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A few years ago, my friend Ivonne returned from her work abroad for a short vacation. She rang me up and asked if I was up for some hanging out. At this point, it’s been years since we’ve seen each other, so I was really excited to meet.
We met at her parents’ house. Ivonne opened the door and screamed, excited to see me, then we hugged. She squeezed so hard it almost hurt.
— Come on, I wanna show you the place. — she said, taking me by the hand.
I knew Ivonne’s parents were kinda wealthy, but this house was way out of my league — multiple bedrooms and bathrooms, huge garden with a hedge maze, a guest house, and a small indoor pool.
We ended up in her room, then had a few drinks and did some catching up, none of which you’d find entertaining, but long story short — at some point, Ivonne grabbed me by the hand again and took me to the room with the pool.
We talked for a bit again, and then she just casually waded into the water. Her dark, knee-length skirt inflated immediately, billowing on the surface of the pool. I laughed as she was wrestling with it, trying to push it down.
— Oh, come on. I better not be the only one getting wet tonight. — she said, trying to splash some water over me.
— Don’t worry, you won’t. But seeing you do it alone is kinda amusing. — I said, laughing.
Ivonne lowered herself completely into the pool, and then swam over to the edge where I was sitting. She splashed some water in my direction, and then leaned on the edge, revealing the dark, glistening sleeves of her sopping wet shirt.
— It’s been a while since I’ve done this. Swam with clothes on, I mean. — she said.
— Awww, for me? You shouldn’t have. — I said, smiling.
— Sure. But now you have to do something for me. — she said, leaning in for a kiss.
Our lips met. It’s funny how I immediately recognized the taste of her chapstick — the exact one she’s been using for years. I guess old habits die hard. We had a short kiss, and then she leaned back.
— Okay, get in. — she said.
— I just have to pee real quick. Where’s your bathroom? — I asked.
Ivonne looked slightly sideways, then smiled deviously.
— Right here! — she said, slapping my jeans.
— You… want me to pee… in my clothes? — I said, laughing.
— Why not? — Ivonne shrugged. Her wet shirt wrinkled from the movement, producing a squeaking sound.
I laughed again, but then realized she was serious.
— You’re gonna swim in these clothes anyway. Makes no difference. — she said with a smirk.
— Fine. — I said reluctantly, standing up.
I had never tried this before, so it took me a while to properly relax. Once I finally let it go, I felt my underwear fill with warm liquid, soaking it thoroughly. I looked down on my jeans, and there was a huge, dark spot at my crotch, glistening in the dim pool light. Behind me, I felt streams of piss flowing down my soiled jeans.
It was amazing.
— Holy shit. — I moaned.
Ivonne pulled herself out of the pool and stared at me in awe. Then she burst out laughing.
— I can’t believe you actually did it. — Ivonne laughed.
— It’s kinda hot. — I said, catching my breath.
— Right? I was never much into wetlook, but I found out this was kinda my thing. — Ivonne said, smiling.
— Now let’s get you cleaned up. — she said, taking my hand and pushing me into the pool.
My clothes filled with water and became heavy. As I emerged, my wet shirt wrapped around my body like a glove, becoming dark and shiny. Ivonne followed, sliding into the pool in her already wet outfit. She approached me and we locked into a kiss.
— So… do you like… just enjoy watching people… piss themselves, or do you… actually do it yourself? — I struggled between kisses.
— Both. — Ivonne replied, reaching with her hand into my jeans. — Wow, your underwear’s still warm.
— It was swimming in piss. Of course it’s still warm. — I joked.
— You’re disgusting. — she laughed.
— Oh, I’m disgusting? — I laughed back.
She kissed me again. I grabbed her butt through her submerged skirt, feeling her soaked leggings and underwear underneath.
— I’ve missed this. — she said, moaning.
— Me too. — I exhaled.
We kissed for a while again.
— You should come tomorrow. My parents are still out of town, and I have a really nice dress I’d like to see covered in piss. — she said.
— Deal. — I said, barely believing the words coming out of her mouth. A few years before this, she was an innocent nerd, and now she’s talking about showering in bodily fluids. It was incredibly arousing.
We started coming hard. The flapping sound of our wet clothes echoed throughout the pool room as we grinded against each other, moaning. When we were done, we pulled ourselves to the edge of the pool, barely defeating the heaviness of our wet clothes, fighting for breath.
Looking like two wet seals, we looked at each other and smiled, thankful we’re friends.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/voggjb/casual_fling_with_my_friend_ff_wetlook