Hi, I'm Anna. I wrote earlier about my first experience with what I would later learn is called wetlook.
I've not seen this - JW
It was in high school and it was with a girl that I'll be calling Lisa. Yes, it was with another girl. No, I am not a lesbian. I did experiment a little, as you'll see, but I never let it get too far.
Anyway, I went over to Lisa's house one night to watch a movie and we ended up taking a shower together with our clothes on. It had been very exciting and was often on my mind in the days that followed. We talked once about maybe trying it again if we got the chance, but we were only teenagers, and the time and privacy for something like that didn't come up often.
It was three or four weeks later when Lisa got me alone and told me that her parents were going to be gone again for one night in the middle of the following week. She wanted to know if I was interested in "renting a movie" again. I was.
As I waited for the day to arrive I kept thinking about how good my wet clothes had felt as they moved around me, especially when they had gotten soapy. I wondered how much different it would be to feel those soapy wet clothes moving over my breasts. I had had a bra on before and it had felt wonderful but I couldn't help thinking it would be even better over my bare breasts. I kept thinking this until if finally decided that I wouldn't wear a bra when I went to Lisa's. I picked out a dark shirt to wear so it wouldn't be see-through when it got wet.
That night I almost couldn't get out of the house. My parents didn't like the idea of me going out on a school night. Finally they agreed. I stopped by the rental place and picked up a movie on my way. My heart was really beating when I pulled up in front of Lisa's house. She met me at the door and we both looked at each other with a sort of nervous but excited look. "Should we go up?" she asked. "I guess" I said.
Lisa turned on the water when we entered the bathroom and I took off my shoes and socks. Lisa's were already off and she just watched me as I bent over to remove mine. We waited a minute for the shower to warm up and neither of us could think of anything to say. When Lisa tested the water and found it was ok she pulled the curtain back and sort of waved me in. I stepped into the tub and began by putting my legs in the stream of the shower. The fabric got darker as it got wet and clung to my legs. I slowly worked my way up my pants and held the waist open just a little as I got to the top. The water streamed down into my pants and soaked into my panties. The water soaked into my crotch and felt so good as it caressed me there that I leaned over and pressed my hand to the front of my pants. In doing this I leaned my front into the shower and started to get my shirt wet. At that point I just moved right into the full stream of the shower and got totally wet. The water poured over my shirt and it was soon soaked. I lost myself in the feeling. Without the bra my breasts and nipples were so sensitive to everything. I turned around a couple times, getting myself completely wet all over.
When I stopped Lisa was looking into the shower longingly and she, too, had put her hand against the front of her pants. I didn't mean to hog the shower so I stepped back to let her in. She stepped right in with her back to the showerhead and leaned her butt out into the stream. Then she turned around a couple times slowly, running her hands over her body to make sure she was all wet. She paused with back to me and her front in the water, spraying right over her breasts.
I decided to take the initiative this time. I picked up the bar of soap, reached around her and began working it into the front of her shirt with both hands. She backed up a bit so she wasn't directly in the stream and I worked the soap around. I started on her stomach, a little nervous to go anywhere else, but then I worked my way up to her breasts. Lisa had firm round tits and I ran the soap around each one a couple times. Then I put the soap down and massaged what was there into her shirt. It felt a little weird to realize I was touching another woman's breasts but we had crossed that line before and I knew that it would feel so good when she touched mine that I wanted her to feel the same thing. I had built up quite a lather when she turned around to face me. I rubbed my hands all the way up and then down her front and then she pulled me in and embraced me. She wiggled around a little to get the soap on my shirt but it wasn't very effective. So then she picked up the soap and and started working into the fabric of my shirt.
The smooth feeling of my soapy shirt sliding around on my stomach got me feeling very good. Lisa paused a second when she got to my breasts. I just ached to feel that same sensation on my tits. She paused just a second and then continued vigorously. She put tons of soap on my tits and massaged it in until it was good and frothy. The shirt slipped and glided over my tits. It rubbed at my nipples. Lisa's palms pressed. I closed my eyes lost in ecstasy. The feeling overwhelmed me and I almost lost my balance.
I took a step to catch myself and paused a second to catch my breath. When I looked at Lisa she looked up into my eyes and did something I wasn't expecting: she took her shirt off. She took the bottom of it, pulled it up over her head, and let it fall to the tub with a distinctive plop. I looked at it. I looked at her soaked pants, the water still spraying her butt. I looked at her skin, glistening with water and soap. I looked at her wet bra. Her nipples were protruding and her areolae were barely visible through the fabric. When I looked in her eyes she was watching me expectantly. I knew she wanted me to take my shirt off but unlike her I didn't have a bra on. If I took off my shirt I'd be completely topless. I didn't know what to do.
Lisa sensed my hesitancy and so she reached out and took the bottom of my shirt herself. She started to lift it up and not knowing what else to do I raised my arms up. She pulled my shirt off over my head and dropped it to the floor of the tub with that same distinctive heavy plop. I looked down at myself. A couple stray soap bubbles ran down over the curve of my young breast. Lisa took my hands and placed them on her breasts. She put her hands on my stomach and then slid them up between my arms and onto my bare tits. I am not a lesbian, but when Lisa's hands started gliding around over my nipples I was in heaven. I pulled her to me and embraced her, pressing my body into hers. She kissed me, passionately this time. It was a long kiss, with our bodies pulled tightly together.
When the kiss ended we were both a little breathless. I felt a little faint both from the heat of the shower and the intensity of what had just taken place. Lisa turned off the water and we got out. We sort nervously changed into robes and threw our clothes into the drier. We watched the movie while they dried and then we talked about how we'd like to do this again if we ever get the chance.
When I got home it was pretty late and my parents were really mad at me. I felt so good, though, that I didn't mind at all.
If you have any wetlook experiences you'd like to talk about email me at anna739@angelfire.com. I'll try to post again with more soon.
Here's another story from my
vintage archives
Story begins:
Elsie was a wader and a dunker from way back. She told me that as a girl going to school in the country she had to pass several sloughs. She wore knee length rubber boots all Spring and every slough was a temptation she couldn't resist. She used to go wading right up to the tops of her boots, enjoying the feel of the rubber boots pressed against her legs by the water. More often than not she would find some excuse to go in over her boot tops, and once she felt the water trickling down her legs, and her feet getting wet, she lost all resistance to going in deeper. Her mother apparently never scolded her for coming home with wet feet, but naturally would object to seeing her with all her clothes soaking wet. So Elsie would take off her dress and then go into the water, deep enough to fill her boots, and further, until the water was well up her thighs. Then, with only a little persuasion from her schoolmates, she would frequently go in until her panties were wet. Whenever the kids watching her made any comment about going in so deep, she just used to say, "Oh, it's alright. I've got my rubber boots on".
Even as a big girl, going to high school, Elsie maintained her wet reputation, and was always the one chosen to go out on the ice on the sloughs to test it. She said that many times she experienced the thrill of breaking through the ice into the water. She said you never knew how deep you were going, and more than once she ended up in water up to her waist, fully dressed, of course. She loved it.
Elsie was always the one who was dared to cross a creek, slough or pothole, the dare being that once you started in you had to come out on the opposite side or be termed a sissy. Her friends knew she liked getting wet, and certainly encouraged her. She told of borrowing somebody's waders one time, and telling her friends that clothed in the chest-high rubber waders she would wade anything they wanted her to. She didn't even bother to change her clothes, and even had her shoes on inside the boots as they (the boots) were a little too big for her stockinged feet. The waders came to just over her breasts, and she liked the feel of the rubber garment encasing her entire body.
There were lots of hollows filled with run-off water, and it wasn't long before they had led her to a likely looking spot and told her to cross it. To their disappointment - and Elsie's - the water only came to her waist, and while she and her school friends enjoyed the sight of the gleaming wet rubber, she was actually wanting a deeper thrill. She tried several spots with no more success, until they came to a favorite haunt of Elsie's. She had never waded across it, but had often filled her boots there. In she went, and in a short time she was walking slowly along, up to her tummy in the water, enjoying the thrill of being so deep and not being wet - yet.
The rest of the gang called encouragement from the shore and Elsie just smiled as she went deeper and deeper. When she had gotten almost halfway across, the water was lapping gently at the top edge of her waders, and she moved slowly and carefully to fully savor what she knew would happen. She knew she was in for the soaking of her life and she thrilled at the thought of how it would feel. As her excitement mounted, she felt herself wet and slippery already. She kept on going, looking down to watch the wavelets reaching up for the top of her rubber suit. Soon some of them splashed in and she felt it wetting her dress. Hardly moving now, she watched the first real trickle flow over a depression in the top edge of the suit and immediately felt the wetness between her breasts. She murmured to herself, Oh, boy", and forgot all about the friends 'on shore.' The trickle, widened and became a small but steady stream, and she felt the water running down between her breasts and flowing over the gentle curve of her tummy. Another couple of steps and the water was flowing in, in a thin sheet completely across the front of her waders. She stopped and felt the water coursing down her body, soaking her clothes, and she could feel her clothing become plastered to her body.
She looked down and saw that her breasts were soaked, and, as she watched, her nipples unfolded and grew hard and erect as she became more and more excited. The water was now flowing over her tummy and derriere, and then she felt as if she had wet herself, and she knew her panties were sopping wet. Her thighs felt fluid and slippery as the water flowed down inside her suit, and soon it was full of water up to her knees. She had never known such complete and abandoned sodden-ness, and she wished she could remain as wet as this forever. Everything felt so delightfully fluid and slippery and wet. A look of bliss crossed her face as all conventions dissolved in the water, and she felt a watery climax rise in her and become fulfilled.
She dimly became aware of her friends again, and smiled at them and waved. They were jumping up and down and yelling excitedly at what she was doing. She didn't wait, but kept on going until she was almost shoulder deep in the water. By now the water was gushing in all around her in such a stream she felt as if it would wash her sodden clothing right off her. Regretfully, the water started getting shallower and soon she was just up to her waist. She walked along comfortably with her suit full of water, and loved the feeling of it sloshing around her body, and once again she thought she had never felt so soaked.
As she came put of the water, she found it increasingly difficult to walk as her suit was very heavy. She finally made it, and stood surrounded by her friends who admired the gleaming wetness of her suit. They felt and squeezed it, trying to see how much water she was wearing. She helped one boy reach in and feel the wetness of her breasts and thrilled at the feel of his hands as they roamed around. He looked at her, and, reading his eyes, she said, "I'd love to. Come on in the water with me." Holding hands, they walked into the water and laid down in the shallow part. One of her girl friends asked her one time what it felt like to get wet like that. Elsie said, it's a lovely, exciting, free sort of a feeling that makes you want to go in deeper and deeper; and abandon yourself to the water. Once you've started to get wet in your clothes, there seems to be no point in stopping until you're sopping wet all over, because you'll not be satisfied until you've gone the limit."
I've loved wetlook, especially wet jeans, all my life, so I often go out of my way to seek out interesting wetlook moments. I went to a wet t-shirt contest a couple days ago for the first time in my life, and it was completely disappointing. The girls wore little torn up T-shirts and thongs, so it wasn't, you know, really wetlook (and the throng of disgusting guys pressing up against the stage and whooping really turned me off to the whole scene.
But I had a real wetlook sighting the next day that really tickled me and still does. I went to the beach here in Georgia, where both the air and the ocean temperature are already quite warm. I got there right around sunset, which I used to think was too late to catch any good wetlook, but I've learned is really the opposite; most of the times I've seen girls get wet fully clothed happened at sunset or after (when they are quite drunk, in many cases).
I wore my tight 501 jeans with every intention of soaking them through and through, along with a white dress shirt and sweater, entirely too nice of a getup for the beach, but of course, that makes it all the more exciting. I'm in my 40s but everyone thinks I'm 35 and I've been told by several women lately that I'm dashing, handsome, etc.
But I digress. This story is not just about me.
I got to the beach just as it was getting dark. There is a pier where I life and bars along the ocean front, but I was disappointed to see no one (at least not clothed) playing in water there, so I strolled along the waterfront down to a more secluded part of the beach, where there are concrete walls and rock jetties. The tide was high and still rising, which makes for very dramatic waves at this place.
I walked along in the dark, letting the waves soak my shoes and the bottom of my tight Levis. I saw a couple guys playing football under a light, but they paid me no mind. Then, suddenly, an apparition: a spectacularly beautiful woman, drunk as can be, came walking out of the darkness right towards me and the water. She saw me and said, I think (though it was hard to hear in the wind and the surf), "You're amazing." I thought I was dreaming.
She was dressed in nice black pants and a really tight light green t-shirt with really short sleeves. The way she walked and looked at the waves, I could tell she was drunk, enchanted, and uninhibited enough to get wet in those nice clothes. I said, "Are you having a good time?" and she said, "Not yet."
And sure enough, she walked down to the water and out far enough so the waves started getting the bottom of her dressy black pants wet. I might have just followed her and suggested a swim, but I noticed that the two guys playing catch were watching and I gathered that they were with her, so I tried to be discreet. I walked on a little ways, but stopped to watch what she was going to do.
She kept flirting with waves and letting them get her more and more each time. The surf was pretty rough there, however, so it was not the sort of place that invites swimming, and even as drunk as she must have been, she knew it. But just a little ways down the beach, there was a concrete wall and rock jetty that protruded out straight into the water. Waves were crashing against it and spraying up, sometimes pretty dramatically. It's the kind of place that always attracts peoples' attention at the beach at high tide.
Sure enough, this cute dark haired woman in her late 20s with dressy clothes on was captivated by the wave action on the wall. She came nearer and nearer. The football guys came closer, probably to make sure she didn't drown, but they weren't overly concerned about what she did. So, what she did was walk up to the wall from the dry side and taunt the waves that were coming in. She leaned over the wall and said stuff like "Come On!" and laughed. Once or twice, big waves crashed against the wall and got her a little wet, which she clearly enjoyed and thought was very funny.
I stayed close by, also standing by the wall, watching to see what would happen. She often glanced my way and gave me looks that were very very interesting But the guys were close by, so I had to play it cool. They paid no attention to me, however, which was great.
Suddenly, to my surprise, the girl sat right down on the wall, on a part that was already wet. Even that is not the sort of thing you see everyday. Nice pants and all, sitting on a wet concrete wall. But she did it for a reason. After only 15 or 20 seconds, a big wave came in, crashed against the wall, and dumped about 50 gallons of water right on her lap, completely soaking her pants and halfway up her skin tight T-shirt.
Of course, she was astonished, and stood up squealing. I was standing only about 10 feet away, so I got a great look at her, soaking wet from the waist down, black pants sticking to her luscious body, and tight t-shirt going semi-transparent and showing off her bra, which had some kind of floral pattern on it. The guy just acted like she was stupid and crazy, which gave me all the more reason to want to encourage her and let her know that I got it. So I said, "You did that on purpose, didn't you?" She just blushed.
She played around more and taunted the ocean to come and get her, leaning so far over the wall that her cute, perfect breasts almost touched the wet concrete. She was just living it up. I stayed close by, and once, a wave splashed over the wall my way enough to get my pants fairly wet, and she did not fail to notice. I gasped and acted shocked, and we exchanged a nice, conspiratorial smile. A few times, waves came over and splashed her more, but not much, certainly not enough for my taste, nor, as was very clear, hers.
So she sat back down on the wall again, tempting fate. The guys were off in the distance, with an amazing level of disinterest, in my opinion. (What the hell is wrong with some guys anyways?) What was I to do? I didn't want her to feel alone. So I sat down on the wall too, about 8 feet behind her.
The waves roared in all the way from West Africa and gushed against the wall just below our right feet. Watching the foam roar by was enough to give me vertigo, and I wasn't even drunk. She noticed me sitting there and seemed grateful for the companion in the crazy adventure.
Then, the big one came, the seventh wave or whatever. Anyways, it crashed right next to me and gushed up and dumped a ton of wet, salty, cool water all over my tight pants, soaking them completely. I gasped again and girl turned around just in time to see the runoff cascading over my thighs and from around my crotch, where my big erection was apparent under the soaking wet tight denim. She looked right at my crotch and made a face that said, "oh my!" I looked back at her with a look of shocked surprise, though, of course, this was the whole reason I came to the beach. This moment was more than I bargained for, however. I stood up, looking down on my newly soaking wet jeans, and turned around and felt my ass, which was also completely soaked, giving her a good look at it in the process. She was as amazed as I was.
She turned around to face the ocean just in time for the biggest wave of all to come and slap against the wall, flooding up and over and soaking her completely to her shoulders. She screamed and jumped off, with water streaming down her body, the black pants absolutely sopping wet front and back, and her cute little ass wrapped in the shiny, wet black fabric.
Something had to happen. Unfortunately, it wasn't with me. She went off to one of the guys and started making out with him, obviously completely turned on by the experience and her soaking wet clothes. I watched for a bit, until it was clear that she was done getting wet, so I discreetly headed off the other way down the beach, figuring that I did my part. That woman was totally turned on, and the sight of my soaking wet jeans and the big happy bulge inside them was clearly part of the reason why. She had her boyfriend, though, so I was content letting her go off with him (where they were going was very obvious by the urgent way she kissed and held him).
Me, I went off down the beach, found a spot where the surf was calmer, and waded out into the waves, letting them hit me and soak me absolutely all the way, inside and out. Even at night, it was wonderfully warm and comfortable. I finally dove underwater and came out just gushing wet, my sweater cascading gallons of water down over my skin tight jeans. I staggered back into the shallows, and there, on my knees, with the gush of seawater flooding back and forth between my thighs, I put the exclamation point on the wonderful experience.
Hope you enjoyed my little story. I'm a straight guy (obviously) and I love to write about our shared interest. Any female wetlook fans out there interested in sharing stories or whatever, write me at ilove2getsoaked@yahoo.com.
Thanks for listening!
Amf (as in amphibian)
This is my first attempt at posting a story to this forum. Constructive feedback will be welcomed. This story has a foundation in fact - I'll leave it up to you to decide where fact becomes fiction…
She certainly attracted attention. Her face was made-up to look hard but, despite her best efforts, was softly gentle. Her body was well built, but tall enough to carry it without looking overweight. She worked in a shop which specialised in punk type clothing and was dressed accordingly. Her outfit consisted of a pair of heavy "biker" boots with large buckles, thin black over-the-knee socks, a wrap-around tartan mini-skirt which finished a few inches short of the socks and a sheer black top, adorned with safety pins, over a strappy black vest. Her make up was very dark around the eyes and she wore her shoulder length curly brown hair in two pigtails. All in all, she looked like a punk parody of Britney Spears.
It was just after 6pm on a Saturday evening at the beginning of September and she was hurrying home from work to prepare for a night out. To save time, she cut through the park. She had passed the children's play area, subconsciously registering surprise that there was no one around, and was heading towards the boating lake when she saw Graham the Geek. She knew Graham, as they had both just started their second year at 6th form college, but couldn't recall ever having spoken to him. He was built like a bean pole, wore heavy framed glasses, and blushed furiously when he was nervous. Being seen speaking to him at college would have done her street cred no good at all. He was standing at the edge of the boating lake staring at a large model of a battleship in the centre of the lake and frantically punching buttons on a radio control unit. Even to the girl's inexperienced eye, the model didn't look right. The stern was low in the water and it looked like it was in imminent danger of sinking.
She looked around, there didn't seem to be anyone else in the park, so she figured that her street cred was safe.
"Hi Graham, it looks like you've got a bit of a problem"
She surprised herself by managing not to smirk when she spoke.
"Oh, hello. Yeah. It's sprung a leak and the water's got into the electrics, so I can't get it back and it's going to sink out there and I've only just built it and it cost a fortune", he babbled.
He looked so distraught that she thought that he was actually going to burst into tears. His expression and the way his whole body seemed to sag with defeat touched something within her and, much to her own surprise, she wanted to help him.
"Look, why don't you wade out and carry it back" she suggested. "It's better than standing here and watching it sink.
"It's about six or seven feet deep in the centre" he replied. "Too deep for wading." He stopped and looked down at his feet. "Anyway, I'm not a very good swimmer."
"Well, I'm certainly not going to swim out and fetch it for you" she said.
He blushed. "No! I wasn't suggesting that. I was just saying that I'm not sure that I could swim out there and get back with the boat."
She really did feel sorry for him. "I'll tell you what" she started. "Why don't you swim out to the boat and try to pull it back? If you can't do it and have to abandon it, at least you'll have tried. And", she continued "if you really get into difficulties, I'll get the lifebelt out of that box thing there and throw it to you. OK."
As she spoke, she pointed to what looked like a red cupboard on top of an equally bright red pole next to the lake. The cupboard had "LIFE BELT" painted on it in large white letters.
"OK" he replied, but didn't look comfortable. He carefully unlaced his trainers and removed them, then moved to step over the concrete edge into the water.
"Er Graham." He stopped with one foot poised over the water. "If you're not a very good swimmer, don't you think that it might be a good idea if you took your clothes off first."
He looked shocked, and blushed even more furiously. However, he saw the sense in what she was saying and took a couple of steps back to where she was standing. Without looking at the girl, and with a face the colour of a ripe tomato, he stripped down to a pair of plain white boxer shorts. Still without looking at her, he walked back to the edge of the lake and slowly lowered himself into the water. His feet touched the bottom with the water lapping at his crotch. Before he went any further, he looked over his shoulder with a nervous smile, as if seeking reassurance that the girl was there should he need her. Then he started to walk forward.
At first the depth was constant, but when he had gone about 3 metres and was roughly a third of the way to the stricken boat, the bottom dropped away suddenly and he was swimming. As soon as he started to swim, the girl saw that he hadn't lied about his swimming ability. His was probably the most awful breaststroke she had ever seen and she started to feel guilty about suggesting that he should make the swim.
As she watched him struggle through the water, she realised that not only was there was no way that he was going to be able to bring the boat back, but that he'd be lucky to get himself back without assistance. She jogged over to the lifebelt cupboard and pulled open the doors. Her heart almost stopped and she nearly choked on her chewing gum. The cupboard was empty!
"Shit! Shit! Shit" She muttered loudly. "Some bastard's stolen it."
She jogged back to he edge of the lake and looked for Graham. He had reached the boat, but it looked more like he was resting on it that trying to rescue it. Even as she watched, the model sank lower in the water under his weight, until it finally disappeared beneath the surface. To her horror, Graham sank with it. Her mind was still screaming with panic when, only a few seconds after he sank, Graham surfaced, coughing and spluttering. She could see that he was close to total panic. She shouted to him "Swim Graham, Swim" But it was no use. He was starting to flounder badly and it was taking all of his efforts just to keep afloat. Without thinking, she bent over and unbuckled her boots, then lowered herself into the cold water.
As she took her first step forward, she saw Graham's head dip beneath the surface again and, knowing that she hadn't much time left, she abandoned wading, leant forward into the water and started swimming a stylish front crawl. Just as she reached the centre of the lake, Graham popped up in front of her in a flurry of panicked splashing. Seeing the girl, he grabbed at her shoulders and forced her beneath the surface. She felt her feet hit the bottom and was able to kick herself both backwards and upwards so that the surfaced out of Graham's reach.
She pushed her fringe out of her eyes and shouted to him "Graham, listen to me. I'm trying to help you but you've gotta help too. Stop panicking and float on your back. Go on Graham, turn on to your back."
At first she didn't think that he had heard her but, after she repeated it, she saw him tilt his head back and start to scull with his hands. She swam up behind him, put her right hand beneath his chin and pulled his head towards her until the back of his head rested between her breasts. She started to kick with her legs and pull with her left arm. She kept looking over her shoulder, but it seemed an age before she was sure that they were getting closer to the edge. She wanted to feel for the bottom with her feet, but knew that if she did whilst they were still in deep water, they could sink and that could cause Graham to panic again. Instead, she kept swimming until her left hand brushed the concrete of the lake's edge.
"OK Graham, you can stand up now" she said, as she stood. Then, with the last of her strength, she pulled herself out of the water and fell to her hands and knees.
Graham stood where he was, stunned. In the space of five minutes, the girl had persuaded him to almost drown himself, saved his life, pillowed his head between her breasts and was now on her hands and knees in front of him with her skirt up around her waist revealing two very shapely thighs, topped by a pair of now transparent cream coloured panties. Despite everything that had happened, Graham couldn't help but stare and felt a definite stirring in his shorts.
The girl looked back over her shoulder with the intention of asking Graham if he was all right but, seeing the direction of his stare, she guessed that he was. She quickly turned around to face him and pulled her sopping skirt down over her panties. It was then that she noticed his erection, which was clearly visible through his completely transparent shorts. It was huge! Whilst she hadn't experienced many, this monster put those that she had seen previously to shame and she knew that she had to have it.
"Er, Graham" she started, whilst staring fixedly at his erection. "You know the idea that if someone saves your life, you're indebted to them forever? Well I've just thought of a way that you can start to repay me…"
By Jake - rodeo4jake@yahoo.com.au
My city was in the grip of a heat wave for 2 weeks recently. Sometimes because of my work I have spare time during the middle of the day, so occasionally I go to the beach for a walk, to see if I can spot anything interesting. Today I ended up going a bit later than usual, around 4 o'clock. Well sometimes you can have a win and sometimes nothing. But it happened that this day would bring some of the best wetlook I have ever witnessed. In this I mean just totally unscripted or prompted in any way. This girl just did it because she could.
I arrived at the beach and started to walk out along the peir as this is the busiest part of the beach and you get a good vantage point, I stood out on it for about 10 minutes but didn't really see anything apart from 1 girl who I thought would get her jeans wet but ended up just rolling them right up and only going in knee deep.
Then a group of six girls arrived and walked down onto the sand and sat down. They all had on shorts and singlets and you could see they were wearing bikinis underneath. 1 by 1 they all took off there clothes and started to paddle in the shallow water just next to the pier. I had hoped that some of them might keep there shorts on but no luck there. Then another girl arrived that must have been a friend of theirs but with 1 difference, she was dressed for work in an office, obviously she had been at work and had come to meet her friends afterwards. This made me decide to stick around and see what would happen.
In my life I have been lucky to witness a lot of girls get wet in clothes, but mostly teenage girls and mostly in casual young girls type clothes, this is always good but a mature girl in sophisticated clothes like I was about to see is something else all together.
Now I will try to describe her for you as best as I can. She would have been 23-28 years of age I would say the same as the other 6 girls. She had quite a nice figure not too skinny just right, well that's my tastes anyway. Her skirt was a light tan colour and came to just about knee height, it was a pretty thin flowing type of material and it got wider at the bottom so creating a sort of bunched effect at the hem, it wasn't straight cut at the bottom either but one of those that gets shorter on 1 side by a few inches and it had like a frill up the seem to about half length. On top she had on a white type of sleeveless top that had a pretty low cut v-neck with lace trim around the neckline. Around her waist she had on a thick black belt that was woven leather. She was carrying her handbag and a suit jacket, which matched the skirt colour, but with a kind of woollen texture, on her arm. In the other hand she carried her black strappy heels, which she had taken off to walk down the sand to her friends.
I watched as she sat down on a towel that belonged to onr of the other girls and wondered if she would change into a bikini or something. After a while of watching her friends get in and out of the water she got up and moved towards them. She continued until she was about ankle deep, close to where some of the other girls were swimming and they spoke loudly, chatting away. Some of them beckoned her to join them but she shook her head, though she did take a few more steps towards them allowing the water to rise about halfway to her knees. This beach has only small waves but they were enough lightly splash the hem of the skirt. It turned a very dark brown as soon as it got wet. Noticing this she gathered it into a bunch and held it in one hand, and took a few more steps closer to her friends. With things progressing this well I decided to sit on the edge of the pier where I would have a ring-side view if she got any wetter. There were lots of other people sitting there as well so no one would particularly take any notice of me.
Now I could hear nearly everything they said, and one of them asked if the others would like ice creams. They all agreed, so the girl in clothes and one other agreed to go go and get them. After a couple of minutes I could see them returning and they both had 2 hands full of the ice creams. As they approached sea the water the girl in the bathing suit waded out to her friends, still in the knee deep water, but the girl in the suit stopped and beckoned them to come get them. The other teasingly encouraged her tp bring them out to them. After a bit of back and forth she took a few steps towards them, but not deep enough to get the skirt wet. She called out "they'll melt". "You'd better hurry then" the other girls called out.
At this point she made a decision, she gave a shrug of her shoulders as if to say "what the heck", and to their cheers and claps waded out to meet them. This time she couldn't hold her skirt and the whole hem was just floating in the water and had gone a dark brown colour, I couldn't believe it!
They chatted as they ate their ice creams and I heard the girl in the suit say that she so wanted to have a swim as it had been such a long hot day at work, but it would take too long to go home to get her swim wear on public transport. Some of the girls who had gone in to deeper water were telling her she should just take off her skirt and jump in. But she said her underwear was too revealing and that and her top would go see-through. You could see the outline of a lace bra though her blouse, so she must have thought it would be very revealing on the front. Her friends just kept taunting her about it and one of them splashed her a little which wet the skirt a bit more on the front.
To my suprise and excitement she didn't back off but just let it happen, and instead took a couple more steps getting the skirt deeper into the water, saying "The skirt is so wet now, why fight it?"
By now she was wet right up to mid thighs and my heart was pounding. She stayed at this depth, just letting the waves hit her, and after a few minutes she wet up to the top of her legs. Her friends asked if she was gonna swim now or not and she answered that she was still worried about giving a wet t-shirt show. They laughed and teased her some more as she moved into now waist deep water where the black belt and bottom of her top started to get wet. They were telling her she was all wet now she might as well go in but she shook her head and asked them how was she going to go home on the train all wet. One of the girls said she had her car and would drive her, but only if went in for a swim.
After a few minutes more teasing she finally agreed she would swim for a ride home. Then she walked out of the water back to her stuff on the beach. Her friends yelled where are you going and she lent down and picked up her jacket and put it on and yelled back the wet t-shirt comment again. I could not believe this was happening as you can imagine.
She started back down into waist deep water to her friends cheers and looked down at the bottom of the jacket and sort of adjusted her belt position and touched her skirt and pulled a bit of it out of the water and asked the other girls if they thought the clothes would be ok. They said they thought its no different to when you get them wet to wash them and she agreed, saying it was too late now anyway. She dipped her sleeves in the water up to her elbows and looked at them when they got wet and splashed a hand full of water down the front of her blouse and said she had been dying to just jump in from the minute she got there. With that she lowered herself right into the water head and all and stood back up, water streaming of the jacket and her hair. I heard her say how good it felt to finally be in. She joined her friends and played and splashed in the water for about another half hour coming out to the shallows and back in again. A few other people took notice that she was fully clothed but no one really seemed to care that much that I saw. Must have been no other wetlook fans.
After that they all got out and sat on there towels for a while, then got up picked up there things and left the beach, leaving me with the best images of candid wetlook in my life. Although my fiancee does indulge me quite often it is not the same as when a girl does it of her own accord like that. I mean she had other options open to her in my opinion but she still went in in her work clothes. She could have asked one of the other girls for a lend of shorts and singlet, but she chose not too.
I can share some other true stories of girls I've seen at the beach or at the river in the town where I used too live but they were all much younger girls in more casual clothes. Still they were just as exciting at the time, but sadly for me most of my wetlook experiences will now be measured by what I saw that day.
I would like to hear of anyone else's true sightings as well if you feel like writing them.
It is not my purpose to set out and deceive you. All I want is for you to enjoy this story and the many more to follow, all of which are based on true personal experiences. What you actually believe is up to you.
I am a well-educated 22 year-old female, a little shy. I still live with my parents but I work away from home for most days of the week. It was at work that I first discovered the Internet. All I can disclose is that I work for a local newspaper. In my spare time or in my lunch breaks I would surf the net. I was enlightened to find that after all these years I was not alone, just out of touch.
I have a passion for writing. It's an outlet for my otherwise shy self. No one reading this knows who I am or what I look like. After I give you a description of myself you still would not recognise me. I could be someone you have walked past on the street many times, your next-door neighbour or the girl sat opposite you on the train home. I am anonymous. Let's keep it this way, as this is the only way I can share my experiences with you.
Men rely more on image. Women rely more on 'inner feeling' More of a sensual and personal discovery, perhaps arising from what men want to see. I choose my clothes on what I think will look nice on me, based on what would please the opposite sex. Then on what I feel like wearing an outfit. I also choose what I want to wear based on what it would feel like to be soaking wet.
I have to be in the mood. Today I was. Stirring my coffee in the office I was anxious to get home. My parents were to be out for the next couple of nights so I would have the place to myself. Friends were due round the next day but tonight I had planned to stay in. I stared down at myself. My pink blouse was done up to the top of my cleavage with just the tiniest bit showing. My silver necklace hung around my neck, just touching the top done-up button of my blouse. My legs, slightly apart under the desk, were restricted by my tight grey skirt, which falls 3 inches above my knees when I'm stood up. My shoes were black with a single strap around the ankle and flat heels. Underwear? Just the usual. A white bra, thin strapped and panties to match. I wasn't wearing tights.
At home time I stepped into the hot city air. If you familiar with England you will know how the air on a hot day is trapped on the city street, the heat off the buildings being reflected to make you sweat. My light blouse was starting to stick to me as I walked towards the train station. Feeling the dry clothes against my skin in the hot weather and hearing my skirt rub against my thighs as I walked felt good. Perhaps the best part of wetting your clothes is the anticipation; knowing that you will be soaking wet in exactly what you are wearing now, whatever it is.
As I closed the door behind me I ran upstairs, leaving my handbag half way up as I went. The first thing I did was run the cold tap on the bath. A well of excitement radiated around me. As the bath was running I went into my bedroom and straightened my clothes and examined myself in front of the mirror. My clothes fit well and my skirt outlined my figure. The blouse fell over my breasts nicely, complemented by my shoulder length brown/blonde hair. I don't consider myself to be the best looking girl in the world but as far as standards go I think I am about average. I ran my fingers down my body from my shoulder down to my thighs, feeling the material of my clothes in their last moments of dryness. I smoothed my hands across my bum, feeling the slight pant-line through my skirt. After applying a little lipstick, brushing my hair and putting on a little mascara, it was time.
In the bathroom, the bath was filling nicely. At almost half full I added a little hot water to make it a little warm and lessen the shock of the cold water. I turned off the taps and stirred the water with my hand, careful not to wet my sleeves. Goose pimples swept through my body as the excitement rose. I stood up and looked at the water in the bath as I dried my hand with a towel.
I lifted my left leg up and rested it on the side of the bath. I am always hesitant before I do this. It feels like I am doing something wrong or strange. I lifted my leg off the side and lowered it towards the waiting water. Slowly, my shoe touched the water and I deliberately pushed it below the surface. I felt the water creep under the sole of my foot as it entered my shoe. When my foot touched the bottom I lifted it back out. Water streamed off the sodden shoe and back into the bath. There were small bits of grit on the tub from the street. I stepped back in, a little quicker than before and brought my right leg over the side of the bath. Standing in the tub on one leg I slowly lowered my other into the water, feeling the wetness enter my other shoe.
In the tub I stood. Slowly and deliberately I crouched down, my bottom getting closer to the water. Eventually I felt cool water touch the fabric of my skirt and slowly soak through a little. Here I stopped and stood back up. I heard small drips of water drip back into the bath. My skirt was still completely dry except a small area where it touched the surface of the water. I started to crouch down again. This time, though, when my bum touched the water, I kept going. I felt the water entering the fabric around my arse and slowly working its way between my panties and my skin. Slowly the water crept around my crotch and up my thighs, further wetting my skirt and my underwear. When I was sat down I pushed my legs out in front of me, my shoes breaking the water. I watched the water fall off them as they shined through the wetness.
God, I felt good!! I relaxed and leaned backwards in the bath. The back of my blouse started to soak up the water. I put my arms in the water beside me, enjoying the sensation of the sleeves becoming wet. I examined myself in the bath. The sides of my skirt were up to half way wet, but the front, where my stomach is was nearly all dry. I splashed water over it and watched as the dry material turned a shiny grey and then to a dark grey as it reluctantly allowed the water to soak through. I could feel the water slowly soak through the front of my skirt and panties underneath. I felt marvellous!!
I looked down and saw that the bottom of my blouse was wet, too. The colour had turned to dark pink. I could see the top of my skirt through the fabric of the blouse where it was creased and stuck. I slid further down into the water and tried to immerse myself as much as possible. My hair was now under the water with just my face showing above the surface. The water was soaking my blouse and bra straps on my back and water was streaming down my legs and thighs as I lifted them further up so I could fit in the bath. The only part of me that was not wet now was the front of my blouse and bra, so I turned over in the bath to lie on my front. I turned slowly and savoured the feeling of the water entering my blouse and the cups of my bra which enclosed my breasts. I completed one turn and found myself lying on my back again. I sat up. My blouse felt heavy on my skin as it left the water. It felt great as the light material stuck to my skin. The colour had changed from pink to peach where the colours of my skin and blouse merged with each other. The pattern and shape of my bra was clearly visible through the light fabric as it hugged my body. My bra felt a little tighter because of the water. I just lay there, thoroughly enjoying my soaking.
After a while I sat upright, took the soap and a sponge off the side of the bath and proceeded to lather it up. I washed myself as if I was naked. White bubbles frothed up all over my clothes and dribbles of soapy water ran down the material, both inside and outside, back into the bath. Next was the shampoo which I liberally applied to my hair. Big blobs of it fell off my head and onto my shoulders with a splat. I picked up the shower and turned it on, rinsing myself and feeling the water run down my body, pressing my clothing against my skin.
After this, I stood up. Water flooded out of my clothes and dripped back into the bath in torrents. My blouse was stuck to me and felt heavy. I stepped onto the bath mat where my shoes oozed out water. Water, dripping from my sodden skirt pattered onto the bath mat leaving dark drip marks. I pulled my blouse from my skin and as I did so it made a sucking noise, very satisfying. I love the sound of wet clothes as they cling to you skin as you move and walk around. I walked into my bedroom and admired myself in the mirror. My skirt was shiny grey and still dripping. I could see my bra clearly through my blouse which was crinkled and stuck to me, hugging my body and showing my figure well. I looked a mess. A sexy mess. Mascara was running all over my face. I could see the outline of my panties through the front of my skirt when I lifted my blouse up. I was so wet, in more ways than one. Sometimes I get myself off. Sometimes I just sit down and enjoy the wetness.
Still in my wet clothes I walked down stairs and put the kettle on. I put a towel on the sofa and sat down to watch TV. I love to sit in wet clothes or do normal day to day things as if nothing is wrong. In the summer, the daylight lasts until about 21.30. It was only 19.30. It was still warm outside and although still wet passers by wouldn't know. I called my dog and took him for a walk around the local streets to the park. I sat on a swing and enjoyed my drying off while watching my dog and the kids play with skateboards.
Back home I looked at myself in the mirror again. My skirt was nearly dry and back to its original colour except for a dark area in the shape of my panties which was slower to dry. My blouse was completely dry except for where it touched my bra, but the wetness wasn't visible, although I could feel it.
I tidied the house, cooked dinner and called my friends. I finally went to bed and took my clothes and shoes off which were soaked in the bath while I wore them earlier that evening.
I can be more graphic and 'sexually explicit' with my stories if you like, but as this is my first time to write this kind of story I don't want to offend anyone. I appreciate your thoughts which can be sent to the e-mail address above. My name is "Sofie".
I love getting wet fully clothed. I also really love to get messy and muddy fully clothed. In fact I am crazy. I love books, fields, summertime, dogs, going out and sex. I enjoy the look of males and females who are wet. My closest friends know about my strange behaviour and my closest has tried it with me, but only once. If anyone wants these stories on their website, feel free to e-mail me and I will send you a copy. If you want more stories, just ask.
Forever wet, Love Sofe xxx 12/06/2001
I had moved into a house on the golf course at the beginning of summer and I tried to play a couple of times a week. That's where I met Andrea. She worked in the office at the clubhouse as the membership entertainment director. We had talked a number of times so I knew that she had no significant other and that she was 25 years old. On this particular mid July afternoon a typical Florida afternoon thunder shower had moved in and driven me off of the course, so I was killing time talking with Andrea before she had to head home.
The storm didn't seem to be letting up so I offered to walk her out to her car under my umbrella on my way to my truck. Even with the umbrella, we got a little wet on the short walk through the parking lot. As she dug her keys out she looked down at her legs and commented,
"I guess this was not a good day to wear white"
I followed here eyes and saw that her white pants were saturated and stuck to her leg below the knee. Above that they were splattered with drops and had become somewhat transparent, giving away a hint of her white panties underneath. The umbrella had protected her light blue short sleeved shirt except where a few drops had hit her arm and darkened the material of the sleeve. I thought she looked great in her outfit and the dampness just complimented the look, but I couldn't bring myself to say it aloud. The expression on my face must have given me away since Andrea gave me a friendly punch in the arm accompanied by a sly little smile as she got into her car.
With another quick glance at her wet legs I turned to head to my truck which was parked a couple rows away. I had the rear hatch up as protection from the rain and I was sitting in the back drying my clubs as best I could when I heard splashing. Andrea appeared and ducked under the hatch. I'm not sure what surprised me more, that she was laughing or her appearance. She still had the white pants and blue shirt on but they were now totally soaked and clinging to her like a second skin, leaving very little to the imagination. The pants were almost totally transparent, allowing me to see the Victoria Secret stitched along the waistband and the decorative bow on the front of her panties. The shirt was plastered to her chest and stomach showing all the details of the lace cups of her white bra as well as the darker spots of her nipples. Her dark hair was matted down with water and she had small droplets all over her face. I don't think I could have come up with a more beautiful picture if I had been dreaming.
She started to say something about her car not starting but I must have had one of those blank looks on my face which implied I was preoccupied with something else since she stopped and became aware of her appearance. Then she surprised me again by looking down her front and shrugging it off like "Oh well" She seemed comfortable enough that she didn't even try to cover up.
By then I had gathered myself enough to listen when she restarted telling me about trying to get her car started. I said that I would take a look so we started off towards her car. She didn't even wait for me to get my umbrella opened before she ducked back into the rain. I didn't bother with my umbrella figuring if she didn't need it, neither did I. As I was trying to catch up to her, I noted how her pants clung to her backside allowing me a perfect view of her wet panties through the white material. Her bra straps were also clearly visible through her shirt. I almost didn't want to catch up to her until she asked if I liked what I saw as she looked back and gave me another sly smile. I was busted so I gave an honest answer, "Of course, I think if more people dressed like that the world would be a better place". She smiled and turned to her car and lifted the hood to look at the engine.
"It won't start. I tried it a couple times and all it was doing was clicking"
She kept looking down at the engine as if she could will it to start.
"That sure sounds like your battery is dead. I've got some jumper cables in the truck but I'd rather not be messing with the electrical system in the rain".
"I could call a friend for a ride home."
It was then that she looked up at me.
"Do I look like that"
She saw the confusion on my face so she added,
"Your shirt is plastered to your chest. That look is good on you."
I looked down and sure enough my yellow shirt was soaked through and I could see my chest very clearly. My tan shorts were starting to cling to me and I could even feel the water starting to soak into my underwear. The feeling was wonderful and it seemed to add to my arousal from seeing Andrea in her soaked clothing. I was glad the water was warm as a cold shower at that point could have been embarrassing. I nodded, "I thought you shouldn't be the only one running around with see-thru clothing. What can I say, you're a trend setter"
As we stood there laughing at ourselves, Andrea leaned into her car and pulled out her cell phone. When she bent over her pants pulled tight across her backside, giving me an even better view of her wet ass encased in its double layer of pants and panties. What a sight.
"You know, I live just around the corner. If you want you could come over to my place and wait out the rain. Then I could bring you back later and we could get your car started then. I don't think you need to inconvenience your friend by having her drive all the way out here."
I had no idea where her friend lived but I was just trying to come up with a reason to spend more time with her.
"It's no trouble really. My friend lives really close by. She could be here in a couple minutes."
She sat down in her car and looked up at me. The rain actually seemed to come down harder, plastering my hair down and running down my face in streams. My clothes were now totally saturated and clinging to every part of my body. I saw her eyes look me up and down, then they settled on my hardness encased in my wet shorts and she gave a slight smile.
"Well if its really no trouble. I mean I wouldn't want to impose on any of your plans."
I couldn't really tell her what my plans may have been after seeing her all wet and having all sorts of thought spinning through my head.
"No you wouldn't be imposing on anything at all. This rain has put a damper on any plans I previously had. Now come on let's go before we get too wet."
That got a big laugh out of both of us. She grabbed a gym bag out of the back seat of her car with a comment about dry clothes. I thought about yanking it out of her hands and tossing it away, but that probably wouldn't have earned me any points.
We hopped into my truck and started driving to my house. I couldn't help stealing the occasional glance her way. She looked beautiful. There were water droplets all over her face and hanging on the ends of her hair where it wasn't plastered to her head and shoulders. The weight of the water in her shirt had pulled it off of her left shoulder, exposing the shoulder strap of her bra. Farther down her nipples were getting hard from the truck's air conditioner blowing on them. I could see them straining through her shirt and the thin material of her bra. Her belly button showed through her shirt where it clung to her flat stomach. Every time she shifted I could see water dripping out of her pants and her panties showed on her hip where her pants were tight to her skin. Her feet splashed in a little puddle forming on the footboard of the truck.
When we arrived at my house I showed Andrea out to the covered patio next to the pool and went in to get us some towels. When I came back out of the house she wasn't there. I called out to her and heard a loud squeal followed by a big splash in the pool. She had climbed the spiral stairs up to the second floor balcony and come down the slide.
She surfaced and looked over at me.
"After you went in to the house, I noticed the slide and it just looked like so much fun that I had to try it out. Since my clothes were already soaked I didn't think I needed to change into a bathing suit. I hope you don't mind"
How could I. As she spoke she swam over to the shallow end of the pool. I could see her blouse swirling around her as she moved through the water. When she was finally able to reach the bottom and stand the water level was just below her breasts. Some of the little buttons of her blouse had come undone and it had opened enough to slide across her right breast, leaving only her lace bra covering her nipple. She saw my expression change and quickly ducked under the water which only served to swirl her shirt around her again. What a sight. She surfaced but kept the water at neck level allowing her clothes to float around her.
"Why don't set those towels down and dive in here with me?"
I couldn't pass up an offer like that and I was in the air before she got the last syllable out. I came up right next to her and we laughed at ourselves. Andrea playfully splashed me saying,
"Now you're as wet as I am. I figured you would at least take off your shirt."
I stood up in the shallow end and started to pull my shirt over my head. I was a little disappointed because I loved the way it clung to me as the water streamed down. She must have noticed my sad look because she came over and rubbed her hand across my chest and down my abs.
"If you really want to keep it on it doesn't bother me in the least. I like a man in a wet shirt as much as the next gal. I like the way my shirt swirls around me as I move through the water."
I had to agree.
"Your shirt looks incredible wet, and not only when you stand up. The swirl of the loose material looks great too"
For the first time I moved cloe enough to touch her and brushed my hand through the water behind her and felt her shirt.
"The feel of cotton floating in the water is so wonderful."
I looked down at her and we moved closer to each other. She stood and I got a quick glimpse of her clothing clad breasts before she pressed them into my chest as she wrapped her arms around me. I pulled her close to feel the wonderful wetness of her clothes as our lips met. I moved my hands over her back, feeling her bra straps and her panti line lower down. I couldn't get enough of the feeling of our soaked clothes. I moved into the deeper water so that it lapped at our chins but it allowed our clothes to swirl around us. We continued kissing and exploring each other's wetness.
WetJess
Well, here is the true story of the most memorable wet experience I have ever had. I tried to go into as much detail as possible to attempt to get every nuance of the experience across to you. It is long and goes into a little graphic detail toward the end. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed going through it. As always, let me know what you think
My Prom was supposed to be like every 18-year old girl's dream. You know, to dress up in a lovely and sexy dress and to go with the man of your dreams and then afterwardsp>
Well, my experience started out typically enough. I started shopping around for a dress back in March of my senior year of high school and found the most perfect one I could imagine. Great, I figured I had past the greatest hurdle of the prom experience. I had been going with this guy for like the whole school year and going to the prom together was a given between us. He wasn't the greatest guy or anything and we had been having problems for the past couple of months or so prior to the prom. In the couple of weeks leading up to the event though, we were getting along a lot better and I thought this night was going to be a night to remember. Well, it was, but not in a good way. I had planned on going to the shore with him after the prom and possibly getting wet in my lovely (and very expensive) dress for him, watch the sun rise and then telling him of my passion for getting wet. I had never told anyone about it before and I really wanted it to be him on this special night. Of course, I was very nervous about doing this. But at last though, that did not come to pass. As it turned out, we got into a big argument about what we were going to do after the dance and I broke it off with him right there. Luckily, I drove, seeing how his car was not working and I went home. After hanging that dress in my closet, I cried all night long.
Flash forward 2 years and I was now 20 years old and in college. I had long since gotten over that terrible experience, but I still had a void in me and that was never getting wet in that extravagant dress. Since getting wet in that was going to be a major event, I had to wait for the right opportunity to present itself. And it did, that summer when I was 20. My parents went on a week long vacation and I had the place to myself. I was going to have the prom night I never had.
So, I planned that the upcoming Friday to be the day I would go through with it. I was going to go through the same motions that I did on my actual prom day. I got home from work around 4pm and immediately started to get ready for the big event. The first thing I did was to strip off the clothes I wore to work that day and take a shower. The water felt so good running down over my naked body and I was so excited that I wanted to… I didn't of course, because I had to save that for later! I got out of the shower and pulled on a pair of faded jean shorts and a white T-shirt without even drying off first. My nipples were just barely visible through my damp shirt and my state of being turned on increased exponentially. I continued to stay calm and cool though. For the next hour or so, I went through the motions of fixing up my hair and applying makeup. My hair at the time was a good 6-8 inches longer than it is now and it turned out well. After all of that, I have to admit I was looking pretty good.
Once I was finished with all of that, I went into my room where I had laid out my dress and accessories that morning already. (You can probably tell what a mess I was at work all day in anticipation.) It looked as lovely as ever laying there in the late afternoon sun that was pouring into my room. I proceeded to strip off all of my clothes in preparation. The first thing I did was to step into a pair of lacy, black thong panties. Next, I sat down on my bed and pulled on a pair of thigh-high black nylons, which were also lacy around the tops. Now it was time for the dawning of the gown. It was actually a very modest dress I suppose, but that is not saying it wasn't sexy. The color of it was a dark green, relatively straight in shape, ankle length with a halter top, which fastened around the neck. There was also a knee high slit up the right side of the dress. So, after looking at it once more, I stepped into it and pulled it up to my waist. I reached around the back and pulled the zipper up, which only came about halfway up my back. Next, I pulled up and over my breasts the halter top portion of the dress and tied it around my neck. My outfit was not complete yet though. I had a pair of black lycra-spandex gloves to put on yet to complete my outfit, which I did. They were relatively long in that they came up past my elbows and halfway up my upper arms. I accented the outfit by adding a short gold necklace and pearl earrings. Proceeding that I stepped into my open toed heels, which had two straps across the top and one across the back to hold the shoe on the foot. My outfit was now complete and was exactly the same as it was the night of the prom. I did a little solo dance in front of the mirror and then I was sooooo ready to get wet!
After going downstairs, I looked out the door to make sure nobody at all was around. This was very daring for me, especially at the time. I went outside and across the lawn to the pool. When I got there, it was like the most beautiful sight I have ever seen. I paused though to think. I'm I crazy for doing this? What if the dress gets ruined? What if somebody sees me? What if, what if!
And then I took the first step into the water soaking my shoes and the very bottom fringe of the dress. And then I took another step, and another, and another. It was too late to have second thoughts now; I was knee deep in the water. I kept walking toward the deep end until the water was up to my crotch soaking my panties. It felt so good, the water so warm, and me so turned on, but I did not take any action on my feelings of excitement yet. I went on until the water was up to my neck, but did not go under as to prevent messing up my hair and makeup yet.
I just stood there for a moment looking down at myself. My dress flowed perfectly around me under the perfectly clear water. I just stood there for a moment in amazement of what I was doing! This was so incredible. After getting over the initial shock of what I was doing, I walked over to the ladder. I reached up and grabbed a hold of the ladder rails with my wet gloved hands and just looked at how shiny the gloves were for a moment. Next, I proceeded to put my feet on the first rung of the ladder and climbed up and out of the pool. I was shocked that the dress was a bit heavier than I thought it would be wet. I took the bottom of my dress and pulled it up to my panties with one soaking wet gloved hand and rubbed myself with the other. My nylons were saturated and also shiny in the sun light. I let my wet dress fall back down around me and turned my attention to my top. My breasts, which are usually perky any ways, were very erect and hard due to the excitement. My nipples were easily distinguishable through the front of my dress. I took one breast in each gloved hand and rubbed and massaged them through the wet dress. Next, I bent over slightly and felt up my butt. After all of this, I was just about at orgasm level, but I wasn't going to do it just yet.
I went back into the pool, still being careful to not mess my hair or make up. I swam for around for a while, enjoying the water and touching myself with my gloved hands. I finally pulled myself out of the pool and went to lie down on a lounge chair. What a wet, wonderful, sight I was. All wet, dress clinging to me, almost everything kind of shiny in the light! I just laid into myself, rubbing and feeling with my gloved hands until I climaxed. Afterwards, I just lay there relaxing due to being exhausted. Strangely enough, the experience didn't end there. Oh no, it goes on'p>
So, like I was saying, I just laid there in the sun for about half an hour. I was still getting pleasure from being in all of my wet clothes. I got up and started walking around just to feel the wet dress move around me. I couldn't believe it, but I was getting excited all over again! So, I went back into the pool not sparing my hair or makeup this time. I swam all around, underwater, and jumped off of the diving board several times. Now I really must have looked like a drowned rat at this point
I got out and sat on the side of the pool with my feet and bottom part of my dress still in the water. I reached around my neck to undo my top. After I got that untied, the front of my dress came down to right below my breasts. Once again I took my breasts in hand and massaged them. Since the dress wasn't in the way now, I could feel the wet gloves right on my skin. It was such an awesome feeling! Next I stood up, dress front still hanging down, and took off my panties. I rubbed down there then with my gloved hands and that felt equally as pleasing. I couldn't believe what was happening to me… I couldn't be on my way to having another orgasm so soon, but that was seemingly what was happening! I figured though that I was going to need some help to reach climax again. At this point I picked up the bottom of my dress off of the ground and proceeded to run back to the house, wet dress moving against my skin and my exposed breasts jiggling up and down in their freedom. Ah, this was too much. I went up to my room and grabbed my dildo(yes, I admit it, I have one from where I keep it hidden. I usually don't use it because I never really need to. Then I took off across the lawn again and immediately jumped back into the pool. I took my dress and rubbed it into my crotch. Ah, the feeling of that material against my area sensitive areas… I cannot explain the feeling
At some point after that I removed the dress entirely and just let it in the pool to float. I swam over to the shallow section to have a seat. The only thing I had on at this point was my nylons, shoes, gloves and gold necklace. I used one gloved hand to rub my breasts and the other to give it to myself with the dildo. I eventually climaxed again and the orgasm was one of the most powerful I have ever had! Afterwards, I was really exhausted. I just got out, gathered everything up, and head for the house. I rinsed everything out and hung the stuff up, including the dress, to drip dry. I didn't do much the rest of the evening then and fell asleep feeling very satisfied that I finally had the prom night that was coming to me. If only my date hadn't argued with me those two years ago, what a night he would have had!
The dress just didn't look right after it dried, but it wasn't too bad overall. I decided to take it to the dry cleaners to have it cleaned. I had it back a day before my parents came home from their vacation and it looked almost as good as new.
WetJess