Fingering myself in a public fountain [F] [solo] [wetlook] [short]

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It’s gotten very hot where I live, so I spent the Sunday afternoon in the shade of the nearby park. There is a large fountain there — deep enough to swim, provided you go far enough.

Naturally, I felt it calling out to me, so I looked at my clothes. I was wearing a slim black T-shirt with white text, along with short leggings and a skirt. My apartment wasn’t far, so I wouldn’t have to walk dripping wet too far. There were already some people in the fountain, splashing around, so I concluded wouldn’t draw too much attention.

I approached the steps and put my sneaker in. The cold, fountain water immediately rushed into my socks and teased me. I put my other foot into the fountain and waded down the steps up to my knees, soaking the bottom of my black leggings. I spent a few moments there to adjust to the temperature — the water was incredibly cold.

After cooling off a bit, I waded further into the fountain, up to my butt. The rushing current lifted up my skirt, billowing it on the surface of the water. After a brief moment, the water penetrated my soaked skirt and leggings and reached my underwear, soaking it thoroughly.

I exhaled.

I approached one of the sprinklers and let it drench me completely. Streams of water were flowing down my sopping, wet T-shirt, which had become shiny and wrinkled, sticking to my body.

Then I dunked myself completely into the cold, foamy fountain water. As I emerged, I was amazed no one had been paying attention. I swam over to the fountain steps, and sat down so that water was just above the tips of my breasts.

Then I looked around. There was a girl, about my age, bathing on the other side of the fountain — fully dressed. She had a black hair, and was also wearing a black T-shirt — however, hers was wider than mine, featuring a logo of some kind of metal band. As she waded out and into the fountain, I noticed she was wearing black jeans and boots too.

The girl was surrounded by, I presume, her friends, who were wearing their swimsuits — she was the only one fully dressed in the fountain, apart from me.

I found it incredibly arousing. My fingers slid into my wet leggings, concealed underwater — I was about to masturbate to the thought of this completely innocent stranger.

Pretending not to stare, I slowly massaged my pussy, careful not to reveal the underwater movement, with the feeling of my soaked clothes amplifying the experience. The girl jumped up and down, her sopping, black T-shirt shining in the sun, sticking to her chubby body. Through the shirt, I could see the outlines of her soaked bra, barely containing the plump breasts within. She was amazing.

I struggled to contain the sounds of my moans. The girl was swimming, diving, jumping in and out of the fountain. And I was fingering myself furiously, praying no one was aware of what I was doing. I was coming hard. I pulled my drenched, half-submerged T-shirt and it inflated with air.

The girl seemed to notice, and she headed in my direction.

I began to panic and started pushing out the air of my soaked T-shirt, barely managing to bring it back to its deflated form. I dunked myself completely and the air escaped. I emerged soaking wet again, with the girl right in front of me.

— Hey, how did you do that? That was hilarious. — she said.

It was pretty clear she wasn’t into wetlook, and she even seemed slightly uncomfortable in soaking wet clothes — at least in front of me.

— Just take the bottom of your shirt and spread it over the surface of the water, then lower yourself fast. — I explained. — Or just soak yourself, then pull as hard as you can.

The girl managed to get it right on the first try. Her black, wide T-shirt had become so inflated, it made her look even more chubby than she was. I struggled hard to contain myself.

She laughed and went into a backstroke.

— Thanks. This is gonna be a new meme now. — she said, swimming away.

As soon as she turned around, my hand slid into my leggings again and I began masturbating more furiously than ever. As I was coming, I could see the girl demonstrating her newly-found skill to her friends.

Once I got off, I emerged from the fountain, attracting looks. This wasn’t part of the plan, so I quickly scurried away and headed to my apartment, sopping wet, with my only regret being the fact that I never got the girl’s number.

Who knows? Maybe I’ll meet her again.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/uqzxyr/fingering_myself_in_a_public_fountain_f_solo