whirlpool bath

All my cares floated away from me as I closed my eyes and lay back into the beautifully warm, bubbly water. For that moment, nothing mattered. My jeans, sweater, boots, even my underwear were thoroughly drenched. I had no dry clothes to change into. I’d have to go home dripping wet. I didn’t care. Below the surface I undid the zipper of my jeans and allowed my fingers to slip inside, lightly brushing the soaked cotton of my panties.
“Miss,” the flustered salesman stammered, “if you’re not going to buy the hot tub I’m afraid you’ll have to get out.”

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  • Malvin Nemesis

    How’s Gina doing? Did she turn out to be a successful convert, or did that soon fade away?

    (PS please delete the previous comment — I used the wrong e-mail address — thanks!)

  • Steve

    Damn i was just getting into that, lol. My mind was slowly drifting into wet clothes sensations.

  • Per

    Hi, nice blog, really like the read your stories.
    Im Per 35 from Sweden who always love wetlook.
    It starts around when i was 5 years old and today i still love it.

    I like to swim with clothes at the beach, even do it in the indoorpool in young ages.
    Sometimes i take a clothed shower at home. I wish i had some friends who will join.
    Maybe a girlfriend….

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