It was a warm summer night a few years ago. I was alone at home and after a few drinks felt that urgent need to get wet. The garden was dark, the only light coming from the windows of the house. I rigged the sprinkler on the lawn and checked that the water flow was optimal for my needs. Checking that no neighbours could see me I stepped out dressed in white pants and a tunic. Repeatedly I stepped over the sprinkler getting wetter every time, the fabrics clinging and stretching, making me hard.
I decided to change into a maxi dress and rigged the sprinkler before a deck chair. Sitting down on the chair I let the water flow over me, feeling the now transparent dress stick to my body. I had no choice but to reach down to my manhood and the feeling was so sensual.