As many of you know, I used to run a wetlook website before it became too much of a time commitment. My girlfriend at the time, Tiffany, was supportive of my efforts. After we started getting wet together, I told her that I produced wetlook content and ran a website. While she frequently allowed me to photograph her in her wet outfits, her photos have always, and will continue to remain, private. But, she occasionally attended shoots to help out, or come by afterwards to get wet with me. When she came to help out, she never wore a bathing suit and ALWAYS found an excuse to get wet during the shoot. Most of the time, she'd use the excuse that she needed to fix the model's makeup, and would hop in the pool with a wash cloth over her shoulder and makeup in one hand before the model could climb out.

On this particular day, I was shooting a model by the name of Dominique and was shooting in a hotel's indoor pool. (Alas, this indoor pool is no more. It's located in the basement and it cracked. The cost to repair it was astronomical, and leaving it leaking water threatened the structural stability of the hotel, so they closed it permanently. It was a shame because they knew me there and welcomed my business. Anyway...) This pool had a blue astroturf-like carpet all around it, which tended to hold water once it got wet (I always thought this was kind of gross and was happy when they replaced it with tile, but this day, the carpet worked in my favor). Dominique and I started shooting. She was wearing tight jeans and a plain white tank top. For the first couple of dry shots, Dominique still had her bra on, but then she suddenly stopped posing and reached inside her shirt to remove her bra saying, "I bet the pictures will look even hotter without this when my shirt gets wet." I smiled and said, "Absolutely!" as Tiffany and I exchanged a glance. So, Dominique gets back to it, gets in the pool, and is in and out of the water frequently as I get lost in the viewfinder, clicking away. Normally, it doesn't take Tiffany long to find an excuse to get in the pool, so I found it a bit odd when Dominique and I finished shooting her first outfit and she was still dry. I didn't say anything, but figured she was up to something when she began to roll up the bottom of her light blue jeans. She was also wearing a white stretchy tank top under a white linen button down shirt. At this point, I had no idea whether she was wearing a bra or not. I wore a bathing suit (booo!) and an athletic t-shirt. I always wanted to present professionally when working with models, so the boring bathing suit it was.

Dominque comes back in her next dry outfit, ready to get wet all over again, this time, white leggings and a thin white workout top, both of which promptly disappeared upon entering the water, as did the front of the white thong she had on underneath her leggings. About two minutes into shooting Dominique's second outfit, Tiffany gets up and starts towards the pool off towards my right. As she walks over, she says, "I'm just going to dip my feet in the pool. Will I be out of the shots over here," she asked, pointing to the corner away from the ladder. I nodded that she'd be fine there. Now her rolled up jeans were starting to make sense. So, she sat on the edge of the pool out of the way, with the rolled up cuff of her jeans frustratingly just above the water. I gave Dominique direction to jump up and down and move around in the hopes that it would make waves just high enough to reach the cuff of Tiffany's jeans. I knew once she got the cuffs wet, it wouldn't be long before the rest of her would be soaked too. But she was sitting too far back and the waves couldn't quite reach her cuffs. I quit paying attention and went back to focusing on my work. At some point in the next minute or two, while I was lost again in the viewfinder, she must have slid a little closer to the edge because the next time I glanced in her direction, I noticed her rolled up cuffs completely in the water, which effectively meant that her jeans were now wet from the top of her shin down. In that glance, I was also able to catch that familiar gleam in her eyes that foretold the fun and exhilaration she'd feel getting the rest of herself all wet. We both knew it was just an eventuality now.

I was now taking a lot of shots of Dominique next to the top of the ladder, sending her back into the pool to re-wet her clothes frequently. At one point, Dominique, noticing Tiffany's wet cuffs, said, "You should come in and join me." Tiffany blushed and chuckled and coyly said, "Maybe later I will. But for now, I might as well roll these back down since they're already wet," she replied as she rolled down the cuffs to let the bottom of her jeans back down in the water. She stayed there, gently swaying her feet back and forth, letting the water soak through the bottoms of her jeans while we finished shooting that outfit. As Dominique went off to change, Tiffany got up and walked back to the table where she had been sitting at the start of the shoot to get a drink from her water bottle. I asked her if she was finally going to get in now. Her reply was simply, "Maybe. Wouldn't you like to know." Which I knew really meant, "Yes, but I'm not going to tell you when."

Dominique returned shortly after in a fresh pair of painted on jeans and a black top. Her protruding nipples clearly indicated she was braless under this top as well. Dominique and I started shooting and she slowly enters and starts making her way towards the deep end. After we got a few feet from the ladder, I see Tiffany walk over to the area immediately next to ladder and starts to squat down to sit with her feet in the water again. But, that's the section of carpet where I had been shooting Dominique at the end of her last outfit and a ton of water had poured and dripped off Dominique, soaking that section of carpet. As soon as she sat down, Tiffany let out an exclamation of surprise as the wet carpet immediately soaked her rear and the backs of her thighs. Although I knew it was no surprise. She had been to this pool enough times to know that the section of carpet where she sat down was soaked. She stood up and twisted her wet butt in our direction. With her hands on her wet backside and looking down at the wet bottom half of her jeans, she said through a smile, "Maybe I really will join you now." Dominique cheered her on as she turned and started heading down the ladder. She wasted no time, coming right down the ladder, finishing the soaking of her jeans as she stepped off the ladder to the pool floor. She turned towards us and without hesitation, held her breath and sunk beneath the water, completing her soaking. She came up, head back, blond hair plastered back, white linen button down 100% translucent, and white tank just see-through enough to remove any doubt as to whether her DD breasts were constrained by a bra or not (they weren't). I immediately began to feel something growing inside my bathing suit, which I tried to mentally fight off and ignore so I could finish this shoot. I just couldn't get out of the pool for a couple of minutes.

Dominique went over and gave Tiffany a wet hug, and then she and I went back to shooting, with Tiffany floating and bobbing around the pool out of the shots, clearly enjoying the feel of her wet clothes against her skin. In all Dominique and I shot two more outfits before the shoot ended. In between outfits, while Dominique changed, Tiffany teased me with her wet body. During the next break, she climbed out of the pool to get her water bottle, all the while showing off her tight, wet jeans ass and cupping her large wet breast. During the last break, she came over to me in the pool to rub her body against mine, signaling what was coming after the shoot was over.

After we finished shooting and Dominique had changed back into the clothes she would wear home, we said our goodbyes. Tiffany said her goodbye from the pool. As soon as I heard the elevator door close with Dominique inside, I got back in the pool to join Tiffany. As always, she felt marvelous in her wet jeans and her soaked see through and layered tops. We didn't spend more than 5 minutes in the pool before we decided to take it back to the room. Tiffany didn't even bother with a towel. She just squatted down to wring water out of her jeans, making that wonderful wet jeans squeezing sound. Being the exhibitionist she was, she made no attempt to conceal her see through tops as we waited in the elevator lobby. I, on the other hand, was using a towel to insufficiently conceal my arousal. I think she was secretly hoping someone would see us since she loved showing off her body. Alas, we made it back to the room without seeing anyone else. But as soon as we got back to the room, I turned on the shower and gave her and her wet clothes all the attention she could handle.

Afterwards, we got up and began to gather our wet articles and put them in a plastic bag for the ride home. I began to get dressed, putting on my usual jeans and t-shirt. She took her bag into the bathroom, which I thought was a little odd, because we were always in various states of nudity around each other, so I thought it odd that she needed privacy, but didn't waste too much thought on it because doesn't everyone deserve a little privacy once in a while? It immediately became clear why she wanted privacy when she stepped out of the bathroom in tight green satin and black lace chemise with black thigh-high stockings. Her cleavage burst out of the top, and the curve of her lingerie clung perfectly to the curve of her hips. She tossed her bag to the side as she confidently strode to me, breasts bouncing with each step, and pressed her lips to mine. After a sensuous kiss, she grinned and said, "Now it's your turn," as she turned and took my hand, leading me back to the bathroom and up to the shower. Turning on the shower was the second thing she turned on in the last minute. As soon as it was warm, we both stepped under. In between arousing kisses, I stopped to watch my hands move all around her shimmering body, stopping to squeeze, fondle and rub all the places that should be squeezed, fondled and rubbed.

Round two ended much the same as round one, but at the end, this time we both put on dry clothes and actually went home to return to our everyday life of grocery shopping, making dinner, and passing out on the couch while watching a movie.