Not too long ago, someone requested my ex-girlfriend Tiffany's version of the time she got all wet at Dominique's pool shoot. I reached out and she was thrilled to have something to do while cooped up at home. There was one hitch. She had gone to several shoots and got soaked literally every time she came to one, so she had trouble remembering which one I was referring to. I had to send her pictures of Dominique from that shoot to trigger her memory. I didn't want to send her my version of it because I really wanted to get her memory. It's interesting to me to see where we thought the same thing and where we have different memories So, here is Tiffany's version of getting wet at Dominique's shoot. But I'll warn you, she's much more graphic than I am, so if that's not your thing, don't read it.

When he first told me that he was a photographer and that he ran a website, I wasn't sure how to take it. I didn't know how much I liked him being around all of these beautiful women, especially that they would be all wet in their clothes. He assured me that he behaved professionally at the shoots and said that I was welcome to come along to see what it was like. He was certain I'd feel better when I got a glimpse behind the scenes. We hadn't been together that long, but we had already started getting wet together as part of our foreplay, so the content wasn't a surprise. But there was so much I didn't know. Who were the models? Did he wear his clothes in the water too? Where did he shoot? Where did he find the models? Were they into it like we were?

He patiently answered all my questions and showed me the website and all of the photos he had taken. I even watched as he made an update. Seeing all of those beautiful women all wet kind of turned me on as I thought about how it must feel to be soaking wet and have your picture taken. So, I agreed to come to his next shoot and the rest is history.

I ended up going to so many of his shoots just for the opportunity for us to get all wet, that at first I couldn't remember which one he was talking about when he asked me to write about it. Then he showed me a picture of Dominique, and I immediately recalled which one. Dominique was such a sweetheart. Not all of the models were nice to me, but she was. We didn't know each other, but she was so warm that it was like we did.

As the day of the shoot approached, I really had to think about what I wanted to get all wet in. What I really wanted to wear was some lingerie. I guess I could have pulled off pretending to be another model, but then I realized I could save the lingerie for after the shoot when we were alone in the hotel room. So, I settled on a pair of tight jeans and a tight cotton/lycra blend strappy top, with a white linen button down over it. Yes, I knew those tops would go see through. No, I did not wear a bra. Many times, the models didn't wear bras, so I figured why should I. I loved the way he'd look at my wet tits. Being looked at that way was such a HUGE turn on for me, so I'd do whatever I could get away with to attract those glances. I know most women don't want to be looked at that way, but I know I'm the rare exception who is actually grateful for all the pervy leers. Some women call me a slut because of my exhibitionism and sexual appetite. But that's okay. Enjoying sensual experiences and orgasms doesn't make me a slut. It makes me human. They should let go and try it some time.

Anyway, the day of the shoot came, and off to the hotel we went. I used to get so anxious during that time between check-in and when the model arrived. All I wanted to do was go downstairs and jump in the pool. It made it worse that Dominique was a little late, but at least she was sweet. They went through the outfits she brought and made selections. I didn't pay much attention because I was thinking about what excuse I'd use this time to get in the poolwould I get too close to the edge and slip and "fall" in, hop in nonchalantly to adjust the model's clothes or make up, taunt him into pushing me in? That's when I thought I'd tease him a bit and draw things out. I just hoped I could pull it off before I broke down and just soaked myself.

We went down to the pool and they got started. I sat off in the corner trying to stay out of the shots. When Dominique's mascara began to run, it was all I could do not to hop right in to fix it. Instead, I knelt at the edge and leaned over. Oh, how I just wanted to be pushed in, but I got back up and walked back to my chair. They finished shooting the first outfit and I figured once they started shooting again, I'd tease him by sitting on the edge of the pool and dangle my feet in the water, so I started to roll up my jeans. I have to admit that that is my universal sign that I'm going to get wet, so I wasn't surprised when he asked me if I was wearing a bra. While my fingers continued to roll the denim up as high as I could get it, I just said, "You'll have to wait and find out."

Then Dominique came out in her next outfit, tight white leggings and a thin white top, both of which I knew were going to go completely see-through once she got wet. I didn't want to compete with that, so I knew I'd have to wait a little longer to get in. But at least I could continue the tease. So once they started shooting, I got up and walked to a corner fo the pool that seemed out of the shots, and sat down and put my feet in the water. I know he noticed and wanted me to get the rolled up part of my jeans wet, but I really wanted to make him bust. But that was a little counter-productive, because I was busting too. After just a minute or two, I gave in and slid forward just enough to let the rolled up denim get wet. I loved that feeling because i knew there was no turning back now. It wouldn't be much longer before I was completely soaked.

But I wasn't ready to give in just yet. He was now spending a lot of time shooting Dominique in one spot just outside the pool and the water pouring off her clothes soaked the carpet. I imagined what it would feel like to sit down on that soaked carpet and how much it would soak through my jeans. I just decided that would be my way in. Of course, my resolution was seriously tested when Dominique tried to get me to go in with her. She'd noted my jeans were a little wet anyway and she thought I should just get in. I almost gave in, but used it as an excuse to roll my jeans down instead and let the water soak through the ends of my denim legs from my knees down. Because I had worn these jeans in pools many times before, they were a little lighter, but when they got wet, they turned a nice dark blue, so the contrast between the wet and dry denim was very apparent.

After that outfit, he flat out asked me when I was going to get in. I knew he was busting to see me wet, but I held out and just told him he'd have to wait until I was ready. He knew me well enough to know I was ready a long time ago, but it really heightened the tension, so it was fun keeping the question open. Dominique came back out in a new outfit and they got to work shooting. I couldn't wait until they cleared the ladder area because that's where the drenched carpet was. As soon as they got clear and I knew I wouldn't be in the shot, I walked right over to that wet carpet and sat down. It felt so good feeling the water immediately soak right through my jeans. But it was cold, so I let out a bit of a yelp. I knew I now had their attention. While he bit his bottom lip, Dominique egged me on to join her again. There was no way I could hold out any longer, so I got up, making sure to show him my wet ass, and stepped right onto the ladder. I went right in, barely pausing at each step as I felt the water come up the legs of my tight jeans. As always, it felt so good to step off that last step and onto the bottom of the pool. The water was only waist high in that spot, but it felt so good to have the water suctioning the denim to my legs and hips. It felt so good, I had to finish myself off and sunk beneath the water to wet my shirts and my hair too. I stood straight up to feel my shirts stick to me. As I looked down, I could see that both of my shirts were see-through, though I was kind of hoping the strappy top would have been a little more transparent. I could also see my belt was also a darker shade fo brown now too. I don't know why that stuck in my head, but I think it's because, other than my skin, the belt was the first thing I noticed through the wet linen top. Before I could finish reveling in my wet clothes, Dominique came over and gave me a big wet hug. I'm not into women, but even I have to admit she felt good. In this moment I knew if I ever was going to be with a woman, she'd definitely have to get wet with me first.

She let go and drifted back to resume shooting and I just started floating backwards, enjoying the gentle caress of the fabric against my skin. Unbeknownst to anyone else, I started to gently rub my crotch underwater. I was sooo turned on at this point from the build up and all of the sensations of being wet, combined with Dominique's hug, I couldn't help it. But I made sure not to let them see. It wasn't long before I had to stop because I was on the verge of full-on masturbation and I wouldn't have been able to conceal that. I had to settle for squeezing my wet tits when I knew Dominique wasn't looking. While he was doing his best to stay professional and work, I knew he must have been getting at least little hard looking at my wet body. Of course, when Dominique went to change outfits again, I went over to him and reached for his crotch and confirmed he was starting to poke out. It was cute watching him try so hard to remain professional for when the model came back out, but he was loving it. But he is nothing if not stubborn, so he pulled away with smile on his face, and hopped up on the edge of the pool and sat, waiting both for his bulge to go down and for the model to come out.

During the next, and last, outfit change, we teased each other similarly, but this time, he surprised me when he started feeling me up too. He was still holding the camera with one hand, but rubbed my pussy a few times with his free hand. He then again broke away as I'm sure he was conscious of letting his erection go down before starting to shoot again.

After they finished the last outfit, he got out of the pool along with Dominique and waited in a chair for her to put some dry clothes on. I think he wanted to avoid being rock hard when she came out to gather her things and leave. Once she did come back from the changing room, they gathered up her wet clothes in a plastic bag, handled the compensation, and we said our goodbyes. I told Dominique she should jump back in. She said she couldn't because this was her last dry outfit, but it was summer, so it wouldn't have mattered. I was going to try to persuade her and I could tell I wouldn't have had to push hard to get her to change her mind and do it, but I thought of all the things I wanted done to me and all of that would have had to wait if she did jump in, so I let it go and said goodbye.

As soon as she was gone, he was back in the pool with me, with both of his hands feeling every bit of my soaked body. I wrapped my soaked tight jeans legs around him and began to rub myself up and down on his now full erection. I loved feeling his hardness up against me and his hands exploring my curves. He said we had to go upstairs for the rest. I wanted him in me right there, but he was right. The staff at this hotel treated him well and he didn't want to damage the relationship, so he was right that we should go to the room. But that didn't mean I couldn't grab his cock through his towel and bathing suit as we rode the elevator to our room's floor. I was fully expecting to get caught, but unfortunately, no one was around.

The first thing he did when he got through the door to the room was go straight into the bathroom and turn on the shower. While waiting for the water to get warm, he backed me up against the wall and pressed himself against me, while gently touching his lips to mine. It was a slow sensual kiss, the kind that gets my pussy damp from the inside. As soon as it was warm enough, he pulled me in. My second soaking felt so good as the water ran down my clothes. We both had the same exact thought and went for the buttons on my button down at the same time. He let me go at the buttons, while he reached inside to squeeze my braless tits, still contained in the tight white see-though strappy top. My hands immediately went for his t-shirt and bath suit. Immediately after, he spun me around and yanked my jeans down and off each leg. He didn't even bother with my last top before he plunged his cock into me from behind. I think he enjoyed reaching around and feeling the wet material on my tits as his cock stroked in and out. We fucked like animals from all the pent up sexual tension of the day and it was marvelous.

After we finished, we started gathering up our wet things and I went in my bag to grab some dry clothes for the ride home. That's when I spotted the lingerie I had brought along to surprise him. Without a word, I darted off to the bathroom to put it on. We weren't done yet. I had this sexy little chemise that fit so snug, and some sexy black thigh-high stockings. The bra part of the chemise made my cleavage spill out so much that I was never really sure if I was all out or not. I'd always wanted to see what I looked like all wet in this. When I came out of the bathroom, I saw his jaw hit the floor. I was also pleased because I saw he had already put on his jeans for the ride home. At this point, I didn't know if he had more dry clothes and I didn't care. If he didn't, he was just going to have to drive home all wet because I pulled him by the hand back up to the shower. Luckily, it hadn't been off for too long and it didn't take long for it to warm up. I grabbed his cock and my lips and tongue asked him for his. In between kisses, I said, "You first," and he immediately obliged by stepping completely under the flow of the water. I stood there and watched him soak his t-shirt and jeans while I stroked his hardening wet cock through his jeans. He made it clear that it was my turn and pulled me in. This was a whole new sensation as I could feel the lingerie and stockings soak through against my skin. My tits, hips and thighs felt like they were encapsulated in water. The material wasn't heavy, but I could feel the water flow through it. It was marvelous. I spun around to face the mirror above the sink to see what I looked like all wet in this and was stunned to see it so shiny. He stared right into my eyes through the reflection in the mirror and ripped the top down off of my tits. I gasped in surprise, turning back around to put my tongue as far down his throat as it could get, while taking his hand and leading it up my chemise to my pantyless pussy. As usual, he slowly and gently rubbed my clit before pushing me back up against the shower wall, dropping to his knees right underneath the shower spray, lifting my right leg over his shoulder, and burying his head in my pussy as he began to lick and suck my clit.* I was in heaven. Most guys want to be rough with a woman's pussy. Don't get me wrong, there's a time for rough, but this wasn't it, and he knew that. His tongue so gently tickled me that I came again and could feel more on the way. I got louder. A LOT louder! Especially when his finger joined his tongue. I looked down and could just see the water splattering on the top of his head and shoulders. I couldn't see his jeans, but I knew they had what I wanted, so I pulled him up and immediately unbuttoned and unzipped them. He got out of them, lifted up my right leg again and, knowing this was the time for rough, pounded my pussy with his once again throbbing cock. I came again just a few strokes in, but he wasn't done. He wouldn't explode into me for another 10 glorious minutes of rabid intense fucking and about 2 or 3 orgasms later.

This time, we really were done. It turns out, he did actually have some dry clothes, though I was hoping he didn't. But it was probably for the best because we were both exhausted and I know if he were still damp when we got home, he would have gotten my clothes and pussy all wet again, and quite honestly, we needed a rest.

*Just a side note: I felt myself getting hornier and wetter as I wrote about him going down on me and had to stop writing here to masturbate. Mmmm.