While writing my last blog, I was reminded of some of the other of my favorite times I had gotten wet with that girlfriend. There were two other times on that same trip alone, which I'll get to in futures blogs. But for now, I'll throw it back to the first time she got wet for me.

For those who might want a refresher on what she looked like, here's her physical description copy and pasted from my last blog: She was 31, about 5'8"-5'9", blond hair just past her shoulders, slender build, but amazonian shape, D-cup (though I swore the D-cups she wore were too small and that she was really DD).

We were between 2-3 months into our three year relationship. We were at that stage of a new relationship where we were hooking up multiple times each time we saw each other. On this day, I'd be spending the night at her place and we had started to fool around. Things started off conventionally, or without wetlook. I hadn't told her about my fetish yet, though I knew I would soon because she was pretty open minded. We were both naked, or close to it when I whispered in her ear that I'd love to move to the shower. I thought a naked shower together would be a good first step. I was just happy to be having sex with this gorgeous woman, so there was no urgency on my part to get her wet in her clothes. But then she whispered back, "what do you want me to wear?" I couldn't believe what she was asking, although in retrospect, she could have been asking if I wanted her to wear her skimpy bikini. But, I jumped at the chance and told her I'd love to see her in the shower with that tight white t-shirt she wore a lot. Her eyes got big and excited and the ends of her lips curled up in a fiendish smile and asked, "Anything else?" I was more than content with just the t-shirt because 1) I thought I'd share my fetish incrementally, and 2) I wanted to make sure I could still fuck her easily, but I wasn't going to pass up this opportunity. So I told her to put on her pink thong panties and her tight denim mini skirt that we both referred to as her "fuck-me skirt." I offered to dress for her, but she said she wanted me naked. I couldn't care less at this point. I just wanted to see and feel her all wet, so off to the shower we went. We kissed some more as we waited for the water to get hot. I remember feeling the material over her large, round, braless breast and thinking that this material would be soaked very, very shortly. Feeling up her skirt, I couldn't also tell she was getting her panties wet from the inside out already. That was it. I couldn't hold back any more. I just had to see and feel her all wet! So I stepped under the shower, pulling her with me. I heard her gasp as the still warming water hit her shirt, while she simultaneously leaned back from me to watch the water soak her top, revealing her beautiful breasts poking through the white cotton as it changed to match the color of her skin. She looked back at me with wild eyes and kissed me harder than we had ever kissed to that point. As we kissed, my hands explored her body as she got progressively wetter. It wasn't long before she was completely soaked. Her t-shirt has all but disappeared under the deluge from the shower head, and that denim mini skirt shined marvelously. ** It wasn't long before I spun her around, as she moved her thong off to one side, and I thrust myself inside her. With each thrust I could hear the water slap and feel the wet material each time my pelvis made contact with her soaking wet denim ass. It wasn't long before she came. But I wasn't done yet and I wanted to make sure she was still having fun, so I reached around and started to gently run my finger tip back and forth against her clit while I was still sliding in and out of her dripping wet pussy. Her voice ratcheted up to a volume I'd never heard from her before as she slammed her hand against the shower wall in ecstasy. I didn't need much more of that before I finished inside her as well. We turned off the shower and got out and started to dry off. Much to my surprise, she was toweling off her clothes rather than taking them off. It seemed she intended to stay in her wet clothes, which was fine with me!

I thought things were all over, especially after I got dressed (jeans and a t-shirt) and we made a small lunch. During lunch we talked about how much fun that was and which parts we really enjoyed. I made sure to tell her how hot she looked all wet. She blushed a bit and said that being wet like that made her feel sexy, so she was glad I liked it. I told her how much of a turn on it was to see a woman willing to get wet with her clothes on. I can't say I was surprised when she said she could understand why and that she liked showing off her body when clothes went transparent or cling to her when wet.

After lunch, we went onto her back patio to have another beer. I sat as she got up to water her plants with the hose and it hit me why she stayed in these clothes...she wasn't done. By this time, she was still damp, but had dried enough that a casual observer would think she was dry. But she didn't stay that way for long. I had an inkling of what she was going to do with that hose. She had put her thumb on the end of the hose to spray the water on the plants. I kept waiting for her to spray herself, but nearly all the water ended up on the plants...until she got to the last one. She paused, looked at me mischievously, and moved her thumb every so slightly. Now the water sprayed partially on the last plant, but mostly back on the front of her miniskirt. I put my beer down, got up, and started walking over towards her, but didn't make it very far before she turned the hose on me. For a few moments, I stood there with my arms out and let the water start to soak my t-shirt and jeans. Then I charged and went for the hose. I wasn't really trying to get if from her, but just turn it enough to soak her again. And soak her again I did, right out in the open, in her braless wet tight white t-shirt. Once we were both nice and wet, she did let me take the hose and I drenched her from head to toe. She looked at my pants and could tell I liked what I saw. As I kept the hose on her, she slowly started to walk back to the patio door, with the water running down the back of her blond hair, wet shirt, and shining, round, denim clad ass. As she got to the door, she turned, took off her shirt, stood there topless for a short moment, and beckoned me with her finger before turning and walking back inside, dripping water from her soaked skirt all over the kitchen. I followed her in, stripped my own soaked clothes off while she dropped her skirt and panties. I took her right there over the kitchen sink. That was the end of our wet adventures for that day, but the beginning of a few years of soaking wet fun.

** At this point, I actually paused to get my camera. We took 100+ photos before resuming our play. When we broke up, she said she trusted I would not do anything with her photos, and I won't, so don't ask. I mention it because it's an interesting aside. During our very first wet encounter, she knew exactly how good she looked and was happy to let me capture it. In subsequent conversations, she went on to tell me that she's been getting her clothes wet her entire life, but never as much as when we were together. So, she was one of us, but just never knew it until we got together.

As I get time to type them out, I'll share my memories of some of our other wet fun. Over the course of our relationship, I think she soaked just about every piece of clothing she had, so there's plenty of memories to share.