The Wetgalfan Chronicles: Chapter 1
A Wild Night at Dietz Lake
Hello. Everyone and welcome to the first chapter in my series based on real events in WAM that I've experienced. Most of these revolve around wetlook, but I knew early on that I was attracted to the pleasures of not only getting myself wet or messy, but seeing others as well. I feel it necessary before I dive into my actual tale to give you a little background on me and why I think I was imprinted with this fetish.
Let's get into the DeLorean and rev up the flux capacitor and travel all the way back to the summer of 1971. Like so many other people, I feel like I was imprinted with this at a young age. I was seven. Down the street lived a family with a daughter who was two years older than I was and a son a year younger. They had one of those nice wading pools made with metal sides and a vinyl liner. (I would eventually have a couple of my own, but I will save those stories for later.) My parents had gotten me a plastic wading pool each summer. However, my mother was of a conservative mindset about swimming attire and while many of the kids in our rednecky neighborhood just jumped in pools or played with the hose or sprinklers in whatever they had on, at that point I always had to change into swim trunks.
Now we weren't over at Ronda and Scots to swim that warm summer evening, but I remember we were playing out by the pool. Now at the time I could not swim, but this was just a two foot or so pool. I don't remember exactly, but it could not have been very deep because of what happened. We were gathered around the pool, pushing floating things back and forth to each other. Whatever was coming at me stopped and I remember reaching for it. I don't remember if I just lost my balance or someone helped me as a joke, but I tumbled over the side, clothes, shoes and all. I remember I was wearing a plaid pullover shirt, tan cut off shorts my mom had made from my Sears Toughskins pants I'd worn to school that year, socks and Keds sneakers. I somehow ended up on my back under the water, looking up for a second. Like I said, at the time I could not swim.
I was able to get my feet under me and stand up. Everyone was howling with laughter. I remember being pretty upset, probably crying. I wasn't upset so much about getting all wet or being laughed at, but the incident had scared me. I got on my bike and went straight home, but I remember that was when the sensation of being totally soaked really hit me. My wet underwear under my shorts felt so much different than a simple pair of swim trunks. When I got home, I remember my dad getting really upset, again not so much that I had gotten wet but that in my parents' view, I had almost drowned. I am sure that the visceral reactions from both my friends and my parents, along with that realization I mentioned, were what imprinted my fascination with wet clothes on me permanently because it was at that point I really started noticing people getting wet in movies and on TV, (Laugh-In was popular at the time). I also took notice of how many of the neighborhood kids were allowed to swim or get wet in whatever they were wearing. I begged my mom to let me too, or at least wear a t-shirt when I got in my own pool. On rare occasions, she gave in, but usually I got, Why should you get your clothes wet when you have a bathing suit to wear? That's what it's for. To be honest, she really wasn't a fan of water for anything other than bathing. She had never learned to swim and was actually afraid of it most of the time. How I managed to have some sort of pool every summer is beyond me.
Well it was also around this time that we started going to our next-door neighbors' trailer they kept at a little place out west of Indianapolis called Dietz Lake. It was VERY rednecky. It was a private resort campground of cabins built by people with lifetime leases on their campsites and permanently emplaced travel trailers that hadn't seen the open road since the early sixties. This was also in the early seventies and at the height of the hippie movement. Again, while I generally had to wear swim trucks in the lake, I saw kids in cut-offs and kids, especially girls, in all their clothes and even adult men and women wearing blue jeans. Granted for a seven-year-old, these could have been teenagers and just looked like adults to me, but to me it seemed like everyone but me had their clothes on to go swimming. That just fed my wetlook flames.
Now we get back in the DeLorean and jump ahead to the summer of 1983. I was stationed at Ft. Campbell, Kentucky. I had my trusty 1977 Impala that had impressed the ladies my senior year of high school down there with me. Now it wasn't exactly around the corner, but it was close enough to come home every few weekends. We hadn't gone to our neighbors' trailer in several years although they had invited us every summer. I had spent the previous summer at Ft. Bliss for basic training so I wanted to get the most out of time I spent at home. We had already gone to the lake, as everyone called it, a couple of times when I came home over a weekend. I came home in July for two weeks leave and we headed over the Saturday in the middle of my leave.
Now you should know at this point, I wore what I wanted to get wet. Even before going in the army when I was in high school, I wore regular shorts and a t-shirt on trips to Acres of Fun and Boogie Mountain and during some trips home from Ft. Campbell, to Thunder Island. (Three Indy-area water slides and parks that are unfortunately part of history now.) I usually wasn't the only one and at Dietz, while the hippie era was over, I still had plenty of company when I swam in shorts or cut-off's and a shirt.
That Saturday had been no exception. I had gotten up extra early that morning and driven over by myself so I could have as much time in the lake as possible. My parents joined me later. It will become evident before the story is over that it was a very good thing I had my own transportation. Saturday nights were a big deal at this place because of the dance. Parents and kids headed for the auditorium, a roofed gathering area, open on one side to the beach, with a stage and bleachers. A very local country-ish band played while kids tried to do the two-step and parents watched. Teens and young adults generally congregated in the adjacent restaurant or out on the beach. That was generally where I was because that was where the girls were and while the lake was supposed to be officially closed at night, people usually ended up in it. I had a few times myself, (including the time I saw my very first in-person wet t-shirt. We'll save that for a later tale), although that night the only clean clothes I had left after a couple of trips over in the daytime were a pair of Levi's jeans, a t-shirt and an old pair of running shoes. I was fully dressed, socks and all so I hadn't intended to end up in the water.
I was on the walkway outside the restaurant watching the nighttime activity on the beach. A few kids were in the water, but my eyes were drawn to a group of young people. Since I was nineteen at the time and we have age of consent rules here, I am going to say that everyone was eighteen. (We're all old farts by now so it really shouldn't matter that some of them may have varied between sixteen and eighteen.) There were three guys and three girls, but only one pair of them appeared to be a couple. The guys were clad in just shorts and were swimming while all of the girls were totally dressed. All three were in blue jeans and shoes. One was wearing a green logo t-shirt and the other two were wearing very eighties-esque button down patterned blouses, with just a hint of a short sleeve. In other words, just a flap of material that extended over the shoulder. You had to live in that time to understand the fashion. One of the blouses was black with white dots and the other was white with multi-colored dots. The girl in the green t had dark brown hair and the other two had either light brown or dirty blond hair. It was hard to tell from a distance and at night under the three street lights that illuminated the beach after dark. None of the girls had a model's body, but none of them were what I would call fat either. In the Midwest, we'd call them healthy and I always seemed attracted to girls with that build. Maybe it was because they were lower maintenance and better sports about things than the perfect body types. At least they were that evening.
I will set the stage as to what the beach was like at the water's edge and then we'll get into the good stuff. The beach was sand, but instead of gradually going into the water, there was a concrete walkway along most of the water's edge. The walkway had begun to sag over the years as this place had opened in the early fifties. In most places the water lapped over it, in some going up to the sand. It was usually very slippery and many a person had, instead of stepping or jumping into the three to four-foot drop off to get in the water, had slipped and fallen onto his or her respective ass and slid off the walkway. Yeah, it smarted; I know from experience, but this was a laid-back place and everyone got a good laugh.
There I was watching this group. The guys were running and sliding across the walkway to end up in the water. Though they all seemed to know each other, one of them seemed to spend a lot of time teasing the girl in the black blouse like he was going to pull her into the lake with him. This was the pair I assumed was the couple I mentioned earlier. It never really seemed serious at first. However, something else caught my attention for a minute and I stopped paying attention to them. A girl screaming, NO! NO! NO! and her two friends' laughter got my attention back. I turned around to see the guy who had been teasing her running with the girl in the black blouse over his shoulder straight for the lake. My pulse started to quicken as this was getting good. The girl was wearing canvas slip-on shoes with no socks and she kicked them off as he carried her across the beach. Clearly, she was getting ready to end up in the water, but I had my doubts that he would actually go through with it. He stopped right at the submerged edge of the walkway and I was surprised that he was able to stop knowing how slippery it was. The girl was laughing, but begging him to let her go. He paused there and I honestly felt myself getting hard in the anticipation of Will he, or won't he?
The answer came in about four seconds. He shouted, Oops! I slipped! and toppled over forward, dumping both of them in the somewhat shallow water and they both went completely under. The whole swimming area where it was shallow was a very soft sand bottom, so there was no danger of either of them getting hurt. The girl popped up with her hair down over her face and her friends dying of laughter. I kind of figured she did it on purpose because eventually I would determine that of the three of them, two were good sports and VERY low maintenance and she was one of them.
Gasping comically and laughing herself, she climbed onto the walkway, but before she could make it to her feet, the guy grabbed her by her waist and pulled her back in. She shrieked and flailed her arms around as he pulled, and then she let herself go completely under again. I felt myself take an involuntary step toward them.
The guys quickly climbed out, leaving the bedraggled girl to make it out on her own. I learned one of the guys' name as the girl stood on the walkway and pointed at the guy who had dragged her in and shouted, I told my mom that that Brian was no good! Brian responded by rushing her, wrapping an arm around her and dragging her back in while she screamed, OH NO! Her arms flew out wide to make as big a splash and attract as much attention as possible. Obviously, she was enjoying this. As my jeans tightened around my crotch, I surmised that maybe getting dragged in had been partly her idea.
I may as well go swimming with you guys now! she exclaimed as Brian helped her out of the water this time.
Then they went back to a game they had been playing before Brian threw the girl in the lake. They had a ball and they were bowling. The guys lined up on the edge and the girls would roll the ball at them and they would all fall in. Now there were four pins. I watched them play for a few minutes, but my pulse and respiration were literally racing. Here was at least one girl who didn't care about getting thrown in the lake. I had to meet this bunch.
I went over and introduced myself. I learned that the other two guys were Jeff and Kyle, the girl in the green t-shirt was Carrie, the one in the white blouse was Mary Beth and the one who was happy to let Brian dunk her over and over was Tina. It was obvious that she and Brian were an item, but that didn't stop me from noticing the way her wet jeans clung to her and shined under the fluorescent street lights, the way the water ran from her blouse in streams each time she crawled onto the walkway or the way her makeup was starting to run. Wet, running makeup on a soaking wet woman is a major turn on for me. Her hair was also very fine so it remained slick when wet for a while out of the water, not that she ever stayed out very often. They let me play bowling with them and we were all getting strikes. Neither of the other two girls seemed to have anything going with the other guys and when temptation got the better of me, I began to devise my plan to get them in the lake too.
Do you need any more pins? I asked, trying to set up a reason to shove somebody in.
Jump in, Brian said, not understanding. I held up my hand in a wait gesture and subtly motioned at Carrie who was standing close to the walkway. I rushed her, but she saw me and took off. She was actually pretty fast. Everyone laughed and I came back and acted like it was just a one-time impulse.
And we thought we could trust you! Mary Beth said. Jim Sutton would have had something witty to say back, but I wasn't as fast on my feet.
We went back to playing and talking. Bowling broke up and Brian and Tina jumped in to get out into deeper water. Carrie would slowly inch back over but if I even turned my body in her direction, she would take off again. Mary Beth cracked up every time.
Then she made her mistake. She got between me and the water, yelling something to Tina about how she needed to get out so we could gang up on Carrie. I took my opportunity and rushed her.
NO! she screamed, but I already had her heading toward the water. She hit the slick walkway and her last words were SHIT! before she disappeared in a huge splash.
Tina was dying. She and Brian were out in water up to their stomachs and she was shrieking laughing at her friend. Brian, however and the other two guys who were sitting on the edge of the walkway, both looked like they couldn't believe I'd done that. Carrie had taken off for the restaurant again, but stopped to laugh herself when she figured out I wasn't immediately coming after her.
Mary Beth crawled out and stood up on the walkway. She was totally destroyed. Water dripped from her light brown hair and her cheap makeup was already beginning to run. The white blouse wasn't totally transparent, but it did give the slightest hint of her bra underneath. Of course, her jeans shimmered just like Tina's had and the best part about it, I had gotten her in wearing her running shoes and socks. She looked pissed for an instant, then her expression softened a little. However, what she said next made me afraid that I had overplayed my hand.
I bet you didn't know I worked as a lifeguard here and could get you thrown out for that! she taunted. You best get your butt in here too, or I will!
I knew I was committed the moment I saw she was going over the edge so I started toward the water. Wait! she exclaimed as she was hopping on one foot taking off her shoe and trying to get her sock off without getting it sandy. Pointing at Carrie she added, First you need to get that girl in here too!
O.K! I replied and started for Carrie, but she was having none of it. She took off on a dead run and headed straight into the restaurant. I don't think it's going to happen! I yelled back Mary Beth.
Well get back here then! she shot back to me. At least you're going swimming with me!
Maybe you'll have to catch me! I teased.
Remember how I can get you thrown out of here? she came back with. Had I been a jerk and tried to leave, she probably would have, now that she knew my name, but swimming with Mary Beth in her blue jeans was an opportunity I had no intention of passing up.
I shrugged and walked back to where she was standing by the walkway. I could have taken off my shoes and socks I suppose, but I'd dumped her in wearing hers. It was only fair. So, in the only dry clothes I had left there, I stood between her and the walkway and said, Be my guest.
Mary Beth rushed me and gave me as rough a shove as I'd given her and sent me tumbling into the water. As I went under, that realization that I had nothing to change into was such a rush. Even my wallet was still in my pocket. Although in the summer, I switched to what I called my summer wallet when I was out for fun like this. It was a nylon trifold and it only contained some cash, a couple of gas station credit cards, my license and my military ID. Both my ID and license were laminated and the credit cards were before mag-strips when they still used the big slider imprint machines, so no harm done to anything. My keys were in my pocket too, but this was before keyless entry so there was no fob to ruin and no one had even heard of cell phones let alone having to worry about getting thrown in the water with one. Ah, the good old days!
Jeff and Kyle jumped in and headed deeper toward where Tina and Brian were. They were all cheering my demise. Mary Beth sat down on the edge of the walkway in the water where it spilled over with a very satisfied smirk on her face.
Happy now? I asked. I waded in the four-foot water and pulled off my shoes and socks. I wrung the water out of my socks, stuck them in my waterlogged shoes and shoved them across the walkway close to Mary Beth's.
You deserved it, she replied. Maybe next time you'll find out just who you're shoving in the lake!
You're not going to get in trouble for getting wet, are you? I asked.
Oh, hell no! she replied. It's not like it's the first time! My parents aren't even here! I lifeguard every Friday, Saturday and Sunday but they didn't come this weekend. I'm staying here by myself. What about you?
I'm in the army and I drove my own car down here, I replied. I do what I want.
That was true. I had been an only child and as a result was pretty much sheltered growing up. However, once I entered the army, that changed thanks to my father. He was a World War II veteran and insisted that since I was a soldier, I was allowed to make my own decisions, even when staying at home. I had met girls here on other visits and sometimes we'd left the dance to drive to Terre Haute and get a burger or something, so the rule was if I had my own car there and I wasn't back to our neighbor's trailer by the time they wanted to leave, they should just head out and I would be along later.
So then, Mr. I-do-whatever-I-want, what do you want to do now?
She was either a good actress earlier, or she had really gone from being pissed at me to looking like she liked me. She was actually flirting. She was sitting on the edge of the walkway, her butt in two inches of water and with her jeans-clad legs dangling into the lake. I grabbed her legs and pulled.
Ahhh! she grunted before sliding off the edge of the walkway and going under. She came up and splashed me before saying, Do you know any other games besides 'Dunk Mary Beth'?
Not really, I replied. What do you want to do?
She gave me a smirk that spoke volumes about her and how she liked this sarcastic sparring we were doing. I'd only met a couple of girls who had really appreciated my sense of humor. We could play 'Dunk Carrie' instead.
I grinned and we looked around to see Carrie out of the restaurant and out in the sand, watching all of us cautiously. Since all six of us were wet now, we kind of wondered if maybe she would give up and get in with us. That was a no-go though. Both of us coming out of the water looking at her must have telegraphed our intentions because she took off like a shot again for the restaurant. She really did NOT want to get wet that night. While she did come back outside, she never did set foot off the walkway in front of the restaurant and onto the beach again.
Tina and the guys were out on one of the rafts in deep water. Realizing we weren't going to get Carrie to join us, Mary Beth and I jumped back in and swam out to join them. This was the first time I remember doing any serious swimming in blue jeans. It was hard work, but they felt so good it was worth it. When we got to the raft, I let her climb up the ladder first, mainly so I could see her wet ass getting hugged by those Lee Riders for Women she was wearing. There was just enough light out that far to still appreciate it. I think she knew what I was doing because she paused on the ladder, let herself bend down a little, and then thrusted herself onto the raft.
Brian and Tina were sitting on the side of the raft opposite the beach with their legs dangling in the water and kissing. Jeff and Kyle were standing in the center, pretending not to notice. Mary Beth dangled her legs in the water off the side facing the beach and looked at me to sit down next to her.
Things seemed to be working out so far, so I put my arm around her. She looked at me, grinning. I placed a finger on her cheek and pulled it back to show how far her cheap mascara had run down her face since she got wet.
Oh, thanks for making me look like a total wreck! she said sarcastically while she fussed with her hair.
What? I think you look hot like that! I replied.
Have a thing for girls who are all wet, do ya? she kidded.
Now I did, but since this was long before the internet, I didn't know that having a thing for wet girls really was a thing and I don't think she did either. I think she was just teasing me and still trying to flirt. Well, sort of, I answered. But look on the bright side. With someone like me you don't have to try real hard.
She wrinkled up her nose and moved her mouth like she was mocking what I'd just said. We'd just met, but I felt like the time was right to kiss her. Before I could move though, Kyle said, I want to go down the slide!
Much of this is gone now, but back then before lawsuits and liability insurance got out of hand, they had a thirty-two-foot tower with a long slide and a diving platform. The slide dumped off into relatively shallow five-foot-deep water, but the side where the platform was had been dug out to about twenty feet.
Mary Beth looked back at Kyle, ruining my chance and said, You know the beach is closed. We're not even supposed to be out here!
True, the beach officially closed no later than nine but the lifeguards could close it up earlier if the crowd had thinned. It was after ten by that point. No one seemed to enforce the hours though, at least on Saturday night when the beach was full of activity past eleven o'clock.
You're a lifeguard. You can protect us! Jeff chimed in.
Fine, we'll go down the slide! she relented and pushed herself off the raft. She gestured Come on, with a jerk of her head and I of course followed.
I told her Ladies first when we got to the ladder.
She erased any doubt I had that she knew why when about halfway up she yelled back at me, Enjoying the view?
Want to ride with me? she asked when I reached the top. I sat down behind her, my horniness pressing out against my jeans and against her. I thought you liked me, she kidded after we had splashed down at the bottom and gotten our feet under us. All I had to do was sit in front of you and now I'm sure! I guess I turned a little red because she got a good little snicker out of it.
She made me climb up first for our next ride. Your butt's cute too! she told me.
After we had all gone down a second time, Tina said we should jump once.
I don't know, I said. Despite the fact that later that year I went to the Ft. Campbell Air Assault School and learned how to rappel out of helicopters, I am not comfortable with heights.
Finding the most ticklish spot on my body, my side ride above my waist, Mary Beth poked me and teased, You're not chicken? A big army guy like you?
Maybe, I replied.
Come on. It's nothing. I'll jump with you.
How could I resist that? It would all be over in a second anyway. We climbed back to the top and after Brian, Tina and Jeff had gone, she took my hand and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and counted off to three. We jumped off together, hit the water and I wondered for a second if I was ever going to reach the surface. After two slides and that jump, Mary Beth's hair was wildly beautiful.
That's it, Mary Beth called to everyone when Kyle was done. We just broke a bunch of rules. I don't want to press our luck anymore.
It must have been eleven because the dance was breaking up. We paddled to the beach, Kyle and Jeff found their t-shirts and shoes and headed one way. Brian picked his up and Tina found her shoes and they headed off in another direction, joined by the ever-dry Carrie, leaving Mary Beth and me.
Now the leap from the tower had taken the pressure off the inside of my jeans, (No, I didn't go off! The anxiousness just took the urge away.) However, we were sitting on the edge of the walkway, dangling our jeans-clad legs in the water and the look on Mary Beth's face said it was now or never. I leaned in and kissed her for a good, long time. That brought the pressure back.
Mary Beth giggled and placed a hand on my wet crotch. I can help you with that, she said.
Well, I began sheepishly, I wasn't expecting things to develop like this today. I don't have any protection with me. There was that sheltered life haunting me. I'd never been offered sex from someone I'd just met.
She didn't hesitate. She whispered in my ear, I'll use my tongue if you'll use yours,
I have mentioned being sheltered a lot. As a result, I was a late bloomer where girls had been concerned, so I had never done what she was suggesting I do. On the other hand, I had never experienced what she was offering to do. I wasn't going to let one get in the way of the other.
I helped her up and we put our soggy shoes and socks back on. We were standing on the walkway in an inch of water and I couldn't resist giving her a playful shove. I think she expected it because she kept her eyes locked with mine and a smirk on her face while she fell until she disappeared under the water.
You've got a funny way of treating a girl who's just offered to blow you, she said, standing with her hands on her hips that were just above the water line and an expression on her face that said both annoyed and amused at the same time. God, she looked sexy standing there with her hair a wet mess, mascara still running, every other color of makeup she was wearing smeared, water dripping from her blouse that was plastered to the outline of her soaked bra underneath, hands on hips covered by wet jeans and water just lapping at her crotch and the soaked panties hidden by the jeans. She knew I was taking in the sight of her and she loved it.
Well, let me help you, I said, extending my hand to her and obviously setting myself up. She grabbed my hand with both of hers and pulled me in on top of her, just like I wanted. We surfaced, sputtering and laughing and then we kissed in the water and climbed out.
We sloshed across the beach, holding hands and getting odd stares from people still leaving the dance, but we didn't care. It was a warm and humid night and being soaked still felt great despite the late hour. The air smelled of campfires as we walked along the campground's roads, our path illuminated by tacky patio lanterns shaped like Oriental lamps, owls and lighthouses strung across trailer awnings or cabin porches.
She led me back to her family's trailer. Like many here, it was an older model and had been mounted on a foundation. She led me to a hose connected to a T on the trailer's water supply and said, Let's rinse off the lake. Do me first! Mary Beth turned the water on and handed me the hose.
I was never sure if she really liked this or just enjoyed the fact that I did. First, she spread her arms out wide and threw her head back while I hosed her down. She made funny faces, daring me to spray her in the face, which I did many times and finally turned away and bent over making her wet ass a target too tempting to pass up. Our clothes had stopped dripping so much on the walk here, but now the site of it pouring from her blouse, her jeans and her sopping hair was breathtaking.
Then it was my turn and I handed her the hose and let her enjoy getting back at me. I mimicked many of her actions, especially showing her my ass and I can still hear her laughing in my memories.
Her family had made a concrete patio outside the trailer and we shed our shoes and socks out there. She grabbed a couple of beach towels that had been left to dry over patio furniture and led me inside.
Mary Beth folded each towel over once and placed one of top of the other in the middle of the tile floor. She stood on them and beckoned me to join her.
Let me pause and say that I love my life now, my wife and family, but there is sometimes just the slightest regret that I let this one slip away. (More on that later). She either liked many of the exact things that I liked or enjoyed seeing me enjoying myself and instinctively knew how to let me. She offered exactly what I was thinking.
Let's undress each other, she whispered. Kissing her, I unbuttoned her soaking blouse and let it fall. She pulled my wet t-shirt over my head and dropped it behind me. I pulled her up close and held her with one hand playing with her bedraggled hair while the other caressed her back. Softly moaning, she pressed her lips against mine and we let our tongues dance together for a moment.
We tried to strip each other out of our wet jeans, but finally gave up, giggling to each other. We each removed our own. I beheld her standing there in her wet underwear for the first time. Because we were so close before, I hadn't noticed that her bra was thin, white cotton and I got to see how it and her matching white cotton panties were practically transparent, offering me clear view of her nipples, her trimmed patch and the camel toe that gave away that she was as excited as I was.
Mmmm, she quietly moaned when I pulled back up to her, gently grasped a tit in each hand and then slid my hands around to meet at her bra clasp that I unhooked. She let the bra fall and kicked it from between us. I played with her tits, which while not big were plenty perky and her hand found my erection bulging through my transparent tiny-whities. (I have moved on to colored boxer briefs now, but back then, they were all I wore.) It was my turn to moan as she gently stroked me through the wet cotton.
We slipped each other's wet underwear off our hips and let them fall to the floor. (It was SO erotic!) We pulled up close again and kissed. I cupped my hands around her ass and she continued to stroke me. Then she began rubbing my cock across her patch. I thought for a second she might forget herself and simply insert it. I would have given her no argument.
I brought one hand around and found her gushing pussy. I hadn't had any experience orally, but I knew how to use my finger to melt her. She gasped and then let me guide her into the trailer's sofa that sat under the front window.
Want me to go first? I whispered as I came down to my knees in front of her.
Uh-huh! she gasped, me still caressing her pussy.
I have to confess, I've never done this before, I admitted.
Don't worry, she whispered. You'll do fine. Just hit that same spot you're on now.
Now I had a reason for wanting to go first. I didn't know what to expect. Some guys had said it was the greatest thing in the world and others said it was nasty. I figured as horny as I was would overcome any disgust I might experience. I cautiously pressed my tongue against her clit and it took about 5 seconds for me to realize I had nothing to worry about. I was firmly in the greatest thing in the world camp. It wasn't long before I was straining to get my tongue as deep in her as possible.
Are yousure younever didthis? she gasped out between panting and moaning while she gushed all over my face. I loved it! Even though it was 1983 and I had no idea what a wammer was, I knew that I liked being a mess. My cock was throbbing at the sensation of her pussy juice smearing all over my face. I was shoving my tongue as deep as I could get it, rubbing her clit with my nose and tickling it with my breathing.
Her hands wrapped around the back of my head and she held me tight against her. Then she came and I thought she was trying to push me inside! Other than it being a little hard to breath, I didn't mind. She had been such a good sport all evening that I could do without air for a little while anyway.
I pulled back from her once she released her death grip on my head.
That was amazing! she gasped and leaned forward and pulled me into a deep tongue kiss, glazed face and all.
Your turn, Mary Beth said, vacating the sofa for me.
She wasted no time. I remember being young and being able to stay hard forever. I was still as rock solid as I had been when she first grabbed me through my shorts. Mary Beth swung around on her knees and slipped her lips over me. She obviously had done this before because despite how aroused I was, she was able to take me right to the brink a couple of times and then back off. That just made sure that when I finally did cum, I was fully loaded, maybe overloaded!
A lot of Mary Beth became Darcie. There is one difference though. Mary Beth wasn't a swallower. She still put on a hell of a show! Just in the instant I was about to let go, she slipped her mouth off and pumped me with her hand. I erupted and she purposely targeted herself in the face and tits, laughing out loud as I spewed cum all over her. I was a young man then and it felt like I was going to cum all night. Mary Beth happily wore every drop!
Do you have to go? she asked after we cleaned ourselves off.
I might get the third degree, but I don't have to, I replied. Normally I would have if I were just home for the weekend and needed to return to Ft. Campbell Sunday evening. However, since I was on leave and going to be home another week, nothing other than the thought of being questioned kept me from staying as long as I liked.
Stay here with me tonight then, she whispered.
You bet! I replied.
While I spread the contents of my soaked nylon wallet on the counter to dry, she pulled out the sofa which turned into a pretty narrow sofa bed, bigger than a twin size but not quite a full size. It was an excuse to snuggle up close together. I got in the bed, but Mary Beth pulled on a pair of running shorts and a ratty t-shirt before taking our wet clothes outside to hang over the lawn chairs. I didn't figure that they would dry in the night air, but they had a better chance than they did rolled up on the floor. She shed her clothes as soon as she came back in and climbed into bed with me.
I fell asleep to the sound of crickets and her soft breathing, but not before coming up with a convincing white lie about why I didn't come home.
I woke up to the trailer lit with the daylight of the next morning. Mary Beth was still close to me with her hand absently holding onto a morning wood erection even though she was still asleep. It would have been so easy to satisfy myself by sliding it into her aroused pussy, but I woke her instead and we treated each other to a repeat performance of the evening's festivities.
Mary Beth had to work that day. Sticking around? she asked. I don't necessarily have to wear a bathing suit to lifeguard here you know. Wanna see me in wet clothes again?
That was an offer too good to pass up. Mary Beth dressed in the running shorts and a Dietz Lake Staff t-shirt, but with panties and a bra under them this time. The bra was heavier and more opaque than the one I took off her the night before, which was a good thing. The t-shirt was white with green collar, sleeve trim and printing. That bra would definitely show through. She brought my clothes in from the outside. They were still very damp, but dry enough for me to sneak over to our neighbors' trailer and retrieve both my clothes that I had left hanging to dry the day before and my car. They always went to the Sunday service that was held in the auditorium so I was able to sneak over unseen.
Back at Mary Beth's, I changed into something more suitable for the lake, a pair of cut off's and a tank top I'd worn the day before and walked Mary Beth over to the beach. I found a pay phone to call home and lied my ass off saying that after we'd gone swimming, the group I was with offered to let me drink with them. I told my parents that by the time I realized I shouldn't drive home, they had already left. I stayed over and then got invited to stay and swim again on Sunday, which was mostly the truth. I said I'd be home that evening.
I got the two-person raft I'd played with the day before out of the trunk of the car and inflated it again. Mary Beth jumped in and swam with me during all of her breaks and then for a while after her shift ended. Her bra was indeed on display for all to see under her transparent t-shirt, and her thin cotton running shorts clung to the outline of her bikini panties, but that was nothing new around Dietz Lake. I told you it was rednecky.
Eventually, I did reluctantly have to go.
When will you be home again? she asked.
Probably Labor Day weekend.
You going to come out here?
Only if you promise to wear a mini-skirt to the dance!
She rolled her eyes, knowing I had every intention of throwing her in the lake that way. Then she grinned and said, You bring something else in your wallet and it's a deal.
She did wear a mini-skirt too! She was all too happy to let me shove her in the lake in it, the blouse she bought just to go with it and her canvas flats. I brought protection that night, but her family was there which nixed the trailer or staying over. Dietz had plenty of dark roads though, perfect for parking. I also had a big Impala with a back seat just the right size for fun!
I mentioned earlier that I am sometimes sorry I let her get away. I had gone into the army in a serious relationship with a girl at home and it ended very badly. I promised myself I wouldn't get serious again until my soldier days were over. I almost went back on that in Mary Beth's case. However, I stuck to it. We kept in touch and I even visited her family in Terre Haute once on my way home from Ft. Campbell one time. I told her I did not want to be exclusive, at least not now. I guess she understood because by the time the next summer rolled around, she had gotten involved with a local guy and gotten pregnant. It's not a sad ending though. He joined the Navy and got a degree while there and they are still together and living happily in a big house just down the road from Dietz.
I even ran into her there with my wife many years ago. Long story short, we were both out there with my parents visiting our neighbors. A rainstorm cut our time on the beach short that afternoon, so after dinner the wife and I walked back over. We were dressed, but nothing to write home about. I was in some cut-off's and my old army unit's t-shirt we used to wear for exercising. She was in a matching t-shirt and running shorts from Ball State where she went to school. I talked her into wading, and knowing she was being set up she agreed. Then I splashed her until she was soaked and we went swimming. We were out jumping off the raft, the same raft that a few years before Mary Beth and I had been on, when I looked over and saw her walking with her husband and son. I called over to her.
Now here she is, seeing me with my wife, who she had never met, out on the raft in our wet clothes. What does Mary Beth do? By the way, she is wearing jeans, a camisole top and flip-flops. She says something to her husband, kicks off the flip-flops and jumps in to swim out to us. Of course I had to explain to my wife who this woman was who just jumped in the lake in her clothes and left her family standing on the beach to swim out and give me a big hug on the raft.
Yeah, sometimes I think I made a big mistake not being more serious with her, but it freed me up the next summer where I had another adventure at Dietz, but had even more in the south. You'll find out more when The Wetgalfan Chronicles continues.