Last Saturday evening I got a call from a girl friend of my asking me would I like to meet up for a few drinks in the local pub. I had nothing better planned and an evening with the girls would be fun. As always happens when I go out locally I think about the weather. We've had some very heavy rain in the last few days and weeks and I thought it would be a nice end to the evening if I had to walk home in the rain. The forecast was for rain but it wasn't specific about when. I decided to dress appropriately just in case. I wore black jeans and boots, a tight fitting low cut yellow top, thin bra and a light leather jacket. I looked very respectable.
As I walked to the pub the sky was clear and it wasn't too cold considering it was march. I looked longingly at all the puddles I passed thinking that if it didn't rain I could still get a little bit wet on the way home.
When I arrived in the pub my friends were already there I had a good three hours of girlie chat. As it came near time to leave one of my friends invited us all back to her place for a bottle of wine. We went outside, it wasn't raining. She lives about a 5 minute walk from the pub so we decided what the hell-we can have a lie in tomorrow.
The party ended at 4.30am and we all decided to go our separate ways. By this time the village was deserted and not even cars were passing through it. I don't care what anyone says getting wet is always best when you're slightly drunk and my head was buzzing from the wine! I stepped in every puddle I passed and even jumped in a few but didn't get really wet.
I had one option I'd thought about previously but only when I was drunk did it seem like a good idea. As I mentioned there has been a lot of rain lately and one of the fields had gotten waterlogged and formed a large lake. It was probably only 4 inches deep at most but it would do.
Having a quick look around I climbed over a gate and headed for the puddle, keeping in by the hedge so I wouldn't be seen. I hadn't been down this way before so I didn't know what to expect. I'd planned to slowly walk thought the lake/puddle to see how deep it was and then start splashing around. As I got closer I could hear the ground starting to squelch beneath my boots. Soon water was soaking into them and the bottoms of my jeans were wet. The water reached 6 inches, just enough to get over the top of my boots and into my socks.
I soon saw why the field had flooded. A stream had been feeding in that direction but was heavily swollen from all the rain. This was too good to miss.
I couldn't get at the stream from the puddle as a farmer had put an electric fence in place and you don't want to touch that if you can help it.
I backtracked a little bit until I could get under the fence easily. I went as far upstream as I could, only about 50 feet and stepped in.
As soon as I stepped into the stream the water level rose to my knees. As I splashed my way carefully downstream the water level rose until it was just at mid thigh level . This was as deep as I had ever been with my clothes on. I stood there for a minute feeling the cold water on my legs and enjoying the tug of the current against my jeans. I climbed up the stream bank, out of the water relishing the feeling of a torrent of water spill out of my clothes. I could see the shine from my black jeans and it only encouraged me to do it again.
I didn't particularly want to get my leather jacket wet or muddy so I took it off and left it on the bank. The cold had certainly brought out the best of my breasts. The nipples were poking sharply through my bra and top. I gave them a quick squeeze and sloshed back to my starting point. This time I jumped from the bank into the shallow stream. A huge amount of water leapt up at me, soaking my bum and back. I made my way towards the deeper water at a faster rate this time getting more of my jeans and some of my top wet. Unfortunately as I was going I stood on a loose rock under the water which completely threw me off balance and I fell sideways onto the bank. Of course since I was sideways the water now came up to my breasts and soaked them completely. I stood up as quickly as I could and once again felt the water run off me.
I'd come this far so I had to go for the completely soaked look and I saw my opportunity. To get back into the field I could duck under the electric fence. Of course this would mean that everything from the neck down would get wet but so be it. I stopped at the fence with the water level just touching my bum. I don't like having my head going under the water so I ducked down vertically and slipped under the fence. Yep-everything got wet. As I stood up my soaked clothes clung to me, my top and bra may as well not have been there - everything was on show.
As I started to splash my way home I realised I'd left my jacket on the bank, there was nothing else for it but go back the way I came and once again I ducked under the fence. I put the jacket on and thought, well ok, if it only gets wet that'll be ok. For a third time I dipped under the electric fence. When I stood up the weight of the jacket was about three times normal as water was pouring out everywhere and I was sure people could hear me. I quickly splashed my way out of the field and towards home thinking how good the wet clothers felt.
Not a bad night out after all....
Originally on Bravenet Forum
Sandy was house sitting for her boss and her husband while they were away on a week-long cruise along the Mexican coastline. Although it was nice to be on her own for a bit, the evenings were rather boring. Her boss' home was in a newly developed portion of town. In fact, the home was one of the first to be occupied - the neighboring houses still were on the market, so the neighborhood was quiet and peaceful at night.
Still, her house-sitting duties were rather straightforward: water the plants, feed the fish, and make sure the dogs come in at night. Simple. This week in particular had been rather humid, however. Although she had been told to take free reign of the house, she tried to be conscientious about keeping the air conditioning on at night. Instead, she would open up the windows for ventilation and turn on every fan she could find.
Night-time came, and by two in the morning, she still could not get any rest. She tried reading, watching television, but none of that seemed to help her get comfortable.
On this evening, Sandy was wearing a purple cotton tank top with a bare midriff and pink spaghetti straps, as well as a matching pair of purple cotton panties.
Lying there on the bed in the guest room, she noticed a sweet smell in the air - a combination of the humidity and that of her own perspiration. She just could not to get to sleep.
Sandy sat up to glance out the window, her eyes stopping at the pool in the backyard. Her boss and her husband had yet to use it since they moved in, but Sandy took full advantage of such an oasis over the past couple days. She thought that perhaps she'd take go downstairs and have one more look around the house before she'd come back to bed and attempt to fall asleep once more.
Once she had arrived downstairs, she opened the sliding glass door, and admired the ripple of the water's surface as a gentle breeze blew through the backyard. Sandy walked over to the pool's edge, knelt down, and brushed her hand along the surface - it felt just like bathwater. The thought of taking a little dip sounded so refreshing and inviting, but she didn't quite feel like walking all the way back upstairs to fetch her swimsuit.
Instantaneously, she felt her heart begin to race and didn't quite understand why. She sat down on the pool's edge and lowered her legs in, occasionally lifting them out of the water to run off them. Sandy glanced down at her chest and noticed her nipples straining against the thin cotton material of her tank top. Scooping some water with a cupped hand, Sandy let a few drops splash on her right thigh, letting the water run off as she spilled a bit more over the waistband of her panties, leaning back a bit more to pour the remaining handful onto her stomach. She felt the dampness on her tummy, and then ran her hand up her tank top a bit to gently brush the underside of her left breast.
Sandy pulled her legs out of the pool and stood up on the pool's edge. Walking along the poolside towards the steps, her heart continued to pound uncontrollably. She'd never swam in anything but a swimsuit before, but the thought of going for a dip in what she had on seemed so naughty and exciting. Once she reached the steps, she walked down them until the water line was to her upper thighs. Pausing for a moment, she bit the corner of her lip; Sandy stepped down until her panties were submerged. Relishing the warmth of the pool, she brushed the water's surface with the tips of her fingers as she walked deeper and deeper - until she was at the point where the hemline of her tank top began to absorb the water.
She took two rather small handfuls of water and began to caress her breasts. She began to notice how thin the tank top she was wearing really was - her nipples straining even harder against the material. Taking a breath, Sandy pushed forward off the floor of the pool, and submerged herself completely. Remaining underwater, she swam towards the light at the opposite end of the pool and then pulled herself out of the water. She sat herself up on the pool's edge, her feet still dangling in the water. It was at this point, that she began to feel totally and helplessly erotic. Admiring her body, she savored the sight of her tank top completely plastered to her breasts. The purple tank top glistened in the moonlight as she noticed the dark areola of her nipples showing completely through the fabric.
Sandy then got up and made her way to the diving board, the straps of her tank top sliding off her shoulders. She dove in, and then once underwater, she brought her arms to her sides to allow the straps to be pulled down even more from the force of the dive. A few small bubbles emerged from her mouth as she moaned silently to herself - feeing her breasts slide gently against her tank top and then out. When she surfaced, Sandy paddled over to the steps, and sat down on one and began to caress and feel and touch every part of her body. Rubbing her panties, she felt an intense eruption of an orgasm - stronger than she had ever felt in recent memory. When she finally settled down, Sandy lay there for a moment, in utter disbelief of what she had just done. It was exciting and intense, and her head swirled with the idea that she had discovered something so completely exciting and naughty at the same time. She pulled her body out of the pool and began walking towards the house, relishing in the wet tank top against her skin as she pulled it back on. She was definitely going to sleep like a baby tonight.
Author: wetimer
I finished up at the office, and took a look out the window. It had been really hot for the last few days, and thunderstorms were predicted. Sure enough, the sky had gone prematurely dark and I could feel a certain heaviness in the air.
Excellent, I thought. I changed out of my suit, and put on the clothes that I came to work in: Blue linen trousers, and a white t-shirt. Of course, I hadn't brought an umbrella. I had been looking forward to being "caught out" by the weather for days.
I left the office, and began my walk home, which normally takes about half an hour. I began walking, and sure enough, a few big heavy drops started plonking out the sky. At this stage, I was starting to get turned on just with the anticipation. As I walked I passed other people, scurrying back and forth, and some of then caught my eye. I wondered which of them were looking forward to the rain, and which were dreading it! As I work in the city I passed so many good looking women, all dressed to the nines, and the thought of them all being soaked just turned me on even more.
Then, without any warning at all, the heavens opened, and all the rain fell, as if in one go. Instantly the shoulders of my t-shirt went see-thru and I instinctively started to run. The tops of my thighs were soaked. Then I remembered "Hey - this is what you really want after all" and I smiled and slowed to a walk.
Around me, various people were running, or trying to take shelter under doorways, but some, like me, just kept on strolling. As I walked on, the water ran down my back and front, and within about 20 seconds I could feel the water running through my briefs and around my dick, which, by this time, was rock hard. Within another 30 seconds I was entirely soaked - looking like I just got out of a pool.
A business woman wearing a black suit and white blouse looked out at me from beneath a bus shelter. Her blouse was sticking to her front and she wrapped her suit jacket tightly round her to protect her modesty. She smiled at me with a look of resigned sympathy on her face. I smiled back, although I was bright red - I'm sure she could see my erection through the thin material of my trousers.
Anyway, I carried on walking enjoying the look of everyone else, and the feel of the fabric swishing against my skin, and I noticed that the people started thinning out. And then, suddenly, and without any notice, I discovered that I was walking in synch with someone else. I looked around, and noticed that this girl who was walking beside me. She was about 5'10", olive colour skin and shoulder length black hair, which was plastered to her head with the rainwater. However, I didn't notice any of that until later. What I noticed first of all was what she was wearing, which was high heeled sandals, a white cotton pleated mini skirt and a black top. Her top was made of some synthetic material and was clearly very thin because the whole thing was clinging to her, and I could clearly see the shape of her bra underneath. Her skirt, meanwhile, was only thin, and as she walked, it basically revealed various parts of her flesh through the material. My gob must have hit the floor, because the next thing I knew was I heard the words:
"Hi. Like what you see?" floating through the air!
I quickly pulled myself together, and realised that I had been staring. What could I say? She was being so up-front about it! Most girls would have acted at least a bit coy at the attention, or would have tried to put me off.
"Yes" was all I managed. "Er. You're wet."
"Hi" she said. "I'm Nicole" and put her hand out for me to shake.
I introduced myself too and she explained that she had chosen to leave her jacket at work, rather than have it ruined by the rain.
"Actually, I really enjoy being out in the rain." Again, completely forward!
"Me too" I said.
"I know."
"How?"
"Let's see" she said. "Partly its the fact that you're grinning like a Cheshire cat, and partly its that" and with that, she pointed at my crotch.
I hadn't noticed, but my wet clothes were tight enough around my bulge that it was plainly visible for anyone who cared to notice such things. And she cared to notice.
"Oh." I could feel myself going red.
"Its ok," she said. "Wet clothes turn you on? Me too."
"Really?"
"Yes. It took me ages to come to terms with, but then when I did, I suddenly realised that I wasn't alone. Once I 'came out' so to speak, I found it easy to spot others who liked it too, and you are clearly one of those."
We continued to chat, and I discovered that the place she lived was on my way home. It turned out that she had inherited a fortune and lived in a really nice apartment block. She told me that the reason she had bought this one in particular was because there is a swimming pool and jacuzzi in the basement, and there were only 4 apartments in the block, which meant that it was very rare to see anyone else in there.
"Do you want to take a look? We could even go for a swim - you're wet enough already!" she added.
Five minutes later and we she was showing me round her apartment. We eventually ended up back in the living room facing each other, and I think we were both struggling for something to say. She took a step towards me, and I instinctively held her face in my hands and kissed her. My instinct was right, and she returned the kiss.
"So what about that swim then?" she said.
"Really? I wasn't sure if you were joking or not," I said.
"Well why not? You really are dripping on my carpet. Let me just change though."
"Change? That's not fair, for a whole range of reasons. I haven't got anything to change into, and I thought you said you liked wet clothes anyway" I protested.
"Who said I was going to change into swimwear?" Nicole said and disappeared into her bedroom with a sly grin. She came out a moment later, and I thought she was wearing the same clothes as before, and I was about to protest, when she explained that the difference was that now she was not wearing a bra! She took my hand and led me down to the swimming pool.
On the way down she explained to me that there are only 4 apartments in the block (she really had inherited a LOT of money) and that as far as she knew, she was the only one who ever used the pool with any frequency. When we got to the pool, we both stood for a minute, looking at it, then she said,
"Well, go on then, what are you waiting for?"
"I feel a bit nervous," I said. "What if someone sees us?"
"No-one's going to see us," she reassured me. "Besides, if they do, we'll just tell them the truth: We got caught in the rain, and decided to go for a swim!"
I walked up to the edge of the pool and wondered how I was going to get in, when the decision was suddenly made for me. I felt a pair of hands on my hips, then a push, and then, as if in slow motion, I fell in. Even though the fall took only an instant, I appreciated the moment of anticipation as I was airborne, then the whoosh of the water rushing up to meet me, then the realisation that I was in the water, and my clothes were floating loosely about me as if they had something of a life of their own. I remember the water being full of bubbles after I entered, then they cleared and I came to my senses and realised that, once again, I had a massive hard on. I turned round to see Nicole standing on the edge laughing. I stood up in the pool - the water was only chest height - and my t-shirt clung to my shoulders. I lifted my hands and the fabric made a sucking sound as it cam away from my armpits. I laughed too, and said,
"Ok. Now its your turn," I said. She took a step up to the side of the pool, and then executed a perfect dive. A moment later she came up beside me.
"This is great, isn't it" she said, and within seconds we were holding each other in an underwater floating embrace. We kissed and moved to a slightly shallower part of the pool where we could both reach the floor. Being slightly taller than Nicole was, the water was up to the top of my chest whereas it was over her shoulders. She turned to face me, lifted her feet off the ground and wrapped them around my waist, and caressed my chest through my t-shirt with her petite hands. This was driving me mad, and I said so too.
"Do what you want with me" she responded, with a grin.
I held her in my hands, then moved my hands round to her front and caressed her breasts through the wet satin of her top underwater, then the same, but with my hands under her top. Because of the way she was holding me in her legs, her skirt had ridden up to reveal that she was wearing white boy-pants beneath. I stroked her thighs up and down, going a little bit higher each time. She was squeezing my dick with her pelvis and I was getting closer and closer to coming. I put my left hand down her panties and started to play with her. She looked at me, shocked and delighted, and gasped! She put her feet back down on the floor of the pool and started massaging my dick through my trousers, then she said
"Wait. Let's finish this in the jacuzzi!"
Well, I wasn't going to complain at that.
"Go on, then," I said, "You get out first".
She grinned and turned away from me. She didn't use the steps, but instead, she climbed out by lifting herself out on the side, and she made sure she made a great display of waving her pert ass at me on the way. But she only made it half way. When she was balanced with her hands on the side of the pool, her top half out of the pool, and her lower half still immersed, I rushed up behind her, and started rubbing her arse with my hands. Then rubbing her clit through her panties.
"Don't stop," she said. I undid her skirt with one of my hands and it dropped into the pool.
"No. Let's get in the Jacuzzi". She finished getting out and we walked the few steps to the hot-tub, dripping and squelching.
"Only thing," she said, "is that I think you are a bit too fully dressing for full on sex."
She undid my trousers and they fell away from me, then she pushed me in the hot tub and jumped straight in after me. We continued to rip each others clothes off in the hot-tub, and I'm sure you can imagine what happened next.
When we had finished, we put our wet clothes back on, and went up into her apartment, whereupon we snuggled into bed, still in our wet things, and slept.
To be continued, but only if I get any positive feedback. Can you let me know if you liked this story, and if so, what aspects and which parts of it did you like? I will use this feedback to affect future writings.
BTW, would anyone appreciate it if I were to find some pictures (ie from internet shopping sites) of what I imagined Nicole to be wearing?
I had been seeing Nicole for about a week, and I was staying over at hers, when the alarm went off. 6am. Time enough to potter around before going to work. And I awoke with an enormous hard-on and plenty of intention for pottering.
I had just woken Nicole up, and had intended to start something with her, when she said "Oh shit. Drew's coming round. She'll be here any minute!"
"What?"
"Yes. She has to pick some documents up from me before work. I said she could pop in on the way!"
Nicole had told me about Drew before. She was similar in height to Nicole, (5'10") same sort of build too, but whereas Nicole was brunette and Mediterranean looking, Drew was more your classic Scandinavian beauty, blond and fair skinned. Nicole and Drew knew each other from University, and from some hints I gleaned that they had had a bit of thing for each other for a while. What I didn't know, but was soon to get the opportunity to find out, was just how intimate with each other they really were!
Just at that minute the doorbell rang! Nicole jumped out of bed to get it. I watched her go, wearing her thin cotton pyjamas.
I heard talking in the hall for a minute or two, and the last thing I heard was "Do you want to meet him?"
Then she came back into the bedroom a moment later, followed by Drew. She was wearing black heals, tight blue jeans and a black shiny top. Over all of this she wore a beige leather jacket. Well, if I was turned on before, now I was positively crazy! I drew the sheet up to cover myself as Nicole slid back into the bed and introduced us. Drew sat on the edge of the bed, on my side, towards my feet, but facing me. This was all getting very intimate very quickly, and I was torn between embarrassment and disbelief at my luck!
"Nicole's told me all about you" Drew said.
"Really?" I replied, nervously.
"Yes. I understand that you are 'one of us!?" she said.
"Into wetlook" explained Nicole.
"Ok, you got me" I said. "Its true. Are you into it too?"
"Yeah", Drew grinned, "I'm what got Nicole into it!"
Suddenly, the wheels in my brain started to whir away.
"Just how into it are you, then?" I asked.
"Well. I don't think I can ever pass up on an opportunity to get involved," she said.
"How about now, then?" I asked.
Nicole exclaimed in horror, and I faltered, but then I discovered that Nicole's alarm was more to do with getting to work on time than having a threesome.
"Ok!" Drew said, and stood up.
"Hang on," Nicole said. "What are you going to do? Are you getting wet in those clothes? What will you wear for work?"
"Oh stop worrying, Nicole. I can borrow some of yours!"
With that, she walked straight into the en-suite bathroom. The next thing I heard was the running of water. The shower! Next thing I heard the flow of the water being interrupted by something, then the shower was turned off. Then Drew reappeared in the doorway, dripping wet.
This all happened within the space of about 10 seconds, and neither Nicole nor myself had time to react, as we were in bed. However, when she re-emerged, we all burst into laughter. Drew was dripping wet! She took her jacket off and came and sat once more on the bed. I could now see that she wasn't soaked through, her jacket had protected her and she hadn?t been under for long enough, but she was pretty wet!
"So, do you like this?" she said, and crawled on top of me. Next thing I knew, she was under the covers and between Nicole and myself, massaging one of my thighs and one of Drew's, and Drew says:
"Hey. This isn't fair, why are you the only one to get wet?"
So then, I jumped up and did the same thing, under the shower for ten seconds, then back to bed. Only difference being that because my own clothes were much thinner and more meagre, I got soaked through in that time. (I was wearing black shiny synthetic boxer briefs and a very thin blue cotton t-shirt.)
I jumped back into bed, and lay on top of Nicole, making sure a good deal of water was transferred to her white pyjamas, making them start to go see-thru. She just giggled, and grasped my bum!
I think that by now, we all knew that we were going to be having sex in one form or another.
"Hey. Why if we're going to do this, lets do it properly, and go in the pool, at least for a bit." I actually don't know who said this, but we were definitely all thinking it, because the next thing we were all racing down out of the bedroom, down the four flights of stairs, and into the basement pool.
When we got there, we all paused for breath, stood in a line on the side holding hands, counted to three, and jumped! I came as soon as I hit the water, and for a moment, just floated in heaven. Ah, that was bliss!
Then I turned to look at my partners in crime. Nicole climbed straight out and her outfit had turned completely transparent. It was as if she was naked, almost. Drew in the meantime, had backed into a corner of the pool and was pleasuring herself through her jeans. I came over and started to help her with one hand, and she kissed me on the lips. With my other hand, I started to caress her boobs through the glistening material of her black shiny top.Then Nicole slid back in and swam up behind me. She put her arms around my chest and started to wank me off. In the meantime, Drew put her arms around me, the other way, and started working on Drew.
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Ok. Enough! That's as much as I've written. How do you want it to continue? I'll write to meet public demand on this one. We can go into detail on the sexual exploits in the pool, and the look and feel of our clothes there. Or we can go back upstairs for more wetlook bed action. Or we can change outfits and string it out a bit. Or something else entirely.
Nicole's pyjamas:
http://www.figleaves.com/uk/product.asp?product_id=HO-6861&mci=&size=&colour=
Let me know if you want more links to the clothes too.
wetimer
Now that you jogged my mind to remember wetlook Reminiscences.
A few years ago I was working in a greenhouse nursery, and it was hot work, but generally a fun bunch to be with.
The glasshouses were massive, say 10000 m2, and Dave the boss came and told us which jobs we had to do at the beginning of the day.
Some of the crops were messy, but others were nicer, like flowers. We generally worked in groups, and I was a team leader with Gareth, Henry and Ian, with 2 uni student girls, Claire and Janice that were helping for the summer. They were quite good looking, with sexy bums, and I found out later that they were related to Dennis the big boss.
Most of the time they wore old jeans and baggy T shirts, but as they continued with us they became more adventuous and
replaced them with jeans and vest tops. I don't think that anybody had told them they could not get a tan as the glass stops the uv rays .
There was an irrigation system [ can you see where I am going], and it had recently been automated. All plants need regular amounts of water, and this was meant to be a state of the art system.
We were working all week in the cucumber house, which was all overgrown plants and not terribly nice. They were getting towards the end of their time with us and getting a little flirty.
As with working in a greenhouse there were area where water collected in the plastic cladding. It was fun watching the girls get a drip down their back, and they seemed to take it as part of the job.
At the start of the day they would turn up in a jumper, then as the day got hotter would peel it off and show what they wore underneath. They wore a sucession of tops each displaying a bit more cleavage. So when they leaned forward we all copped load of their tits. Janice was more reserved and a size smaller than her friend who must have been a D cup. I had also noticed that the girls sometimes liked wearing sexy bras and always had skimpy thongs showing under the low slung jeans. Gareth and Henry used to bet on what colour the underwear might be, which provided some fun. They seemed to have several bras each, and our favourite on Claire was a pink push up one with pretty lilac bows on the straps, the cups were lacy and appeared quite see through, although we only caught brief glimpses.
Janice was more conservative with boring white ones, but one day she turned up in sexy lemon coloured one. As the girls, and Claire in particular tended to be colour cordinated, we could predict the colour of the bra from the thong. Dave the boss had noticed these wardrobe situations too and was always hanging around, as he was a bit of a letch, and he generally waited until they took off their jumpers before coming down to see us.
On that Friday the girls turned up in skirts. Not quite mini, but calf length bleached denim ones that showed off their sexy legs. This created a buzz, and Gareth bet that Claire was wearing a pink thong and when she bent over her skirt dropped a it proved him right.
Of course we were working in the heat, in the cucumber house again, but they seemed more reticent to take their jumpers off today, but when Claire finally did she revealled a strappy white vest tops, with the sexy pink lacy bra underneath. Janice followed after a few minutes, with a similar vest and our favourite yellow one underneath.
We were moving boxes, which was fun as the need to bend over to pick them up. I sent gareth and ian and henry down the greenhouse to pick more cucumbers, and the girls were packing them. It was not long before Dave clocked the girls, and he made several visits to 'make sure we were doing ok'.
Later on when it was really hot and the girls had finished packing, he came in and wanted 2 volunteers to go through the carnation house and check to see the flowers were in good condition.
This was an easy job, and the girls leapt at the chance to do it. They went off with Dave following watching their denim skirts, and wiggling bums. We could see them working in the next door block, and were sad as we were missing our downblouse floor show.
They quickly worked and checked the flowers, and were right in the middle of the massive greenhouse.
We had stepped outside for a short break and were watching the girls working.
Suddenly I heard the irrigation system start up. It worked its way through the main pipes then into the feeders which were suspended over the crop.
We saw the girls realise what was happening and they tried to run, but it was futile as in an instant they were soaked. This was not just a hosepipe, but 1000's of gallons of water being delivered at high pressure.
We tried to turn the water off, but it was automated, and all we could do was to watch as they tried to escape from the water.
By the time they had reached the doors they were absolutely soaked, and we could see their clothes sticking to them like a second skin. The water was still pouring down as they jumped out of the greenhouse.
Their hair was plastered down their backs, and we looked on at their tops and their boobs were welded to the tops, to make matters worse the lacy bras were not doing a very good job of hiding their charms, as Janice especially displayed some
fantasticly erect nipples. The water of course was icy cold, and this had cooled the girls from roasting hot in a few seconds, and they were starting to shiver.
They were in some confusion, and we tried to help them dry off, whilst trying not to sneak a peek at them.
They were totally soaked right through to their skimpy underclothes.
Dave suddenly appeared from the office to check something, and he watched opened mouthed as the girls left us and walked towards him. Their skirts were still dripping, and their arms folded over their wet breasts.
He apologised and said that the system must have malfunctioned, but Clare said that was rubbish, and that he knew what he was doing. Then they moved their hands to show their wet boobs and still erect nipples and said is that what you wanted to see, just wait until I tell my uncle Dennis about you.
Then they stormed off, and we watched as their skirts still dripping clung to their arse cheeks.
The next monday the girls came back to work, they were wearing more sensible clothes, and never volunteered to go into the flower greenhouse again.
I will never forget he look on their faces when the emerged totally soaked from that greenhouse, and wish that I had brought my camera.
Dear Editor.
My wife, Wendy and I were thrilled to see our letter describing our first fully clothed wetting session in the sea in Cornwall published in 'Search'. And we were pleased to see letters from other readers interested in 'Wetting Parties' and 'Mudlarks', particularly E. C. of Hants relating his dunking fun with his girl friend Sandra. Keep it up E. C! We really think that 'Search' is the greatest of all.
Last summer Wendy and I were spending a week-end with her friend Jill who has a small cottage with a large garden which slopes down to a small tidal creek near the Essex coast. After lunch the two girls were stretched out on sun lounge's in the garden. Wendy was wearing a stunning little long sleeved dress in white silk jersey that clung to the top part of her body and hugged her beautiful bottom and flared out over her thighs and just caressed her knees. Underneath, she wore a wispy little back bra to support her lovely two breasts and a gorgeous pair of silken knickers also in sexy black. Jill was wearing a plain pale blue dress in crisp cool cotton also with full length sleeves. Her undies (I found out later!) consisted of a bright red bra and a superb pair of wide legged French knickers (so handy!) in white satin. Both girls I'm glad to say agreed it was too hot for tights and so wore sheer stockings which were held taut to their thighs by little suspender belts, Wendy's in black. Jill's red to match her bra. They said that they liked to feel the cool air round their bare thighs!
I suddenly spotted the garden hose pipe, used for watering the flower beds and thought, "this is too good to miss."
So I slowly turned the tap on and adjusted a fine spray and let it fall gently on the two reclining girls. It was a few seconds before they realised what was happening and then they let out a shriek. Jill started to sit up, but Wendy put out her hand and pushed her down again and said,
"Let him have his fun, we'll get our own back later and in any case I get so excited as my clothes get wetter and wetter. I love to feel the water slowly soaking through them."
By now Jill was getting thoroughly drenched too and with a little giggle she lay back again and said, "You've got something there, Wendy, it does feel kind of thrilling."
And as she said it she turned over onto her tummy and I let her have the full force of the hose, starting at her feet, going up her legs to her bottom and on up to her head. They were both laughing now and struggling to their feet and as they stood up I directed the jet of water at them. they turned round and round till they were completely drenched from top to bottom.
Their dresses were now clinging to every curve of their bodies and were so transparent with the wetness that I could see the different colours of their wet bras and knickers underneath, and their stockings glistened as the water ran down their legs into their sodden shoes. They really looked marvellous. But I thought they'd had enough so turned the tap off.
As I did so they both made a rush for me and I backed away but didn't realise that there was a lily pond behind me. I tripped and fell but stopped just on the edge of the pond.
In a flash Wendy was astride my legs and calling to Jill, "Sit on his chest and hold him down."
Jill hitched up her soaking wet skirt to her waist and sat astride my chest, her slim long legs clad in glistening wet nylon stockings pinned my arms to my side and I had a thrilling view of of wet red suspenders and pink thighs only a few inches from my face.
As well I could see her white knickers now 'see through' so that her pubic hair hair showed through the thin material. I hardly dared to breathe! Jill grimaced down at me, spread the wet skirt of her dress over my face and said, "Now are you sorry for wetting us?" Sorry? I was having the time of my life. So I spluttered through the dripping material, "Never!"
"Right." said the sodden Wendy, "In he goes."
They both jumped off together and before you could say "Wet knickers" they rolled me over and into the pond with a mighty splash.
The water was only about two feet deep at this spot, so I just sat there in my shirt, slacks and sandals; while the girls sat on the edge of the pond and roared at me. They both had their feet and legs complete with stockings and high heeled shoes dangling in the water, they kicked up the water as hard as they could to splash me. Suddenly one of Jill's dainty shoes flew off her foot into the pond and sank.
"Please, David, get it for me." said Jill.
"Not likely; come and fetch it.", I replied.
"Oh well!" said Jill, "I can't get much wetter, can I? So here goes!"
She slowly lowered herself into the water and started feeling round for her shoe. She plunged both arms in up to her shoulders, completely wetting the long sleeves of her dress, then crawled around on her hands and knees with her rear to me giving me a breathtaking view of her sopping wet knickers moulded to her magnificent curving buttocks.
"I can't find it...Wendy, come and help me." she called out.
Wendy was only too ready to get her clothes even wetter and jumped right in. She didn't know the pond sloped to the centre where it was about three feet deep and her dainty feet in their high heeled shoes slipped in the mud and she sprawled flat on her back. When she surfaced' with her hair plastered with water and mud she stood up with the water up to her bottom and her lovely white silk dress covered with mud.
Jill suddenly yelled, "Eurika," and fished her shoe up and tossed it on the lawn.
Wendy had picked up a handful of mud to hurl at me, but I ducked and it sploshed right on the tip of one of Jill's beautifully rounded breasts. That was the signal for the start of a real mud throwing party between the three of us and in a few minutes our clothes were not only just wet but also covered in lovely mud until we couldn't throw any more for laughing.
We eventually clambered out of the pond, the two girls looting thrilling and exciting in their bedraggled dresses and stockings.
We ended the 'Mudlark' with each of us in turn being sprayed with the hose pipe lo wash the mud off. It did this very well, but the girl's dresses were so saturated, I could see their bras, panties and suspenders so clearly through the transparent material.
After we had bathed and put on clean dry clothes, we were
having a few drinks, when Jill said, "I'm so glad you and
Wendy came, David. I've never had so much fun or been so
excited in my life. Can you come again, next week-end? We
can go down to the creek at the bottom of the garden, there's
some gorgeous gooey mud there when the tide is half out and
we can have another 'Mudlark' and 'Wetting Party' and we'll
dress especially for it.'"
Needless to say we agreed and will tell you about it in our
next letter
Isn't it time, dear Editor, you ran full feature on 'Watery Frolics'. You might even run a Miss Drenched of 1972 Competition among your lovely models.
Your wet and muddy fans,
Mr. and Mrs. D. M. Southend.
Posted on Bravenet by BillH, 08/8/00
From ACCORD magazine
Here's another story about Jill and Wendy. It appears to have been written by the same author who wrote the story in SEARCH magazine.
Dear Editor:
Congratulations to reader M.R. of Yorks for his letter on the "intoxication of wet clothing" in SEARCH SPECIAL Vol. 2 No. 6 in which he descried so graphically his thrilling wetting session with his girlfriend.
What a delightful damp day they had together and thanks to your picture Editor for illustrating it with the photo of the lovely dark haired beauty, fully dressed, drenching her blouse and her skirt under a shower and showing off her beautiful breasts through the thin sodden material.
I feel Mr. Editor, that this is only one shot of many of this lady getting her clothes really wet you must have in your files. Please do all your many dunking fans a favour and print the rest of them. Or get your cameraman to take some of her emerging from the shower or climbing out of the bath after a fully clothed drenching session.
Your regular readers will remember from my two previous letters you printed, the lily pond that was the scene of some exciting mudlarking and dunking activities at our friend Jill's country cottage on the Essex coast. Being such a devote of dunking and drenching, Jill has had the pond made into a small swimming pool complete with diving board and water chute.
She of course, invited my fun loving wife Wendy and myself down for a weekend to "open" it during the summer. We arrived on the Saturday afternoon to find our lucky friend Jill suitably dressed for the occasion, wearing a long sleeved white nylon blouse and a knee length black silk skirt. The skirt was very full and Jill twirled round for us so that it spun out to reveal that she was wearing long nylon stockings tautly held up to her creamy thighs with dainty black suspenders and with it she had on a thrilling pair of white satin french knickers. Her little bra was of the same sexy material and colour as her pants.
To complete her outfit her feet were encased in a superb pair of high heeled white kid court shoes. She looked ravishing.
Wendy went upstairs to change. into one of the outfits she had brought with her. She chose a long sleeved plain pale blue dress in crisp cotton that zipped all down the front. Her underwear consisted of a little wispy bra in red satin that hardly looked strong enough to contain her firm round breasts. Her lovely curvy bottom was molded in a little pair of French knickers in the same thin red satin. She too wore a suspender belt (no horrid tights for these two fun girls) to hold up her sheer nylon stockings that were a glamorous black. Her feet were shod in a beautiful pair of high heeled court shoes in black patent leather.
As it was a hot day and a special occasion, we celebrated with a bottle of champagne in the lounge, which put us in a merry mood before we started our watery frolics. As we neared the edge of the pool, Wendy said to Jill,
"How shall we start our first wetting party to christen your new pool. Shall we just jump in fully clothed or shall we dive in or let David push us in".
I could tell she was excited at the prospect of any one of these ideas and so was Jill too.
But she said "Let's just walk slowly down the steps so that we can gradually feel the water creeping up and soaking our shoes, stockings and skirts."
The pool was only three feet deep at the shallow end and had steps the full width leading down into the water. Without more ado Jill and Wendy deliberately walked down on to the first step soaking their lovely shoes and feet up to their ankles.
Another step and the water was just above their nylon covered knees and beginning to soak the bottom of their skirts.
"Come on Wendy." said Jill excitedly, "one more step down and we're in."
Together they slowly took the final step down into the pool. They both gasped with excitement as they thrilled to the feel of the water creeping up their thighs until it completely soaked their skirts, knickers and suspenders. They just stood with the water up to their waists for a moment reveling in the sensation of wetting their clothing.
Then they waded through the water laughing and giggling, getting drenched up to their lovely breasts, till they got to the other side of the pool. They climbed out up the steps and stood dripping wet from the waist down; skirts, stockings and shoes glistening and clinging to their bodies.
They looked so sexy and exciting in their drenched clothes I could feel the bulge in my slacks getting bigger - and the two girls obviously noticed it too.
Jill said. "lt is time for you to cool off I can see David, so in you go."
And she gave me a push and in I went. shirt, slacks. shoes and all. As I came to the surface spluttering, the two girls were laughing their heads off. They gave me their hands to pull me out but I tugged at them and they both fell head first into the water with a mighty splash. I jumped in again and we had a free-for-all until we were all completely drenched.
Wendy said "Watch me stand on my hands", and as her head went under she shot her legs and feet up in the air and I was treated to a marvelous view of sopping wet shoes, stockings and knickers.
Then Jill said. "Give me a ride on your shoulders. David." I knelt down in the shallow water while Jill put her gorgeous long wet nylon covered legs round my neck and lifting her clinging wet skirts, dropped it over my face.
Over and under we both went. Then she said. "Let's go down the water chute next."
As she started to climb out I grabbed at her skirt, the fastening gave way and off it came in my hands. She clambered out looking ravishing just in her transparent nylon blouse, soaking wet satin knickers clinging to her voluptuous bottom, suspenders in full view and stockings and shoes.
Wendy, not to be outdone, unzipped her wet dress, peeled it off and stood on the side looking equally ravishing in her wet satin bra and knickers, hair straggling down her face and back and the water dripping down. Her lovely nylon clad legs in her high-heeled shoes.
We continued with our watery frolics for another half hour, sliding down the chute, jumping in and diving off the board, dunking each other until we were just about waterlogged.
Finally we squelched our way back to the cottage and another bottle of champers. We all voted Jill's pool a splashing success.
We are planning to have a 1920s-style wetting party next time. The thought of those gorgeous girls in soaking-wet directoire knickers clinging to their thighs and bottom really turns me on. Let us know if you would like to hear about it.
Your dripping wet fans.
Mr. and Mrs. D.M.
Essex.
By Anonymous
I've been a frequent visitor to this forum for a few years now but i've never posted here untill now. i have always had an interest in wetlook since i was little and have experimented a few times in the past. i'm now going to be a senior in high school and finally have something interesting enough to write about. All my experience have been pretty innocent so far like just swimming in shorts and a t-shirt or taking a shower in my socks and underwear. It was just enough to satisfy the interest but nothing great because i live with both my parents and an older sister whome know nothing about my interest in wetlook. That would be a hard one to explain.
Earlier today i played in a softball game for my high school. i've been playing since i was a freshman and i'm the starting firstbasemen for the varsity team. The game today went well and we won but nothing too exciting happened. it was a warm sunny day which we don't get many of in Pennsylvania. by the end of the day i was quit hot and exausted from the game but getting wet hadn't even crossed my mind at this point. So from the other stories i've read, this is where i give you some backgroup information about what i was wearing. well i guess i can't dissapoint, i'll try and be as detailed as possible but i've never actually described this before. i guess i'll start with the uniform which is a standard silk like softball jersey, under that i was wearing my light blue under armour compression shirt that matched the rest of my uniform, then just a white cotton sports bra under that. Our team still wears shorts instead of the actual baseball pants that some softball teams have switched over to. So we have to wear sliding shorts under our shorts. The ones i wore are just a black pair of spandex sliding shorts that i got from Dick's, not sure what brand they are, then black panties that are a spandex like material. I also had on softball socks that go up to the knee, they are white with the blue stipe up the sides that also matched our uniform. As for shoes i was just wearing sandles cuz the first thing we do after a game is take our cleats off.
So anyway, after the game i was driving home by myself and the warm summer air made me start thinking about getting wet. It had been a while since i've actually gotten wet with my clothes on which was sometime last fall i think. it was when my parents were taking my sister up to she college to help her move in. It was fun though cuz i had this new pair of grey ankle socks that i really wanted to wear in the shower for some reason (thats actually one of the reasons i bought them) and whatever bra and panties a was wearing that day. I was pretty sure someone would be home when i got back so i tryed not to think about it too much. And i was right, when i got home my mom was home. i was kind of bummed out but used to it at the same time. however my mom told me she was going to go meet my dad and sister for dinner and asked if i wanted to get changed and meet them. Well normally i would but i wanted to take advantage while the oppertunity was there. I always get the strangest feelings when i know i'm about to get my clothes wet. my heart starts racing and i get the strangest feeling like i'm doing something really taboo. i kinda like the feeling in a strange way, i guess thats why i keep doing it lol. so after killing time downstairs getting water and getting my gear out of my car my mom was finally about to leave. she asked me one more time if i wanted to go just like all mothers do but i had better plans.
So after my mom finally left i went up to my bathroom and started the water in the shower. i went back into my room and pulled off my jersey, shorts and my blue compression shirt leaving me wearing just my sports bra, my sliding shorts, my panties and socks . I had totally just planned on getting in with my socks and underwear again but as i was adjusting the water and turning on the shower i was thinking that maybe i wanna try wearing my entire outfit even if it did mean i had to take care of more wet clothes. so i went back into my room and put back on my blue under armour shirt, the shorts and jersey so i looked just like i did at my game. I was getting pretty nervous at this point since i'd never worn this many clothes in the shower before. This was as good a time as any though since nobody was gunna be around for probably the next two hours. So i grabbed two towels out of my closet and went back into the bathroom. I did stare at myself in the mirror for a little while when i got in there, i'm not sure what my fasination is with looking at the clothes i'm about to get wet in. I guess it just adds to the whole sensation of everything. so at this point my heart is pounding out of my chest because it knows what i'm about to do and i just couldn't wait to feel the water. so i pulled open the shower door and just stepped in the same way i do any other time i take a shower. i wasn't in the water stream yet so the only part that was getting wet was my socks. its such a weird feeling having water run down my legs and against my feet then looking down and seeing my socks which i could now see my green toe nail polish through (ya its a sweet color for toenail polish... i know). so next thing i did was just walk straight under my shower head and totally soak myself. it was alot different wearing a full outfit then just a bra and panties. I could actually feel the water soaking into my jersey and then my compression shirt around my shoulders then start running down my back and into my shorts. I could feel the water start at the tops of my shorts then work its way down soaking through my sliding shorts. After a few seconds i turned around and let the water hit just above my chest. I could immediatly feel the water soaking into the frount of my jersey and down my under armour shirt the same way the water soaked down my sliding shorts. It surprisingly took a few seconds for the water to finally get through my two shirts and totally soak my sports bra. i spun around a few times to makes sure i was all wet and stuck each foot under the stream of water soaking the upper parts of my socks near my knees. I must admit that i really did enjoy soaking a full outfit over just socks and underwear. I kind of just stood there enjoying the feeling of the water running through my clothes for a little while. I even plugged the drain and sat down for a while so i could soak in the water and splash myself a little bit.
Now a few weeks ago i remembered seeing a photo set on wetlook online i belive where she covered her clothes in soap. I thought it looked really fun and looked like it added to the slipperyness of the clothes. i did take off my jersey and shorts first though so nothing would happen to them just in case. So i was now in my blue shirt, sliding shorts and socks. the sliding shorts and under armour are already really slippery and clingy when they were wet but it was 10 times better when i was dumping soap all over myself. Everything just slid against my skin when i moved and it felt great. I continued to stand under the water for a while longer just enjoying the feeling and rinsing all the soap out. By this point i'd been in for about 15 or 20 minutes and my fingers were getting pruney so decided i better get out. I stripped all my clothes off and left them in the tub untill after i dried off and got dressed then threw them in the drier. Luckily everything was dry by the time my family got home so my little secret is still safe.
i hope i did ok describing everything well enough, and i hope i didn't forget anything. sorry for no pictures but remember i'm a senior in high school and don't need pictures online of me in my softball uniform taking a shower :P. I've already been thinking about what else i wanna wear in the shower that would be fun. I have a few ideas and i'll have to go through my closet to see what looks interesting. i'm sure i won't be able to tell you about all of them since i'm not too big into writing but if some people enjoyed hearing about this first one maybe i'll write about another one or two through out the summer if anything good happens
well don't be afraid to give me some feed back
bye :)
This is my first story have ever written in English, so excuse me if I make some grammatical mistakes.
It happened to me when I was 16 years old, so actually it's more a wetlook-experience than a fictional story.
It was the year 2003 somewhere in April. I was 16 years old back then and still went to school. So to earn money I had to babysit, something I didn't mind because I love children.
I always went to the same couple every 2 Saturdays to babysit their 3 year old son. They both had to work the night because he owned a very busy nightclub and she managed a taxi-company. So they were away from 8 o'clock in the evening until 7 o'clock in the morning, but they earned a lot of money.
They had a very nice house with a big swimming pool in the backyard. The yard was surrounded by trees & fences, so you could have a lot of privacy there. I don't know the exact size of the pool, but when I stood in the deep-end, I would be completely submerged. I'm not that big (1m62) so you get the idea.
Because 'the kid' (I rather not use his real name) went to bed real early, I could invite a friend over to come and watch a movie with me.
I was wearing light-colored jeans with a pair of black pantyhose underneath them. I had on a green top & no shoes because I wasn't allowed to wear them inside the house. I asked 'Gina' to come over that night because she always was great fun to hang around with. She always made the funniest comments during a movie. She wore light-colored jeans just like me, but without the pantyhose and just white socks. I'm not sure about the top she wore, but I think it was a red one because it's her favorite color.
So we're watching the movie 'Basketball Diaries' starring Leonardo DiCaprio which has a scene of a bunch of guys playing basketball in the pouring rain. It was this scene that got me aroused a bit, because when you're 16 and you're watching a couple of good-looking guys in wet t-shirts, the chemicals start to work!
The movie continued but I couldn't stay focused anymore, because it started to tingle very bad in my belly and I was constantly watching the swimming pool outside. I started to work out a plan to get us both wet without forcing anything. So I asked Gina if we could pause the film and go outside for a cigarette.
We stood near the edge of the pool, just talking about girls stuff. But still I wasn't focused on the conversation because I was thinking how we both could get wet. "Should I trip and fall in? "Should I tease her and push her in?" Before I knew it, our cigarettes were finished. "Damn!!"
We went back inside when Gina asked me for another drink. We were drinking a bottle of white wine. I know it's illegal in the US to drink if you're under 21, but here in Europe it's kind of "normal" when you're young.
I went to the kitchen to get the bottle from the counter when I suddenly dropped my keys onto the floor. Then it hit me!! I could drop my keys into the pool "by accident" and see what would happen. So I took my keys and put them in my pocket and I poured another glass of wine. I said Gina I was going to the bathroom when actually I went to the pool house to lock the door and hide the key from sight. I did so because otherwise I would be too simple to retrieve my keys with the pool net. Then I went back inside and watched the rest of the movie. It wasn't long before Gina asked me for another cigarette. We were both getting a bit of tipsy, so it took us a bit longer to get up!
So we went back outside and stood at the same spot near the edge of the pool. I could feel my heart pounding 200 beats per minute!! I even started shaking a bit from excitement. I took out my keys and started playing with them when suddenly "OOPS" I dropped them into the pool. Gina began laughing at me and asked "Now what?" I said I could go to the pool house to get the pool net, but unfortunately it was locked. Gina had an idea. We could take a paperclip to make a hook and attach it to a string so we could go fishing. I wanted to say: "Or we could just jump in right now" But I was too nervous at that point.
So I went back inside and got some string and 2 paperclips. We made our home-made fishing rods and sat down on the edge in the lotus position trying to get back my keys. After 5 minutes I started to complain my legs hurt so I rolled up my jeans a bit and put my feet into the water. The water came to just beneath my knees and soaking my pantyhose and the lower bit of my jeans. Gina started laughing again and I told me I was nuts! I told her it's only water and it wouldn't kill me or anything and that the water was actually quite warm. So she rolled up her jeans and didn't even bother to take of her socks when she put her feet into the water. She wasn't as gifted as me at rolling up jeans, so it didn't take long before her jeans slipped down her leg into the water. I started laughing and she did too. Because her right leg was already wet, she rolled down the other one. She started to trample the water with her feet and I could see her toes through her socks, it was kind of cute to look at. I didn't take long before she told me that "she wasn't the only one to get her jeans wet that night" and got up and stood behind me and started kicking me. Because my feet ware hanging in the water, I couldn't get a good grip when she pushed me against my back with her legs. I could feel the wetness of her jeans wetting my top. Because I couldn't hold on anymore, I lowered myself into the water but not whole the way. This picture gives you an idea how I was 'hanging on' there. I pulled myself back up and sat next to Gina and told her she was too chicken to do the same thing, but she did!
Now we were sitting next to each other in soaking wet jeans. We laughed the whole time and I decided to get in completely to get my keys back. So without wasting any time, I lowered myself into the water. Because we were sitting at the deep end, I was fully soaked in a matter of seconds. I dove down to the bottom and got back my keys. When I came back up, Gina had joined me in the water. I didn't notice it right away, because she dove in when I was under water. She told me it was the first time she got wet in all of her clothes and really liked it. The only thing bothering her was the fact her socks were slipping down her feet, so she took them off. I told her to wear pantyhose next time so she would have the same problem and she asked me how many times I did this before. I didn't tell her about my fetish that night, but that I had swum a couple of times fully clothed on vacation.
We still had a half bottle of wine in the house and I got out of the pool to get it. I could feel my jeans and top clinging onto my body and feel the water drop down onto my feet. It was the first time I got wet in a private pool, so it was also the first time I saw myself wet in the reflection of the window. I got the wine and went back to the pool. Gina was floating on her back looking at the stars. I joined her and we talked for about a half hour before it was getting too cold.
So I got us some towels and we got undressed. I gave her my spare underwear and the T-shirt I was going to wear the day after. She only lived 5 minutes away from the house I was babysitting, so she took her bicycle and went home.
I still was wearing my wet pantihose and bra and decided to take a shower in them. I enjoyed the feeling of the warm water and soap tickling my legs. I put my and Gina's clothes into the dryer and went to bed. The next morning they were dry and I dropped them of at Gina house the next day. She told me she had a really nice time and we should do it again. But that story is for another time.
X. Miss Fanny
By CF
I think this was my lucky summer! I had another unexpected wetlook experience a few days ago by a person I could never imagine so.
Kelly is about 40 years old and still good-looking. Her husband is my wife's brother. They live in the apartment above ours and we also are very good friends. Because of that relation, I never had any "wetlook image" of her. Although we talk a lot about many personal things, I had never told her anything about that interest of mine. And, also, I never heard or saw anything, now or in the past, that would make me think that she had ever, even accidentally, swum in some clothes. She's a "regular swimmer" as far as I know.
Last Tuesday we both weren't working in, opposite of our husband and wife and her daughter had just begun her school lessons. So we decided to go for a ride with my car. We started at 9 am and a little before noon we were in a mountain village in North Peloponnissos, where an old friend of hers from the University has a restaurant. We stayed there for 2-3 hours, drunk coffee, had lunch, and then we started our way back home. When, after 30-40 minutes, we reached the main road to Athens, we decided to take the old one, which drives through all the seaside villages.
It was almost 4 pm, when she asked me to turn to a nice beach, where she had been before, but I hadn't. We arrived there in 5 minutes. It was really nice and, as it was hot (in opposite of the village before), some people were swimming.
"Oh, I wish I could swim!" she told me.
"Why don't you?" I answered, believing that she was wearing a bathing suite under her clothes.
"I didn't bring my bathing suit with me" she said.
"Why not in your underwear?" I proposed her.
"I could so, if there weren't all these people here" she answered.
Then, the "temptation" came right into my mind:
"What about in your clothes?" I asked her, before I was able to control my thoughts.
"You must be kidding!" was her answer, "my jeans won't dry before tomorrow!"
"So, shall we leave?" said I.
"It's a pity to loose one of our last swimming chances for this summer! Let me think! I came here last year with my husband, in full season, when this beach was too crowded. Do you see those rocks at the east end of the beach? Behind them there is another small beach, almost beautiful as this one. We went there then and met no people at all. We could even swim nude there - I don't mind - or, if you prefer, in our underwear".
"And how shall we get there?" I asked her.
"Through those rocks. It won't take us more than 10-15 minutes. We'll climb on some of them or we'll walk in the water in front of some others. Just roll up your trousers, as I shall do, and it will be OK. The water is less than our knees deep. Only, it would be better if you don't take your shoes off, as we'll have to step on some sharp rocks or stones. Anyway, we're both wearing cheap summer fabric shoes, so they dry soon and we don't care if we damage them in the salted water".
And so we did. After passing over 3-4 not so high rocks, we stepped in the water in front of a big one. As we were walking, I started realizing that the water was deeper than Kelly thought. I didn't mind of course. After a few steps I saw her trying to pull her jeans higher, to keep them out of the sea. But it was vain. Some steps later, before she tries to react, the water had covered more than half of our thighs. She stood still and disappointed for a while, trying to apologize:
"Sorry for this, but I'm sure the water wasn't so deep last year. Shall we turn back?"
"Doesn't matter. Maybe some rocks have moved deeper because of last winter's waves. As I can see the water isn't getting deeper than that, so let's go to that beach!"
And that was true. We got out of the water after a while and climbed a few other low rocks. Then we had again to walk in the sea.
"I hope it won't be deeper now" she said, "but I'll go first, so, if I realize that it's getting deeper, I'll be the only one who will get more wet and you won't pay for my wrong estimations".
As far as I could see, the water really wasn't deeper. We went out again, passed the third group of rocks and for the third time got into the sea.
"Is it far away?" I asked her.
"I think this is the last big rock we have to pass in front of" she answered, turning her head back to me, so she didn't notice that her next step brought her more than 30-40 cm deeper than before. Suddenly she was waist deep in the water, which had covered all her jeans and her shirt was floating on it. (She was wearing a large and long cotton shirt, yellow with thin blue square lines, having rolled its sleeves up to her elbows).
She turned around, trying, with one hand on the rock, to stay steady and not to make one more, even deeper, back step, and with the other she was holding her almost 1/3 wet shirt, trying to bring it out of the water.
"I think this was a failure" she said, ready to cry or even to scream. "We better go back".
"No, we're almost there!" I answered, getting close to her and letting the water cover the pockets of my trousers, where I had forgotten that I had my cigarettes! Fortunately, I hadn't anything else with me, except from my (wet, now!) cigarettes and my car key. "Now, you follow me! Just hold up your shirt - or take it off! - and take care of your cigarettes and lighter in its upper pocket!".
I kept on walking and, surprising me, Kelly followed me! Now I could see the small beach behind the big rock. It was really beautiful! I took her by the hand, brought her next to me and showed it to her. Walking the rest of the rock's round, I realized that the water was getting deeper. I noticed Kelly trying to hold her shirt out of it and then, disappointed, as the sea had almost reached her breast, letting it fall in. Then I noticed the water almost covering her shoulders and then I noticed that, before, the sea had totally covered the shirt's pocket with her cigarettes!
Instead now of reaching the beach through the rest of the rocks, we reached it swimming. It was easier!
"Finally it was worth coming here, although there wasn't a reason any more, as we could swim with our clothes on in the central beach too!" said Kelly. "I made a thought of taking my clothes off, to help them dry a little faster, but then I realized that we'll have to get in the sea again on our way back, so it would be worthless".
We stayed there (cigarless!) another 30-40 minutes getting in and out of the sea, and then we went back, this time only swimming, as finally it was much easier. I think most people in the central beach were watching us surprised, coming out of the sea in all our clothes and shoes on, and especially getting under the beach showers like that! It was later than 6 pm, we should be near home now, but as it was still hot, we stayed there about one more hour, to dry a little bit. We sat on a seat-bench near the beach and, as she usually does, Kelly laid down with her head on my legs. Instinctively, as I usually do, I laid my hands on her. Then I realized that I was touching her wet clothes. So, I made myself the question if this was causing to me anything erotic for her. And the answer was surely "No!" It has happened such a thing for me sometimes before. OK, I enjoyed her wetness, but that was all.
On our way back I asked her if she had swum in her clothes before. A couple of times, she told me, when she was a schoolgirl. Friends had thrown her in the sea without wanting it. So she hadn't the best memories from that, as she also hated the feeling of the salted clothes drying on her body. But today she didn't feel so bad, apart from the fact that she was feeling silly and guilty for me, as she made me get my clothes wet (!). And the feeling of the wet clothes on her wasn't so bad, as we were most of the time in the water, and then we had that shower.
Then I explained her about my wetlook interests. She didn't seem surprised. She had heard about it years ago, by a friend of hers from the school. He was one of them who had thrown her into the sea. He moved to the States right after school. Some years later, being here for summer holidays, he took her for a walk by the sea and he told her about being in wetlook. Then he asked her to go swimming in their clothes, but Kelly refused, as she was receiving a lot of erotic feelings from him and she was about to get married.
Then she asked me what I had asked myself: If her clothed swim caused anything erotic to me for her. I gave her the answer you've already read. She seamed relieved with that and she told me:
"Don't take it as a promise, I don't know if, where, when and how, but I suspect you'll see me again swimming with my clothes on..."
Going back home (still wet) we told everybody everything for that afternoon (except from the last confessions; my wife knows - and... helps - her brother doesn't). But I'm almost sure: If she ever keeps her promise (?), it will be in front of her husband; and that would be the best, I believe!