In a previous blog, I shared a story about my girlfriend at that time surprising me by going in the ocean fully clothed. I had mentioned that wasn't the only time during that trip that she got wet. Here's another installment from that same trip to the Outer Banks.

We had rented a house a couple of blocks from the beach with an in-ground swimming pool. We had the house for a full week, but shared it with her sister's family for the first two nights and three days, so I was fairly certain we weren't going to get wet in anything other than bathing suits while they were there. I'd love to be able to tell some wild story of how we got wet undetected, but I was right. On the last day, her sister's husband and kids wanted one last hop in the pool, so I threw on my bathing suit and joined them. My girlfriend said she wasn't getting in and just came out back to watch, still wearing her tight blue jeans and pink v-neck t-shirt that showed just a hint of cleavage from her D-cup breasts.

We swam around in the pool, and played horse with the pool's floating basketball hoop. After about 10 minutes, my girlfriend sat down by the stairs that entered the shallow end of the pool. Without rolling up her jeans, she put her bare feet on the top step. Her feet couldn't have been in more than an inch and a half of water, so the hem of her jeans just barely got a little wet. But, we did trade a knowing glance. She looked at me, then looked down at her feet, then back to me as she lowered her feet down to the next step. Her jeans were now wet from about mid-shin down. But with her sister's family there, she went no further. No one would question getting the bottoms of her jeans wet on what was turning out to be such a hot day. She was just teasing me with what we both knew was to come.

Not long after that, her sister came out to tell her husband that, aside from their wet swimsuits, which could go in a plastic bag by the door, they were all packed. He got out to change and load the car. Her sister sat down next to her and they chatted while the car was loaded. Pretty soon, the kids were summoned from the pool and told to change for the drive home. Since we'd have the house to ourselves for the first time on this trip very shortly, I decided this was the time for me to change from my bathing suit into something a little more fun for the pool, jeans and a t-shirt. That earned me a sexy smile from my girlfriend because she knew exactly what I intended to do in those clothes. Given how hot it was, I would have otherwise put on shorts.

About 15 minutes later, we finished our goodbyes and watched them drive off. At this point, my girlfriend took me by the hand and simply said, "Our turn now," as she led me back outside to the pool and right back to those stairs. Without missing a beat, she stepped right in, first to the top step, then the second, and right to the third, with the water now just above her knees. She turned around and asked, "Is this what you were hoping for?" With one eyebrow raised, I just nodded in approval and stepped down onto the first step. I could feel the water just beginning to brush against the hem of my jeans. I wanted to savor each progression, so I slowly stepped down to the next step, where the water came up to mid-shin. After a few moments of feeling my jeans flowing around the bottoms of my legs, I joined her on the third step. The water was almost over my knees, but not quite. We were both still dry enough that we hadn't passed the point of no return, but that ended with her next step down to the fourth step, which brought the water up to the top of her gorgeous tight denim-clad thighs, with a stark line circling her thighs between the dark blue wet denim below and still dry lighter blue denim above. I immediately joined her and went in for a long wet kiss. With both hands, I squeezed her tight round bottom, knowing that the dry denim in my hands would soon be soaked.

At that point, I could no longer resist waiting to see her all wet. But I knew if I just pushed her off the step, she would land on her feet in the shallow end, which would only have her wet just above her belt (which, as a side note, she almost always wore a belt when she got wet...a detail I loved, which is ironic because I rarely ask my models to wear a belt). So in one quick movement, I swept one leg behind hers and pushed her over it, making sure that her feet were no where close to being under her as she went over. Her brief yelp was cut off as her head went under in a small splash as she fell over sideways into the shallow end. She came up from under water with her blond hair now plastered to her head and the top of her shirt, and her mouth wide open, partially out of surprise, but because I knew her well at this point, it was also part erotic exhilaration from finally being soaked from head to toe. The hint of cleavage now grew to a healthier portion of cleavage as the weight of the sodden t-shirt pulled her dipping neck line even lower. She immediately wound up to launch the biggest splash she could muster as I reveled in the glorious soaking it gave me before intentionally falling over into the pool myself. At this point, she walked over to and up the stairs, with her tight, wet, dark blue, glistening ass intentionally shimmying from side to side with each step. I watched with great enjoyment as the water ran down and off her jeans, slapping and splattering on the concrete with each step, while she walked around to the deep end, where, without pausing, she walked up onto the diving board, got a nice start, and dove head first into the deep end, clothes and all. We swam around and played for a bit, alternating between her getting out to show me her gorgeous soaked curves, only to jump back in before her skin tight jeans had a chance to loose their watery shine, and starting to fool around and feel each other's wet bodies.

It wasn't long before she was peeling off my wet t-shirt, signaling my cue to relieve her of her soaked cottony top, revealing her large breasts straining against her too small D-cup bra. So I relieved her breasts of that too. We embraced while she hopped up to wrap her legs around me and started to slowly and gently grind the crotch of her wet jeans against the fully upright bulge inside my own wet jeans. We went on like this for a good 5-10 minutes, just enjoying the sensations of each other's bodies, being in wet jeans, and feeling each other's wet jeans. But as was bound to happen, we each unbuttoned and unzipped each other. It felt so good when she released my throbbing cock from inside my jeans.

As I began to line up my cock with her pussy, I started to wonder if we would have difficulty doing this in the water. Much to my delight, I slid into her without even a hint of difficulty. Since this back yard only had tall hedges closing it in, we were conscious of not being overtly loud. As a result, we went very slow and deliberate, which only served to heighten the erotic tension, causing us both to cum within minutes.

We swam around naked for a bit before retrieving our underwear and jeans from the bottom of the pool and putting them back on, which isn't as difficult as it sounds when you're still in the water. Leaving her bra off, she threw her t-shirt back on, and I did the same. We played and swam for a bit more before our pruney fingertips got the best of us and we decided to get out. But neither of us really wanted out of our wet clothes, so we dried our hands and laid out in the sun on a couple of lounge chairs. Our clothes dripped through the slats of the chairs, while the sun began to try to dry the front of our bodies.

The books we had been reading out there at around sunrise were still there, so we just laid out and read. After about an hour, the blue of our jeans was just starting to get a little lighter as they were drying. At this point, it became clear that it was too hot to keep sitting outside in full length jeans. The evaporative cooling effect of the wet clothes was beginning to wear off. I yearned to be back in the pool, so I got up and took a flying leap right back in that pool, relishing the immediate soaking and the feeling of my clothes gently brushing against my skin in the water. At that point, she said, "It's about time. I was starting to roast." With that, she jumped right in to join me. Since my camera was just inside and her braless breasts were testing the limits of that plastered on see-through shirt, I ran inside, soaked clothes and all, to get the camera. I had a blast, clicking away, as she exited and re-entered the pool countless times to show off her soaked body for my camera. This ended up being one of my favorite picture sets of her, not only because she looked fantastic, but because these are the same jeans she would be wearing the next evening when we went for our walk on the beach that unexpectedly found us in the waves. Since I don't have any pictures from the beach, these pool pictures remind me of both wet experiences. I snapped well over 500 pictures of her climbing out of the pool and jumping or diving back in. It seemed as though she was in constant motion, trying to get the most out of this particular soaking.

Again, while I won't share these pictures, I will say that they ended with her sitting on the steps at the shallow end, legs spread wide, leaning back, rubbing her pussy through her jeans and groping her breasts, ultimately ending with her hand inside her wet jeans. But, I will also burst your bubbles, as she wasn't really doing anything with that hand. She and I were both exhausted by this point, so she was really just posing for the picture and not actually masturbating. We went inside, stripped off our wet clothes, threw them in the washer to get out as much chlorine as possible, and passed out for long naps. What sweet dreams!