So it all started with a email. I had been emailing a guy about the possibility of a meeting. We decided to meet up at a restaurant to get to know each other a little before we went on with the evening. When I walked in to the restaurant I saw a very attractive man sitting at a table by himself. I didn't think I would find a good looking man interested in getting wet in secret.
I walked over and introduced myself as the pirate. He smiled widely and we shook hands. He was dressed pretty well. Dress pants with a blue shirt and tie. I was in dress pants white shirt and tie. We had a very pleasant dinner and decided to head to the hotel. We went to an 8th floor room and decided to start with a game of water wars.
We decided to go from shot glasses to regular glasses to pitchers. We sat at a table with some plastic to collect the water better. I had a feeling this wasn't his first rodeo. The rules were for one win one got to throw a shot glass on the other. I actually won the first round and got to start the process of getting soaking wet. I threw the first in his face. He seemed to like the first one. The second I also won, this one down his tie. It was pretty wet but still looked good. This went back and forth for awhile. We were both having fun. Then came our first war. After the three card battle he came away the victor. I knew this one would be payback. He stood up and walked behind me and poured the pitcher down the back of my shirt. It was surprisingly warm as it trickled down my back. Since I had my shirt tucked in, it had a clear path to my pants. It wasn't until it reached my butt that I was reminded that I had worn silk boxers that day. As I sat in my water logged chair I realized how excited I got at warm water. The game went on and the next glass went right in his lap. I could tell by his smile how much he enjoyed that. The next war was mine to win and he needed to have that not so dry feeling. I stood up to walk over to him and realized my boxers were doing nothing to hide my growing excitement. I told him to stand up for this one. He moaned but stood, revealing his excitement as well. I reached to grab the top of the front of his pants, pulled them away from his body and poured the pitcher slowly in, watching the cascade of water make its way down his pants. I was glad he wore light dress pants as his blue underwear was revealed rather quickly. We decided to move to the shower to keep a wet mess to a minimum. I think in the end we both came out winning the water war.