So I recently shared a wonderful moment with a close friend of mine, and I couldn't help but write it down to share it. It was a lovely night of shared memories, intimate moments, and damp clothing...

Me and my friend had been close for a long time, and when I had my life change as drastically as it did many years ago she was fully supportive and had my back through it all. I adore her for it, and me and her have shared many secrets amongst ourselves both frivolous and profound. Naturally she was well aware of my affinity for water and was always fascinated when I would share both my past wet moments as well as photos of my transgressions with her. Questions always popped up when I would chat with her about it, from how the clothes felt when wet to how I took care of my things after a soak to prevent damage. And I was always willing to share these details, it was a nice outlet for myself I do admit.

She herself had never really been interested in getting wet, as she admitted it wasn't something she had the urge to try or even have had the moment crop up in the past to try it. But that changed one weekend after a long work week. It was definitely not a planned thing, but it came about naturally and organically on a Friday night.

Me and her had taken the train back from the office and I had agreed to come over to her home for dinner. Both of us are still single ladies, but we do like to enjoy some dinner and wine on occasion at each other's places to unwind after a particularly hard week of work deadlines and office banter. Both of us walked up her street with our heels clicking on the sidewalk as we went. It goes without saying that we were both dressed professionally, having come straight from work.

I was wearing a dark blue blouse with a small bow at the neckline and short frilled sleeves, a red knee length flounce style skirt over dark pantyhose, my traditional long red peacoat I usually wore, and white leather booties with stiletto heels. For accessories I wore some long amethyst earrings and a gold dress watch, and my white Calvin Klein shoulder bag held everything else.

As for my friend, she had been wearing a really cute wool dress and jacket set which consisted of a knee length dress of thin brown knit wool down from a high waist, with the top of the dress being a sleeveless black satin with wide straps. Over top the matching brown wool jacket had asymmetric buttons on the front and long sleeves, with a bit of lace along the bottom hem. She looked lovely in it, and I honestly wished I had one in a light pink or lilac colour...

Dark pantyhose, some short earrings and a diamond necklace, and a light blue Michael Kors tote bag complemented her look, with knee-high leather boots with medium height block style heels. We both looked a treat if I do say so myself! She would agree that dressing nice at work does provide a little spark for us to go the extra mile. Compliments always help too.

As we arrived at her place we walked into the foyer and towards the kitchen to grab some wine. This not being my first time I was aware of the layout and couldn't help but glance over at the sunroom next door. Situated on the deck was a decently large hot tub that she had installed for her own relaxation, and being a rather chilly night I couldn't help but wish I could head out for a warm soak after a long day of work. It would certainly beat a dip in the bathtub at my apartment, nice and roomy with room for two...

This is where having a friend who knows you so well inside and out comes into play, as it wouldn't be the first time we had taken a tub dip clothed before. Many years prior we had enjoyed a soak in some simple summer dresses to unwind, which led to some casual touching and feeling how the clothes felt all wet. We both enjoyed it but never had another opportunity to really test the waters.

Needless to say this hadn't slipped past my friend, she had noticed my gaze and chuckled to herself as she poured the wine, before asking if I had designs on using her hot tub this evening. I gave a dismissive wave and said I wouldn't want to inconvenience her into preparing and filling the tub up this late. To my surprise and admitted delight she said it was already prepared and filled to capacity, and I could use it if I was so inclined. And oh boy, I definitely was.

We both took our filled wine glasses and some chocolates over and my friend removed the cover from the top revealing a giant tub of water, which soon began to move around as she started the jets up. I could smell the chlorine mixing around as some steam rose from the surface. Now me being me I had no qualms of stepping into the water with my clothing on, but I wanted to make sure she wouldn't have an issue with me getting soaked in her home, and the inevitable dry-off that would ensure afterwards. I think she figured I would only go in with the basic clothes and would remove anything excess, so with a simple gesture towards the tub she said 'It's your clothing, not mine!' and went back to the kitchen to bring the wine bottle back over.

Now alone at the tub I decided to push my luck and walked up the steps and, without removing my booties, coat, or even my handbag, proceeded to step down into the water...

My boots quickly touched the bottom of the tub, full of water and feeling squishy on my feet. Standing in the knee deep water my skirt was bunched up on the surface, as was my coat which started to soak up the water into the thick fabric. Moving side to side to enjoy the feel of the water in my boots and my wet pantyhose against my legs I turned to look for a place to sit and gently sat down on one of the seats, the water rushing up my body instantly soaking my skirt and blouse, my coat fanning out around me as I settled breast deep in the warm bubbly water, the tub jets blasting water against my rear and under my coat and skirt.. mmmhm, it felt so nice to feel the bubbles squirt into my panties and up my skirt slip. I determined this was heaven for the moment as I gently pushed my peacoat under the surface around me, my purse floating next to me fairly buoyant on the surface.

As I was lost in my inner world enjoying these feelings of pleasure and ecstasy, my friend came back and looked slightly shocked at what she had come back to. I'm sure I looked a sight seated there in the water, the only dry part of me being my short hair and the fresh makeup on my face. Otherwise I was a soggy mess.

I simply giggled and gave a silly salute to her as I lazily moved my legs around in the water, lifting my feet out to allow my booties to drain water down my legs into the water. Quickly I started getting worried that I had overstepped the situation and that she would be upset at my rash decision. Or at least, I did momentarily...

With a neutral expression she looked at me and the water, then at the bottle in her hand. With a loud huff and a small shrug she shook her head and said 'Guess I'll join you.' True to her words she made her way to the stairs, but to my shock she didn't take off her boots or jacket, or even remove the silver dress watch on her wrist. She even picked up her bag and held it in one hand with the bottle in the other as she climbed up and stepped into the tub.

I watched mesmerized as her leather boots slowly dipped below, filling to the brim. The hem of her wool dress bunched up a bit as it was dipped into the water, and with a little giggle she even let go of her leather tote bag and let it plop on the surface of the water, the wide bottom providing stability as it bobbed around, the jets causing it to slowly circle the tub. She then sat down on the seat next to me, her jacket and dress now fully soaked, and gave a sweet smile as she gave me a hug, which I reciprocated. This was simply two close friends letting loose and being caught in the moment.

With a toast of our wine glasses we both took a long sip as the jets caressed our clothes, making bubbles flow under our skirts and flutter against our undergarments. It was a surreal moment, both of us dressed so smartly and professionally while utterly soaked to the skin.

For a long while we talked about work, our private lives and whatever tickled our fancy. Our clothes danced around in the water as the jets sprayed against us, and while my purse had by now partially sunken below the surface, my friend's tote bag had managed to stay upright as it floated around like a buoy, carried by the current of the water. I'm not sure what started it, or if I was the one who initiated it or if it was her, but we slowly began feeling our clothes, enjoying the texture of the wet fabric against our fingers. We took turns taking off our boots and gently feeling the soggy leather, talking about how we could take care for them after letting them dry carefully. Having never soaked leather before, my friend listened attentively as I described the many steps and ways to care for your clothes and footwear. She seemed entranced by the squishy feel of her leather boots in her hand as she let them float around the tub. I likewise let my booties bob around me, taking off my coat and letting it fan out on the surface, fully soaked and squishy to the touch.

Slowly our touching moved towards more intimate actions as the night got late and the wine slowly relaxed our senses. We started by simply giving eachother small kisses, giggling all the while as we let our inhibitions drain and enjoyed the skinship. Slowly our hands reached to our chests as we gently fondled our chests through our clothes, our waterlogged bras feeling nice and restrictive as they pressed against us underneath. With a small splash I gave my face a wash, smudging my mascara and letting my cutely made up face go to waste. She noticed this and with a laugh she poured her wine glass over her face, her own makeup now messy and tatty as she let the glass float in front of her. It felt lovely to be so silly and reckless...

A few moments afterwards we looked at eachother, both of us smiling behind our messy faces. Without saying anything and led by instinct we both reached down below the surface and underneath our skirts to caress our lower extremities, our hands slipping into eachother's panties to enjoy a bit of naughty fun.

Fully aroused and expecting release we continued fingering eachother, our bodies writhing around in the bubbly water as our footwear, bags and accessories floated around us waterlogged and forgotten. It wasn't long before I felt my orgasm take a hold, my back arching as I squirted a little into my sticky panties. My god, it felt absolutely wonderful...

My friend followed shortly afterwards as she gasped and twitched, her own sticky mess left behind. We finished up holding eachother tightly as the euphoria washed over us, content to rest and enjoy the last moments of our soggy transgressions.

As we glanced around the sunroom we admired the mess we had left in the tub. Her tote bag had now fallen over, likely jostled by our fondling, and was now half submerged. I guess we both would have to deal with some ruined belongings after all.

We both started the cleanup shortly after as we climbed out and slowly stripped down, letting our boots and bags sit next to the hot tub as we set aside our clothes and my now heavy coat. After setting things aside to dry and using some treatment on the leather items we enjoyed a cup of tea together in the living room content to sit in our damp undergarments while watching television, both of us appreciating the absurdity of the situation and enjoying every minute of it. I took extra time to let her know how to treat her boots and bag over the weekend, and she agreed to call me if she had any concerns. I gave a little laugh as I mentioned I couldn't help her when it came to the things she ruined in her bag, such as her work key fob and countless cosmetics!

It was close to three in the morning before I was able to make my way home, my clothes still damp but presentable. My coat was still utterly soaked, so my friend kept it behind to let it dry and would bring it to the office the following week. I almost felt bad for the taxi driver who picked me up, though I don't think he noticed that I was a bit dishevelled and wearing rather rumpled clothing.

The whole night was a wonderful escape for both of us, and I can definitely say having a friend who you can be both silly and intimate with is something to hold on to in life. I hope you enjoyed the read. Take care!