to walk back to the hotel. The night was beautiful, full of stars, and a warm breeze was blowing. It must have been about 11:30pm when we got to the hotel. The night was still young, so we decided to walk around to keep the evening going. As we walked past the pool area we notice that the gate to the pool and Jacuzzi area was still open. We crept through the gate and settled down on the poolside chairs to relax and talk awhile. The only illumination was from the pool's underwater lights. This was a very peaceful place with a lot mature trees and well kept landscape. As we talked we became increasingly aware that we were the only people around, all the hotel rooms facing the pool had their windows closed with drapes. Some of the air conditioners were on providing the white noise in the background.
This was the life, peaceful, full of intimate conversation and a warm breeze. My wife decided to get up and walk over by the pool and feel the water. I just laid back and watched her not thinking anything but the night we had experienced. She sat down on the ledge of the pool and kicked off her shoes and decided to dangle her feet in the warm heated pool. I got up and went over to her and sat down and did the same.
The water was like a bath. As we continued our discussion sitting there by the pool, my wife decided to embrace me and kiss me behind my ear. I responded and we started to kiss softly and slowly keeping our embrace at hand. As we were kissing more intently, I felt her lean and pull our embrace in the direction of the pool. I did not resist as I was so intense in the romantic now passionate kissing that taking place. I felt the water slowly rising and engulfing my body as well as it was taking hold of my wife.
We both gasped as we entered the pool. I never realized how it felt to be in the water still embracing my wife and kissing as we took foothold of the bottom of the pool. We were both in the water up to our shoulders. She let go of our embrace and stepped back and dunked her self all the way under and came up to kiss me again. She was the most beautiful sight a husband could ever witness. Her dress became transparent, as did my shirt. We continued kissing holding each other getting very turned on by this spontaneous action. I decided to come out of the pool only to jump back in. The feeling of the cascading water was so fantastic as I got out. My wife decided to do the same. Boy, did she look great.
As she got out she stood there for a minute to allow me the pleasure of seeing her in her glory then she too jumped back in. We playfully swam around like we would normally as if we were not clothed. I never even thought about being in the water clothed as we continued. It was like it was natural or something.
We both decided to get out of the pool after about 45 minutes and go sit in the Jacuzzi for awhile. She walked in front of me and I could see her lacy transparent panties through her white dress. Of course not wearing a bra also heighten her appearance. By now I was to excited and uncomfortable. So I took off my jeans and left my silk white briefs on before we both entered the Jacuzzi. As we sat in the Jacuzzi, we continued kissing and caressing sometimes embracing each other feeling our wet clothed bodies next to each other.
From Bravenet
100 degrees! 100 degrees and I chose this day, of all days, to start my diet to end ALL diets. It consisted of exercise exercise and very little food that would please the palate. In other words: Rabbit food.
I started out 7 AM Saturday morning and already it was 90 degrees. By the time I had worked up a solid sweat I felt that the heat index must have been at least 110 and rising. I alternated taking quick sips from the water bottle strapped at my side to spritzing my face, hoping to feel cooler. Pretty soon I was out of water and dropped off at the nearest market to grab more.
Inside the Market it was cool and the water, mixed with sweat, on my shirt stuck to my chest making my white T-shirt feel like ice. I shivered as my nipples hardened. This made me strangely aroused and I crossed my arms over my chest and shivered as if the next ice age were at hand.
After I purchased my water, I got an idea. I left the store and headed west. It was close on to 7:45 and the thermometer outside the store had been at 98 degrees in the sun. I thought of how good a nice cool dip in the Lake would be and unconsciously picked up the pace of my jogging. It was not cool like it was in the supermarket and yet I felt my nipples harden again and smiled.
Not even stopping to undress, I jogged into the lake at the same pace I had when hurrying to it. Immediately my sneakers were drenched and began to slip off my feet. But I kept jogging till it was impossible to jog any more. My legs, covered only by a baggy pair or cut-offs seemed free in the cool lake and my t-shirt was clinging to my skin and bra. When my body up to my neck was soaking, I swam out to the middle of the Lake where a small dock floated. With little difficulty, I pulled my body out of the water and onto the dock and watched the water spill from my jeans and t-shirt. I noticed that BOTH my shoes were gone, lost at the bottom of the Lake and shrugged it off.
I laid down on my back and felt the wind gently across my body, making me shiver as it caressed my water-logged clothing. I again felt that arousal and imagined that the wind was a pair of hands caressing every inch of my wet body everywhere at once. The thought made my blood rush and I felt a warmth flood my genitals and I instinctively started to rub the crotch of my cut-offs. My pelvis arched to the touch and pretty soon I was within inches of an orgasm. My free hand clutched left breast as I cried out in pleasure.
I laid there stunned at the fact that I had had an orgasm without directly touching myself. I moved my legs luxuriously and felt the slickness between my thighs and moaned with satisfaction.
My clothing had begun to dry so I jumped back into the refreshing lake and swam to shore. There I was stuck. Shoeless and 5 miles from home I sat on the beach for a good 20 minutes before a family of four arrived with picnic baskets and swimsuits. The two children immediately ran for the water as I approached the the father and offered him 5 bucks to use his cellular phone for 2 minutes. A little bewildered, he waved away the money, handed me the phone and told me to take my time.
With as little explanation as was necessary, I persuaded my boyfriend to come and retrieve me from the Lake as soon as he finished his shower. I smiled, told him to hurry and hung up. I thanked the father and told them about my morning-minus my experiences on the dock-and waited for my boyfriend's car to arrive. He arrived a half an hour after I called him and by then I dry enough to have passed for having just been jogging, so I said nothing about my little swim in the Lake.
"What took you so long?" I asked.
"Well I thought since you were at the Lake we might as well have a picnic and a swim, so I brought your swim suit and lunch, he said, as he held up a cooler in one hand and my plain one piece swim-suit in the other. He held the latter out to me, which I took and tossed into the Lake immediately. "What did you do THAT for? And what the Hell have you been doing today?" he demanded.
I smiled, walked slowly up to him, grabbed his hand and walked to the water's edge. And then I SHOWED him what I had been up to all morning...
From the Bravenet Forum
Hi I'm wetdarb.
Part of this story is true and a small part is made up to make it more interesting.
wetdarb
This past weekend my girlfriend and I went to check out some hot tubs. We went to artistic pools and spa's. We have been saving up for a hot tub for about 4 years. Finally we were at our mark.
So we were off. I knew what I had planned when we got there, so I purposely wore a pair of jeans, my deck shoes, and a light cotton long sleeve shirt. My girlfriend wasn't aware of my plan and I told her we were going out to dinner afterwards, so she kinda got dressed up. She wore her black pumps, a really tight (but very nice) pair of blue jeans, and a red silk blouse. Over top she had her black suede jacket, while I wore my leather one.
We got to the store at 4:00pm, an hour before closing. I looked around for a bit till a saleswoman asked us if we needed some help. I told her what we were looking for and she showed us about four different models. What we were after was a 8 man tub. We just finished our deck, and that was what we had room for. Anyway we looked around for a little while longer. It was real close to closing time. Again the saleswoman came over to see if we had made up our minds. I told her that I would like to try a couple of them out. My girlfriend looked at me as if I were crazy. Maybe I was. The woman asked me if I was serious. I told her I definitely was. So she asked me if I had a swimsuit. I, of course, didn't. She told me that we wouldn't be able to try it out without a suit. So I told her we would take our "cash" elsewhere. Well that got her attention. She told us to wait.
She came back and told us it would be fine. My heart skipped a beat. I was so excited! Again my girlfriend looked at me weird.
I told her everything was going to be cool. So we walked around and I decided that I was going to do it. So I climbed up the ladder and put my foot in. Man it was nice. So I stuck my other one in. I thought for a moment to take my jacket off, then told myself to never mind. So in I went. The water was so refreshing!
Now came the hard part. Getting the girlfriend in too. She wasn't really into wetlook as much as I am but we often got wet together, but not in public. So I put on the full court press. I kept telling her how nice it was. I could see she wanted to get in with me, but she was hesitant because of the saleswoman being there too. But after 15 minutes of coaxing I talked her into it.
She went up the ladder. I couldn't help but get hard looking at her. She stuck her one foot in. I could see a smile come across her face. Then the other foot. Now she was in up to her ankles.
I asked her if it was nice, and her answer was yes very nice. So she slowly stepped a little more at a time until she stood on the bottom of the tub. Her jeans were soaked up to the pockets of her jeans. I told her to get all the way in. Moments later she did, and it was fantastic. Her red silk shirt clung to her breasts like glue. I could see out of the corner of my eye the saleswoman locking the doors. I guess they were closing. I stood up and went to get out when just then the saleswoman came over and asked me where I was going. I told her she had locked the doors and we should get going. She told me it was ok. So I sat back down. I turned to talk to my girlfriend and heard this small splash. It was the saleswoman stepping into the tub. Now this was a surprise.
She was wearing High heals, a knee length blue skirt, hose, a white silk blouse, and a blue matching jacket. She was hot too.
Now I had my girlfriend on one side of me and this hot young saleswoman on the other. Every man's dream. Needless to say we never did buy the hot tub, yet.
The woman asked me if we do this often, because it feels so nice. Especially in the crotch area. My girlfriend agreed. After about a half hour of talking and soaking I figured we should go. So we asked the saleswoman to come to dinner with us and we would discuss the possibilities of future wet experiences.
The made up part was the part where the saleswoman got in with us. The rest of the story is true, except the dinner part. My girlfriend and I went back to the house and spent some time with each other, intimately.
by WETDARB
Hi,
my name is Sharon.
I've been following this chatroom for a long time, but have never tried appending to it. I love getting my shoes and socks wet, and have done it privately for the past few years. I've only recently gotten the nerve to 'graduate' to getting my jeans wet after looking at lots of photos of women getting wet. But it's my shoes and socks that I really enjoy soaking. I started off with my mid-heel loafers, which continue to be my favorite shoes for getting wet. I also like leather shoe-booties since they're a little higher than regular shoes (but not has high as boots), making me feel a little more naughty when walking into water, walking into water that's just deep enough to start dribbling into my shoes and feeling my socks start to get wet (especially nice in a stream). I DON'T like getting wet in high-heeled pumps - there's little feeling to it, and wet nylons don't turn me on - but loafers and booties are great. I love the feeling of cool water hitting my socks and surrounding my toes, and I really love the feeling when my soaked leather shoes get saturated and soft. But since I'm really shy about my jean cuffs getting dark when wet, I've restricted my shoe-wetting activities to the tub, and parks with nice streams and few people.
A couple weeks ago I got daring and wanted to get my shoes and socks wet and walk in them for the rest of the day - and I enjoy the feeling of cool soaked leather on my feet. I put on a pair of dark black dress slacks and a nice top, black socks, and got into my black leather loafers (the kind with a 1 1/2 inch heel). I ran a cool bath with about 4-5 inches of water and carefully walked in. I got the fronts of my shoes wet at the back of the tub and then submerged them when walking in. Even though my pants got wet on the bottom (and were nice and shiny now), I didn't notice a water line when I got out of the tub. I squished around the apartment, had breakfast, told my girlfriend what I was doing, and by that time my shoes were really saturated, and the wet part of my pants looked okay. I went to work, walked around the green during lunch, knowing that my shoes were soaked, but didn't look it. I tried it with my higher-heeled loafers another time and almost broke my neck, so I won't do that again.
I also have a pair of brown shoe-boots that I love getting soaked (they're Aerosoles) - they start out really stiff when dry and get nice and soft when wet. I really love how they look when the brown leather turns dark from being soaked. I just got a pair of brown loafers like my black ones and am going to try getting wet in them next weekend. I'm hoping to wear the brown loafers with brown socks and my black pants, and go to this rocky stream area where I've gotten wet before. I jump on the rocks and eventually find a nice place to 'accidentally' slide off a rock and into the nice cool water. There's a little waterfall near by, and one time I walked across the top of the falls with short boots under my jeans ... Boy, that was nice. I don't like sandals - my shoes have to have closed toes and with heel-backs - getting wet with sandals on seems like cheating - the water doesn't stay in them.
I have to admit that I really enjoy getting my pants wet, but got cold and uncomfortable after getting my shirt wet. So a couple times I came home from work, took my shirt and bra and slipped into the bath with my shoes, socks and jeans on - much better. But last time I did that, someone rang the doorbell, and I practically had a heart attack because I was topless, my jeans and shoes were shiny-soaked, and didn't want to let anyone see me. Some day I'll try it again.
Sorry, I have no pictures. I haven't gotten the nerve to tell my boyfriend, but I think he'd be supportive. We once walked in pouring rain with raincoats and boots and the rain ran into our boots and got our feet wet - I later noticed that he was walking around with a hard-on, I smiled when I saw his bulge. We got back to the apartment, got out of our wet clothes, and had wonderful sex. But I didn't have the guts to tell him that I like getting wet even when it's not raining. Why am I so shy?
Anyway, I thought that since I really enjoy getting my shoes & booties wet, and sometimes even my jeans, I'd share with the folks on this forum. I kinda look at it as my way of returning the favor for allowing me to enjoy some of the pictures, even though I don't have pictures to share.
Sharon
It was inevitable I guess. She was my first love way back 20 years ago. We were teenagers. I was 16 and she was 15. She was the prettiest girl we knew. 5 foot 5 inches tall, long blonde hair, blue eyes and the best ass in town.. She always was very manipulative and had me wrapped around her finger but I did not care. We dated off and on for 10 years and finally lost touch.
I had seen her wet a few times. Once before our first date and kiss we were at a party after a softball game and she was wearing shorts and a izod shirt. She just jumped into the pool. It was a great site watching her emerge soaking wet. She did not have the biggest chest in the world but it was a handful and looked great with the shirt clinging to her.
She said "come in", I foolishly said no at the time. I would not make that mistake again.
After that I saw her get caught in the pouring rain a few times and once saw her swim with a bathing suit and a t-shirt over it. I loved her and I think she loved me, when she felt like it.
Anyway the years have past and we met at a reunion party of all our own friends. It was a warm summer night, about 75 degrees. I was dressed in blue jeans and a white polo shirt. She was dressed in blue jeans and a thin white top. I could see the light blue satin bra underneath. She still looked awesome at age 35. We kissed and hugged and began talking. Soon the party was an after thought as we caught up on the 12 years since we have seen each other. She had a house not too far away. As the party was over she said to me
"I have a little too much to drink, can you take me home?"
I said "No problem."
We arrived at the house and I could feel the sexual tension building. I was ready for anything. We stepped out to the back yard and there was a in ground pool with an adjoining hot tub. We sat down near the edge and removed our shoes and socks. We put our feet in the water. We talked and talked. I then sat behind her and started rubbing her neck and shoulders, just like I used to. She loved it, I slowly worked around to her breasts. She did not resist and turned around to kiss me. It was magical after all these years.
She then said
"I'm hot from all this kissing"
and got up and walked down the steps of the pool so that the water reached mid thigh on her jeans. I just stared.
"This feels so good. Its so warm."
Indeed the pool was warm, it was obviously heated and there was some steam rising from the surface as the night cooled. she went down off the steps into the pool. Her jeans were completely soaked and she was wet to the waist. I just watched and made small talk, trying to hid the bulge in my jeans.
She walked back out the water pouring from her jeans, they were shining as the light reflected off of them. I thought was I was in heaven right there.
She sat down next to me, the wet jeans formed a puddle around her ass. She was getting me wet and she knew it. I said
"I'm getting wet."
She said "Oh poor baby going to melt?" with a smile.
We kissed some more, she laid on top of me. Her wet jeans getting me more wet. After a few minutes of more kissing, she sat up put her feet back over the side and slid in the pool. The water soaked her just below her breasts.
"This is great," she said, "come in."
I looked at her, I wanted to and was going to I just wanted to hold out a little longer. She came over to me, reached out her hand and rubbed my jeans feeling the bulge. She said
"I knew you felt the same way."
She grabbed my hands and pulled and we were both in the water up to our waists. We kissed and then I walked to the shallow end. I just wanted to see her jeans shine again. It was magnificent. I picked up up and carried her. I slowly walked towards deeper water. I dunked her and we swam around laughing. The wet clothes felt great and looked great on her.
She then suggested the hot tub. We walked out of the pool. The water poured out of us. She was a sight, long blonde hair plastered down, the white top completely see through and those lovely wet jeans.
I said "you sure look great wet."
She said "me too".
We sat in the hot tub. the water has half over her breasts. I was a great feeling to feel the hotter water rush into our clothes again. We kissed and slowly undressed, we made love and got dressed again in the hot tub. we emerged soaking wet and we liked the look of each other so much we did it all over again.
It was a night I will never forget.
Thought I'd contribute a true story of mine!
It'sabout my girlfriend Julie.
Last summer was not so hot, but on the odd occasion, we had some real warm nights. Seeing as though we'd both finished university together, we we're lucky to be able to spend some time together at night when work had finished. Julie worked as a secretary for a clothing company in the local town and arrived at mine one evening in her work clothes.
Julie is 5ft 6ins tall with long blonde hair, long legs and very thin and sexy. When she arrived, she was wearing her office clothes. She had on a navy blue mini skirt with a white blouse and a navy jacket to match. Underneath she had on a pair of dark stockings, which matched her black thong. She wore no bra as she had the sort of breasts, which needed no support.
As she arrived, I greeted her with a loving kiss and sat her down on the couch while I made us some tea. After tea, she suggested that we do some exercise and suggested going running. She agreed but as we looked out of the window, the clouds began to open and we didn't feel like running. I suggested we go swimming and she agreed, so we collected our kit and drove to the swimming pool.
It was late and when we arrived, only the pool assistants were present. As we paid and went through the gates, Julie realised that she had picked up the wrong bag and left her kit at home. I suggested taking her back but she wasn't interested. "I'll take my jacket off to dry myself with and I'll swim in what I've got on now", she said to my amazement. My heart pounded at the thought as I went to the male changing room to change.
When I came though the foot-bath before entering the main pool area, Julie was stood waiting for me. She had removed her jacket but surprisingly, had kept everything else on. She had even walked though the foot-bath still wearing her blue stiletto heels. The bottoms of her stockings were now shiny and glistening.
"You know Marty, this is one of my most exciting fantasies to get wet with you, darling".
I was shocked.
We walked hand in hand to the steps and I jumped in. Julie took the steps. She began with her right foot and gently lowered herself until she was standing on the bottom of the pool. She was submerged up to her hips.
"I can feel my thong and my stockings caressing me in the water, Marty".
She took my hand and placed it on her crotch and I felt the warmth of her juices beneath her thong. We kissed passionately for a while before she said,
"Right, I've waited long enough. I've got to get fully wet. Will you dunk me, Marty?"
I smiled with amazement as I put my hand on her head and pushed her under. I was well and truly stood to attention!
As I pushed downwards, the bottom of her long blonde hair disappeared under the water and her tight blouse submerged too. As her head sank below the water, I too knelt down and gave her a passionate kiss. We both rose together. Her blouse was now completely transparent and her nipples were erect. She looked stunning. Her hair was plastered to her head too.
She smiled and said,
"You're a little happy, aren't you? I can tell from under the water."
As she said this, she placed her right hand under the water and took firm hold of my manhood. I was almost coming on the spot.
After a few minutes of intensity in the pool, she decided to climb out and jump back in. As she climbed out, she looked stunning. Her legs were glistening and her blouse was completely transparent and clung to her like a second skin. As she climbed up the steps, I caught a brief look of her wet pussy, which was glistening under her soaking wet thong. The lifeguard almost fell of his podium. As she jumped back in, we swam together down to the deep end of the pool and kissed passionately again before emerging from the pool. By now, my manhood was stood like it had never stood to attention before. Julie could sense this.
We walked hand in hand back to the exit. I was surprised when she came into the male shower area. I didn't realise she was behind me and was shocked when she pinched my bum and said,
"Make love to me, Marty."
I couldn't resist. I picked her up and took her into the shower where we made passionate love under the spray. Julie was still fully clothed and it gave me great pleasure to change this. We stayed there for about an hour making love on the shower floor. Julie was electric.
It was a real turn on for both of us and seeing her soaked to the skin in her suit drove me wild. Since then, we've experimented with many different wet sessions and are soon planning a messy one.
By chribbly
Thought I would share an incredibly lucky wetlook experience that occurred last night along a beach in Bournemouth, which is a holiday resort on the south coast of England. I was out walking with my wife and daughter who know nothing of my love of wet clothes so normally I would not be able to concentrate on any wetlook that presented itself.
However, last night I was really lucky on several counts, the first of which was noticing a girl standing in the sea up to her knees wearing a long white cotton skirt and a fitted short buttoned up jacket. She was standing facing the beach trying to get her partner to join her in the sea, which he seemed reluctant to do, idiot!!
As I said earlier we were walking along the promenade so I expected to be past this wonderful vision very soon and have to miss whatever happened next. I could not think of any excuse to stand and watch other than admitting I wanted to watch this girl get wet, not an option. I suppose walking backwards would have worked but would have looked slightly suspicious and have been dangerous.
Instant gloom, but then instant happiness as my daughter spotted a fish and chip shop on the promenade and declared she wanted a bag of chips (french fries). I was delighted and even offered to pay for them, so off she went leaving my wife and I standing on the promenade looking out to sea with a good view of the girl in the white skirt. She by then had persuaded her boyfriend to join her although he seemed more interested in not getting water on his trousers than on watching the vision in front of him, some people are fools!
They played around in the water with her doing most of the splashing because to me she desperately wanted to get wetter but did not want to be the instigator of this. At one point she waded out till she was waist deep and I started to be worried that my daughter would return to spoil my fun, but no there was still no sign of her.
The girl eventually came out of the water and started walking away from us in the direction we were walking so I now started hoping my daughter would return so might be able to catch her up to get a closer glimpse of the sight of the white skirt, now almost transparent and showing a white thong underneath. But in an instant I switched to hoping my daughter would not return as they turned around and started to walk towards us. I realised that we had been standing next to one of those beach showers with fresh water and she was heading for this, what had I done to deserve this I thought, but then the fear my daughter would return was heightened as this would mean I would have to walk off and miss what may happen.
The girl approached the shower, turned it on and proceeded to carefully direct it all over her sandy feet and the white skirt to wash the seawater out. I had a perfect view of all this from about ten feet away and was vaguely aware of my wife saying things like 'what did she want to go and get wet for' and 'she will ruin her clothes' but I was too engrossed to care.
She finished her shower and she and her boyfriend walked off and disappeared up a pathway just as my daughter returned with her chips moaning loudly about the queue and that they ran out just as she was being served, I of course said how sorry I was for her wait and continued my walk floating about six inches above the pavement.
I will never ever complain that I am an unlucky person again, the girl getting wet, my daughter being delayed and by chance standing next to the shower have got to be all the luck I am going to get this year.