SO, after posting a bunch of stories, which I'm sure some fetishists truly enjoyed, I'll bet at least a few think I'm a mediocre fiction writer. When I have the technical capabilities (soon) I'll post a few pics of my ex in jeans and a sweater, and playing with shaving foam, all in the shower. The real truth is that she loved wet jeans and there was never more than a minimal bit of convincing on my part, if any was really ever needed. I was down for it, because I always knew that if she got wet, I was getting both head, and a workout! The whole turtleneck thing started with our ski clothes, and developed into a serious fetish, but she always liked tight fitting long sleeve shirts. One of her fav's was a striped French sailor shirt from Lands End, and she had several which were worn in the tub almost constantly.
Now when I say constantly, I mean that we did stuff at least a couple times a week until the kid got old enough to figure out that something was going on. Bathtub, shower, and later the hot tub when we were at home, and at least pretty much every weekend. "Mommy" took a lot of bubble baths with candles and wine, and with her clothes on when the kid was little, and every time the baby got a bath in the tub, it was funny how she seemed to be wearing jeans and a turtleneck sweater, and would get a little wet. And after he was asleep, she would get a lotta wet...
We were into exercising, so we'd find an excuse to go for an evening walk even when it was raining - and she'd end up on a park beach getting her feet wet first, and eventually we'd be swimming as the night crept in. It was easy and never really got busted. Cool rainy night so you put on sweaters and jeans, sneakers and a rain jacket and go for a walk - nothing suspicious. When no one's around, start playing on the edge and end up in the swimming area. She liked me to screw her on picnic tables right after it got dark when we came out of the water. Every Sunday drive we took, we had our swimming clothes with us just in case. There's so much more to tell. I had a 16 ft boat that we fished from, or sometimes just took for a pleasure ride. Always took the spare clothes and towels, and it got used for the same purpose. It got so that a couple boat people actually started to notice what was going on. We'd go up to a place where everybody anchored and grilled, and it was shallow enough that people would walk between the boats, usually in bathing suits or shorts, but jeans got wet lots of times, and on hot days nobody paid attention to a chick in a halter top and jeans in the water. Then there was the usual attire when the temps dropped a little - sweatshirt over the bathing suit, etc., and sometimes they would get a little wet. Well, if it was cooling off at night, or later in the season, out would come her black turtleneck over the jeans. A couple drinks and into the water she went (Most of the girls would go overboard to pee, but most of them in bathing suits) but Suzy always found a reason to slog over to someone elses' boat. And usually she'd get minimally wet on the way over but "accidentally" find a deeper spot on the way back. Unless some of the other girls joined her, then it was full-on wetlook. I can't even count the number of times that she'd hit the water to go to another boat, and a few drinks later, 4 or 5 other wives were in the water in their jeans moving from boat to boat having drinks. Post Labor Day was about the best. The boating traffic died out to just the locals, and the mornings were foggy and cool which justified the clothes. We'd get up to the shallows and the sandbar and meet other people. Before long, she'd be wet to her knees, off the boat for some seemingly appropriate reason. Then up to her thighs. Then she'd have to go talk to someone and get wet to her waist or so. Many times it was her and one or two others. Then she'd come back to the boat a different way and be wet to her armpits. And there was always another reason to go back in the water, and to go deeper. Eventually she'd find a spot where maybe people were floating around enjoying drinks off the swim platform of a boat, and she'd be up to her chin. Usually, again, she wasn't alone in her clothes in the water. If anyone said anything, she'd point out that she had a change with her, but no bathing suit. Usually by this point, she had a couple drinks and would invite me in, in fact insist on it, and I'd join her. And I learned how to get discreetly wet too, up to the knees first, maybe a little higher. Walk to the beach with her and go to the waist. By the time I'd get invited in, I'd be three quarters wet already. The autumn water was still warm, and with the sun out, it wasn't a big deal.
Our hot tub got well used, so did the river around the place in Vermont. If we were there for the weekend, we were going swimming someplace.
If we went anywhere, if there was someone in the water with their clothes on, she would find a reason to join them. I wrote about one beach trip in October. That was not the only time we ended up in the water dressed like that. In fact, beaches are almost a perfect environment for it, especially in New England because of the changing weather. We have been in the water at the beach from April to November, although it was sometimes a short trip and the water was cold. Hampton, NH was one of the favorites and close enough for a Sunday ride or an overnight during the summer. The routine was usually the same - go for a walk, get the bottom of our jeans wet, get caught accidentally by a wave, push each other in. The north beach was even better and required less discretion. Lots of people went out into the rocks at low tide to pick snails, mussels, and starfish, and rolled up jeans were pretty normal in the shallow areas. We'd join that crowd for our raw escargot and play it cool, getting wet slowly at first by "misjudging" the depth in some of the holes. First the jeans bottoms are wet, then climbing the rocks, the rest of the jeans. As the tide returns and things get deeper, you say the heck with it. Sometimes she'd accidentally get hit by a wave, or go to the ocean side of the rocks to pick with others. More than a few women were out there in jeans or capris as well! The best one though was to go out as the tide was returning - knee deep on the way out, stay on the rocks until our pail were full, and then wade back to shore, never on the shallowest route and usually in waist deep water. Once we got that wet, we'd end up going for a swim. Even if people were around, we'd bring our pails up to the beach or the car and she'd basically say loud enough for people to hear "We're already wet, let's go play in the waves!" and in we'd go.
And pretty much every time we stayed at a motel, it was into the pool to wash the salt out before we went to the room. I've seen more people in pools with their clothes on around that area than almost anywhere else in the country! Most of the pools at the motels and campgrounds are heated because the weather isn't really that warm, nor is the ocean. Usually it starts with the kids jumping in with their clothes on, and teenage girls seem to have a propensity for it. If we had our kid, she'd usually find a reason, and during toddler time, it wasn't unusual to find a couple mommies in the pool with what they were wearing. But later at night was when things really happened. As people came back from the bars, it was inevitable that someone was going in the pool, with or without a bathing suit. And all we needed was to see one or two people in there in jeans and she was in!
I took her to Orlando with me once for a quick business trip. We left during below zero days in February dressed in jeans, boots, sweaters and winter coats, and arrived there around sunset as the temps were dropping into the low 50's, so no real need to change Grabbed the rental car and over to the Holiday Inn Express right near the airport. As we walk in, she spots a small pool right off the lobby. I'm checking in, she bums a cigarette from me and goes out by the pool. Still checking in, she comes back, makes a comment about needing a swim, the clerk says "Kinda cold out, but it's heated". She walks back out, sticks her hand in the water, and as I'm signing for the room I see her walking down the stairs into the pool. The clerk notices and comments "I guess she can't wait" as she pushes off and swims across it. As I apologize for the clothes in the pool, he says no big deal, she's not the first one. Then he asks if I'm going to join her. I assume he means with a bathing suit on and I tell him after I change. Then I'm shocked as he says "Oh, I thought you'd just go jump in". So I put our bags on the side as he handed me a couple towels, and I walked out, took my boots off and jumped in. We didn't even get any funny looks as a few people either checked in or just went by- 2 adults in jeans and turtleneck sweaters splashing and floating around in a pool in plain view! When we came out and dripped off, we walked into the lobby carrying our shoes and he was kind of "ho hum" as he asked how our swim was. She told him it was fantastic after the cold weather we came from, and he just told us "Glad you enjoyed it, the pools always open, feel free to use it!" We didn't go crazy, but the night before we left, we took a swim in pretty much the same clothes - different desk clerk though, and Suzy told her we were heading back to 0 degree weather and needed this for our sanity and the clerk just laughed.
There was a more or less regular place we stayed at in New Hampshire, near Nashua. We used to go there to shop in the area malls and stores because there was no sales tax, unlike the Boston/Metro West area. It was also nice because we could be out of the city in minutes and into small town New Hampshire to explore the shops and the diners. The first couple times, we got a hot tub room and did our usual thing, mostly after visiting our favorite sports bar as the last stop - it was across the parking lot. One April night we went over and it was raining off and on, and after dinner and a few cold ones, headed back to the motel - through a pretty heavy rain. Dressed in jeans and denim jackets over our sweaters, we were dressed to get wet already, but figured it would be in the hot tub later on. But, we were just short of dripping wet when we went past the desk to the elevator and the clerk made some comment about looking like we went swimming. That gave me the brilliant idea to hit the "down" button, instead of up to the next floor, and we stepped out in the basement pool area with not a soul around. I looked at the pool and grinned at her and she said "No!" about a dozen times as we went in to check it out, fearing we'd get thrown out of the motel. Finally, I just took my sneakers and socks off, dropped my wallet, and headed to the stairs. She looked at me in almost disbelief as I hit the first step up to my calves and said "I told you no, not here. What if somebody comes in?" I turned around and in a couple minutes convinced her it was probably okay and to join me. Off with the shoes and in she came! We waded in up to our waists and then slowly got wet the rest of the way, bobbing toward the deep end together. At one point she got out, took off her jacket and dove back in head first. All in all we probably stayed there for half an hour and then headed to the room, did our thing, and changed into sweats. On the way back, a couple of people passed us in the hall and outside the elevator, but other than a few glances and smiles, nothing was said.
Later on, while we were watching TV in the room, decided to go grab drinks and snacks in the lobby and wandered down the hall past the desk. Got our stuff and heading back, the clerk asked if we were enjoying our stay, and as we told her we were, she said "I guess you are!" with a big smile, which caught us off guard. Then she asked "Want to watch yourselves?" and pointed to a screen. Yup, sure as shootin', there were cameras in the pool area and we had shots from a couple of angles. A little embarrassed at first, we started to apologize and she blew it off, telling us it happened a lot. We just joked with her about it and kind of forgot the whole thing, until the next day. In we come with a cooler and a pizza about 9 p.m. and as we pass by the desk we get a big smile and an offer of paper plates and napkins, so we turn back and stop, take some, thank her and start off, then she hits us with "The pool closes at 10 and the doors lock, but if you want to use it, I'll give you a pass card". Suzy tells her we weren't thinking about swimming and the clerk looks her up and down (in jeans and a turtleneck sweater under a vest) and says "Sorry, I thought you were dressed for it again tonight." Suzy blushed and walked away, but right after 10 she told me to go get the pass card, which was handed to me with 4 fresh towels and the guidance that the washing machines and dryer were free if we wanted to use them later. So back we went, this time with a six pack, and lounged around the pool area and swam fully dressed until almost midnight when we went to the room and hit the hot tub, still in our clothes.
We ended up staying there every couple of months for one reason or another, and the next time we were there, we had the same conversation with the same clerk about the pass card, only another female clerk was there as well, so she was in on the secret too. All together, I think there were 5 different desk clerks that were aware of what was going on and would accommodate us with a smile. Guestimating, I figure we were in that pool around 2 dozen times over the years, and only twice, were there any other people around. Once it was another young couple who started with their clothes on in the jacuzzi before we showed up, and the other time there was a kids birthday party around the pool area. It was a rainy Saturday afternoon and we went down there expecting to just lounge around and read, but it was pandemoneum with about half the kids and a goodly number of adults in the water, some in bathing suits and others in their clothes, Of course my wife, in bell bottom jeans and a bright red turtleneck sweater started to chat with the other women and before long the bottoms of the jeans were soaked from the water on the floor so she found that as a good excuse to jump in to continue her conversation. When she asked for a can of Coke, I knew what was coming, and as I handed it to her, she grabbed my wrist with both hands and pulled me in as well, which everyone thought was hilarious. So with the ice broken, I stayed in with her for a while and nobody thought much of it. Later, we got a chuckle out of it when the desk clerk showed us the camera footage.