An arousing swim with another one of my friends [FF] [wetlook]

Read the previous part [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/uhl85y/the_pool_party_of_our_lives_ff_wetlook/) (it’s a bit long, but it’s worth it :).

After our incredibly arousing pool party, Anna, Ivonne and I had become much more open to each other. We weren’t gay, per se — at least I think we weren’t — but there was something deeply arousing in the naughtiness of touching and kissing your best friend.

Especially when they’re in soaking wet clothes.

I was surprised at how Anna and Ivonne welcomed wetlook too — Anna seemed to genuinely enjoy it, and while Ivonne originally didn’t find it arousing at all, she decided to keep doing it with us for fun.

Near the end of our stay at the resort, Anna left a few days ahead in order to visit some relatives on the way back. Ivonne and I stayed behind, trying to make the most of our remaining break time.

We decided to go to the beach, so we picked out some clothes to swim in and headed out. I was wearing a black rock band T-shirt, tights and sneakers, and Ivonne was wearing a cute red tee with puff sleeves — she really liked these — slim jeans and running shoes. We were both wearing underwear. Just as we put our things down, she pulled my hand and turned me around.

— Wait. — she said.

Then she kissed me. As her warm, soft lips were caressing mine, I could feel the familiar taste of her red chapstick — matching the color of her T-shirt.

— Did I ever mention how good of a kisser you were?. — I said.

Ivonne laughed and adjusted her glasses.

— You probably can’t wait to see me wet in this, huh? — she said, playfully.

— You have no idea. — I replied.

She took me by the hand and we approached the shore. As soon as I wanted to take a step into the water, she stopped me.

— How about you watch me first? — Ivonne said.

Before I even said anything, she waded into the sea up to her butt. Her blue jeans turned dark, shining in the afternoon sun. She turned towards me and splashed some water on her red T-shirt, which immediately changed color and became wrinkled, sticking to her slim body. She threw herself into a backstroke then gestured at me.

— Your turn! — she shouted.

I waded into the shallows. Water rushed into my sneakers, drenching my socks. My black tights wrapped around my legs, and as I waded up to my butt, I could feel my underwear starting to soak. Ivonne splashed some water on my black, wide T-shirt. I submerged myself and then quickly emerged, and my tee became heavy, glistening in the sun. I was aroused.

Ivonne swam over, her puff sleeves once again awkwardly floating above the water, filled with trapped air. For some reason I cannot explain, it made me come hard. I grabbed her wet T-shirt and pulled her towards me, then I kissed her.

We were snugging for minutes and we barely even got bored, when I felt her hand slide into my tights, grabbing my underwear from the back.

— Your… panties are unusually soft. — she moaned.

— That’s because… they’re wet, you dummy. — I mumbled between kisses.

Her glasses had become crooked from the snugging, so she used her unoccupied hand to set them straight. When she returned her hand below the water, her puff sleeve got further inflated with air. It was weirdly hot.

— Do that again. — I said.

She laughed.

— Seriously? — Ivonne said.

— Yeah. It was kinda hot. — I said, embarrassed.

I felt her hand slide out of my tights. We swam over to slightly more shallow water, so were both about breast deep. She then slightly pulled back, looked into my eyes and dunked her shoulders underwater, so that both of her sleeves inflated, floating on the surface.

I moaned.

We locked into a kiss again. This time, I slid my hand into her jeans from the front, feeling her soft, laced underwear. As I slowly moved my fingers, she exclaimed with pleasure. After moaning for a bit, she returned the favor. We were kissing and fingering each other for at least half an hour. The sounds of our moans were interspersed with the flapping of wet fabric. We were both intensely coming.

At some point, we got exhausted. We swam over to the shallows, where most people at the beach were, and sat down so that the water was up to our breasts. Since we were both fully dressed, we were drawing a lot of looks — but at this point, I was already used to it.

— I may not be that much into wet clothes… — said Ivonne, playing with her drenched T-shirt. — But that was fun.

— We should do it more often — I said.

— Why not. — Ivonne shrugged.

We stood up, dripping, our soaked clothes sticking to our bodies. We kissed once again and waded out of the sea. We changed into dry clothes, headed back to the hotel and started planning the rest of our short break…

[to be continued…]

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