Hi. I'm WJ and I used to run an electrical components outlet. I was working in the shop one November morning when a rather good looking woman came into the shop, and asked for me by name. She had shoulder length blond hair and was wearing a smart grey short skirt with matching jacket, white satin blouse, black pantyhose and smart strappy high healed shoes. She told me that her name was Julie and a friend had told her that I would be able to help her with her computer.
I said "I don't do repairs, but what is the problem?"
She then went on to tell me that the computer was not broken but she had just been lent a printer. She needed to download a driver and install it on to her machine and she didn't know how to do this. She asked if I would go to her house after work and do this for her. She would make it well worth my while, as she needed to use it first thing in the morning. She told me that she had just divorced her husband and moved into the area and didn't know many people yet. I agreed to go round to her house and try to sort out the problem, when I left off work. She gave me her address and I told her that I would see her about 6.30.
The rest of the day passed and I arrived at her house at 6.25, but no one was at home. I was about to give up and go when Julie drove up in a Range Rover. She apologised for not being there, but she had to pick up her daughter and her daughter's friend. They had been helping at a charity party. Sam (her daughter) and Kate (friend) were about 18 to 20 and looked great as they got out of the Range Rover. Sam was wearing a short black skirt, white cotton blouse, through which you could see her black lace bra, shiny tan pantyhose and long black boots. Kate was wearing a short white stretch dress, white pantyhose and light grey shoes. As we were going inside Sam asked her mum if they were still all going for a swim as promised.
"Yes" said Julie "Perhaps
WJ will join us" with a smile on her face. I just smiled and said nothing,
as I wasn't quite sure what plans had been made.
As we went into
Julie's very large posh house, to my left I saw Julie's computer. On the other
side of a glass screen was a large, heated inside swimming pool. Julie sat me
down at the computer and asked me if the girls would disturb me if they had a
swim.
I replied "No, I should only be about 5 minutes. In fact, this could be the highlight of my day" and smiled. Julie smiled a cheeky smile back and winked. I downloaded the correct driver for Julie's printer and installed it. I was then testing the printer when Sam came into the room and said "Mum, where have the swimming costumes gone?" The rest of the conversation went something like this:
Mum: "Oh! Someone had put a damp costume in the drawer, so I have put them in a mild bleach soak."
Sam: "Where are they? I will have to rinse them out quickly."
Mum: "You can't put them on until they have been washed properly."
Sam: "Then how can we have a swim?"
Mum: "You must have a pair of shorts and T-shirt to put on."
Sam: "You know I haven't got any shorts."
Mum: "Then look in the dirty laundry basket. There must be something in there to swim in. If not you will have to go into my bedroom and on the bed, you will find my black dress that I was wearing last night. I only spilled a little wine on the front. That needs to be washed."
Sam: "If I am going to do that, I might as well just take off my pantyhose, knickers, and boots and go in like this."
Mum: (In a slightly angry voice) "Why bother to take anything off then? just swim as you are."
Sam: "OK I will."
I couldn't believe my ears and a bulge had appeared in my jeans. Julie
looked at me and noticed this bulge.
She smiled a little and asked me "Are you OK?"
I replied "Yes thanks. All finished. I had better be going now" (not wanting to go, I wanted to see if Sam was going to get into that pool dressed just as she was).
Julie said, "I'm going for a swim, if I can find something to put on. Would you stay and join me?" I replied "Can't you put your black dress on (I then wet red after realising what I had said). Oh! arr, I would love to but I haven't got a costume".
"Don't worry
about that" Julie replied "I will soon find you something to put on.
Wait here and I will see what I can find. The girls will be down soon."
Julie
went up stairs and I waited to see what the girls had actually changed into. A
few minutes later, footsteps came down the stairs. Sam and Kate walked in and
they hadn't changed. Sam was still wearing her long black leather boots, tan
shiny pantyhose, short black skirt, white cotton blouse with a lace black bra
just visible. In fact, she had put on a black jacket to match her skirt.
Kate still had on her grey shoes, white pantyhose, short white stretch dress and no bra. They walked pass me, they looked, smiled and said "Are you coming? Swimming, that is" and laughed.
I replied "Well, if your mum can find something for me to swim in, yes."
"Oh" said Sam "If she brings you something, well, of hers for you to swim in, I would be careful. Unless you fancy her, I think do you".
They giggled and walked through to the pool. I heard Kate say to Sam
"Are we really going swimming with all our clothes on?"
"Yes" said Sam, "I am, boots and all."
Kate and I looked astounded at Sam. The bulge in my jeans tightened and Kate's nipples clearly showed excitement. Sam started walking towards the pool, closely followed by Kate. She approached the steps and by the look of her breasts, she was clearly excited by this. She stood with her boots on the top step, just above the water. She slowly lowered her left boot into the water onto the second step, followed by the right boot, the water came just above her ankles, then the third step. The water was just over half way up her boots.
She looked at us and said "Oh, the water has just started seeping in through the zips in my boots, this feels great. It's soaking my hose inside my boots." She then gave a shiver with excitement.
With the fourth step, the water went just over the top of he boots and I watched as it poured in the small gap between her legs and her boots. As she slowly went onto the sixth step, the water crept up her shiny tan pantyhose to the bottom of her black skirt, I wondered just what it must feel like.
The next step was a big one to the bottom of the pool; very slowly the water crept up her skirt and soaked the bottom of her jacket until it started to turn her white blouse transparent.
She was now on the bottom of the pool. "Oh" she said, "I forgot to take my knickers of," she looked at me then looked at my bulge. I looked down and then looked at her and went a reddish colour. She just smiled and enjoyed being the centre of attention.
"Come in Kate, the water is great," Sam said.
Kate started to undo her shoe.
"Don't take them off" said Sam "Do it up again and just get in, I will lend you some clothes to go home in!"
Kate repeated Sam's entry to the pool. As she did, so her white dress went transparent with the water. When she stood on the bottom of the pool, the water was just above her waist and all wet parts of her body were visible through her wet clothes. They stood there side by side then one after the other they lent forward and started to swim, this carried on for 15 to 20 minutes.
They swam to the steps and Kate got out first, not aware of how transparent her clothing was, what a sight! As her dress clung to every part of her body. Then Sam got out, her blouse had gone totally see through to reveal her skimpy black lace bra, her skirt was clinging to her pantyhose clad legs and water was seeping out of her black boots. I wondered, just what it would feel like.
As they sat down by the pool, I noticed Julie standing beside me. "How long have you been there?" I said.
She replied "Long enough," as she looked at me and gave a little smile.
I was a bit disappointed, as she hadn't changed into her black dress. She was carrying a bag with some costumes in. She put them by a chair and said "We had better wait for the girls to finish before we have a swim. Too much excitement is not good for you." She gave me a funny look. I hoped I hadn't upset her by looking at the girls, but I couldn't take my eyes off them.
After a little while, the girls left, got changed, and went back to Kate's house.
After they had gone and we had had a drink. Julie said to me "You seem to have enjoyed that. Now will you join me in a swim?"
I replied "Yes please, but what have you got for me to wear?"
"Let me get out of these things first, then I will get you something." Julie replied. She walked out of the room carrying the bag and after a few minutes, she returned still carrying the bag but she had put her little black dress on. It was quite short and pushed her breasts up nicely at the top. She was still wearing her same shoes but she lifted her dress a little to reveal black stockings, suspenders and French knickers. She gave a twirl and said "Well, would you like me to swim just like this?"
My jeans got rather tight again and I replied "Yes."
"OK." She said "But only on the condition that you put on everything in this bag." Without looking in the bag, I agreed. She told me to get changed and she would wait for me by the pool.
I took the bag to the far corner of the room and emptied the contents on to the floor. My mouth dropped open, as the bag contained all that Julie had taken off, including a pair of high-heeled shoes. I undressed and first I put her pantyhose on, followed by a matching bra and knickers in satin, her grey skirt, her white satin blouse and her jacket. Everything fitted and actually felt great except the shoes.
I walked to the pool, (hoping that she hadn't got in yet) she stood beside the pool and asked me why I hadn't put on the shoes. After I told her that they were too small. She went away and came back with a pair of knee length leather boots.
"Try these on" she said, "They are new." I tried them on when I got home and they are to big for me."
I put them on and they were a little tight but quite comfortable and knowing that she had been wearing the rest of these clothes all day was quite a turn on. A bit kinky maybe but this felt good. She walked over to me, ran her hand part of the way up my skirt, and rubbed her silky legs on mine. She then said, "Feels good doesn't it? You men don't know what you are missing."
She was right. It felt orgasmic and I wondered whether we were actually going to go swimming like this. By this time I wanted to see Julie get into the pool.
Julie took my hand and led me to the steps. She then took hold of the handrail and put her feet on the top step and with a slow movement put her right foot into the water, then her left foot. The water just covered her shoes and she looked at me, gave me a little smile and said, "This feels too good to rush".
The next step took the water to just under her knees and I watched as her black hose clad legs went into the water slowly until the bottom of her dress was going into the water. As she reached the bottom, the water had floated her dress to reveal the tops of her stockings. This looked good.
"Come in" she said "but not too quick." I took my position on the steps and put my boot-clad feet into the water. As I went to the next step, I felt the water pressure pushing on my boots. Then I felt the water seeping through the zip and this felt good as it slowly wet my pantyhose. As I went further in, the water poured over the top of my boots then my skirt entered the water. As I looked down, I noticed a tight bulge in the front of my skirt. The feeling as the water soaked through my skirt (turning it nearly black), knickers and pantyhose to my bulge was fantastic.
As I reached the bottom, the water was just above my waist and had started to turn my silk blouse see through.
Julie said "Follow me" then swam to the other end of the pool and back.
I followed; feeling the water gently rubbing my skirt against my legs, my jacket went heavy, so did my boots.
Julie stood up and looked great; her dress was tightly clinging to her tits as her nipples protruded through the thin black material. I stood up and felt my clothes pull tight to me. Julie told me that she could see my bra through my blouse and asked me how it felt to be wearing women's clothes in a swimming pool. I was speechless as she walked over to me and started to caress my bum and legs through my skirt. I did the same to her, rubbing her stocking tops through her dress. She slid her hand up my skirt and started to rub my bulge. She removed my satin knickers, then ripped the front out of my pantyhose. She then lifted her dress, tore a hole in her knickers, lifted my skirt and inserted my cock deep inside her. Things went a little mad for a short while, neither of us lasted long as we came together and then got out of the pool.
This was my first attempt at cross-dressing and not my last, both in and out of water (if you haven't tried it, give it a go, it feels as good as it looks).
Julie was separated and going through a divorce, she lost the house but gained me. We married 10 months later and Sam lived with us until she met David and moved into their own property. I have now been married five and a half years. Although we haven't got a swimming pool now, we have great clothed fun in the bath, shower and down the beach. When I get time I will tell you of another great time we had (yes I was wearing woman's clothes) at the beach. Until then live and love well and keep wet.
by Bill
I have written this segment from the life of Marc and Carol who have many sexual adventures of which this is only one. Perhaps one day I shall tell more of their adventures but, for wet-look fans, this is where the fun begins for Marc......
Once again the British weather was in charge. Marc was feeling down as he left the office in the pouring rain to catch his train. Although it may be an overstatement to say Marc hated his job, it would certainly be true to say that watching paint dry would be more interesting.
How he envied Carol for her exciting job. She got to meet lots of different people, wear lovely clothes and had one of those much-coveted expense accounts. Marc's life had changed almost beyond recognition since he met Carol. Previously the boring train ride to the office, followed by a day doing mundane paperwork was capped off by an equally uninspiring train ride back home. Now he had a purpose to life, the thought of coming home to Carol lifted his spirits. Before, he would arrive home, dump his coat, and flop in front of the TV with a microwave meal or a take-away, bought between the station and home. Tonight he planned to have a bath, there should just be time, and have the evening meal started before Carol arrived home.
Carol would always arrive home looking fresh and immaculate as if she had only just got ready to go out. Thinking of how she looked produced a knot in Marc's stomach. Last night she came home wearing the most unbelievable combination of a tight red dress and matching jacket which showed off every delectable curve of her body. Marc felt a twinge of envy as he thought of her clients and how lucky they were to do business with such a gorgeous woman.
Marc was also impressed with her calm sense of humour and natural grace. Last week, the waiter at the restaurant where she was entertaining some clients tripped over the corner of the dessert trolley and tipped an entire banana showboat with all the trimmings down her green two-piece suit. Apparently she just smiled as the melting ice cream soaked through her skirt and into her knickers, then she waved the embarrassed and over-apologetic waiter away. Ignoring all offers to help her clean up, she carried on with business as if nothing had happened.
Marc was starting to feel quite aroused at the thought of chocolate and raspberry sauce splattered over the front of her blouse and jacket, and the idea of her casually walking towards the door after the meal accompanied by her bemused clients with melted ice cream, pieces of banana, fruit and assorted chopped nuts dripping off the hem of her skirt onto her shoes – well, Marc nearly developed a wet patch in his trousers!
Suddenly, Marc was jolted from his daydream as he realised the train had reached his stop. He smiled again as he stepped off the train and wondered how Carol would be dressed tonight. Marc and Carol's timetables were out of synch, Marc left the flat before 7.30 am and Carol refused to clamber out of bed until 8.00am at the earliest. As a result, the only time Marc got to see Carol dressing was at the weekend. They had an agreement to wear casual clothes at the weekend as they both had to dress smartly for work every other day of the week. This meant Marc always had the joy and excitement of not knowing how Carol would look each evening until she arrived home.
The heavy rain had given way to lovely evening sunshine and the birds were singing as Marc crossed the park and walked towards home. As he turned the key in the lock he had an overwhelming sense of excitement and expectation for the evening ahead.
As he walked through to the dining room he noticed a piece of paper on the table filled with Carol's handwriting, it read "will call at the shops on the way home so I will be a little late. See you later, love and kisses, Carol". The note was overlaid with a lipstick kiss, reminding Marc again of how much he loved this girl.
"Well", he thought out loud, "I've got time to bung something in the oven and have a bath whilst it's cooking."
Marc busied himself with the preparation of a lasagna, and when it was done he placed the dish in the oven to cook, feeling very satisfied with life. He ran the bath, got undressed, and slid gratefully into the luxuriant bubbles enjoying the caress of the warm water after his tedious day at the office. Soon, Marc's thoughts returned to Carol.
Although it was true Carol earned a lot of money, Marc would still be often surprised at how little regard she gave to her clothes. Only the day before yesterday she had got caught in a thunderstorm on her way home from work. She arrived in the hallway drenched and dripping large quantities of water from the hem of her dress. Her thin and soaked leather jacket clung seductively to her breasts and the dripping water made puddles on the hall carpet around her sopping shoes. Suppressing his arousal, Marc had expressed shock at the state of her clothes. Carol had just laughed and shook her wet hair all over him before squelching off to the bedroom to get changed. She had noticed his arousal and, unknown to Marc, had shaped a plan to initiate him into wet-look. Carol had laughed again later when it had become obvious that her dress had shrunk from the soaking it had received.
The warm arousal between his legs, the warm scented bath water and his happy memories became mixed and floated through his relaxed being. With images of Carol's happy face flitting through his mind, Marc drifted off to sleep.
He woke with a start when he heard the door of the flat open. Gathering his thoughts quickly, Marc realised he had fallen asleep and his heart began to beat faster as he realised Carol had arrived home. He heard footsteps going through to the kitchen and then, a few moments later, approach the bathroom. His heart was now pounding, Marc wondered with excitement - what would she be wearing?
There was to be no disappointment. Carol entered the bathroom and smiled at Marc who feasted his eyes on her loveliness. She was wearing a black wool business suit with a fitted jacket and full skirt all lined in deep red, a cream blouse, black leather boots, black leather gloves and a cute black hat decked with a red ribbon.
"Hi," she said as she casually sat on the edge of the bath letting the edge of her skirt trail in the bath water, "dinner smells good."
"Hi," croaked Marc, not sure what was going to happen next. He noticed her leather gloved hands and imagined where he'd like those to go.
Carol saw the look in his eyes and, not to disappoint him, leaned towards him and slipped a leather gloved hand into the water. She gently caressed Marc's leg, enjoying the feel of the warm water slowly soaking through the soft leather and wetting her hand. She moved her hand higher up Marc's leg, giving him severe control problems as rising delight gave way to rising manhood, and almost gave way to a little fountain in the bath!
The ecstasy of Carol's gloved hand running up the inside of Marc's leg and over his crotch was excruciating. Carol slid her hand down Marc's side going lower and allowing her jacket cuff to soak slowly in the water. She leant farther over, Marc could smell her perfume. Her wet hand rested on the bottom of the bath to support herself as she leaned over Marc letting the hem of her jacket trail in the water. Marc looked down and watched the water darkening the red lining as it crept up the material wetting more and more of her jacket as it went.
Marc lifted his hand and ran it across Carol's skirt leaving wet patches as he caressed her thigh. He moved his hand slowly to her waist and around her back; Carol let him pull her gently into the bath with him.
Carol slipped away in sensual heaven as Marc drew her deeper into the bath. She felt the water soak her skirt and jacket, heard a gurgle and plop as her handbag filled with water, and then felt the sheer heaven of warm water slowly soaking into her boots as she lowered her feet into the bath. Carol ran her remaining dry hand down Marc's chest, into the water, across his stomach, and gently stoked his welcoming hardness. Marc winced inwardly and again nearly came as Carol gently kissed him letting him drink in the warm scent of her lipstick.
"I brought a bottle of wine back with me" purred Carol "shall I go and get it?"
"Yes," squeaked Marc "I mean, yes please!"
Carol slowly stood up in the bath; all that was left dry now was one shoulder. Water cascaded from her clothing and poured off the hem of her skirt. Her soft leather handbag bulged and dripped water copiously. She stepped out of the bath as if it was the most natural thing in the world with no concern at all for her soaked clothing. Carol was enjoying this to the full. The water slopped out of her boots as she lifted each foot over the edge of the bath in turn. Marc leant over and watched with joy as the water squeezed through the leather of each boot as she placed her feet on the bathroom floor.
"I'll be back soon." she said, making a puddle on the carpet where she stood.
Marc watched her slosh out of the bathroom, obviously enjoying every minute of what she was doing. The thought of her walking unhurriedly along the hallway to the kitchen, dripping water as she went sent Marc back into ecstasy and for the fourth time he fought the desperate surge in his groin.
Soon Carol returned, still dripping, carrying a bottle of wine, two glasses and a corkscrew. She stepped back into the bath as she handed Marc the bottle and corkscrew, enjoying the feel of her boots filling with water once more. As Marc slowly wound the corkscrew in, Carol placed the glasses on the side of the bath and gently sat down. The sodden material trapped the air and ballooned around her making rude noises as she pressed the air out and allowed the water to flood in. Whilst Marc filled the glasses, Carol reached into her waterlogged hand bag for her compact and lipstick. Dripping water prettily she tidied up her make-up. Marc was captivated by what was happening right in front of him and Carol giggled as Marc let the wine run over the edge of the glass. She leant forward to kiss him letting her make-up drop into the bath along with her hand bag.
Marc was gazing dreamily at Carol's dry hat, so she reached out and took Marc's hand still holding the bottle and guided it above her head. Marc obediently tipped the bottle over Carol's head and watched the wine run over the crown of her hat and cascade off the brim. Carol tipped her head back and allowed the wine to wet her face, smudge her mascara and run into her mouth. Marc was now into sensual overload and was lost to Carol's fantasy as it unfolded before his disbelieving eyes.
When the bottle was empty, Carol took it from his hand, and kissed him again. Then she stood up, took Marc by the hand, and led him from the bath out into the hallway. Marc listened to her squishing boots and the swish of her skirt as he was led willing and aching with joy into the bedroom. Carol drew back the duvet and slopped backwards onto the bed pulling Marc after her.
Marc lifted Carol's sodden skirt, pulled her wet panties down and said a silent prayer of thanks to Carol's preference for stockings. Then he lowered himself into her soft wetness feeling ecstasy and relief. He listened to the squish of water between them knowing the mattress would be soaked. But, if Carol didn't care then why should he? Carol didn't care, she was having as much difficulty holding her climax as Marc, and soon they both came and collapsed in each other's arms.
As Carol lay in her wet clothes with Marc half asleep at her side, she smiled - Marc was converted.
She remembered the dinner in the oven and the wine still not drunk and thought; Marc doesn't know about the chocolate gateaux in the fridge.........
by Rick
A couple weekends ago we had a party in our neighborhood for a group of us that get together now and then. This was a kind of "say good-bye to summer" theme with 3 couples, all in their early/mid 30's. It was held at Bill and Pat's house - they have a really nice in-ground pool and spa. To my surprise (and unbelievable enjoyment) it turned out to be a very wet night, I thought you'd enjoy hearing about it as well.
My wife, Marie, and I showed up first and soon after while Jean and Mike arrived a little later. It was a nice night outside - temps in about the mid 70's and clear. We started off about 7PM around the table by the pool with some wine and cheese. one made the typical comments about how nice the pool looked and how it was a shame that summer was coming to an end. We talked and told jokes for about an hour before we started dinner on the grill. Because the hosts (Bill and Pat) had run out of lighter fluid for the fire, Bill had to go out to get more which took about a half hour. Meanwhile, the rest of us continued to drink more wine. By the time Bill got back and the dinner was on the grill, everyone was a little tipsy and it was beginning to show. The jokes were getting a little more racey and the laughter a little louder.
It was about 9 when we finally ate and by that time we were all pretty loose, with the exception of Pat who was always the more conservative of the 3 ladies. Marie and Jean were clearly feeling no pain because after dinner the they got up and offered to help Pat clear the table and they were laughing about how they didn't think they could make it back into the house without dropping a plate. Marie told Jean to take off her shoes - it would be easier to walk without heels on which she then did. As Pat, Jean and Marie were inside, Bill, Mike and I drank some more wine. Pat turned on the lights to the pool and also we saw that the spa went on as it was bubbling for the first time.
When they came out of the house, Bill asked Pat why she turned on the spa - and she said that Marie had told her to because she might want to go in later and Jean thought it was a good idea as well. When Mike heard this, he asked Jean if she was going to go back home to get her bathing suit to which she said she was going to wait until later. I asked Marie what her plan was, and she asked if I would drive her home to get it (we live near-by).
I told the group that we better go now to get it because I wasn't sure I'd be able to drive later, and I offered to drop Jean off as well to get hers in the same trip. That's when things started to get interesting.
Marie was wearing a very pretty outfit - white linen pants with a silky v-neck, loosely fitting sleeveless blouse. She loves to wear gold jewelry, so she had on some pretty "hoop" gold earrings with a gold chain, matching bracelet, anklet, etc. with red medium-heel shoes. When she was getting dressed that night I noticed she put on the red lacey bra that I bought her last Christmas to my surprise. She also wore white semi-bikini panties with a little lace trim on top and the sides. I remember thinking how much fun it was going to be when we got home that night. My wife always looks great when we go out - she's kept herself in good shape and it shows.
Marie and I got up from the table to go to the car. We had to walk by the pool to get there, and on our way she crouched down on the deck to feel the water. As she stuck her hand in I could see her loose-fitting shirt fall down a bit and her red bra strap show over her shoulder. I thought ... mmmm ... I'd love to see her in the pool but she'd probably kill me ... I can't wait until later when we get home! As she swished her hand around in the water she said how nice it felt in the evening air and said "I wish I had my suit on now". Given my state of mind, I decided I'd test her to see what her frame of mind was for going in fully clothed. At that point I said, "Marie, I'd prefer not to drive home right now given how I feel, perhaps we should walk " or just forget about a swim for tonight". She replied "no-way, I really want to have fun on our last summer party. Let's get going so we can get back quickly"
Just then Jean walked up and asked Marie how the water felt.
Jean is the lady that if I were not married I'd be all over. She's a knock-out, the former cheerleader type with a very perky (and smart) personality to boot. A blonde of course, she wore a pretty semi-sheer blue pants-suite outfit. You could see a very sexy white camisole underneath with thin straps - it didn't look like she was wearing a bra under it. She also had white bikini panties on that were somewhat visible through her pants. I remember thinking that it was a little on the sexy side for the kind of neighborhood party we were having, but who was I to complain! She had her matching blue shoes off from before when they ladies cleared the dinner dishes.
Marie said to Jean, "the water feels great", but my hubby is now balking at taking us home to get our suits. Jean said "c'mon, then, let's not depend on him". At that point she put her hands on Marie's shoulders and gave a push and in she went! It was a terrific site - the water splashed up and hit me and Jean, and when Marie surfaced I thought she was going to be furious - but instead she came up laughing and splashing us. She said "wow, this water is fabulous ... who needs a bathing suit?"
At that point, Pat, Bill and Mike joined me and Jean at the side of the pool. Marie looked awesome - her shoulder length black hair was plastered to her back and her silky red blouse now molded to her pretty body. You could see the lace of her bra through her shirt and her nipples stood out very clearly. Her gold jewelry was glistening in the light of the pool against her wet red blouse. She was in about 3 feet of water and then walked over to the steps and started coming out. The first thing that I saw was her white pants sticking to her legs and being so transparent that you could see the lace trim of her panties easily. The outline of her bra was perfect ... almost as if it were part of her shirt. At that point everyone was looking at her and saying "how's the water?".
As she walked over to us she was pulling her blouse off her stomach and her pants off her butt but without result - they just stuck to her like a second skin. She looked terrific, the red silk and white linen fabrics soaked thoroughly and showing her very attractive 34c's and pretty waistline. It was clear to her that her nipples were poking though, because she said "ok guys - don't look too hard now!" to which we laughed.
As Marie walked over to us, Jean said "how about another glass of wine"?
To that it was clear to all of us what Marie was going to do to Jean who she had just splashed and got her top a little wet ...
She said "well, Jean, looks like I did without a bathing suite so I'm sure you can too".
Jean started to back away saying that she couldn't go in with her clothes on - that they'd get ruined.
Mike, her husband, put his arms around her at that point and said "don't worry, honey, I'll be happy to buy you a new outfit to replace it".
To that Marie said "c'mon, Jean, you have no excuses now".
To everyone's surprise, Jean walked over to the side and said "OK, here I go" and dove in like she'd done it a hundred times. Wow, did she ever look great.
When she came up she went over to the steps immediately and her back was to us. You could see the sheer fabric clinging to her back, arms and her butt. Her warm, tanned skin was interrupted only by her white nylon bikini panties and her pretty camisole and its lace trim around the sides. When she turned around she looked great, that slim cheerleader body (I'd say she was a 34b) firm muscular through her short sleeves. It was a perfect cling! She too was excited and her nipples were clearly showing through the thin fabric.
At that point, Marie walked over to her, they both started laughing and went down the steps to the pool go for a longer swim.
"C'mon in you guys" they yelled to us from the water ... and we all looked at each other as to say "well - I guess we ought to do it". I was secretly in heaven at this point and couldn't wait to go in.
Pat spoke up and said that she was going inside to change. Bill is a conservative guy like her, and I was surprised to hear him tell her that she'd be out of place with Jean and Marie if she got changed.
Pat said "the difference is that I'm wearing a dress".
Pat was a good looking woman as well, with curly brown hair and a very pretty smile. She was a little heavier than the others but not overweight - just bigger in all the right places. She had on a flower print sundress with spaghetti straps, and it wasn't clear if she was wearing a strapless bra or not.
Anyway, she got up and said "I'll be down in a minute".
To that, Bill said, "no, Pat, you really ought to join your friends right now" and started walking her over to the side.
She was saying in a very stern voice not to throw her in, but Marie and Jean were chanting "Go, Bill, Go".
And in she went.
She also looked great, her dress floating to the top ... and my question was answered. No, she wasn't wearing a bra at all - her very shapely breasts (36c or d) were formed perfectly to her dress. Her nipples were big and bold, really highlighting a very awesome site with her soaked dress.
At that point the 3 of us took off our shirts and dove in with our slacks on and had a ball for the rest of the night. We played pool basketball with the ladies and volleyball and even had a chicken fight. I couldn't keep my eyes off Jean during the fight, though, it seemed that the longer she was in the better she looked. She also kept going in and out for different reasons, and each time she did her sheer outfit seemed to fit her even better. That camisole was so sexy when wet, and you could see very clearly her pretty butt and her lacey panties going in a v-shape up to her hips - what a pretty site! Pat looked really great as well - she was one of those people that the longer you look at her the better she looked ... you could see a little of her panties though her dress as well - they were a rose color with flowers on them. I'll never forget them.
Since that night I've thought of Marie often - especially when we are having sex. I was so infatuated with her silky red top with her bra straps showing and her pretty panties showing through her pants. Both from the front and the back, what a site to see!
Anyway, we stayed in for over an hour and when we got out we had coffee and desert and agreed we'd have to have a "hello spring!" party next year. Trust me, it's now on the calendar!
When we got home, Marie said she wanted to take a shower to get the chlorine out of her hair, so I turned on the water and said "come on, let's finish the night right!". We went in with our clothes on, stripped off slowly in the shower and made great love under the warm water. She kept her soaking bra and panties on as we made love, they felt so warm and soft next to her skin.
Needless to say, this was about the best night of my life. I hope you enjoyed hearing about it.
It's Saturday evening and I'm sitting on a chair in a cold laboratory. Quiet and monotone whirring fills the atmosphere of this room. I'm sitting behind the monitor of my computer and all my thoughts are drifting far away. My name is Sophia and I'm a scientist in a professorship of sea-biology in Germany. Now I'm 31 years old girl. I'm not blond, blue-eyed or tall, but I'm proud of my slim and female body and my attractive looking. I never had the chance for a relationship with my dream-man, because my career demands all my spare time and concentration until I got the most fabulous massage in the last year......
I remember this day in April 1996. I was sitting in my office. My professor was coming in, holding an official peace of paper in his hands.
"Mrs Wagner, would you please so kind and follow me to Australia?"
I couldn't avoid a deep breath, because a wonderful dream had become true. Three Years ago I graduated as a scientist for sea-biology. As long as I can imagine, I kept my love for the mysticism of the ocean. As a young girl I developed myself to a real mermaid. If the weather was fine and the water warm enough for a swim, then I got my bag ready for a wet day in our nearby lake. It was so fascinating to watch all the coloured water-plants and the beautiful fish under the surface. My mask and fins had become to my very important tools. Now I got the possibility to do my work directly in a dreamlike ocean.
One week later I got my suitcase packed. My mother concerned about my trip to Australia. "Sophia, darling! You can't go in Your jeans. Please, change your clothes and put on a frock and stockings", she criticised. Oh Mom, this is the trip of my life and You worry about my clothes. Okay, I fetched this kind of dress out of my drawer. It's unbelievable, but these clothes arranged to a key for my happiness.
It was a long journey and after two days we arrived Sidney. Another scientist from Germany was waiting for us at the airport.
"Hello Wolfgang, it's nice to meet You", Professor Bruckner said.
I had just a few seconds to have a look at this beautiful young man. Not this kind of Arnold Schwarzenegger, but with a tall and well-trained body. Yes, I couldn't prevent a soft and sweet feeling inside me, after he just said "Hello Sophia". We went by car to the harbour were our ship was waiting for us. The sun was shining well and the smooth wind swirled through the open window, turned around my hair. Oh dear, my frock and my pantyhose didn't give the cool air any chance to reach my skin. Oh, Mother! Your advises are marvellous. Our ride stopped on the quay.
"Okay, everyone gets off!" Wolfgang ordered.
The ship was fascinating! The boat was full with technical devices. I was in the captain's cabin as Wolfgang shouted for my name.
"Mrs Wagner, would you like to see our reef?" He asked me.
His funny brown eyes didn't allow any "No"
"Let me fetch my bag out of the car, because....", I couldn't complete my sentence.
"No, Mrs Wagner it's just a short trip and we are back in half an hour. Professor Wagner is waiting for us in the Institution."
Oh dear, there was no chance to change my clothes. The engine started and the powerful ship was going on the fast lane to this reef. We were alone on this ship. The water whizzed under the fast moving keel of the ship.
I kicked of my shoes and went into the dressing room. Why not wear of my panties and pantyhose? Some moments had passed and I held the pantyhose and panties in my hands. No, this is not very clever, Sophia. What would he say, if he recognises my undressing?
"Mrs Wagner, please come up", Wolfgang shouted and the engines were throttled.
I picked up my silky pantyhose and put them over my legs. Quickly I hid my panties in a bucket, which stands behind a chair. I climbed up the bridge and looked around. Oh what a wonderful country. Majestic clip prevents the country against the heavy waves, which were thrown again and again against the rocks. The water was crystal clear and in the deep of 25 feet the reef was full of live and colours.
"Oh no!" Wolfgang groaned. "Those fishermen did it again!"
He pointed with his finger to some dancing balls on the water.
"This dammed net threatens our reef".
He went into the cabin and came back with a mask, a pair of fins and a knife. He took of his shirt and with one jump he disappeared into the water. I was leaning against the rail and was watching his diving. Suddenly I felt the urge to tease this lovely man. I never felt this before, because I was to busy in my studies. Oh God, he must be a kind of fish, because he did not return to the surface to catch fresh air.
Why did it take so long time? Are there any problems? He came up and was waving his arm.
" Mrs Wagner, I need your help!, he shouted. "The net is to strong and just over the reef. Please come in!"
Oh dear, he caught me! My bathing suit is in my bag in the car and under my frock I was just wearing my pantyhose on my naked body! Again Wolfgang cried:
" Hurry up, it's urgent!"
I turned around and gripped a mask, which was lying on a desk. I hold a pair of fins in my hands. Dammed, not the right size! I run back to the rail and was on the way to wear off my frock. Oh, no! I remembered my secret nudity under my skirt. Okay! Let me diving in my skirt. With the mask right on my face I made a step forward and jumped into the water. In an ocean of bubbles I sank some feet down. My frock was totally soaked with water and the last pearls of air out of my frock disappeared up to the surface. The ocean abandoned the secret under my skirt. My lappet floated around my breasts and just in this moment Wolfgang stared at my legs and my belly, which were presented in their best looking in the blue and sunny water.
As my pantyhose was not dark coloured or of thick garment, I offered him the best view on my womanhood. I pulled my lappet down and dove to him. The thick fishnet was full with seaweed and little fish. These poor devils were trapped between the knitted lines with no chance for escaping. Wolfgang was very busy and he cut knot for knot to untie the net from the red buoy. Oh Wolfgang, I'm not a fish like you! After one minute my lungs were crying for fresh air. I was tipping with my finger at his shoulder to show him, I have to return to the surface. I burst all my air out of my mouth and followed my dancing bubbles to the sun. He grabbed my thighs and pushed my body upward to get me a little bit faster to the surface. I was heavily breathing and hold my position by grabbing the red buoy. With my right foot I slipped in a loop. This loop were build in the line, which connected the red buoy with the net. So I could really stand in the deep water. I looked down and surprised Wolfgang, who was a little bit sneaking under my dress.
Oh You little boy! We just had say Hello and You are now observing the secrets under my dress. Also Wolfgang had to come back to the fresh air.
"We...", he spluttered "we are ready!" He hold up his knife. "Now we can cut this the net."
He placed his mask on his forehead. With one hand he grabbed the red buoy, the other hand started to free the reef from a deadly tool. I couldn't believe this overwhelming situation. Only some hours ago I was sitting in a cold room in front of my computer. Now I'm swimming in crystal blue water, wearing a dress and looking to a young man, who is generating very sensitive feelings inside me.
Underwater at first my silky legs touched accidental his strong calf, because we tried to hold hour heads above the surface. But more and more the touches weren't of accidental nature. I was the one, who started to tease him with my toes. Oh Sophia, is it you? This kind of women, who was not designed for quick adventures? Now You start to flirt with this man, without knowing anything about his character. "Good Bye fishnet! Down to the ocean floor!" he said very proudly and cut the last fibre of the rope. I heard the "Rip" and without any warning the nightmare began......
I had in mind to wear off my mask as a strong power dropped me under the surface. I had just the time to breath in as I disappeared to the ocean floor. I was struggling with my arms and tried to come back to the surface. A flash of inspiration overran my brain: A shark got me! It was not a fish! For heavens sake! My right foot was trapped in the loop and my ankle was tied absolutely close fit. Down and down was my way under water. With wide open eyes I saw the struggling legs of Wolfgang, who didn't recognised the danger. The net drilled itself in the sandy floor of the ocean! I tried to free myself, but I couldn't remove my right foot out of the loop. Oh, no, this can't be true! Suddenly I felt Wolfgang's hand at my legs. He tried to tear a whole in the net, but he failed. 30 seconds had past. My heart was pounding. Wolfgang, where are you going! With heavy strokes he dove to the ship! Don't let me alone! Every second let me come a little bit nearer to the stage of heaven!
One minute passed!
I stopped struggling! With closed eyes I concentrated to hold my breath! After 1 and a half minute everything inside me was burning. My lips were pressed together. I looked around, was watching the ship. Please, Wolfgang come back! My skirt was floating around me. 15 feet under the surface I was staying upright in the water with no chance for escaping from this bondage. Suddenly all my fear for death had gone. Again I closed my eyes. All my thoughts changed into pictures. With a smile I burst out my last air. After they passed my lips I softly spread my arms and felt down. A quiet voice told me to breathe! Sophia do it now! I did it and was shocked about the fresh air, which filled my lungs. Wolfgang was back! Oh God, he was on the ship, found a little air tank and jumped back into the water. After he found me, he stuffed an air-regulator into my mouth. Saved! Thanks God for this quick-witted man, who found the air-tank.
I was coughing, but every breath was a relief. Wolfgang was kneeling in front of me and carefully pulled my leg out of the loop. For two times we changed the air-regulator. I didn't made any effort to drop down my floating frock. Yes, I allowed him to have a look on my female lips under the pantyhose! Finally my foot was free again. Wolfgang took me in his arms and we both dove back to the surface. I took off my mask and put my arms around his neck. How long did I laid in his arms after I had seen the sun again? It must be an eternity! We didn't say any word. "Now You are feeling better?" he asked. I nodded with my head. After I gave him a soft kiss on his lips I swam to our boat. Before I climbed up the ladder at the side of the ship he said: "Hey, this is the sexiest diving suit I ever saw". In this moment I was not in the good mood, but I answered him with a smile.
After he climbed up the ladder, again I embraced him and gave him another soft kiss on his lips: "Thank You", I whispered.
In this moment I decided to give him a very special 'Thank You' during our studies in this reef!
... to be continued ...... Sophia
Hi I went to help out at a summer fete at our local school on Saturday.
It had been a glorious week of solid sunshine, the morning looked good, the sun was shining despite a few clouds.
We had helped at the event over the past 3 years, and it was generally fun raising the money, but quite hard work. Leoni Miller was the spearhead of the event, and despite having a husband on an oil rig in the Gulf for months at a time, managed to almost single handedly organise the event.
One problem was the parking was a long way away from the venue; say at least 1/2 a mile, down a country lane.
There were benefits with loads of young mums there dressed in their summer clothes and light coloured tops etc. There was a profusion of strappy dresses, with others banding together with white denim skirts and tops. Isn't it strange how they all seem to wear the same things, these shorter denim skirts were all the rage, hanging low -with a visible thong underneath. As this was a quite well to do area, there was a general hint of respectability and most the ladies seemed to be wearing bras, some showing their straps on full view under skimpy tops, which I thought was the height of bad taste.
I was wearing a pair of shorts, the kind of thing you might wear on the beach; they were unlined, as I had taken it out previously, and made of a blue nylon fabric and a white t shirt. We were doing the hoopla stall, and my wife Sandra was giving the orders as usual. It was fun watching all the punters bend down as they threw the discs.
We were outside as the hall was not very big, and that had the cake stall and Tea and scones etc.
On the next stall Tracy Smythe and her friend Angela Tappley were in charge of the fishing game. They had been working on their tans, and both wore low cut white vest tops, and denim skirts. This was fun anyway as they had to keep bending down to get the prizes and put the fish back in the pond. I enjoyed helping them, much to Sandra's disgust getting heavier objects up for them. They were looking at my body, I could tell; the shorts exposed quite a bit of my legs which were quite hairy and I had built up quite a bit of a tan, which I enjoyed showing off.
I did notice several ladies who appeared braless, but was never close enough to get a good look to absolutely confirm or deny. Leoni however was dressed in a stunning knee length flowing creation in a light green floral pattern. She always looked really cool, despite the heat of the day, a matching cream jacket finished the ensemble off. I always had liked Leoni, as she had a great trim figure, and this was one of the reasons I allowed myself to be 'volunteered' for the fete.
Leoni was circulating about, collecting money from the stalls and generally making sure everything was running smoothly. She was not as big up top as some of the other girls, but a few of them were verging on the excessive size. I reckoned she was a small 34C, but she also had a great bum, despite being a mum of three, the youngest of whom were teenagers.
She came outside again, this time without the jacket, revealing that the dress underneath had crossover straps that exposed half her back. Her shoulders were nicely tanned, and I wondered how she could be wearing a bra underneath. This raised my blood pressure a bit, but I dared not peek.
It was very sunny and hot, but at about 2pm when the fete was in full swing it got very overcast, and muggy.
Then started raining a few spots, there were a few who had thought ahead and these put up umbrellas and pac-a-mac coats. But there were still many more that did not have anything else to wear.
Soon it was coming down in stair rods, and people were huddling under the stands if they could.
The kids were enjoying themselves running around in the rain, but several of the ladies were having real problems, the rain was making a mess of their hair, and some of the lighter coloured outfits were becoming quite see-through.
Tracy and Angela's stall was on the end and caught more of the driving rain. As the rain started I was mesmerised by the sight of their wet clothes and the way that their lacy bras could just be seen through their tops as they tried in vain to get people to stay and have a go on the stall. It was so far to the car park, that they thought the shower might end soon, and allow them to continue at the fete, but it proved more persistent.
I was aware that with the absence of underpants my shorts were sticking to my bum, this gave Angela and the others something to think about. Everyone was still enjoying themselves and huddled under the gazebos, but as it continued we were really struggling. It was quite some to the small hall, and after a particularly nasty downpour several made the 30 yard dash, looking at the others, we decided to join them, and we piled through the entrance and joined the crush.
But it was not cold - just wet - very wet. There were loads of wet clothes sticking to sexy legs, and some had put on coats and jumpers to cover themelves up, but others had not come prepared. It was fun watching these mums as they occasionally had to bend down to deal with something, and with great views down their fronts, and rain splattered breasts. It was so packed that it was impossible not to brush past people, and I enjoyed standing close behind sexy ladies, and if they took a step back then they would crash into me. The sensation of wet clothes against my leg was almost too much to bear. They also got my wet shorts plus lunch box into them, which I thought gave them something to think about as well. I loved looking at their shoulders and thighs, all with goose bumps from the wetting received.
Leoni organised everything so efficiently, even playing a game with the kids to keep them amused. I was memorized by her smile and her sexy dress. She was perfect, and I loved the way she moved. The dress was fitted, and her tender breasts were gently pushed up, She always tried to be discrete, but on the occasions she did lean forwards I had difficulty not looking down her dress, but I managed it, just.
Then eventually the rain stopped and Leoni decided to finish early. Sandra went off to get dry at home. I volunteered to help pack away. It was so much fun watching these wet friends, getting really close to them. I could see Angela's nips through her top, and she did not seem to mind showing them off, mind you she got her own back by emptying the water off the stall tent on my head. I just laughed, and they though it was great fun.
The sun had come out again, and I could tell that they girls were looking at my wet shorts and T shirt, but ignored them. There was one other man there, Charlie, but he had hurt his back, so it was me with Angela, Tracey and Leoni who had to put the tables away. Some were really heavy, so we lifted together. I had fun with the other girls, but with Leoni I was more reticent. It was really hard not sneaking a peek at such close quarters, but I was managing to resist. I really fancied Leoni, her tight waist, and high breasts. She was flirting a bit with me and asked me to help lift a huge box with her, and this time as we bent down together I had little option but to look down her décolletage.
She was tanned down to a certain point, then I saw the white line of her breasts encased in a stylish bandeaux bra. It was only a fleeting glimpse, but I could see it was low cut and with the exertions had slipped down a bit; almost exposing her nipples. Looking up, I caught sight of her blue eyes gazing into mine, she was seemingly asking me what I thought. I felt she was the most sexiest thing on the earth, but did feel sorry for her as by now the bra must have been sticking into her quite a bit.
She slipped away to the loo, and came back with an impish smile on her face. We continued working The dress seemed different, and I suddenly realised that from the back I could not detect her bra strap through the fabric of the dress.
She was definitely more canny about bending over, but putting my arm around her back at the end, confirmed my suspicions. She smiled back at me, enjoying the look of my steaming T shirt and shorts, as they dried off.
The dress material was very pretty, and I worked out that the bodice front bit was double thickness, as I could not see much through it.
The others had finished, so Leoni said they could go home, there was just the locking up to do. She asked me to help with the windows, and said she would give me a lift home.
When we had finished she thanked me for my help, as she would have never managed the high windows by herself. She was normally so well organised, but could not find her jacket, and thought it must have got lost in the pack-up somewhere. She looked slightly perturbed about this loss, but nevertheless continued, she had no option.
Leoni said she would give me a lift home, and stepping outside I realised that there were no cars around, she said it was in the car park, the one that was about a mile away!!!.
With a smile we started walking down the road. Up to that point she had managed to avoid getting herself wet apart form a few spots on her head/hair and shoulders. My clothes of course was almost dry, but stepping into a puddle soaked my feet, and I was squishing around in my trainers.
So we locked up and stated walking to the car park, The trees were still wet and sent the occasional drip downwards. She laughed as it landed our heads, and then again as more as it hit her bare shoulders. There was no pavement and some vehicles were passing. I moved behind her, and watched as her sexy bum as she walked, one lorry went really close and splatted us with the cold gutter water. Leoni caught most of it and It went right up her legs, soaking the bottom of her dress.
As we walked I noticed the increasingly dark clouds in the sky it was not long before it started raining again. It started with a light drizzle, but then got more persistent there were more cars coming past so I went behind her, again and watched as the water slowly soaked her from her the dress was starting to stick to her legs and then her bum.
We went as quickly as we could but the rain got heavier, coming down in sheets. As we reached the car-park I saw the full extent of the damage. The dress was soaked - it was now a dark blue shade, and was sticking to her bum, so much so that I could see the outline of her white panties through it. Her hair was plastered down her back, and the dress was sticking to her legs.
Reaching the car, this was the moment I was waiting for, as she turned towards me. Looking at her face she was smiling and did not seem to mind, at least not too much about being soaked. I said that we could not be wetter. She agreed, she was watching me in my almost see through shorts. Her dress was totally soaked, clinging to everywhere.
I did try to avert my eyes, but looking down saw that the material had welded itself to her tits, and her nipples were standing out like twin towers. Her legs too were encased in the wet fabric, showing the shape of her thigh. She attempted to pull the dress off her body, and succeeded temporarily.
Opening the car door she had to lean in and take the stuff of the passenger seat. For a brief moment I could see right down her dress, her nubile tits standing out erect with the cold.
By now she was covered in goosebumps, and she hurried to get into the car, I joined her and she started the engine.
Looking at her I was totally turned on, and felt my cock growing under the folds of the wet shorts. She also seemed to be ok about being wet, and we chatted as she drove along. She had the fan full on, and we were beginning to get a bit dryer, her dress was still damp and glancing at her tits, they were still welded to the fabric, with erect nips.
I was so overwhelmed by the situation, as with this sexy lady, she was flirting a bit with me, but knowing that we were living in a small community. I wanted to touch her and caress her sexy wet boobs, but I bottled out at the last moment.
We reached our house, and I got out.
I watched as she drove away, berating myself for being so slow.
Then got told off for dripping on the carpet!
By steve - wetlookkiwi@gmail.com
Today was a lovely day, clear skies sunshine and high temperatures so I decided to leave the car at home and walk to work, and am I glad I did. The shortest route to my office crosses a set of playing fields, when I arrived there on the way home I saw the sprinklers were running, not wanting to waste a decent oppourtunity to get wet I decided I would just walk across the field anyway. the spray got my hair, jeans and tshirt partially wet, and although not soaked I was still slightly wet and found it very refreshing.
I had just about reached the other side of the field when I saw a youngish lady watching me, she was very good looking and was wearing white socks and sneakers, a denim skirt and a reasonably tight black T-shirt. as I was passing her she asked me if the sprinklers were as refreshing as they looked on this hot day, I replied that they most definately were. she decided that she had to try it for herself and as she walked towards the sprinklers I turned and followed her, sparking up a conversation about the weather.
It wasn't long before we were chasing and tackling each other to the ground, and we were both completely soaked from head to toe with quite a few patches of mud and grass on our clothes. her skirt had that lovely shimmering wet denim look and her shirt was clinging to her body clearly defining the shape of her bra beneath and her nipples pressing against the wet material. As we sat on the swings on the side of the field letting ourselves dry out a bit I decided to tell her about wetlook and that she looked great in wet clothes, she seemed intrigued and said she was a little turned on by our wet clothes. I asked her if she would consider taking some photos and posting them on here, she said she would think about it and get back to me, so fingers crossed everyone and hopefully I will shortly have some photos to share with you all.
By Lucky Luc
My neighbor, Sam, knocked on my door. Apparantly she needed to get her car back from the garage and her boyfriend wasn't home. So she needed a lift to the garage. She was dressed in a blue knee length jeans skirt, with a belt and black top.
"OK", I said "Give me 5 minutes".
It was only about 15 minutes to the garage, but, unfortunately when we arrived we were informed that her car wasn't quite ready. They suggested we come back in another hour. So we went back to my car. At this point Sam suggested that we kill some time by taking a short walk around the lake, which was only a 3 minutes drive away. The weather was really nice and it sounded like a good idea to me.
Since it was a weekday, the lake was almost deserted. When I saw the water, it looked so inviting I couldnt resist. I went to the water's edge and continued, allowing the water to flood into my trainers, it felt very nice. While I was indulging myself, Sam was sitting onto the grass. I left the water and went over to her and suggested that this was the perfect for another swim. Sam made it pretty clear that she wasn't interested, she hadn't brought her swimsuit, and even if she had, she still had to go to the garage to collect her car.
I called her a spoil-sport and said that whatever she decided, I was going for a swim anyway.
I removed my T-shirt and shoes and ran straight into the the water. When I came back out Sam was still sitting where I left her. She asked me how the water was. I told her that it was really refreshing and that she should try it. By now she had removed her short boots and was sitting bare footed on the sand. We sat together talking while my wet clothes dried out in the sun.
After a while I decied it was time to get back in the water. As I approached the waves Sam walked alongside me, and I could already feel my heart pounding.
"Would she follow me into the water?".
She kept coming, following me until the water was just below the hem her skirt. I splashed her very gently, but to my disappointment she took this as her cue to return to the shore.
"No, I can't swim wearing my skirt and we still have to to go to the garage".
"You will dry, no worries" I comforted her.
Then her cell phone rang. She ran to the place where she had left her handbag and took the call. It was the garage to say that they found something wrong and something needed to be replaced. It would take at least another hour.
Without even thinking I said " see that you can swim and you will be dry until you have to go to the garage".
"I'll just wet my feet a little" she replied.
So we went back into the water. She was really careful not wetting her clothes. I didn't stop me and I went just into the deeper water. But she just stayed there and I went out and sat onto the grass. She said that she liked to stay into the water for now, she really enjoyed the water at her feet.
It felt like watching a movie, and it got more and more exiting. It was like she was in an other world. I'll describe as good as possible was happened.
She went by accident (not really I think) somewhat deeper into the water. Her skirt touched the water and she let it to move slowly over the water surface. The skirt was touching both sides of her body when she moved from left to right and back again.
"Did she like it?"
But unfortunately she came out of the water with only half a centimeter of her skirt wet. She sat next to me and we talked for a while. When we both got up and I just made some silly move as I was going to push her into the water, she said that I wouldn't dare. I was considering this thought. I got up and she got up and then her phone rang. The garage called to confirm that her car was fixed.
I realized that this could be my last change. As soon as the call was ended, she started preparing. When all was prepared and she was ready to go I felt so disappointed in the fact that she hadn't been wet yet that I just took her up in my arms and I went to the water.
She was pretty shocked and dropped her handbag and told me that I was already too late now. But I continued. She shouted about her boots/skirt and that she would get wet. She wanted me to stop to let her at least remove her boots.
For me it was already too late. I was longing to hard to see her wet. So I just continued into the water. When I was waist deep she knew that there was no way out, and I just dropped her into the water.
I thought that she was going to be all mad at me, so I swam a little further as fast as I could. She went out of the water while I was watching. I thought that she was indeed little mad, but when at the shore, she started to remove her boots. Then she ran straight into the water again. She was trying to attack me. We enjoyed the play for some minutes and then went out of the water.
She looked stunning all wet. Her skirt darkened and all clinging to her legs. Her black top showed perfectly the contours of her body and the bra underneath. We dried for about half an our after the swim. Just talking about how much we enjoyed this swim. I told her that I was sorry to throw her in with her boots already on.
She said that she wanted to go in, and she didn't care about her boots that got wet. She was happy that she finally got into the water. In half an hour we weren't dry at all, so I suggested to go home first to change. So we did. When we arrived at home, she got out. I waited for her for a while.
When she came back she was wearing jeans with a tick belt and a denim vest. I noticed that she was wearing the same boots. So I asked her if her boots were already dry. She explained me that the boots weren't dry at all, but that she like the feeling. She also admitted that she was just wearing the same top underneath her vest.
We went back to the garage. When she finally got her car, she asked me if I wanted to go for a swim again. I couldn't say no, but was she really going to get wet in her clothes again?
Oohh, yes! When we arrived there she got out of the car and ran directly into the water. She didn't even care about her jacket and boots. It just seemed that the she liked it to be wet. We swam together again, just enjoying both silent the wet clothes. When we came out out of the water, she though her wet legs and told me that she really enjoyed the water. She removed her jacket and let it dry onto the grass.
We both dried out and enjoyed the swimming adventure. This was time that we separated by both taking our own car home.
Hannah kicked the snow off her boots as she stepped through the door of her parents' house. It seemed strangely quiet for a Saturday lunchtime. The front door wasn't locked, but there was no sign of either of her parents. "Anybody home?" Hannah called out.
"No," came a voice from upstairs.
"Fair enough," Hannah replied, "I'll just go away then."
Grinning, she hung her coat over the end of the bannister and made her way upstairs to the source of the voice. Walking into her old bedroom, Hannah found her twin sister Helen tucked up in bed and watching television. "What are you doing here?" Hannah asked. "You don't live here anymore, remember?"
Helen pulled a face. "My heating's broken down so I stayed here last night. Bloody typical, it works fine all through the summer then goes splat on the coldest night of the year. Anyway, you don't live here either, what's your excuse?"
"I don't need an excuse, I'm just visiting."
"There's nobody in. I told you that."
"You'd better get out then! It's gone noon, why are you still in bed?"
"Because I'm lazy." Helen looked Hannah up and down. "Doesn't matter anyway, you're overdressed so that makes up for me being in my pyjamas."
It was a fair point. Hannah was dressed very smartly in a short-sleeved minidress, mainly white but with a black floral pattern, with a belt, semi-opaque tights and knee-length suede boots, all in black. "Yeah, well... I was out last night and I just put the same clothes on again to come out this morning."
"Yeah, right," snorted Helen. "More like you've been out all night and got so wasted you've forgotten where you live!"
Hannah laughed. It was just like the old days, the two of them back together in their old bedroom, bantering, teasing and just generally talking nonsense to each other. Of course, as teenagers they couldn't wait to leave the family home and gain their independence. Tired of being identical, Helen bleached her mousey brown hair blonde and had it cut short, while Hannah grew hers and dyed it dark brown. Now, at the age of 22, Hannah felt secure enough in her independence to wallow in nostalgia for a little while. She walked over to the window and gazed out at the previous night's snow which today's drizzle was slowly turning to slush. A devilish grin spread across her lips as a thought occurred to her. "Hey, do you remember the time we had an indoor snowball fight?"
It took Helen a moment to remember the incident Hannah was referring to, but when she did, she gasped and roared with laughter. "Oh God, we got in so much trouble for that!"
"Yeah, and you started it!" Hannah teased.
"No I didn't, you did!" protested Helen. "I was in the other bedroom and all of a sudden this big lump of snow came flying across the landing and hit me!"
"Just like this?" asked Hannah, spinning around from the window and letting fly with a slushy snowball.
Helen squealed as the cold wetness hit her smack in the face. She had been so distracted trying to remember who had started the fight all those years ago that she hadn't noticed Hannah scraping snow off the window ledge to start another one. The soft, wet snowball disintegrated on contact, spraying bits of slush all over her face and hair. "Yes," she said, scraping the snow out of her face, "exactly like that."
Scooping as much snow as she could into her hands, Helen reshaped it into a ball ready to launch back at Hannah, but as she raised her arm to throw, another slushy snowball exploded on her chest. Helen caught her breath as the slush soaked through her white pyjama top, making the already cool satin material cold and clingy. "Right, you'll pay for that!" she laughed, as she added what she could salvage from the second snowball to the remnants of the first and hurled it in Hannah's direction.
"Ow!" The more tightly packed iceball caught Hannah in the ribcage, but failed to explode with the same satisfying "Splat!" as her soggy slushballs, although it did leave a slightly damp patch on her dress. Unfortunately for Helen, of course, Hannah still had the advantage of being by the window. No longer having to worry about being discreet, Hannah threw the window wide open and scooped up an armful of snow, wetting her dress far more than the iceball had done. Laughing wildly, she turned on her fleeing sister and dumped the snow down her back.
Half laughing, half screaming, Helen shivered as the cold, wet snow melted on contact with her warm skin, drenching the back of her pyjamas. She pulled the clinging wet material away from her shoulders and back, but it quickly slapped back into place. Scraping up leftover snow from the floor, she advanced menacingly on Hannah, who was backed up against the window and quickly losing the upper hand; she had no means of escape and no snow left with which to fight back.
"Oops, I tripped," lied Helen, lurching forward and delivering an armful of snow all down Hannah's front. Now it was Hannah's turn to squeal as the already melting slush soaked through the front of her dress, helped along by Helen who was taking a sadistic pleasure in rubbing the remaining snow into Hannah's breasts. "Gerroff! Stoppit!" Hannah screeched as the icy wetness soaked into her bra. "I've got to go home like this!"
It was a fair point. Helen finished rubbing slush into Hannah's front and took a step back. The front of Hannah's dress was clinging to her body, her black bra and pink skin quite visible where the melting snow had turned the material see-through. Of course, the same had happened to the back of Helen's pyjama top, indeed the thinner material made her skin even more visible amongst the folds and tiny air pockets trapped under the shiny satin. They both shivered and laughed at what they had done.
"Cold?" giggled Hannah.
"Just a bit," admitted Helen.
"Let's get warm then." Brushing the last of the snow from the front of her dress, Hannah walked out towards the bathroom. Warm towels, thought, Helen, what a good idea. She followed her sister out of the room but was suddenly stopped in her tracks by an explosion of warmth across her front.
"How d'you like them apples?"
For a second Helen didn't know what was happening, then she realised why Hannah had been going to the bathroom - not for towels, but to fill a tumbler with warm water and fling in in her direction at point blank range. Her front was now as wet as her back, but at least it was warm. Looking down though, Helen was glad there was nobody else around but her sister, as her pyjama top was now translucent and moulded to the shape of her breasts, leaving nothing to the imagination. "If I'd known you were coming, I'd have worn a bra," she sneered, pulling the cotton away from her chest. It settled back into place in a slightly less revealing way, although her nipples, hardened by the cold, were still clearly in evidence beneath the soaked fabric.
Hannah grinned. "Your tits are almost as nice as mine," she said cheekily, running away to avoid a glassful of water.
With an annoyed grunt, Helen gave up the chase and replaced the bathroom tumbler. Tired of being cold, she reached over and turned on the shower.
"Do you surrender?" Hannah's head reappeared at the bathroom door.
"Yes, yes, alright, you win," sighed Helen, starting to unbutton her sopping pyjama top. "But in reality I win, because you have to go out in the cold again, whereas I'm about to have a nice hot shower."
Before undressing, Helen took a moment to reflect on the situation. The girls had been brought up to believe that the worst things you could possibly do in life were murder, stealing, telling lies and getting your clothes wet - "You'll catch your death of cold!" was their mother's catchphrase when they were growing up. Now here she was, about to catch her death of cold after all. The quicker she got in the shower, the quicker she would be warm. Her pyjamas were wet anyway, and it was the coldness that was the problem, not the wetness. With a rush of mischievous excitement, she stepped under the shower with her pyjamas still on.
The warm water cascaded over Helen's hair and off her face, immediately flooding through her already wet pyjama top, plastering it to her body for a second time. Her cold body tingled as it readjusted to being warm. The water flowed on down Helen's body, drenching the areas of white satin which had previously remained untouched by the wetness of the snow. It ran onto her belly, around her hips and down her legs, gluing the satin to her skin and revealing more and more of her body beneath the material, like a sculptor chiselling away the excess stone to record every tiny detail of his model's form. Helen turned around to allow the water to work the same magic on her back. Before long her pyjamas were completely saturated and hid nothing, as if she were somehow simultaneously clothed and naked.
"You're even crazier than I thought! What are you doing?"
Helen opened her eyes to see Hannah watching her with amusement.
"I," announced Helen with a flourish, "am taking a shower."
"In your pyjamas?"
"No, in the bathtub." Helen waved her hand in Hannah's direction, lightly spraying her with water as she did so. "It feels quite nice actually. My pyjamas fell all warm and clingy and lovely, instead of cold and clingy and horrible. You should try it."
"What, showering? I've tried it before. Usually with my clothes in the 'off' position though."
"Well, now's your chance to try it with them in the 'on' position." Helen splashed more water at her sister, who squealed again and jumped backwards in a vain attempt to avoid contact. The warm droplets splattered across her chest, re-wetting a few patches of her dress which had begun to dry out.
In that instant, Hannah's rebellious streak kicked in and caution was duly thrown to the wind. Leaning on the wash basin for support, she pulled off her boots and stepped cautiously into the dry end of the bathtub. Showing great restraint, Helen resisted the urge to turn the full force of the shower spray on Hannah; instead she stepped out of the shower and allowed her sister to splash her stockinged feet in the water which had accumulated in the bottom of the tub.
The warmth of the water seeping through the soles of her tights was a pleasant surprise to Hannah. Enjoying the sensation, she took a step forward into the spray, allowing the cascade to run over her feet and up her shins. Her black tights instantly took on a glossy sheen. She wriggled her toes inside them, giggling at the squishy warm feeling.
A key in the door startled the twins back to reality. "Oh crap!" gasped Helen, "Mum and Dad are back!"
Suddenly both girls felt as if they were six years old again. "They'll kill us!" hissed Hannah. "Actually, no, that's not quite right - they'll kill you. I'm in the clear." With that she stepped out of the bathtub and rapidly began to towel her feet dry.
"Hang on, we haven't actually done anything wrong!" Helen half-whispered. "We can get away with this." With some difficulty, she stripped out of her sodden, clingy pyjamas, dumped them in the wash basin and wrapped herself in a towel. "You stick your boots back on, I'll get rid of the evidence."
She began to wring the excess water out of her pyjamas, while Hannah slipped her still damp feet back into her boots. She opened the bathroom door slightly and peeked out. "All clear," she whispered.
The girls tiptoed out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. Helen hung her soggy pyjamas over the radiator to dry and began to towel herself off, while Hannah slipped Helen's cardigan over her dress to cover the damp patches and bounded downstairs. "Hi Mum, hi Dad!" The inaudible squelching of Hannah's wet tights inside her boots was the only evidence of the girls' wet fun and a delicious reminder of their mischief. They were home and dry... this time.