Back at the start of the pandemic, I passed some of my spare time writing about the wet experiences I had with an ex-girlfriend, Tiffany. I reached out to her at one point to see if she'd be interested in writing about some of the experiences from her own point of view. She loved the idea and had quite a bit of fun doing it. Recalling our wet adventures together reminded us that the one thing that always worked for us was the sex, which usually involves some degree of wetlook. It kind of made us want to get wet and hook up again. We agreed we'd get together when the pandemic was behind us and do it. But, since it seems as though the virus isn't going anywhere soon, we decided we'd try something else. Given that our wet texts were driving each other nuts, we agreed that we would both isolate for two weeks independently, and then get together for a day and night of wetlook and sex. This is the story of that day and night.

It felt good to finally get in the car and go somewhere other than my own house. After months of teasing each other with wet shower pictures, we'd finally get to touch and play like we did all those years ago. Let me be clear, this is not the start of us getting back together. While the sex was great, we agree that there are other reasons why we're no longer together, and since neither of us will budge on those issues, we'll just have to settle for getting soaking wet and having hot sex.

I arrived at the hotel about 15 minutes before check in time. I regularly shoot models there, so if the room is available, they always check me in early. Today was no different, which made me happy because I told Tiffany to arrive right at check in time. I wanted a little extra time to get checked in, put on my first outfit to wet (skinny jeans and a t-shirt), and get my cameras ready. I texted her the room number and had just finished changing and checking my batteries when there was a knock at the door. In an instant, I took her all in. Even though I knew what she'd look like from her texts, now that she was standing here in person, for the sole purpose of getting wet and getting fucked, I had to look at everything that was in store for me. Her crows' feet had gotten a little deeper, but aside from that, her forties were treating her very well. She was wearing an old faded pair of tight blue jeans and a thin white t-shirt which was thin enough to reveal no bra underneath. She arrived ready to get wet. She stepped in and I barely closed the door before we wrapped each other up in a long hug, that turned into a long kiss, which turned into us groping each other. We paused and separated with baited breath. I broke the silence first saying, "It's nice to see, and feel, you again." I know, it sounds so corny, and it is, but it's really what I said. She gave a half grin and said, "its good to see and feel you too," as she stepped forward for one more kiss and an unabashed cupping of my balls.

We separated and she took her suitcase over to the bed to show me everything she brought. She brought several pairs of jeans. Most were various shades of blue, from dark to faded light blue, but she also had one black and one white pair too. She brought along at least 10 different tops. Some were thin and would disappear, some were Lycra-like tight, and some were both. She also brought along a red dress that she had worn to her sister's wedding, several miniskirts, and more lingerie than I could examine before I'd burst. I told her I'd love to see her all wet in what she was already wearing and she said, "I hoped you'd say that. These jeans have a surprise for you." With that, she sat down and spread her legs to reveal a threadbare section all the way up the inside of her thigh, right next to the seam that ran through her crotch. Clearly, the jeans were old and the hole was from the tops of her thighs rubbing together. She said, " When you're ready, that's for you to rip open." I immediately had to readjust my own crotch as I became hard, which was impossible to hide in skinny jeans. I told her that meant we'd need to go ahead and get her wet, but I wanted to be sure she didn't mind if I took pictures. She never minded when we were together, but we're not together, so I wanted to be sure her attitude hadn't changed. She had been sending me sexts of her in wet clothes, so I doubted she'd have a problem, but asking was still the right thing to do. She said she hoped I would. I also asked if she'd mind if I set up my GoPro to record the pool area and she was fine with that too.

So, I grabbed both camera and GoPro and led her to the pool. This hotel happens to have a suite with a private pool inside it, so we only needed to step into the next room. I was very excited and now nearly throbbing inside my jeans looking at her pose at the top of the steps, knowing soon, she's be utterly soaked from head to toe. That's when I noticed she hadn't even taken off her socks and sneakers. I started to squeeze off shots of her still dry as she lowered her first foot onto the top step. Her mouth parted ever so slightly as she took in a breath. She exhaled and moved her eyes directly to the camera as she submerged her other foot on the same step. Air bubbles were still coming out of her sneakers as she went down to the next step, wetting her jeans about halfway up her shins, just enough to reveal how dark these jeans were going to look all wet. They weren't going to turn black, but these faded jeans were going to turn a nice dark blue. She stepped in further, this time up to just above her knees. This solicited a bit lip as she surveyed her increasingly wet jeans. Then, with me snapping away, she smiled and took two consecutive steps to the last step, and then right to the bottom of the pool. Her jeans were about 98% soaked. Just one small section above her belt remained light blue. She lifted the front of her t-shirt and dunked herself just low enough so the water finished soaking her jeans and black leather belt. She turned and walked away from me towards the opposite edge of the pool where she pressed herself up out of the water and the leaned over the edge, while arching her lower back to highlight the curve of her wonderfully round wet jeans ass. She held that for a few snaps before hopping back in. Now she started to tease as she was getting her shirt wet. She repeatedly dipped down to wet her shirt right up to the bottom of her tits, but stopped there. She knew how badly I wanted to see her tits bursting out of her wet and completely transparent top. Finally, at the top of one of her hops, I caught her hold her breath, and all at once she dunked herself completely below the surface of the water. She then burst up through the surface, her blond hair plastered to her, and her tits bouncing inside the also plastered on white t-shirt, which had now turned the color of her skin. She climbed up the stairs to give me a view of her entire wet body, and what a view it was!

I must have taken 20 picture of her at the top of the steps before I decided that I wanted to use her wet clothes to get me wet. So I asked her to hop back in the pool so I could take more pictures of her coming up out of the pool from a different angle. It was just a rouse to give her clothes a fresh drenching. As soon as she got to the top, I put my camera down, reached my hands around to her ass, and pulled her dripping body against mine. Immediately, I could feel the water from her clothes soak through my thighs and the front of my shirt as we kissed. But that was only momentary, as she turned towards the steps and started down them, leading me in by the hand. I happily followed, savoring the sensation of the water soaking through the rest of my jeans and shirt. Our hands wandered each other's bodies gratuitously. I wanted to stop and take pictures, but it had been so long since I'd been inside her, and I was so turned on that I lifted her up on the edge of the pool, spread her shiny wet legs, fingered the hole in her sopping jeans right next to her crotch, and yanked that hole bigger. Clearly, she went without panties too as I shifted the crotch seam off to the side and buried my tongue in her swollen pussy, sucking on and flicking her clit with the tip of my tongue. Just as I thought she was getting ready to organism, I started to splash as much water on her as I could, knowing it would melt her into a hard and tingling orgasm.

But she knew that orgasm was just the beginning because I then stood up on the stairs, just high enough for my cock to be above the water and unbuckled my belt, unzipped my jeans, and pulled my engorged cock from my boxers. She had slid back into the pool and came right over to my cock. Rather than starting off with a few gentle licks of the tip, she immediately swallowed the entire shaft right down her throat as she began bobbing back and forth, up and down the entire length of my cock. I was torn because it felt so good, but I knew her pussy would feel even better. After a few minutes, I pulled her up from giving me head like her life depended on it, and made her bend over on the step above mine. I ripped that hole in her jeans all the way back up the crack of her ass and pulled the sides of the hole apart. I then parted the sides of her other hole with my cock. It felt just as tight and juicy I remembered it. I could feel how sloppy wet the inside of her pussy was, but I couldn't hear it over the rhythmic splashes of water that broke over her wet jeans ass with every thrust. I had never fucked a women while she was still wearing her tight jeans before, so grabbing her soaking wet hips and thighs and looking at the shine on her ass brought me close to cumming in about 5 minutes. I didn't want it to end just yet, so I tired thinking about something else to prolong our first fuck in over a decade. But it was no use. Between her wet jeans and tight pussy, I didn't stand a chance. I exploded like a cannon inside her and kept slowly thrusting until I was sure she'd squeezed every drop of cum out of my cock.

My cock was down for the count for at least a little while, but I was still feeling raunchy, so I went to my bag in the other room and brought back a surprise that I held behind my back. As I stepped into the pool in front of her, her legs instinctually spread. It was almost as though she knew I would pull a long thick silicon dildo from behind my back. She leaned back and slid her pelvis forward, in anticipation of the second fucking she'd be receiving that day. I wiggled the tip of the dido back and forth across her clit, knowing it would get her going again and start to make those wonderful moans, signs, gasps and screams start up again. After teasing her clit, I quickly shoved the entire dildo up her pussy. She lurched forward with her mouth fully agape as she took almost all of it in, and then began to implore me to fuck her, and fuck her hard. I obliged, thrusting that dildo in and out of her dripping pussy as fast as I could. I positioned my finger at the top so that the tip of my finger barely brushed her clit with each stroke. She let out several loud screams, but still begging for more. I could feel life coming back to my own cock, so I asked her to play with the dildo herself while I got the camera. I shot nearly continuously as she sat of the top step of the pool in her wet jeans with a giant hole in the crotch, splashing water all over her jeans as her legs thrashed back and forth, up and down, as she pounded her own pussy with that enormous dildo. She seemed to enjoy it even more knowing I was capturing her in photos. I was now fully aroused myself and wanted to replace the dildo, so I again put the camera down, pulled out my cock and leaned over her. She pulled the dildo out with a gasp as I immediately replaced it. This was a bit of a weird angle, so I grabbed her by the hand, and led her to the bed, still soaking wet. I pushed her down on the bed and mounted her again from the front, stroking long and slow. It felt so naughty, having my cock inside her, while feeling her wet jeans, all the while, we're also now soaking the bed spread and likely the sheets beneath it.

I came again and that led to a short break. But, we took our break back in the pool. We sat and talked for a couple of minutes about what we enjoyed. I then got my laptop and brought it to the edge of the pool so we could upload and look at the pictures together. As we progressed through the pictures, you could see her getting friskier and friskier in the images as I shot. I could see the horny gleam in her eye coming back, so before it went too much further, I suggested we change outfits. She agreed. This time, I wanted to see what her pussy looked like through those tight white jeans. But that will have to be a story for another time.