I've been here in Florida for a little more than a week, enjoying fine weather. And, I've been able to indulge my wet jeans fetish a few times.

The gulf coast this time of year is nice, but can be colder with a bit of a breeze coming off the water. I had decided to go for a walk along the beach, and was dressed as I usually am - in 501 levi jeans, t-shirt, bare feet - no underwear since I very much enjoy the feeling of the denim jeans against my bare skin.

It was about noon, and quite a few people were on the beach - most in swim wear, but some like me dressed in street clothes. I noticed one younger woman (early 30's) dressed like I was, in jeans and a t-shirt. Her jeans were already a bit wet, and I saw that as she walked she would walk close to the waves lapping on to the beach, not caring that the water would occasionally splash the bottoms of her pants. We were walking in the same direction - she being about 20 yards ahead of me.

After a bit, I decided to lie down on the sand beach - my jeans were wet up to the knees or a bit higher... and I wondered if I was going to be brave enough to wade out all the way to get completely soaked. The woman continued down the beach, and I wasn't sure how to initiate a conversation with her, so I just played the role of a voyeur - and watched as she walked down the beach.

Not many people on this section of the beach, so I jumped up and ran into the surf - my jeans quickly becoming a darker blue and my t-shirt turning transparent as the water soaked my clothes completely. I love that feeling of wet clothes! My cock became instantly hard as I revelled in the feeling, and without briefs on, my hard on was evident underneath my jeans. I spent some time in the water and after 10 or 15 minutes, I wandered back onto the sand where I again laid down in the sunshine to warm up after the colder water.

I had closed my eyes, and the sun warmed my face until I suddenly realized that a shadow had passed in front of me... I opened my eyes and this same woman whom I had earlier admired was now casting a shadow directly over me.

"Hi.... I thought I was the only one that decided to wear jeans to the beach today..." was her opening comment. She spoke with an east european accent. I squinted to see her face, and realized that she was a brunette with lovely features - an even smile, and clear blue eyes. Her jeans were now wet above the knees, and I realized that she had gotten deeper into the water since I had last seen her. Her jeans were tight low rise Levis, and her t-shirt fit well over her nicely formed breasts, which I soon realized were not encumbered by a bra.

I sat up... "I guess I am not much of a swim wear kind of guy" I responded.... "bathing suits just don't seem to suit me." She stared at my wet and sandy jeans.... "I can see that" she smiled. "We seem to have the same fashion sense."

I stood up.... "Hi, my name is Jordi"... and I offered her my hand. "Natasha" was her response. And as we talked, I found out that she was in Florida visiting an elderly aunt - and that she had come to the beach to clear her head from staying in the stuffy apartment her aunt owned.

"It's beautiful here... it's my first time here." she said.... "mind if I sit down for a while and talk with you? I don't know anyone else here besides my aunt and her friends." As we talked, the sun continued to shine brightly, keeping me warm in my damp clothes and it was obvious that she too enjoyed the sunshine. I enjoyed talking with her, as I revelled in her accent as well as her beauty as well as her clothes. Her jeans were soon sandy like mine, and I was getting pretty randy.

An hour passed, and it wasn't long before the heat of the mid afternoon was a little overwhelming. "I'm hot" I said, "I think I will go for another quick swim to cool off."

"You like swimming in your clothes?" she asked. Feeling a bit embarassed, I nodded.... "I do." "Do you care if I join you? I'm hot too - and I will share with you my little secret - I like swimming in my clothes too. I do it all the time in Europe."

Both of us ran into the surf, and I watched as the waves rewet her jeans and then surpassed their previous marks - she was wet to the waist and then under she went. When she surfaced, her wett t-shirt revealed two perfectly formed breasts - her jeans even tighter as the water streamed from them making the faded denim a dark shiny blue. As hard as I had been before, my cock now absolutely stretched the front of my levis and I could feel the button clasps of my 501's rubbing against me. As a wave swept over me, I pushed a hand down into the front of my jeans to adjust for what little room was left in my pants.

We spend about 10 minutes in the water, and then staggered out onto the beach again - I lay down on the sand front first to try and disguise how turned on I was. She lay down beside me.

"You find me attractive, don't you Jordi?" Now that was an understatement... "Ummm, Natasha, are all the women in your country as forthright as you are?" "Some, maybe most." was her reply.

I smiled crookedly at her. She was definitely coming on to me and I was a little uncomfortable... this isnt a regular occurrence at least for me.
You didnt answer me... her question was left hanging. Yeah, Natasha, I find you very attractive. I thought it would not harm to be completely candid. Well, I find you attractive too, she smiled. This was definitely uncharted territory for me.

The afternoon was warm, and the sun shone down brightly. She rolled over onto her stomach right next to me and laid her head on her left arm. Our sides were touching; our wet clothes covered with sand, and my boner under me was nestled in the sand encased in my wet jeans... I moved my hips slightly, and each movement was electrifying I could easily cum in my jeans with this beautiful wet clothed woman lying next to me.

I looked at her, and as I did her eyes opened and she saw me... looked into me with those aqua blue eyes... and she grinned Youre turned on, arent you? Those words whispered with that incredible accent were intoxicating. I wondered at first whether she was poking fun at me, but instead I realized she was being amazingly sexy. Oh yeah, I groaned. Me too, she shared. I love being wet in my clothes... particularly tight jeans.

In all my days, I had thought I would never discover someone of the opposite sex that had the same fascination with wetlook as I had. I had checked the internet, the wetlook sites and even Facebook I had e-mailed and chatted with women who professed an interest, but I knew that the chances of meeting them in real life was remote to nil... and here by complete accident I meet this woman...

Want to do something about it? I asked and almost startled as I felt her right hand moving under me through the sand to cup my jeans clad cock. Oh yes, she smiled again as her fingers stroked my cock through the wet and sandy denim. I groaned again and looked around to check to see if anyone was taking notice of us lying there on the sand. The closest people were a ways up the beach and I gave myself up to this woman who a little more than an hour ago, I didnt even know. She continued to stroke and rub her hand underneath me in the soft sand... and as she rubbed me, I realized she was squirming a bit herself. I threw a look over my shoulder and watched her jeans-clad ass moving in the warm sand obviously her clit was enjoying the warmth of the sand and the wet denim of her levis. I looked at her again her eyes were looking into mine, her mouth was slightly open and I felt her breath on my cheek. Her cheeks were slightly flushed... and I knew that she really was as turned on as I was.

Her hand continued to massage me and I felt her body against mine moving back and forth, up and down. It was a hand job, but unlike any hand job I had ever had before. Stroking me from the head to the base of my shaft, down all the way to my balls, cupping them through my wet jeans, moving my penis from one side to the other... over and over again, occasionally glancing over my shoulder to see her body moving back and forth almost in unison with her hand under me... I held on heroically as she increased the tempo. I feared that our writhing on the beach would be noticed, but again as I looked around, no one was watching as far as I could tell.

It was incredible... our wet jeans and shirts absence of underwear now both covered with sand... her giving me a hand job I had only dreamt of... her own movements right next to me... and then I jerked as the spasm of my cumming in my jeans overwhelmed me. I spasmed a second time, more of my load shooting out into my wet jeans... and then I watched her cum too... her eyes closed as she rubbed me more and then moved her hand down onto her own crotch rubbing her wet pussy through her wet jeans.... I so wished I could cum again. She breathed, sighed deeply, and then opened her eyes as it was obvious she had experienced a delightful orgasm.

Her hand moved out from under her body and clasped mine and we both lay there on the sand delighting in our sexual encounter... and our cum filled jeans. After a few minutes, we both rolled over and sat up and without a word we moved down the beach into the water to wash the sand off our clothes and then, in deeper water, to open our jeans and clean up the cum that we had both produced in quantity. She zipped up her jeans, and I buttoned up mine. We embraced in the water... my hands running over her clothes covered body and her hands running over mine. I felt that we could easily cum again, but after a few minutes, we walked back out of the water and onto the beach. It was getting later in the day, and was turning a bit cooler. Time, unfortunately, to leave...

As we walked hand in hand to the parking lot where I had left my motorcycle, she leaned against me her jeans and t-shirt still obviously wet. Is this it? she asked, almost shyly which I thought was out of character for such a woman as she had proven to be. I knew what she meant... was this going to be our only encounter. I dont want it to be, was my honest response. I pulled a piece of paper and pencil out of the pocket of my leather jacket I had left on my bike, and soon had her phone number while she was in Florida. I gave her my cell phone number as well. She pulled me tighter against her, and we kissed... our first kiss... that lingered on my lips and tasted sweet after the salt water we had tasted in the gulf. Call soon, she said, as she pulled herself away from me and began to walk towards the apartments where her aunt lived. I nodded, and smiled, and she turned and I watched her in those amazing blue wet Levi jeans as she made her way through the parked cars. I knew that my time here in Florida had become something I had never expected...