Hello fellow wet lookers.
Have you ever been walking along a beach in winter fully clothed & suddenly felt the urge to have a swim or a surf even though the weather was cold & you hadn't actually planned to go swimming? Just going straight into the water with all your clothes on? Sometimes it just happens spontaneously & that can be so much fun. When I was in my twenties I shared a flat with some old school friends near a surf beach. We were four country boys who spent most of the year wearing denim jeans & long sleeved flannelette shirts over tee shirts in summer or long sleeved tee shirts & sometimes turtleneck skivvies underneath our flannelette or winter country shirts & woolly sweaters. We had come up here and didn't know much about surfing other than making a few ordinary attempts at body surfing in the warmer months. Nearly always we wore elastic sided brown leather dress boots.

We all worked at a nearby shoe shop on weekends & on this particular day we were having our lunch break & decided to have a few beers as we walked along the beach.

It was in the middle of winter the weather was calm & sunny but very cold. There were still patches of frost on the grassed areas in the shade so we were dressed in our warm winter clothing that we had bought brand new from the local jeans shop.
We were wearing dark blue jeans & flannelette shirts over singlet
vests & long sleeved T shirts. I guess we were all wearing similar underpants briefs under our new dark blue jeans. We were all wearing expensive heavyweight genuine wool hand knitted Aran sweaters over our flannelette shirts with our shirt collars pulled out in that slightly nerdy way that people often wore their shirts & sweaters during the early nineteen eighties. You know where the whole collar is exposed like two triangles at the neck of the woollen sweater. Each of us had different coloured flannelette shirts. Mine was dark blue. We were all wearing genuine woolly beanies as well. We were wearing brown elastic sided leather boots & thick woolly winter socks.
We were discussing how much fun we had body surfing the previous summer. We had probably drunk a little too much beer and were starting to brag a little. We were also daring each other to do silly things and pull faces at people including three absolutely beautiful girls on the beach. Two of them were wearing tight turtleneck sweaters underneath heavy white Aran hand knitted. sweaters. The third girl had a flannelette shirt & a white turtleneck skivvy underneath her multicoloured heavyweight hand knitted aran woollen winter sweater. They all wore dark blue tight jeans & brown leather cowgirl boots. They were all wearing long woolly scarves & white beanies with pom poms on top. They really did have terrific jeans bodies & they were pretty hot babes with just the right shaped breasts. It seemed at that time that dark blue jeans were fashionable. If you wanted faded jeans you could only buy dark blue jeans & wear them until they faded. Yes very dark blue was the fashion. Everyone was wearing them. The girls came over & started to join in the conversation. They laughed at the thought of us nerds body surfing & called us Westies because of our long sleeved flannelette shirts with the collars showing worn outside the crew necks of our heavy woollen hand knitted aran sweaters. They realised that we had been daring each other to do silly things & suggested that we play heads or tales with a coin toss. The boys would be the heads & the girls tails. We were a bit drunk & so we agreed to this game. I guess we thought we might have some luck getting to know these girls a little better.

At first it was pretty harmless fun & it was mostly about doing silly embarrassing actions in public such as asking strangers on the beach stupid questions. At one time it came down heads meaning that the boys had to perform the dare. One of the turtleneck sweater girls dared us to demonstrate our body surfing techniques. We all shook our heads vigorously & stated that it was far too cold for anyone to go swimming today. None of us at that moment really wanted to jump into that freezing cold grey water. We weren't really sure if these girls could surf or not either. We didnt want to embarrass ourselves after all. They called us all wimps & pointed out that there was a couple who were already swimming. The pretty girl was wearing a bikini & the man was wearing Speedo briefs. They were probably crazy or Scottish. We told the girls this but they argued that if this couple can swim so can us boys. They told us that we should just strip down to our underwear & go straight into the surf. I think we we were all too cold & possibly too self conscious to do that & we didn't really want our manhood to be on display either. We would most likely be judged & compared against each other by these girls. The cold would make our tocos look pretty small so we declined the dare to swim. The girl with the flannelette shirt said, "So you're going to forfeit our dare are you?" The girls started making chicken noises & this was beginning to really piss us off. "Alright then," said flannelette girl, "Theres only one way that we'lI stop calling you chickens. We'll toss again but this time if it goes our way then you've got to take a new dare. They flipped the coin & the inevitable occurred. "Heads boys"

I looked out at that cold grayish blue ocean & was thinking that at least once we got out we'd have wet undies but we'd eventually warm up. Flannelette girl smiled sadisticly. "I have the perfect dare. It is cold isn't it? We all nodded furiously. We were so naive that we hoped for mercy. It wasnt going to be that easy. "Well alright boys because it's so cold then I dare you to just run straight into the water as you are." "What you do you mean?" One boy stammered. "What do you think I mean stupid? I dare you boys to run straight into the surf with all your clothes on. Dont take anything off. Sweaters, boots, jeans, everything... Just run straight in with all your clothes on." We all looked a bit shocked I guess & although it made me feel horny we mumbled something like "No way. We've got to get back to work soon. We can't just go swimming with all our clothes on. Besides they're brand new. Its winter & it's cold." They laughed & called us chickens. I didn't like this development at all & besides that indignity the thought of us suddenly plunging into the surf wearing our best clothes was a hell of a turn on. Imagine just running straight into the surf, boots, shirts, sweaters & beanies too, straight in right now as we are, not even stopping to empty our pockets. A bulge started to form in my new blue jeans. Na we couldn't do it. We didn't even have a change of clothes. We'd have to go back to work sopping wet & our wallets & keys would be soaked too. Although...hmm.... We'd probably never be in this situation ever again.. hmmm... At least we'd be men rather than chickens. Who wants the community to call us cowardly chickens.

All of a sudden I found that I was speaking without being able to stop myself. "I'll do it if you girls do it too & not only that but tonight we all go out together."


They moved away & had a mini conference together giggling madly. Two of girls agreed to do it If we went in first. The other turtleneck girl flatly refused. "You've all gone crazy. We are all wearing our best clothes. Its winter. we are wearing expensive hand knitted sweaters. This is winter clothing that we're wearing. Its way too cold & we don't have a change of clothes. No way.. I'm not doing it." That's the way she preferred it so fair enough.
Three of us boys had decided to do it but the other one chickened out. He joined dry girl on the beach. Can't say I blame them. Besides they would probably get a thrill from watching us get wet whie they had to stay dry. Sometimes that can be arousing too.

We looked at each other for a few seconds plucking up the courage to go in wearing our best brand new clothes but not sure who should go first. All eyes were suddenly on me. It was time to be a man so I just waded straight in boots and all up to my knees. The water was bloody cold but it felt good the way my brand new boots & socks filled with water.

I waded out a little further. I was now waist deep. The water was freezing cold but it felt good pressing in on my enlarged jeans bulge. A chest high wave swept in & I stumbled backwards falling on to my backside as the force of the water dragged me along. I was now neck deep in the freezing water. I drew a sharp breath as the sudden cold hit me. I stumbled to my feet & decided that as I'd come this far I should plunge straight in. The next wave was a little taller than me so I dived straight through it. My sodden beanie was now in my eyes and I had to struggle to put it properly onto my head. I had actually entered the water fully clothed. It was also a work day & I was wearing my best clothes. It was too late now. What the fuck.. I was going to enjoy myself.

I saw the couple wearing the appropriate swim wear staring at us in amazement. They were shaking their heads at our choice of "swim wear". I looked at her hot bikini & his Speedo briefs & it occurred to me that I was wearing briefs too underneath all this heavy clothing. Underpants briefs however were meant to stay dry. The comparison between these & his Speedos was a real turn on. Swimming fully clothed was so forbidden in our Western culture. I guess we did look completely ridiculous though. He probably thought I was insane. I turned & raced ahead of the next wave swimming flat out. I felt the wave propelling me along. I was suddenly surfing wearing my best brand new Westie winter clothing. Meanwhile the women were taunting the boys with chicken noises & they finally realised that they were beaten. Reluctantly they waded out into the surf & hesitantly they accepted the inevitable. They drew breath & then plunged into the water boots & all. Before long we were all body surfing. "OK girls, your turn." I shouted. They had bigger balls than the boys. The two compliant girls waded out & plunged into the surf. Soon they too were surfing. All these wet jeans looked so sexy and they were dark & shiny. Their heavy woollen scarves were trailing out behind them as they joined us body surfing. Here we all were surfing & swimming as if it was summer. The only difference was that it was a freezing cold winter day & we were all fully clothed in heavy winter clothing instead of bathing briefs. Life was so good. We expended so much energy catching waves. It was hard work swimming & body surfing wearing all this heavy winter clothing. The woolly sweaters were so heavy when wet that they stretched a fair bit. It was rather difficult swimming quickly enough to catch the waves wearing so much thick heavy wool, flannelette, denim, cotton & boots with socks are not meant to swim with. It was so much fun though. We actually started to feel reasonably comfortable & warm enough to swim as long as we kept moving.We did miss quite a few good waves but we also had some great rides too. We would end up in the frothy white water after a good ride with our pockets, socks & shoes full of sand.

The two girls looked so hot with their shiny jeans & wet sweaters. You could see the outline of the bra on the white turtleneck girls chest. They both had the best tits. At one point the girl with the flannelette shirt under her sweater ordered us to stop moving. "Look at you boys! You're a mess. You're wearing nice new clothes. You might be wet but you still need to look your best." She made us tuck ourselves in & adjusted our shirt collars so that they were neatly arranged & visible outside of our crew necked sweaters. She also adjusted her own collar the same way. All these triangles of wet darkened brand new flannelette peeking out through the heavy cable knit aran sweaters of all these healthy good looking young people was such a turn on for me.

Not exactly cool beach or surf wear & certainly not meant to be worn as swim 'wear'. We looked so ridiculous & completely out of place in the surf. We looked like such Westy country boys. It turned out we were having so much fun that we completely forgot about our shoe shop gigs until the boss appeared on the beach screaming madly at a large percentage of his workforce.
We stumbled out of the water with streams of salt water running out of our completely soaked winter clothing & Reluctantly headed back in the direction of our work. We were so wet & heavy. It would take a bloody long time to dry out all this wet clothing. "What the hell do you stupid boys think you're doing? Why the hell would any one go swimming dressed like that? These are your work clothes. You can't serve customers in that state. You are all completely soaked"

We were all sacked on the spot so we collected our money, changed into dry clothing & hit the pub with the two girls who had surfed with us. We had a great weekend with them at our flat & you can probably guess the rest.
Who says that you can't go to the beach & surf or swim in winter? Who needs swim wear or a wetsuit when your wearing wool, flannelette, denim & leather boots? Nice warm winter "swim wear" All you need is the right company. Cheers, Winter Woolly Wetboy.