So, I don't want to use my ex-girlfriend's real name, but it's getting burdensome writing about our experiences together and never mentioning her name, so I've decided to make one up. Since I don't know anyone named Tiffany in real life, that will be her name.

After our first wetlook encounter, I wasn't quite sure what to expect that weekend when she came to stay with me. At the time, I lived in a 10th floor apartment in the city, so the only option for getting wet would be the shower. Tiffany arrived with a larger overnight bag than she had brought previously. We were at the stage we we were just starting to leave things at each other's places, but not a ton of stuff, so we still needed overnight bags. But I didn't really notice the size of the overnight bag because she arrived at my door, in 90 degree east coast summer humidity wearing tight full length jeans and a form-fitting fuzzy yellow sweater with a white t-shirt underneath. Her face was red and sweaty as she stepped in, but she looked relieved as the air conditioned air hit her. She dropped her bag and undid her pony tail, letting her long blond hair flow over her shoulders and a bit down her back. I stepped closer to give her a hello kiss. As I put my arms around her, she was just radiating heat. After the kiss, I asked her why she was wearing such warm clothes in this heat. She smiled and went right where I was hoping she'd go. She said she had been thinking about how much fun we had last weekend at her place when we got wet, and couldn't stop thinking about which outfits she thought would be the most fun and sexy to get wet in, and that's how she landed on this. Looking at her tight jeans, I told her I thought she chose well and that maybe she ought to cool off. She told me I ought to get my camera. We had dinner reservations, but not for another two hours.

Tiffany giggled as she trotted off into the bathroom and started the water. While I was getting my camera out, I thought I should change from shorts to jeans and make it a proper wetlook experience. Just as I walked into the bathroom, she was stepping under the shower, but not gradually. She stepped right under the flow of the water so that the stream was hitting the top of her head and running down her clothes in all directions. From her open-mouthed gasp as she was getting wet, I could tell she really was cooling off with some cold water. I had started snapping away to make sure I captured the moment as she soaked herself. Her hair was plastered around her face as she leaned back to let the shower stream hit the front of her sweater with its full force. Immediately, her gorgeous breasts shined, as the cold water encouraged her nipples to poke through her bra, t-shirt AND sweater. I didn't know how much longer I'd be able to stay behind the camera, but I wasn't nearly as warm as she had been, so the thought of cold water in the shower was not nearly as appealing to me. So I clicked away as the water soaked all the way down her jeans until they glistened wonderfully with each burst of the flash. I asked her to turn around so I could get shots of her nice round ass. As she turned around, I watched her hand turn the shower a little warmer. Facing away from me, she spread her legs, leaned over, and touched herself so that her painted fingernails were visible on her rear. I couldn't wait any more, so I put down the camera and walked over to the shower. She didn't know I was there, so I just gently put my hands on her hips, savoring the feel of the wet denim on her. She turned her head to look over her shoulder and grinned, so I stepped forward and pressed myself against her soaking wet ass as she began to slide it up and down ever so slightly. I could feel the water from her jeans soaking through my own. I turned her around and got under the water myself as we began to kiss. As we kissed, I could feel the water gradually soaking my clothes, while I fondled her magnificently drenched breasts. I had never felt a breast in a wet sweater before. While it had never been high on my list of things for a woman to get wet in, it sure felt amazing!

I think you can probably imagine how the rest of this went. Suffice it to say that we both very much enjoyed each other in our wet clothing, and then enjoyed each other just as much out of our clothing too. After our showers, we chatted as we got ready for dinner. I told Tiffany that I had always been into wetlook for as long as I could remember. She said she got into it when she hit puberty and realized guys looked at her differently when she was wet, and she liked it. She always felt like she had an exhibitionist streak, so being in wet clothes as they went see through, clung to her and shined began to turn her on since she knew she was sort of showing off. She mentioned that she had tried getting wet for other partners, but that none of them responded the way I did, so she was hoping we could get wet as foreplay from now on. How could I possibly turn that down?

So, we went out for dinner, her in a red summer dress and me in shorts and a button down linen short sleeved shirt. Yes you'd be correct if you're thinking that we ended up wet in those outfits too after dinner. After that, we went through the rest of her overnight bag and saw that she had quite the ambitious wetlook agenda for the weekend...more wet jeans, wet dresses, and even wet lingerie. We didn't come close to getting through all of it, but she did put on quite a show at the Logan Square fountain the next morning. But I'll save that for another blog.