So, after we finished looking through the pictures from our first tryst in the pool, we agreed that we were ready to put on dry outfits and try again. I suggested that she put on her white jeans and skip wearing any panties. She asked which top I wanted to see her get wet in, but I told her to surprise me. Knowing that she loved to show off her body, she'd end up choosing a better top than I'd pick out anyway. So, as I struggled to get out of my own wet clothes, she peeled herself out of her wet jeans and held them up so she could see me through the now gaping hole in the crotch. She was laughing as she said, "Well, I guess these are now officially ruined." I told her I thought they were now perfect and that if she held on to them, today would not be the last time she took cock while wearing them.

It was in that moment when I remembered that we were no longer together and that meant she could fuck someone else wearing those jeans. And a strange new sensation came over me because I kind of liked the idea of her getting fucked by someone else in those jeans. I'm not sure that I'd want to participate in a 3-way that involved another man, but I am certain that I'd love watching her get filled out...and I know she'd love being watched by me. But, this would have to be a conversation for another day.

By now, we were both naked and trying to towel off our damp skin as best as possible to make putting on dry clothes a little easier. With a towel now wrapped around her, she took her white jeans and with her back turned towards me, she started rummaging through her bag for a top. Without giving me glimpse, she took her white jeans and a surprise top into the bathroom to dress. Meanwhile, I started putting on a full outfit...boxers, denim jeans, t-shirt, and hoodie. I didn't wear it often, but I love the feeling of a heavy wet hoodies paired up with heavy wet denim jeans. Just after I finished pulling my hoodie over my head, I heard the bathroom door open and I looked up. There she was in painted on white jeans and a painted on white t-shirt over her DD tits that read, "FUCK ME, I'm horny" in red letters. I just stared at her gorgeous plump tits for a few seconds before looking her in the eyes and agreeably said, "Okay!"

Her beautiful tits bounced with each step as she strode right to me, tilted her head, and parted her lips for a kiss, only to teasingly turn away at the last second. I almost scooped her up to carry her to the edge of the pool and drop her in, but she interrupted my thought by switching gears and asking if I was hungry. I kind of was. It was dinner time by now and we had been quite active. We decided to do the easy thing and order a pizza. We wouldn't be able to eat the whole thing at once, so we were guaranteed a snack for later in the night too. But I wasn't about to wait for a pizza to get here to see her wet in a shirt that was telling me to fuck her, so, with the pizza ordered, I scooped her up and carried her to the pool and without breaking stride, jumped right in, dunking her in her all white outfit. I was still absorbing the wonderful feeling of the heavy jeans and hoodie while I watched her surface in a white t-shirt for the second time that evening. There was absolutely zero air between her tits and the fabric of the t-shirt. I don't think I'll ever forget the mental image of her with her hair plastered to her, mouth agape, gaze down at her own soaked body, and her hands coming up to squeeze her own breasts as though she were wringing water from just them.

I came closer, with every intention of squeezing various parts of her myself. But just as I got close, she ducked under the water and pushed herself backwards towards the stairs. Clearly, she wasn't done teasing me, and I was 100% there for it. She rose up two steps, just far enough that the water was up to mid-thigh. I could now tell that her entire outfit had gone entirely see through. The only parts of her outfit that hadn't turned the color of her skin were the seams of her clothes, which now stood out in vivid contrast with all the other translucent material. Once again, she looked down at her wet clothes, but this time, she looped her fingers into the belt loops on the front of her jeans and began to pull up. She stared at her pussy as she manipulated the seam of her see through jeans into revealing one of the best camel toes I've ever witnessed. She had worked her magic yet again as I was hard as a rock without so much as a single grope or fondle. So, I just stared at her, fully enjoying the amazing sight before me, as I began to stroke my cock through my jeans underwater. I made no attempt to disguise what I was doing, especially knowing that it would drive her nuts to see me starting to masturbate to the sight of her. She gasped at the sight and immediately dispatched her finger to rub herself inside the crease of her camel toe. I wasted no time in freeing my cock from my jeans and committed fully to masturbating right in front of her to the sight of her. Seconds later, she was opening up her own jeans and rubbing her clit with full intent of bringing herself to orgasm. As I stroked myself, I began to get closer to her, but didn't let up. She knew what was coming, so she sat down on the steps and leaned back, making her whole body available to me. I stood on the steps above her, both of our hands working feverishly towards orgasms we knew were likely seconds away. I fondled her large gorgeous, soaking wet breast, and that was enough. I blew myself all over her wet thigh and belly. As she saw the cum land on her, it appeared her orgasm came then too as she clenched her legs around her hand and stopped moving for a moment, until her body shuddered a few times, and her breath clearly indicated the relief of cumming. I wiped the cum hanging from the tip of my cock on her tit, and I felt a bit of a post-orgasm tingle myself as the tip of my cock passed over her erect nipple, leaving a small streak of cum behind. Almost on cue, she wiped up some of the cum off her thigh and immediately sucked it off her finger, before wrapping her lips around my cock to lick me even cleaner.

At this point, we really hadn't been wet in these outfits for very long, and I really didn't want to only jerk off to her in a wet t-shirt that was telling me to fuck her. So, I suggested we go to the shower to try to clean the cum off of her. If nothing else, we could get each other nice and soapy and have some fun that way. So, off to the shower we went. And this isn't an ordinary shower. It's an oversized room with a shower head on opposite walls. One of the things I did right after I checked in was to aim both shower heads to intersect in the middle to guarantee a constant drenching to anyone standing there. So, I positioned her right there and proceeded to dump what was probably a third of a bottle of shower gel on her and just started rubbing. Feeling her wet, slippery body was making me horny all over again, especially when I pressed myself against her and my body slid up and down against her slippery soapy clothes. We kissed and gratuitously felt each other's wet bodies. She peeled the hoodie off of me and ran her hands over every inch of me, as I did the same to her. We were pretty well rinsed off at this point, and just completely soaked from the constant drenching of the dual showers heads. Just then, there was a loud knock at the door. We both froze and looked at each other with the same realization...the pizza delivery!

I was the fist to act. Since the floor from the shower to the door was all tile and no carpet, we could get it as wet as we wanted. So I smirked and said, "I dare you to answer that, as is, no drying off." Just in case you forgot, not only is she soaked from head to toe with her clothes on, but the wet clothes are white and are as transparent as clothes get, and she wasn't wearing a stitch of underwear. She tugged on her belt loops again to refresh her camel toe, smiled, and said very simply, "Okay." She walked directly from the stream of the shower heads directly to the door, not even slowing as she scooped up the tip I'd put out on the counter. With water still pouring off of her, tits and pussy as clear as day through her soaked clothes, she quickly swung the door open. There was no sound for a second or two, or three. She loved to bask in someone's gaze, and I'm sure that's what she was doing. Then I heard, in her low sultry voice, "Hi there." In response, she got a nervous, "Umm, hi. I have your pizza." She just laughed and said, "Now that doesn't look like that's all you have, you naughty boy." She was met with stunned silence and I could hear the pizza exchange hands and Tiffany loudly whisper, "This is for you. Thanks and have a GREAT night," a moment before the door closed.

I was incredibly turned on by her willingness to put on such a show for a complete stranger. I had intended to tell her to leave the pizza and come back to the shower, but instead I came out to the door, adding to the growing puddle on the floor. I took the pizza from her hands, put it on the counter, and immediately turned back to her, pressing my lips to hers, while simultaneously opening up the front of the jeans. As soon as I had the button open and the zipper down, I knelt down and started yanking those wet jeans down bit by bit until she was able to kick them off with her feet. My jeans and boxers went next, and then I immediately spun her around and leaned her over with her hands against the door. I probed for her pussy with the tip of my cock and found it ready and waiting as I began to drill her right there against the door, obeying the order on the t-shirt she was still wearing. Tiffany peeked through the peep hole and whispered between increasingly labored breaths, "He's still there, listening." It was time to make this loud, so I reached around and began to flick her clit back and forth as I stroked in and out of her. She began to let out sharp moans and "Ohs," increasing in both volume and intensity until she just started yelling. For a while, it went on, at significant volume, something like this, "Fuck me! Fuck my pussy! Fill up my little wet hole! Oh yeah, fuck me! Fuck your little slut with your big thick cock!" as her hand repeatedly slapped the door.

That went on for a bit before I pulled out, turned her around, backed her against the door, lifted her right leg, and slid right back into her from the front. I could just make out through the peep hole over her right shoulder that the delivery man was still there. It looked like he had his phone out. I assumed he was recording the noise, which at this point, amounted to rhythmic pounding against the door since her verbal incantations had slowed some. That is, until I whispered in Tiffany's ear that he was recording her getting fucked. Her face lit up and and the verbal fireworks started all over again, but this time, even louder and dirtier. She was getting off knowing that this guy was going to end up at home later that night, making himself cum to the sounds she makes with dick inside her. As I've mentioned before, she LOVES that kind of attention. It actually intimidates most guys, but you've got to commit and dive right in if you want the reward that comes from being with this kind of sexually awakened and confident woman.

But, getting back to the fucking, I'm sure I would have cum by now, if I hadn't already cum multiple times that night. I was still filling her up with hard cock, but there were no rounds left in the chamber, so now it just became a question of how long would we keep fucking before calling it over. It's not the most erotic conclusion, but a few minutes later, I could sense she was getting tired and I didn't think her legs were going to hold outafter all she seemed to quiver and shake quite a few times while she was getting pounded up against the door. So, I gradually slowed down the pace of my thrusts until I was holding still inside her warm wet pussy. I slowly slid myself out, making a production of sliding the tip over her clit on the way, because, why not?

At this point, we were both exhausted and hungry. She slid on panties and a dry shirt. I put on a fresh pair of boxers, and the two of us tore into that pizza. It only took until I was halfway done with my second slice before I started to think about what I wanted to see her wet in next.