Here's the next installment from my ex-girlfriend, "Tiffany." She and I had a healthy wetlook sex life and, upon request, she's recently taken to sharing her side of some of our experiences. Because of her work, the pictures we took will never be shared, so please don't ask. She's had quite a bit of fun writing these as, well, we were both horny as fuck around each other, and that's the part of the relationship worth remembering. So, without further ado, here's a story about one of our longer wetlook sessions after a shoot I had done. Portions in [brackets] are annotated by me.

Ultimately, I began to really enjoy tagging along on shoots. It was always a sure thing that I could get wet. But many times, my weekend work schedule meant that I couldn't come for the shoot itself, but I could still come by after. That was the case on this particular Saturday when he was shooting a gorgeous traveling model, Savannah, at his usual hotel.

Before I left that morning, I knew I'd be coming directly from work because it was a shorter drive than going home and then going to the hotel. So, I made sure to pack a bag with any outfits I thought I might want to get wet. I included some tight jeans and my "fuck me" skirt, a tight denim miniskirt. I don't think I ever put that skirt on and didn't get fucked, so it was aptly named. I also decided that I'd go for the see-through look today, so multiple layers were out, and thin, light colored tops were in. I had a plain tight white t-shirt, a very thin yellow henley top, and a pink cami. There were times that I'd work the clothes I wanted to soak into my work outfit, but I expected the shoot to be over by the time I got there, so I wasn't even thinking about getting my work clothes wet, especially since I would be in the pool. I didn't want to risk ruining any work clothes.

Needless to say, I was a bit surprised when I got to the hotel and they were still down at the pool shooting. So I walked into the pool area with my bag of clothes and immediately saw why the shoot was running long. Savannah was stunning in her wet clothes! I'm sure he couldn't resist taking extra shots and she didn't look even the slightest bit tired. [I did, in fact, take a record number of photos at this shoot because of how good Savannah looked. She had such an alluring grin that I couldn't stop clicking away.] But they were on their final outfit, so I knew it would be my turn soon. So, I just sat in the corner and waited. They finished up within 5 minutes and he came over to kiss me hello and see what outfits I brought. He held up each top and said I'd look amazing. [I knew from looking at each top that each one would be see-through, even before it got wet. These tops were going to absolutely disappear in the water!] Then he got to work uploading the photos from the camera card to his external drive. He wanted to make sure he had plenty of room to shoot me in my wet braless tops. Before Savannah came out in her street clothes, he told me to wait when she came out before going in to change. He wanted to dry off the floor in the changing room before I went in there. A wet changing room floor sometimes made it difficult to change and not get parts of the outfits a little wet and we both liked it when I started off completely dry. [That was just an excuse to keep her by the pool. There was no way she was going to stay dry in her work outfit if I had anything to say about it. Her ass looked too damn good not to see her wet.]

So Savannah came back out and they took care of the compensation and said their goodbyes. As soon as she left, he turned to me and asked me which outfit I wanted to wear first. I was partial to a pair of tight faded blue jeans. These were my favorite because they fit like a glove and I loved the way they made me look and feel when they were all wet. And then I thought I'd go with the yellow henley top with the buttons unbuttoned to show some cleavage. The material was so thin, I was certain it would be see through, even dry. It was a new shirt, so I'd never gotten it wet before and couldn't wait to see the look on his face when my wet tits crested above the water line with this top plastered to them. He agreed that would be an excellent outfit.

He then shifted subjects and mentioned how warm the water was. He said that it was the warmest he's ever felt this pool, and that was part of the reasons why he and Savannah shot for so long. He said I should go feel it before I changed so that I could think about whether I wanted to jump right in after changing, or slowly climb down the ladder. [I honestly thought she'd see right through my ploy, but the fact that the shoot ran long gave it a little extra credence.] It was normally a fairly warm pool, so I was curious how much warmer it could have been, so I walked over to the edge, and knelt down next to the edge and dipped my hand in. [At this point, there was no getting out of it for her. She was half squatting, half kneeling, so she was off balance to begin with. I wouldn't need to push hard to send her in.] As soon as I touched the water, I knew I'd been had because the temperature of the water was exactly the same as it had always been. I had just enough time to turn my head to see his hands make contact with my shoulder and hip as he sent me head first into the pool. [I pushed from high and low to make extra certain she couldn't duck out of it.] I barely had enough time to let out a shriek before I was completely underwater. I immediately came to the the surface to catch a full breath and it was only then that I could feel the weight of the clothes. [She looked pissed! But she also looked amazing with her hair plastered down around her and her mouth wide open.] Not always, but most of the time, I got wet in clothes that I planned to get wet. This was not one of those times. I had been wearing tight light grey dress slacks with a black belt and black thigh-high stockings and black thong panties underneath with a watermelon-colored button down top, push up bra, and a tight button down sleeveless vest that matched my pants. I even still had my work flats on too!

The soaked clothes felt so good, but I admit I didn't know whether to touch myself or scream at him for soaking my work clothes in the pool. But as I looked up, I realized he had already scooped up his camera and was clicking away. [I had to have pictures of her like this!] I was equal parts angry and turned on, and he did great capturing both as I climbed up the ladder. Not only did those skin tight pants reveal every nuance of my hips and thighs, but the now dark grey material shined like nothing I'd ever seen. [Umm, yeah, those pants looked every bit as good as I thought they would. I couldn't believe the shine...and they were soooo tight!] I was now officially more turned on than angry as I stood there shining and dripping, with my flats squishing with each step. I tried to give him an angry look, but all I could muster was to shake my head as my lips, almost involuntarily, began to shift to a smirk, and then to a full smile. Since I was already wet and these clothes felt so good, I decided I might as well go back in, so I walked around to the deep end. I paused at the edge of the pool to reach down and rub my soaked crotch for the camera before jumping back in, still wearing every bit of clothes. [That was such an erotic sequence. She paused at the edge of the pool with her legs slightly spread, closed her eyes, tipped her head back, and rubbed her pussy 3 or 4 times.] But this time, after I hit the water, I stayed under for a little longer to feel the resistance of the clothes against the water around me. The thigh-high pantyhose made my pants slide up and down on my leg so smoothly that I thought I would definitely have to try to soak this combination again!

At this point, he was making his way into the pool with the camera. We came together in a long wet kiss. When our lips parted, I followed his eyes down to my chest as his free hand came up to gently caress my wet breasts through my vest, shirt and bra, as his fingers made their way to the buttons on my shirt and vest. He unbuttoned the top three buttons of my shirt and the top button of the vest so that now, thanks in part to my push up bra, I was showcasing cleavage galore. He backed away and started shooting again. [One, yes, I admit that I wanted an excuse to fondle her breast. And second, she always buttoned her work shirts so high that she showed zero cleavage. She has DD breasts and I could tell she was wearing a push up braplus the vest was pushing them up too. It was almost a sin for her not to be showing any cleavage.]

For the next 30 minutes, we alternated between him using his camera to capture my soaking wet body from every angle to him using his hands to explore my soaking wet body from every angle. He seemed to really love how I looked in these ass and thigh-hugging pants. [Seemed to like? I felt like I couldn't shut up about them!] I was certain the other outfits would have to wait and he'd take me up to the room and fuck my brains out. But after a series of shots posing on a lounge chair next to the pool, he told me to go ahead and change outfits. I didn't know whether to be offended or excited that I could now change into the outfit that I had originally picked out to get all wet in. But, since I really wanted to get those see-through tops wet, I bought in. [She's absolutely right that I wanted to fuck her brains out, but I also really wanted to see he wet in at least one or two of the other outfits she brought, so I relied on my will power to wait it out and get her wet in some other things first.]

The changing room had a little shower, so I warmed it up and went under, still fully clothed, to try to rinse the chlorinated pool water out of my work clothes. As I stripped them off in the shower, I kept thinking how nice it would be to have him behind me, kissing my neck, and feeling his hard dick poking me in my lower back, begging for me to bend over and let him in. But he didn't follow me in, so I got naked, hung up my clothes to drip, and dried off as best I could. These jeans did not go on without a bit of a fight, but it was worth it because they were plastered on from my knees up to my waist. I put on that yellow henley top and it didn't conceal my nipples one bit. And with the buttons open, I was certain he wouldn't be able to resist me this time.

When I came out, he was still in the pool with his camera. [I was speechless when I saw how thin that top was. I'm not sure she had ever worn anything that was this see-through before. I couldn't wait to see her wet!] I decided I'd go slow and tease him a bit on the way in this time, so I walked over to the ladder. I repeatedly dipped a toe in the water, or stood on the top step, only to back out again. I could tell it was driving him nuts, but it was driving me nuts too. I LOVED getting these jeans wet and I LOVED showing off my tits. So I went down to the next step for a few clicks, then the one below that. I was now wet to just above my knee, but there was no next step, but I wasn't quite ready to get the rest of my jeans wet just yet. So I started to lean back and down on the ladder, slowly letting the water creep up the back of my thighs. I felt a surge rush through me when it hit my crotch and I shot right back up, showing the camera my soaking wet legs. I couldn't take it anymore. I let go of the ladder, put my arms up, and just fell backwards into the water. [Narrowly missing splashing my camera!] Oh the rush! I knew when I surfaced that my top would be so see-through that I might as well be topless. My head broke the water and turned to look at him and I could see he was just waiting to see me stand all the way up. I stood slowly so that no air would get inside the shirt and it would stay plastered to me. When I looked down, I started to feel a sort of nervous tingling inside seeing my nipples and full breasts showing through like my wet shirt wasn't even there. [Without a doubt, this was the most see-through thing she'd ever gotten wet.] I just started to jump up and down, and each time I went down, I made sure to lower my shoulders into the water so my tits would get a fresh soaking with each jump. After a few clicks, he stopped shooting and just stared as my soaked tits bounced and shined. [I could barely keep it together. She really did look amazing.] But he wanted to see more of my wet outfit because he then asked me to climb out of the pool. He shot from inside the pool and out of it...and I could see he was turned on when he got out. [I had been turned on long before I climbed out.]

It was just then that a worker from the hotel came in. I could tell he was flustered when he saw my wet tits. I stood there, straight up, with my tits well above the water for him to ogle. And ogle he did. He stammered something about needing to check the filter basket, but he could barely take his eyes off me the whole time. I smiled and splashed some water up on my tits just to tease him. When he was finished and stood up, I could tell he was turned on a bit too. He nervously said goodbye and heading back out of the pool room. When we heard the elevator doors close, we both laughed hysterically. [I was laughing partially out of relief because I thought he was going to tell her to cover up better or leave the pool. But I decided to click away as she put on a show for this guy. He wasn't in any of the shots, but the expression on her face in those is priceless!]

It seemed like he took a ton of pictures in this outfit, [close to 600] and I gave him all I had, absolutely certain that I'd be rewarded with cock when we were done. I made every raunchy pose I could think of, until finally, he said, "Okay, next outfit! Why don't you put on the fuck me skirt and the pink top?" I couldn't believe that we weren't going to fuck! But then he sat up on the edge of the pool to reveal his fully erect cock, so at least I knew I was getting through to him. Now, I knew he was just building the tension. I didn't even bother with rinsing the pool water out of these clothes as I peeled them off as fast as I could. I barely toweled off before I put on nothing but my tight denim miniskirt and light pink cami. No panties this time. My nipples were already poking through the front, while my breasts spilled out the sides. Wasting no time coming out of the changing room, I jumped right in the pool without breaking stride. When I surfaced, he was barely able to get more than a couple of shots before I was upon him. I pushed the camera to the side, and kissed him with all of the pent up urges I'd been feeling since I first hit the water in my work clothes. [I honestly thought she'd play along and drive me nuts posing in this last outfit. I was not expecting her to jump me right there, but more than happy to go with it.] I wrapped my legs around him and immediately began to slide up and down on his cock. "Let's go," I said. I led him to the ladder, out of the pool, and right to the elevator to go up to the room, leaving all of the wet clothes behind for now. He had his camera, and that was the valuable thing. I couldn't resist and I cornered him in the elevator, hoping someone would get on and see us making out and my hand stroking his penis through his shorts. But, we got to our floor alone. As I exited the elevator, I realized one of the straps of my cami had slid down and by breast was fully out. [It didn't slide down it's own, I slid it down and was fondling her bare breast on the elevator.] Another couple was walking from their room to the elevator and gave me quite the look, but I didn't care because I was seconds away from getting what I wanted. [He looked amused. She didn't.] Sure enough, before the water in the shower could even heat up, he had me bent over at the back of the shower, with my skirt up around my waist, and his cock sliding into my dripping pussy. I LOVED taking his cock after such a long build up because I knew that an orgasm would come fast and he'd keep them coming. [I swear, I used to think she was faking it for my benefit, and that she was just good at faking it.] The water finally warmed up and we moved under the shower, as the water continued soaking what was left of our clothes. Technically, I was still wearing my skirt and top, but the skirt was up around my waist, and the top was down around my waist.

I honestly don't know how long we went before he finally finished inside of me, [neither do I] but then I realized I had planned to wear my work clothes home as my dry clothes and they were still hanging in the changing room downstairs. His stuff was still up here since before the shoot, so he put on some dry clothes and went downstairs to collect my wet clothes. So, when he got back, I meticulously slid on every piece of damp work clothes I had taken off. I knew when we got home he'd want to see my ass all wet again in those pants, and I wanted to get the full experience.