Hi wetlookers,
You know that nice time of year a month or so into Fall / Autumn where the mornings are getting a bit brisk but the days warm up to the point where it's a bit summery at the warmest part of the day? You do? I do too. Often I find that if you swim at that time of the day the water temperature is quite pleasant. This is even more so if one is to swim fully clothed.

On these sort of days you can go from wearing heavy fleecy sweat pants with a turtleneck skivvy shirt, a flannelette shirt & maybe a heavy matching hoodie or fleece top in the morning to wearing nothing much more than shorty nylon football shorts & a singlet during the warmest part of the day. I've finally learnt that this is the nicest time to swim. Well this story is about that time of the year. I was in my very early twenties & I had finally managed to break free of my repressive anti swimming parents. I was living in a share house & seeing a gorgeous blonde girl with a very hot body. She was an outdoors camping & swimming kind of girl.
I had recently bought a two person open top Canadian style canoe so that we could still go out on the river together when it was a bit too cold to swim. It was now possible that we could both stay dry assuming we didn't capsize the boat.

On this particular Saturday we had started doing the 'comfortable Autumn dressing thing'. We had both bought expensive branded light gray, (marle coloured) fleecy heavyweight tracksuits / sweatsuits if you like so this involved dressing the following way. Underwear, singlet vest, thick long sleeved turtleneck skivvy shirts, long sleeved red & black flannelette extra thickness winter shirts from New Zealand & very thick heavyweight sweat pants. These sweatpants come from Northern Europe so they are much heavier & thicker than any that you can get from anywhere else. Over the top of the flannelette shirts we were wearing heavyweight fleece sweat shirts & also hoodies of the same brand & thickness as the sweatpants. It was the early nineteen eighties so the collars of our flannelette shirts were arranged as two red & black checked triangles protruding through the crew neck collars of our heavyweight fleecy sweat shirts. We were also wearing thick woolly beanies as well. Again it was the eighties so we had the legs of our sweatpants tucked into thick woolly winter oversocks with those big white moon boot like trainer boots on our feet. In short we were very warmly dressed for the cool morning. We hadn't yet adjusted to the cooler weather & both of us didn't really want to spent the day being a bit cold. This kind of clothing is extremely comfortable but probably not what one would wear out to a fashionable restaurant.

Any way we were going out wearing full on soft heavy winter cosy comfort clothing. We had spent most of the night & morning kissing, cuddling & exploring each others bodies fully clothed dressed like this because it was cold but cosy. I was so turned on feeling her hot body through all those layers of soft fleece & flannelette. I asked about sex but because we were both Christians from the same Church group she declined saying, 'Not before marriage.' Damn.. I was so fucking horny. I really wanted to have sexual intercourse with this girl. It just wasn't going to happen at this stage. We did however engage in quite a bit of fully clothed dry humping. For some reason it was ok to do that if you remained fully clothed. We weren't supposed to orgasm though. I didn't tell her but I had blown into my pants several times during these events. I expect she probably had too.

On this day we had decided that we were going out canoeing. At the start of our day trip there was, (quite fortunately) a small jetty. Not only did this make launching & landing much easier but it meant that we didn't have to bother removing our boots & socks. It would be quite a turn on for me to be out on the river with all my clothes on including boots & socks. I would have loved to swim wearing all of this winter clothing but it was all brand new & I didn't think my girlfriend would be into wet look anyway. She would probably think I was a weirdo. Besides it was fairly early in the morning & a bit cold. On this day I thought it would be nice just to stay warm & dry while out on the river.

We launched our boat, climbed aboard & paddled off down the river. It was planned to be a round trip. Just like Gilligans Island it was supposed to be a three hour cruise, a three hour cruise.

We enjoyed a nice quiet paddle listening to nature & enjoying the beautiful sunny morning on a lovely stretch of river but we both were overdressed & had got rather too hot. Eventually we came to the turn around point which was a wide lake like section that had a strong section of rapids at the downstream end of it. I announced that this was where we'd have to turn around to head back but naturally it wasn't going to be before we'd enjoyed a lot of pashionate kissing & cuddling. We were doing much tongue kissing & I was as hard as a rock. My track pants were now really tent polling. I didn't even bother to hide it. She seized my heavy sweat pants clad manhood & told me it felt so nice to hold it.

Eventually we had to return because she was to go out with her parents & needed to get changed into her best clothes. Even so she looked down that river & asked me if I'd ever shot those rapids. I told her that I had & she asked if we could shoot them today. I told her that if we did that there would be a strong chance that we would get splashed a fair bit & there may be a risk of capsize if we messed up our timing during the wildest part. She looked out at it & thought about the implications. 'I've shot bigger rapids than this before with my dad. I know what to do. We won't capsize & little bit of spray won't wet us too much. Let's do it.'
She had a wild expression on her face & I was feeling as horny as Hell. The thought of us getting a little bit wet might not be too bad however I didn't want to get totally immersed because it was still too cold. I did explain to her that because I was steering the boat from the back seat she being in the front would cop more splash. It was decided that we would swap positions & I would cop most of it. I didn't mind if I got a bit damp & she assured me that she could handle the rapids. Having done this we headed bravely towards the churning white water. The boat started to speed up as it was drawn towards the fast moving rapids.

My girl proved herself to be quite competent as we hit the rapids in exactly the right place. We dodged & weaved expertly around the rocks & logs & we raced through the white stuff. Spray flew up everywhere & at one point the bow hit a low point at speed. Several buckets worth of water ended up in my fleece clad lap. The cold water took my breath away but thrilled me no end as it completely soaked the front of my hoody & pants. The front of my boots & thick woolly over socks were also very soaked. She was only slightly damp & that was a relief for me indeed.
My rapidly expanding cock was now becoming very visible through my wet sweatpants. I was so turned on. If it wasn't for the fact that I didn't want to look like a weirdo I would have dived out of that boat & right into the river fully clothed. It was very hard to resist that urge indeed.

When the ride was finished we had the job of getting the boat back up to the top of the rapids. Because my boots & over socks were already wet I volunteered to walk along the river bank & tow the boat back up to the top. I did this quite willingly & at a few points I was forced to walk through ankle & knee deep water. I abandoned all attempts at keeping my boots & oversocks dry & concentrated on keeping my girl as dry as possible. She did however cop a few splashes from the white churning water.

We made it back to the top & I was soon quite hot from the effort of dragging the canoe upstream. My feet though were wet & a bit cold. Soon we started the long paddle back to the jetty & although I was wet I soon warmed up from the paddling & the sun. I started to feel quite hot again & wished that I hadn't dressed so heavily. I realised that I was wearing way too many layers & that the water hadn't fully penetrated to my flannelette shirt, skivvy & singlet. I was actually starting to sweat. My girl was also complaining about the heat. There wasn't really any way to remove clothing layers without the danger of a capsize so we battled on.
Suddenly a damp little breeze sprang up & very dark clouds appeared over the mountains surrounding the river. Without warning the sun disappeared & it started to rain very heavily. Within a few minutes the outside of our clothing was completely drenched. I looked at her to see how she'd react but she just laughed & took it in her stride. We decided to keep paddling rather than seek shelter. After all our flannelette shirts, turtleneck skivvys & under wear was still reasonable dry. We pulled our hoods up over our heads & paddled on through the heavy rain. The sight of it hitting the river surface was really beautiful. Eventually it stopped as suddenly as it had started & we were back to battling warm steamy conditions. It was actually becoming very summer like indeed.
Soon we heard voices as we rounded a bend in the river & approached a small sandy beach. I was surprised to see that there was a group of gorgeous young bikini clad girls swimming there. I really started to firm up by now at this sight. It was hard to hide it because by now the wet sweatpants that were once very baggy were now clinging very tightly to my body. My cock was clearly outlined & visible to all by now.

They called out to us to come over & chat so that is exactly what we did. They were amazed at how we'd managed to get so wet. We told them of our adventures & they said, 'Why don't you come in swimming with us?' Hearing those words was just a bit too much for me & I was now as hard as concrete. 'We didn't bring our bathers.' my girl told them. 'Besides it's too cold.' They laughed & stated that we were already wet anyway so why not just go in wearing our underwear. I looked at my girlfriend & she shook her head. I was kind of relieved because although I had swum with my girlfriend wearing only underwear I was still too self concious to do it with strangers. They laughed & said, 'just go in as you are.' They noticed how firm I was & said, 'well you're definitely not dressed for swimming but your man could sure use some cold water to calm himself down. 'What's the water temperature like?' I asked. 'Quite warm actually because the air is cool.' Was the reply. I started thinking. Hmmm..

My girlfriend was by now laughing at me & I was red in the face with embarrassment. I'll show her I thought. One doesn't often get chances like this to swim with all this talent so I simply stood up in the boat. Immediately it capsized & we were both thrown fully clothed into the river. As soon as she resurfaced she was squealing, 'You absolute fuckhead. Look what you've done.' She playfully punched my chest. She didn't seem to mind so we stayed & played for several hours. Diving under the water, twisting and turning & having water fights still wearing our heavy winter sweat suits including our hoodies, boots & socks, absolutely everything we'd put on that morning. The boat was a big hit with everyone & so I took several people for small rides in it once it had been emptied of water. We ended up climbing all over it. At one point though my heavy drenched winter sweat pants fell down completely & to great amusement my black underpants briefs were completely visible. I allowed myself to fall back into the river & I pulled them back up. A few times I completely inflated my baggy sweat suit & got a few laughs. These heavy winter clothes were so unsuitable for swimming in but that made it all the more fun. We definitely weren't dressed to go swimming at all, especially wearing moon boots & winter socks.

Eventually the girls had to leave & we were alone passionately kissing. I begged for sex but she said no because we weren't married & didn't have any protection. I produced a little waterproof bag & told her, 'That's where you're wrong.' The answer was still no so I gave up. She smiled & said, 'Oh come here.' I complied & she beat me off while I rubbed her box through her wet sweats. I couldn't control myself any longer so I just blew in my pants & filled them with custard. It was obvious that she was climaxing as well. My mission was more or less accomplished.

We sat together enjoying the day until it stared to get a bit too cold. We paddled home & put the canoe on the top of the car & then tied it down. I had a pair of shiny little green football shorts & a singlet so I changed into these immediately. I felt a bit guilty that she didn't have a change of clothing because I'm used to getting wet unexpectedly. Because of this I usualy come prepared. It wasn't a problem. She just stripped off to her sexy underwear & I wrapped her in in the only towel that I had. We had a drive through take away meal & then returned home for a nice shower together. All in all it was exactly what young lovers really need. A good day up the river & some fully clothed fleecy flannelette fun. This is what life should be all about. Sometimes you just need to forget all your cares & have fun. That's what we did on that day & I don't regret it at all. So many good memories.
Cheers, Winter Woolly Wetboy.