Like many of my stories this is tale about an unplanned, unexpected completely spontaneous swim wearing " inappropriate bathing attire."

At the time this occurred I was a very young man living in a small inland country town. In this town the climate was very cold in winter with snow & frost a regular occurrence. Even in Spring & Fall the weather could be still rather cold. The summers were usually quite hot but very short. One late Spring early in the morning I was called out to do some work on a farm. I needed the money so I agreed to come. The mornings were still fairly cold at my location even at this time of year & a frost was on the ground as I was deciding how I would dress myself. I decided to wear an extremely thick fleece winter tracksuit with underpants briefs, a singlet & turtle neck skivvy underneath a thick long-sleeved flannelette shirt. It had double pockets that had flaps over them. It was a a very practical country style shirt. On top of all this I wore a thick fleecy matching hoodie. Over the top of this I had what later became known as a puffer vest. It was given to me by a European friend & was fairly rare clothing to have at that time. It had a fur trimmed hood on it. On my head I wore a thick genuine woollen beanie & I decided to wear genuine woollen gloves & a heavy long genuine woollen scarf wrapped in thick loops around my neck. My footwear was elastic sided leather work boots with thick woolly winter socks. I tucked my heavy winter trackpants into these thick heavy over socks for added warmth.

I had my breakfast & filled a small bottle of wine then I packed my car & set off on the hour & a half long drive to the farm. As I approached the locality I noticed that the air temperature was increasing. I put this down to the fact that this property was in a wealthy area that was closer to the sea than mine. I began to feel uncomfortably hot in my heavy winter clothing but I had no air-conditioning in my car so I couldn't cool down without removing clothing. I didn't want to stop as I was making good progress so I decided to put up with it & continue. I began to cross a small country road bridge with a pretty stream underneath it. I glanced to the left to admire a small beach that looked like a nice swimming spot. I wondered why I hadn't seen it before. There was a small group of gorgeous young girls about my age swimming there. I was amazed that they could swim there because it was still too cold at that time of the year to swim there. I was curious & I decided to stop the car & have a look over the side of the bridge to see if maybe on a future occasion it could be a place for me & my friends to have summer picnics. I will also admit that four hot looking girls in sexy bikinis can be very hard to drive past.

They waved at me & I waved back. One of them called out," You must be so hot dressed like that. Why don't you come down here for a swim?" I felt my toco start to rise & I became quite aroused. It was very hard to hide my bulging manhood wearing these thick baggy pants. They beckoned me to come down & swim with them. I told them that I didn't have my bathing suit with me. Two of them ran up onto the bridge & said that I could just go swimming wearing my underpants briefs but I was very self conscious about being seen in my underpants at that time in my life so I declined the offer.

They giggled as they looked at my trackpants. I hadn't realised that I had gone extremely hard & now my pants resembled a horizontal tent. One of the girls gave it a pat & made the usual joke about needing a cold shower. " The water's beautiful here because it's heated by hot water coming from a factory near here. You could just swim in your track pants or if you're so worried about us seeing your body you could just you just go in as you are." "What?" I stammered. They all laughed. "Are you a bit thick? Just jump straight in of the bridge right now. I dare you to do it without taking any thing off. Go on boots, socks, all that woolly stuff & that stupid vest." Maybe they were into wet look. I was starting to wonder. "Look" I said "I cant just go into the water with all my clothes on. I have to go to work. I'd love to but I've got to stay dry. I dont have a change of clothes. It's too cold anyway." "Well I guess you're not really dressed to go bathing are you?" They all laughed. "Are you chicken Mummys boy? Why are you so worried? Youll dry out eventually. Go on into the river you go, boots & everything on" I nearly creamed my trackpants thinking about this.
By now some of the group had come up onto the bridge & were using a rope swing attached to the bridge. "Go on. At least try the swing if youre not going swimming. You can swing right out over the river & land back on the bridge without getting your clothes wet or are you too scared?" I reluctantly agreed to do it. I announced that I'd have a swing out over the water but I would really have to stay dry because I had to go to work very soon. I really didn't think I would end up in the water if I was careful enough.

I grabbed the rope firmly with both hands & swung out over the river but as I returned to the bridge my feet missed the deck & I found myself swinging out again. This time however there wasn't enough momentum to return to the bridge. I found myself dangling over the river & kicking to try & return to the bridge. I asked for them to help me but they laughed & told me that the rule was that I had to rescue myself or I would be going in swimming. They were laughing at my futile efforts to save myself. My arms were getting tired & I couldn't get the rope to swing enough to return to the bridge. My God I had to get myself back to that bloody bridge. There was no way I could allow myself to fall into the river with all my clothes & work boots on. I had to go to work in half an hour. With a feeling of dread however I realised that I was going to have to let go. My arms were killing me. At first I was anxiously trying to avoid falling into the water. I was desperately trying to think of ways to get back to the deck. I looked for hand & foot holds but there were none. The rope was now just hanging there out over the river & I just couldn't swing it enough to return it to the deck. I begged them to help me but they stood there with their arms crossed shaking their heads. "If you cant get back Mummys boy you're going in for a morning swim. It really didnt look to good for me but I'll admit that it wasn't too long before hot & horny thoughts of how these brand new heavy clothes would feel as "a bathing suit" began to enter my head. My brand new long sleeved flannelette with its double button up pockets would look so shiny when wet. Just imagine having to swim back to the bridge in this heavy sweat suit & shiny puffer vest.

By now I was very hot & despite the cold frosty morning & weak sunshine sweat was pouring off me. I was getting very tired. I had to resign myself to the fact that no one was going to help me. I was going to have to let go of the rope & fall into the water with all my clothes on. There was now absolutely no choice. I was going in. Mind you I thought why wouldn't you want to swim with these gorgeous babes. I let go & plunged into the water with a huge splash The temperature was surprisingly warm & the feeling of my puffer vest, thick fleece, wool & flannelette clothing pressing in on me felt absolutely wonderful. I surrendered & sank down into it's inviting depths as my work boots filled with water. The others were soon in the water alongside me. I rose to the surface & bobbed about briefly enjoying a slight life jacket feeling of buoyancy from my puffer vest before all my clothing filled with water. My beanie was loose & in my eyes as well my hoodie & puffer vest hoods with its fur trim hanging limply down. My huge woolly scarf was trailing all around me with several thick loops of it still wrapped tightly around my neck. They splashed water at my face & slashed them back with wet woolly gloved hands. A desperate feeling of dread grabbed me when I saw how hopelessly wet I was. How the hell could I turn up to work looking like this? Well it was too late now. I've fucked up & I'm treading water fully clothed. There was nothing I could do now so it was time to enjoy this completely unexpected morning swim.
Well we swam, twisted & turned somersaults underwater. All thoughts of work were soon forgotten as we played in the water. We had a swimming race across the river & several times my heavy sweatpants ended up around my ankles. I tried to keep them on however because I didn't want the girls to see me in my almost transparent white underpants. At one point they came off completely & I almost lost them in the river depths. Sweat pants are so not made to swim in. They are even worse than denim jeans. Both jeans & sweat pants with slide down when one swims vigorously. By now my clothes were feeling really heavy & I wanted a bit more freedom of movement so removed my scarf, beanie, puffer vest & hoodie & put them up onto the bridge. I filled my shirts with air & enjoyed how they became inflated like a huge shiny, checked balloon. My thick heavy fleece baggy sweat pants were inflating the same way but when out of the water they would cling in a wrinkly way to my skinny little spider legs. Making my thick woolly over socks & sodden polished brown leather work boots look bigger. My boner was very visible too. There's no hiding an erection when wearing sweat pants, particularly wet sweats. There was absolutely no way I could turn up for work looking like this. These clothes would take days to dry. I was going to be in big trouble but I was so horny I couldn't think straight.

I ended up joining the group on the little beach & shared my wine & lunch with them. I smoked my first joint with them too. One girl wanted to hold my hand. She suddenly stood up. I got to my feet shakily & she led me back into the water. She laughed at my nervousness & asked if I was ashamed of my body because I was still wearing my clothing. I nodded meekly. Mind you I was always turned on by swimming fully clothed. My red & black checked flannelette shirt with its mid ocean blue turtleneck skivvy underneath was so lovely & shiny with the long wet clingy arms. These girls with their gorgeous breasts & bodies gently rubbing my chest through its soft velvety wet cloth just made everthing feel so much better. She shook her head & said, You're not really dressed for swimming are you?" Suddenly she threw her arms around me & started kissing me wildly as we sank down to our necks into the warm inviting water. The next thing I knew was that her tongue was in my mouth. I was getting really excited by now but I wasn't sure if I was doing things properly. She stopped & asked me if I was still a virgin. I became embarrassed & didn't answer. She said, "I thought so. Relax & let me look after you. I'll show you what to do.You are a virgin aren't you?" I nodded sadly. Her voice was so sexy & although I felt like a total nerd I was smart enough to realise that she would be delighted & turned on to be dealing with a complete virgin. She would also be very motherly & tender. I wouldn't mind that at all because she was so soft & gentle now. She humped me & pashed me. I learnt very quickly what to do with my tongue & she guided my hands into places where they had never been before. It wasn't long before my track pants were totally creamed.

I stayed and played all afternoon & into the night with those girls. It took quite a while to clean all the man custard from those underpants & sweat pants after that day. I ended up losing my virginity, my job & not long after that my first car because I was paying it off from my ex boss. It wasn't long before he demanded it back. That girl taught me so much & we became an item for quite a while before her rich family caused trouble & destroyed our relationship. They moved her away from the area & made it impossible to continue seeing each other. I wish I could find her again but I guess it would never be the same. After all too much water has passed under the bridge.
Cheers, Winter Woolly Wetboy.