My First Time WetUser deleted
Posted 12/23/09 3308 views
A true story By AquaDude
Although i had often found a way to get my clothes wet and messy throughout my early childhood, either by jumping into a friends pool, swimming in a creek, playing in the rain or even wearing my t-shirt in the public pool, i had never really explored getting wet alone. Perhaps the opportunity had just never presented itself. Maybe it just never occured to me that i could try it without getting caught! Living at home with grandparents and only just turning fourteen years old, i was driven by this urgent desire to explore my feelings and my body has well. Why did a piece of wet fabric always catch my eye? Why did a shiny wet white t-shirt look and feel so good in the pool? Why did seeing a girl in tight shiny wet jeans make every inch of my body quiver with excitement? Today, finally, i would seek some answers and dive head first into my first true wetlook session. I would never be the same again.
After weeks of trying to talk my grandparents into letting me stay home alone while they went to work in the evenings, finally today i had made a breakthrough. They both worked in the school system and each evening they would go clean an entire elementary school building. Usually we would leave around five and return about ninethirty. After a face to face discussion about the rules i had to follow to permit me to stay home alone,. no friends over, no loud music, no cooking, basically touch nothing, i quickly agreed and promised not to trash the house! The time was four o'clock. This would become the longest hour of my life. In the meantime i planned my adventure and narrowed my outfit choice down to one! I was so excited!
To avoid any interuptions during my free wet time, i helped around the kitchen and ran the trashbags outside. I could barely contain my excitement and thinking about what i was about to do. Trying not to smile too much or i'm sure they'll think i'm up to no good while their gone, my plan was turning into action. Then a final "no MESS!" I promised again not to trash the house and i thanked them for the trust in me staying here by myself. I was almost pushing them out the door. "Behave, we'll call you later to see how your doing!" And with that they closed the door behind them. I ran to the front window and watched them pull away. The time was 5:02pm and my time was NOW!
Running into the bathroom, i placed the plug into the drain and started both hot and cold water. After getting a very warm stream flowing, i added a dash of bubblebath soap and then ran even faster into my bedroom. There i pulled on a thick black sweater. This was made of a soft velvetlike material and the fit was snug all over. Then i removed my shorts and underware and poured into a pair of skintight faded Levis bluejeans. They had a few years on them and a few holes and rips here and there. It was in these jeans that i had first masturbated myself, and i often rubbed and humped myself into cumming hard in them. I recalled once where i put them into the dryer for awhile to make them even tighter and warm, them put them on and play. Has that thought raced through my mind, i grabbed my new pair of black Levis and ran to the dryer. After throwing them in and setting a twenty minute timer, i returned to the bathroom.
The bathtub was over half full, so i turned the water off. I grabbed a towel from the rack and went down the hallway. There, on a door was a very large door mirror. Standing there, it covered me perfectly from head to toe. Laying the towel down in front of the mirror, i ran back to the bathroom and reached into the water, filling a large cup with warm water. While waiting for my black jeans to shrink, i figured i might has well get these bluejeans a little wet. I returned to the mirror and after adjusting my jeans to a perfect tight fit while watching myself, i slowly raised the cup to my waist. Every nerve in my body was trembling. My heartbeat was rapid and growing louder in my ear. I could hardly catch my breath, when suddenly a gush of warm water flooded down the front of my jeans. Quickly the throbbing in my jeans became a massive growing bulge and my cock was becoming rock hard. For reasons unkown, i becoming more aroused than ever before! Was it the water?
Turning sideways, i watched intently has i poured another splash down the side of my jeans. The feeling was awesome, the warm water slowly oozing down my thighs, every second becoming more erotic and WILD. Something about the way the water made my jeans darker and glossy, shiny, clinging even tighter than before, almost sucking on my twitching flesh, visually stimulating, i was now beyond arousal. I was in wetlook fetish exploration heaven. With over 4 hours to play, i wanted to enjoy every moment, every second. With still half a cup left, i turned my back to the mirror, glanced over my shoulder and poured the rest of the water over my ass. God, i thought, these jeans fit my ass perfectly and it looks great in these wet jeans. I paused to admire the shine and gently rubbed on my wet bulge. Then a loud buzzer broke the silent air and i darted to the dryer. Be carefull, i told myself, don't be dripping water all over the carpet running through the house.
I removed the super hot pair of new black Levis from the dryer and ran back to the mirror. Dropping them to the floor, i finished tugging and pulling on my damp jeans before finally pulling them off and squeezing into the black ones. Standing up, i tugged the zipper up and fastened the button. Skintight. They looked painted on and the heat from them turned me right back on. By the time i made it back to the bathtub i was throbbing hard. The real test had arrived. What is this thing called wetlook and why has it seemingly consumed my every sexual thought? Slowly, i stepped into the water, one foot at a time. The warm water engulfed my socks and left me staring at two shiny black rings dancing around my ankles, has the water seeped up my jeans legs. Every second growing more intense!
With plenty of time and the house all mine, i felt a sense of freedom like never before. It was all about discovery, exploring ones self, relaxing, touching, i had never masturbated in the water before, yet i had no fear, no restraint, just me, in my tight black jeans, sittin in a bathub full of warm water. I was drawn there. The need, the want, the desire had to be fed. I was becoming even more consumed in the erotica of it all. Oh so slowly now, i began lowering into the water.
Watching has it flooded up my legs, then tapping on my lower thighs, till finally swallowing my ass and crotch completely.
The water rushing up my sweater and then, after lowering onto my back, taking me deep and soaking wet. I went clear under, drenching my hair and then raised from the surface. I froze. The first aspect of this wetlook adventure had just overwhelmed me. The feeling of the water soaked denim gripping my legs and entire lower body under the water felt so awesome to me. Heavy, beyond tight, teasing my wet skin, swallowing my hard cock inside the denim and tickling me to the point of exploding into the water. Silent. Feeling it all. Not moving, not breathing. I loved this moment and soaked it all in!
With my feet setting on one end of the tub, i began raising my body in and out of the water. Watching the glossy black shine splash and flow over my legs. This is the second aspect of wetlook that drives me wild. A total treat to my eyes, i love the super glossy shine on my legs and body and after splashing more water on my jeans, i'm now a total bowl of jelly. Rolling over, i have to see my ass in the wet shiny jeans too. Twisting around, i watch closly has the water waves up and over my jeans with every thrust of my hips. The water ponds inside around my cock and teases me even harder. It felt like my hole body was going to cum. I did this till i could feel cream churning up my erection and then i stopped just before it started surging through my cock. The soft tight wet cotton was literally jacking me off in the water, and i realized i may cum and i haven't even touched myself yet. Spinning back around, i lay there, in the water, sopping wet, in all my wetlook glory. Closing my eyes, i relaxed and didn't move a bit. Then it happened.
The phone started ringing off the kitchen wall. Oh no, not now i thought. I jumped from the water, dashed down the hallway, grabbed the towel i had left on the floor, flew to the kitchen and picked up on the fifth ring. "Hello?" trying not to sound out of breath. "Craig?" It was grandpa calling from work. "Hey", i gasped. "Just wanted to check in, see how your doing!"
"Oh, good. Just watching TV and having a peanut butter sandwich!" "How you guys doing?" Standing there on the towel, water flowing down my jeans from my soaked sweater, a beam of sunlight danced thru the window. I remember being totally caught by surprise at how bright the black denim became when sunlight shined on them and i couldn't take my eyes off my jeans. "OK, well i gotta go, don't want to miss this show i'm watching!" i said quickly, not hearing much of what ever he said for the last two minutes. "OK, we'll see you around ninethirty, goodbye for now!" "See ya then, bye!" I hung up the phone, tugged and pulled my wet jeans tighter and higher on my waist and danced in the sunlight a few moments, entranced by the wetlook shine. Grabbing the soaked towel, i returned to the bathroom. It was 6:15pm. I could wait no longer.
Stepping back into the water, i stood and poured several cups of water over my jeans and then some water down inside my jeans and enjoyed every single stream gushing down my legs. Not only did it feel awesome but it looked sexy has hell on my small frame. Thin, lean, all muscle at 5'9 and 125lbs, i wasn't a bad looking fellow and now i felt i looked even better all wet. If only Jill could see me now. Suddenly i saw Jill in my mind, a hot looking girl from my math class. I wanted to kiss her and touch her body and basically i had a mega high school crush on her. I always wanted to see her all wet and many times she was in my wet dreams when ever i masturbated. She too always wore skintight jeans at school. Tonight, she would join me in the bathtub. In my mind atleast. It was time to play in the water.
Lowering back into the bubbly soft water, i unscrewed the showerhose from the head, lowered the hose into the water and began shoving it up my pantsleg. I had no idea why i was doing this, but the idea popped into my head, so i tried it. Further up my pantsleg, till finally i could feel the end of the hose tap on my cocks swollen hot tip. This would be a first, having never been jacked off by water before, and i was about to discover another aspect of my wetlook fetish. Yes i love tight jeans. Yes i love WET tight jeans even more. And now i'd learn about mastubating with water, in the water, wearing my favorite tight jeans. Reaching for the faucet, i started a slow stream of very warm water up thru the hose and suddenly it began to churn and boil rapidly all over my engorged hot cock. Leaning back into the water, i lowered my hands and touched my bulge. I could feel the heat from my cock thru my supertight wet jeans and quickly pulled my hands away. Sliding a bit lower, the waterjet gushed hard inside my jeans and pounded wildly on the tip of my cock. At this point i was numb all over, trembling in the hot water, moments i'd never forget, has a new door was opening into my sexual world of discovery and arousal. It all came together right then and there. I shuddered hard in the water.
Using my foot to adjust the hot water knob, i turned it up a bit and within seconds, even warmer water was gushing over my cock. Quickly i began thrusting my hips side to side, the water jet flooding back and forth, teasing me into orgasim. Straining to hold on till the last possible second, Jill flashed thru my mind... i visioned her straddling my wet cock and sliding her wet pussy over my hot rod and then forcing me inside her with a rapid push from her hips. Deep. Wet. Slippery. HOT. The pounding water became her hot cream, flooding and spurting on my shaft. Spilling all over me in the water.
Before i could gasp for one more deep breath, i exploded with a massive ejaculation. An orgasm unlike any i'd had before. Pouring like a gardenhose, hot cum began filling my wet jeans. Gyrating my hips wildly. Over and over, cum spurting so freely and rapidly. The waterjet burning hot on my cocks enraged tip. So fast, my cum could hardly escape. Over and over. I shuddered and twitched in the water. It almost began to hurt, stinging, burning, it stung so hard, but i couldn't stop it, nor did i want to. I watched in euphoria has my body convulsed and drained itself completely to it's end. Unable to move or think clearly, i lay quietly and cummed till there was no more cum to be found. I had just been masturbated silly with water.
After a few minutes had passed, i reached down and pulled the showerhose from my jeans and turned the water off. Exhausted and now soaking wet with sweat, i lowered into the water and soaked my hair again. Climbing up onto my knees, i again admired the tight shiny wetlook from my jeans and enjoyed the slippery puddle of cream that had exploded thru my jeans. I smeared and rubbed it in over my bulge and then splashed water up over it. Very very shiny and oh so slippery. I couldn't possibly cum again could i? Another small spurt spilled down my thigh and into the water. The strong sent of fresh cum filled the room has i stood up and removed the sweater, then the socks. Unzipping my jeans, i slowly pulled them down and watched more cream splash into the water. I must have filled these jeans with ALOT of cum, i thought to myself, having never had such a multiple orgasm before now. Pulling the drain plug, i stepped from the tub, dried off and ran to the bedroom. After pulling on my shorts and t-shirt it was time to get busy with clean up. It was now 8:00pm.
Figuring i had plenty of time to dry this outfit in the dryer, i wrung them out real good and tossed them in. One sweater, one pair of socks, a pair of black jeans and a towel. Fortyfive minutes should do it. I finished cleaning up the bathroom and turned out the lights. I was so drained i could hardly walk. With another peanut butter sandwich and glass of milk, i returned to the TV and relaxed. Everything that had just happened kept flashing thru my mind. No one knows what i just done and what would they say if they did know? I also now knew that black denim looks awesome when soaking wet, that i could have a massive orgasm with water and i could also explore this new WAM fetish much more often now that i could stay home alone each night. The door was wide open and i was going through it.
At 8:45 the dryer went off and i removed the outfit. Everything was hot and dry. Perfect. This would allow time for the dryer to cool off and no one would ever know i used it. Again, going thru the house, i checked for any mess i may have forgot, and went to my bedroom. OH NO. To my dismay, there on the floor was my bluejeans, the top half still damp from pouring cups of water down them earlier. I grabbed them up and headed for the dryer. From the corner of my eye i noticed the iron. Taking the towel, i laid it out on the counter, thru my bluejeans on top and started ironing them dry has quick has i could. One side, then flip them over. I did this for about ten minutes. It was working and then i noticed something was happening to the jeans. Has the iron was going over them, they was becoming more shiny and rubbery. I ironed them some more, till finally the whole top half of those jeans were super shiny from the ironing. They felt like leather or rubber, and i had never seen this happen before. Cool, i thought, i wonder how these will react to water NOW? I turned off the iron, folded them up and tucked them into my dresser. Tomorrow night i will put this new discovery to the test i thought to myself, a smile coming to my lips.
No sooner than i sat back down in front of the TV, the front door opened. My folks were home, it was 9:22pm. "How did you do, everything go OK?" They inquired. "Oh yes.. perfect. I really like this. Can we do it again tomorrow night too?" i asked, almost begging. "Yeah, everything looks pretty good, you can stay home if you want too!"
"Thanks", i replied. "I'm off to bed." I got up, went to my bedroom, looked in my dresser and ran my hands over those faded bluejeans one more time, glowing with a rubbery shine in the dark, just waiting to get soaking WET. And SOAKING WET they would get!
The End
Although i had often found a way to get my clothes wet and messy throughout my early childhood, either by jumping into a friends pool, swimming in a creek, playing in the rain or even wearing my t-shirt in the public pool, i had never really explored getting wet alone. Perhaps the opportunity had just never presented itself. Maybe it just never occured to me that i could try it without getting caught! Living at home with grandparents and only just turning fourteen years old, i was driven by this urgent desire to explore my feelings and my body has well. Why did a piece of wet fabric always catch my eye? Why did a shiny wet white t-shirt look and feel so good in the pool? Why did seeing a girl in tight shiny wet jeans make every inch of my body quiver with excitement? Today, finally, i would seek some answers and dive head first into my first true wetlook session. I would never be the same again.
After weeks of trying to talk my grandparents into letting me stay home alone while they went to work in the evenings, finally today i had made a breakthrough. They both worked in the school system and each evening they would go clean an entire elementary school building. Usually we would leave around five and return about ninethirty. After a face to face discussion about the rules i had to follow to permit me to stay home alone,. no friends over, no loud music, no cooking, basically touch nothing, i quickly agreed and promised not to trash the house! The time was four o'clock. This would become the longest hour of my life. In the meantime i planned my adventure and narrowed my outfit choice down to one! I was so excited!
To avoid any interuptions during my free wet time, i helped around the kitchen and ran the trashbags outside. I could barely contain my excitement and thinking about what i was about to do. Trying not to smile too much or i'm sure they'll think i'm up to no good while their gone, my plan was turning into action. Then a final "no MESS!" I promised again not to trash the house and i thanked them for the trust in me staying here by myself. I was almost pushing them out the door. "Behave, we'll call you later to see how your doing!" And with that they closed the door behind them. I ran to the front window and watched them pull away. The time was 5:02pm and my time was NOW!
Running into the bathroom, i placed the plug into the drain and started both hot and cold water. After getting a very warm stream flowing, i added a dash of bubblebath soap and then ran even faster into my bedroom. There i pulled on a thick black sweater. This was made of a soft velvetlike material and the fit was snug all over. Then i removed my shorts and underware and poured into a pair of skintight faded Levis bluejeans. They had a few years on them and a few holes and rips here and there. It was in these jeans that i had first masturbated myself, and i often rubbed and humped myself into cumming hard in them. I recalled once where i put them into the dryer for awhile to make them even tighter and warm, them put them on and play. Has that thought raced through my mind, i grabbed my new pair of black Levis and ran to the dryer. After throwing them in and setting a twenty minute timer, i returned to the bathroom.
The bathtub was over half full, so i turned the water off. I grabbed a towel from the rack and went down the hallway. There, on a door was a very large door mirror. Standing there, it covered me perfectly from head to toe. Laying the towel down in front of the mirror, i ran back to the bathroom and reached into the water, filling a large cup with warm water. While waiting for my black jeans to shrink, i figured i might has well get these bluejeans a little wet. I returned to the mirror and after adjusting my jeans to a perfect tight fit while watching myself, i slowly raised the cup to my waist. Every nerve in my body was trembling. My heartbeat was rapid and growing louder in my ear. I could hardly catch my breath, when suddenly a gush of warm water flooded down the front of my jeans. Quickly the throbbing in my jeans became a massive growing bulge and my cock was becoming rock hard. For reasons unkown, i becoming more aroused than ever before! Was it the water?
Turning sideways, i watched intently has i poured another splash down the side of my jeans. The feeling was awesome, the warm water slowly oozing down my thighs, every second becoming more erotic and WILD. Something about the way the water made my jeans darker and glossy, shiny, clinging even tighter than before, almost sucking on my twitching flesh, visually stimulating, i was now beyond arousal. I was in wetlook fetish exploration heaven. With over 4 hours to play, i wanted to enjoy every moment, every second. With still half a cup left, i turned my back to the mirror, glanced over my shoulder and poured the rest of the water over my ass. God, i thought, these jeans fit my ass perfectly and it looks great in these wet jeans. I paused to admire the shine and gently rubbed on my wet bulge. Then a loud buzzer broke the silent air and i darted to the dryer. Be carefull, i told myself, don't be dripping water all over the carpet running through the house.
I removed the super hot pair of new black Levis from the dryer and ran back to the mirror. Dropping them to the floor, i finished tugging and pulling on my damp jeans before finally pulling them off and squeezing into the black ones. Standing up, i tugged the zipper up and fastened the button. Skintight. They looked painted on and the heat from them turned me right back on. By the time i made it back to the bathtub i was throbbing hard. The real test had arrived. What is this thing called wetlook and why has it seemingly consumed my every sexual thought? Slowly, i stepped into the water, one foot at a time. The warm water engulfed my socks and left me staring at two shiny black rings dancing around my ankles, has the water seeped up my jeans legs. Every second growing more intense!
With plenty of time and the house all mine, i felt a sense of freedom like never before. It was all about discovery, exploring ones self, relaxing, touching, i had never masturbated in the water before, yet i had no fear, no restraint, just me, in my tight black jeans, sittin in a bathub full of warm water. I was drawn there. The need, the want, the desire had to be fed. I was becoming even more consumed in the erotica of it all. Oh so slowly now, i began lowering into the water.
Watching has it flooded up my legs, then tapping on my lower thighs, till finally swallowing my ass and crotch completely.
The water rushing up my sweater and then, after lowering onto my back, taking me deep and soaking wet. I went clear under, drenching my hair and then raised from the surface. I froze. The first aspect of this wetlook adventure had just overwhelmed me. The feeling of the water soaked denim gripping my legs and entire lower body under the water felt so awesome to me. Heavy, beyond tight, teasing my wet skin, swallowing my hard cock inside the denim and tickling me to the point of exploding into the water. Silent. Feeling it all. Not moving, not breathing. I loved this moment and soaked it all in!
With my feet setting on one end of the tub, i began raising my body in and out of the water. Watching the glossy black shine splash and flow over my legs. This is the second aspect of wetlook that drives me wild. A total treat to my eyes, i love the super glossy shine on my legs and body and after splashing more water on my jeans, i'm now a total bowl of jelly. Rolling over, i have to see my ass in the wet shiny jeans too. Twisting around, i watch closly has the water waves up and over my jeans with every thrust of my hips. The water ponds inside around my cock and teases me even harder. It felt like my hole body was going to cum. I did this till i could feel cream churning up my erection and then i stopped just before it started surging through my cock. The soft tight wet cotton was literally jacking me off in the water, and i realized i may cum and i haven't even touched myself yet. Spinning back around, i lay there, in the water, sopping wet, in all my wetlook glory. Closing my eyes, i relaxed and didn't move a bit. Then it happened.
The phone started ringing off the kitchen wall. Oh no, not now i thought. I jumped from the water, dashed down the hallway, grabbed the towel i had left on the floor, flew to the kitchen and picked up on the fifth ring. "Hello?" trying not to sound out of breath. "Craig?" It was grandpa calling from work. "Hey", i gasped. "Just wanted to check in, see how your doing!"
"Oh, good. Just watching TV and having a peanut butter sandwich!" "How you guys doing?" Standing there on the towel, water flowing down my jeans from my soaked sweater, a beam of sunlight danced thru the window. I remember being totally caught by surprise at how bright the black denim became when sunlight shined on them and i couldn't take my eyes off my jeans. "OK, well i gotta go, don't want to miss this show i'm watching!" i said quickly, not hearing much of what ever he said for the last two minutes. "OK, we'll see you around ninethirty, goodbye for now!" "See ya then, bye!" I hung up the phone, tugged and pulled my wet jeans tighter and higher on my waist and danced in the sunlight a few moments, entranced by the wetlook shine. Grabbing the soaked towel, i returned to the bathroom. It was 6:15pm. I could wait no longer.
Stepping back into the water, i stood and poured several cups of water over my jeans and then some water down inside my jeans and enjoyed every single stream gushing down my legs. Not only did it feel awesome but it looked sexy has hell on my small frame. Thin, lean, all muscle at 5'9 and 125lbs, i wasn't a bad looking fellow and now i felt i looked even better all wet. If only Jill could see me now. Suddenly i saw Jill in my mind, a hot looking girl from my math class. I wanted to kiss her and touch her body and basically i had a mega high school crush on her. I always wanted to see her all wet and many times she was in my wet dreams when ever i masturbated. She too always wore skintight jeans at school. Tonight, she would join me in the bathtub. In my mind atleast. It was time to play in the water.
Lowering back into the bubbly soft water, i unscrewed the showerhose from the head, lowered the hose into the water and began shoving it up my pantsleg. I had no idea why i was doing this, but the idea popped into my head, so i tried it. Further up my pantsleg, till finally i could feel the end of the hose tap on my cocks swollen hot tip. This would be a first, having never been jacked off by water before, and i was about to discover another aspect of my wetlook fetish. Yes i love tight jeans. Yes i love WET tight jeans even more. And now i'd learn about mastubating with water, in the water, wearing my favorite tight jeans. Reaching for the faucet, i started a slow stream of very warm water up thru the hose and suddenly it began to churn and boil rapidly all over my engorged hot cock. Leaning back into the water, i lowered my hands and touched my bulge. I could feel the heat from my cock thru my supertight wet jeans and quickly pulled my hands away. Sliding a bit lower, the waterjet gushed hard inside my jeans and pounded wildly on the tip of my cock. At this point i was numb all over, trembling in the hot water, moments i'd never forget, has a new door was opening into my sexual world of discovery and arousal. It all came together right then and there. I shuddered hard in the water.
Using my foot to adjust the hot water knob, i turned it up a bit and within seconds, even warmer water was gushing over my cock. Quickly i began thrusting my hips side to side, the water jet flooding back and forth, teasing me into orgasim. Straining to hold on till the last possible second, Jill flashed thru my mind... i visioned her straddling my wet cock and sliding her wet pussy over my hot rod and then forcing me inside her with a rapid push from her hips. Deep. Wet. Slippery. HOT. The pounding water became her hot cream, flooding and spurting on my shaft. Spilling all over me in the water.
Before i could gasp for one more deep breath, i exploded with a massive ejaculation. An orgasm unlike any i'd had before. Pouring like a gardenhose, hot cum began filling my wet jeans. Gyrating my hips wildly. Over and over, cum spurting so freely and rapidly. The waterjet burning hot on my cocks enraged tip. So fast, my cum could hardly escape. Over and over. I shuddered and twitched in the water. It almost began to hurt, stinging, burning, it stung so hard, but i couldn't stop it, nor did i want to. I watched in euphoria has my body convulsed and drained itself completely to it's end. Unable to move or think clearly, i lay quietly and cummed till there was no more cum to be found. I had just been masturbated silly with water.
After a few minutes had passed, i reached down and pulled the showerhose from my jeans and turned the water off. Exhausted and now soaking wet with sweat, i lowered into the water and soaked my hair again. Climbing up onto my knees, i again admired the tight shiny wetlook from my jeans and enjoyed the slippery puddle of cream that had exploded thru my jeans. I smeared and rubbed it in over my bulge and then splashed water up over it. Very very shiny and oh so slippery. I couldn't possibly cum again could i? Another small spurt spilled down my thigh and into the water. The strong sent of fresh cum filled the room has i stood up and removed the sweater, then the socks. Unzipping my jeans, i slowly pulled them down and watched more cream splash into the water. I must have filled these jeans with ALOT of cum, i thought to myself, having never had such a multiple orgasm before now. Pulling the drain plug, i stepped from the tub, dried off and ran to the bedroom. After pulling on my shorts and t-shirt it was time to get busy with clean up. It was now 8:00pm.
Figuring i had plenty of time to dry this outfit in the dryer, i wrung them out real good and tossed them in. One sweater, one pair of socks, a pair of black jeans and a towel. Fortyfive minutes should do it. I finished cleaning up the bathroom and turned out the lights. I was so drained i could hardly walk. With another peanut butter sandwich and glass of milk, i returned to the TV and relaxed. Everything that had just happened kept flashing thru my mind. No one knows what i just done and what would they say if they did know? I also now knew that black denim looks awesome when soaking wet, that i could have a massive orgasm with water and i could also explore this new WAM fetish much more often now that i could stay home alone each night. The door was wide open and i was going through it.
At 8:45 the dryer went off and i removed the outfit. Everything was hot and dry. Perfect. This would allow time for the dryer to cool off and no one would ever know i used it. Again, going thru the house, i checked for any mess i may have forgot, and went to my bedroom. OH NO. To my dismay, there on the floor was my bluejeans, the top half still damp from pouring cups of water down them earlier. I grabbed them up and headed for the dryer. From the corner of my eye i noticed the iron. Taking the towel, i laid it out on the counter, thru my bluejeans on top and started ironing them dry has quick has i could. One side, then flip them over. I did this for about ten minutes. It was working and then i noticed something was happening to the jeans. Has the iron was going over them, they was becoming more shiny and rubbery. I ironed them some more, till finally the whole top half of those jeans were super shiny from the ironing. They felt like leather or rubber, and i had never seen this happen before. Cool, i thought, i wonder how these will react to water NOW? I turned off the iron, folded them up and tucked them into my dresser. Tomorrow night i will put this new discovery to the test i thought to myself, a smile coming to my lips.
No sooner than i sat back down in front of the TV, the front door opened. My folks were home, it was 9:22pm. "How did you do, everything go OK?" They inquired. "Oh yes.. perfect. I really like this. Can we do it again tomorrow night too?" i asked, almost begging. "Yeah, everything looks pretty good, you can stay home if you want too!"
"Thanks", i replied. "I'm off to bed." I got up, went to my bedroom, looked in my dresser and ran my hands over those faded bluejeans one more time, glowing with a rubbery shine in the dark, just waiting to get soaking WET. And SOAKING WET they would get!
The End
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