I promised some of you I would blog on how I got into Wam. So here it is warts and all.
I have been a sploshing fan for a little over 3 years. My initiation into it came courtesy of an ex-boyfriend.

So where do I start? Well I met Pete while I was on holiday in Spain with a bunch of my girlfriends.
It was my first holiday without the parents, and we all piled off the coach already half-drunk. It was around 7pm as we checked in the hotel, and the holiday rep gave us tickets to the welcome party being held later in the evening.

Giggling like mad we wondered what the party would be like, we had heard stories, but all of us were in fact new to the experience. Unpacking was left till later, as we all piled into the bar for the cheap vodka shots. After several of these my head was a little dizzy and I was feeling in fully party mode.

This guy came over to our table and introduced himself as Pete. He offered to buy us girls drinks, and being half pissed we agreed, and soon we joined him and his mates downing vodka like it was going out of fashion. Around 10pm they started on the party games, which usually consisted of teams of boy verses girl doing silly things and having to drink down the obligatory glass at the end. Our group joined the fun and one by one the participants were eliminated, eventually leaving just me and Pete in the final two.

By now I had no idea what was going on as I was so off my face. A loud cheer went up as the holiday Rep pulled up my T shirt and exposed my breasts. I remember the laughing faces of my friends as I waggled my boobs for all to see, as back then I was a bit of a wild child exhibitionist. I caught sight of Pete who was as pissed as me and had a strange leer on his face.

The rep explained the game to us. Lying on the floor I would be sprayed in whipped cream and sauce, and then Pete would be given 30 seconds to lick me as clean as he could with just his head no hands! On the cream went, followed quickly by a lot of chocolate sauce. I felt the warmth of his breath on my chest, as his tongue worked as fast as it could to lick me clean.

Next it was my turn! The rep pulled down his jeans to loud laughter, and then sprayed cream and sauce over his bare chest right down to the waistband of his boxers. I licked for all I was worth, leaving his chest gleaming from the cream. With a few seconds to spare I finished my task and was declared the winner. I noticed Pete was sporting a boner in his boxers, and could not resist giving it a little squeeze as we got up.

As the game winner I won two rounds of free drinks for our team, which we polished off in no time.
Pete came over and commented on my breasts and how he loved licking them. I found myself saying I enjoyed the taste of his body too, and without thinking gave his dick another squeeze though his jeans. We had a bit of a snog and grope on the dance floor, but that was as far as we went.

We never met up during the week, although I hoped we might. On the following Friday we were due to fly home, imagine my surprise when I saw him at the airport with his mates. He was on the same flight as us and once we boarded the plane I swapped seats with one of his mates so we could chat. Turned out he lived only a 15 minute drive away from me.

Once back in England we began dating and life together was one long party. He never mentioned the cream and chocolate game and I forgot all about it until one day later in summer 2008 when we had a bar-b-que in his garden. It was only me and Pete so I wore my bikini and Pete had his sexy speedos on. We had the obligatory sausage, chicken and burgers, and then lay on the loungers in the warmth of the summer evening dozing. After a while I realised his lounger was empty. A minute or two later I heard Pete returning and saw him come out of his kitchen carrying what looked like two plates of beans on toast.

As I started to get up, Pete tripped falling towards me, both plates flew though the air and in an instant I was wearing the baked beans on my chest. It dawned on me then he was playing a messy game cos the beans were still cold, glad really as I didnt want to explain a boob burn to the A&E nurse.

I purred like a cat as he smoothed the beans over my breasts and up into my face. He asked if I minded playing his game, and my memory flashed back to Spain. I said to carry on, and I closed my eyes in anticipation. He went back inside, and came out with a catering size can of beans and then slowly he poured the remaining content over my head. I felt a wonderful emotion as the beans oozed slowly over my hair and face and slid down my chest pooling slowly in my bikini top.

Grinning wildly, I snatched the tin from him, he half expected that I was gonna chuck them over him. His face was a picture as he saw me pull out the waistband of my briefs and tip in the remaining beans. The cheeky sod then patted the huge bean bulge in my bikini and said he wanted to ensure I had full coverage down there. The sauce was very runny, and it was soon seeping out and down my legs. Pete watched and admired the view as I gave him some of my best model poses.

Running inside the kitchen he came back out with a box of ready made custard. Wishing now to have my fun I grabbed the carton, and bit off the corner tab, with a carefully aimed squeeze I put a custard line down his face, over his chest, and then grabbing his speedos, I poured the remaining contents over his balls.

We were both giggling like crazy, it was lucky that his neighbours were away so we were in no danger of being observed. I jumped into his arms, and the custard and beans came together with a sticky splat. Rolling around on the grass we were soon completely naked and ended up doing what comes naturally after a good sploshing session. That day was also my very first sex alfresco.

We showered and spent the evening laughing and recounting the day and the game that had "introduced us" in Spain. The next morning we awoke to a garden full of birds pecking away at the remains of our mess that was still in the grass.

Pete and I were only together for ten months, he was a great W&M teacher for me and we went on to have a number sessions together that we recorded on his camcorder. I still have copies of some of the tapes that I had a friend transfer onto my laptop for me.

In the end we split as he had to move to Manchester for his job, although we were sad, we parted knowing that both of us enjoyed our fun times together.

Over the last year I have slowly introduced my present partner to sploshing and he absolutely loves seeing me messy but wont get messy himself as he doesnt enjoy the feeling on his body.

Oh well a girl cant have everything, cos in every way he is just perfect.
He is not the jealous type and agreed to me telling you about my first experience with Pete on this blog.

Pete, if you ever read this please get back in touch, we would love to meet up again and chat.

Luv Sal xxx