Pedro and I get SOAKED in pool in clothes/shower fun
Posted by WillyGetsWet on November 18, 2022 at 06:54:25
Update: posting here since the explicit version was requested. It's copied and pasted from WWW except for the new spicy details. Enjoy (I know I did!) ;)
Hey guys! Posting again now that I've had an encounter worth writing about. This one happened pretty recently, about a month ago. It's with a guy named Pedro, and I have to say, this may have been one of my favorite wacky wet events to date. It's also easily the spiciest, but I think the details are family friendly enough to put here instead of Voldemort. You won't want to miss this one, I promise.
As many of you know, I work at a hotel. We have a strict no street wear policy for the pool. However, lycra/spandex sportswear is allowed, along with cotton shirts and sweatpants, which is more than fair in my opinion. We have a guy named Pedro who works for the hotel chain, but not at my location. He lives in Alberta and flies in once a month for 3 days and 2 nights to meet with the manager of my location. Pedro and I got along right away. He's 30 around my age, average height, latin, and pretty well built.
Anyway, I guess we met first in February, then in March, etc on his routine visits. For his June visit, things were a bit...different. Pedro was staying in a hotel a short walk from the one we work at (something about putting him up in a place down the road saved head office money instead of him staying at our location?) I don't know or care, cause it meant we ended up getting wet which is all that matters. So he stayed there for 2 nights cause he was in town for 3 days. The first 2 days I was working and the third I was off. So we worked together for the first 2 days, and he ended his meetings about an hour before my shift at the front desk ended. He had invited me to stay in his room that night while we worked together on the second day, and I agreed. You can imagine what happened.
After work, I walked over to the hotel he was staying at with my backpack for overnight. I brought two sets of clothes, shorts and a shirt for sleeping and an extra set for wearing home the next day. Good thing I brought extra! I met up with Pedro and we walked around the hotel and downtown a bit. We grabbed some food and walked back, passing the pool on the way. I remarked how the pool looked fun and it was a shame I didn't have my bathing suit. He joked that it was good they allowed street clothes in the pool unlike our hotel, and we could always just hop in with our shorts and underwear if we wanted. I certainly hoped we would do that and more.
After eating our food in the room and relaxing for a while, we played some games and hung out a bit more. It was back and forth, so to make it more eventful, Pedro suggested we needed a twist to make it more competitive. I half jokingly blurted out that the loser should get tossed in the pool. He laughed and agreed. Now I know some of you think you would throw the game and lose to have an easy excuse to get wet, but I was the opposite. I wanted to win so bad, not only because I'm competitive as hell, but I knew if he lost and ended up in the pool, I could jump in too. But if I lost and ended up wet, he may not jump in (which is what I wanted to happen). Remember I knew him pretty well but not THAT well, and winning seemed like the best way to control the situation and ensure we both got wet.
So anyways, we played and I won just barely! My heart was beating fast cause I knew all along that I was gonna get soaked but I knew winning was the only way to make sure he did too! Since getting to the hotel originally, I'd changed out of my uniform (something I'd never get wet in anyways) and put on a blue short sleeved shirt with black shorts and underwear. Pedro had put on a grey short sleeved shirt with jeans and grey underwear. His room was on the second floor and was only a few rooms from the stairs which led to the pool. So we walked down, me in my sandals and him in his black socks and grey shoes, and got to the pool area. We got down to the pool and it was a ghost town. On a weekday at 11pm there's not much traffic. The pool closed at midnight, keep in mind.
Pedro flashed a smile like "you're really making me do this?, took his shoes off (I didn't care if he wore them), and walked to the edge. He made his way onto the first step, soaking his socks and dampening his pants. He then took a few more steps, and his blue jeans were now saturated and darker than before. He went in a bit further, wetting the bottom of his shirt. One last step, and the water was up to his ribs. His lower arms, stomach and lower body were soaked. I watched as he sighed and smiled before laying back and going right underneath the water. He surfaced, and was officially drenched. I told him if he got wet, I had to as well. He said it wasn't necessary, but I insisted. He didn't protest as I took my sandals off and walked into the water.
The water felt good on my legs, and as my shorts soaked and floated around me, I was erm...excited quickly. My shirt soon darkened as it touched the water, and eventually, I was in chest deep like Pedro was. I went under as well, soaking myself completely. I resurfaced, immediately admiring Pedro's wet clothes. His grey shirt was drenched and stuck tight to his torso. His jeans clung to his body nicely, and his black hair was dripping. We swum around in the pool for a while, dunking each other and hanging out. I could see as time went on that his tight pants clung to him in a way that showed off his own excitement, if you know what I mean. Pedro pulled himself out of the water and sat on the edge with his feet dangling into the pool.
I swam up close but stayed in the water. I watched how his chest and abs stuck to his soaking wet shirt, and how his jeans hugged his waist. His arms were clinging to his shirt nicely as well. He joked about how he was gonna beat my rear end at games next time, prompting me to pull him off the edge and into the pool. His wet shirt was stuck to his tanned skin, but floated around a bit. I also saw the band of his grey underwear poking out from his jeans. He tried to pull his pants up more, but his...excitement got in the way a little bit. His brawny chest was visible through his tight shirt, and his legs stretched against the fabric of his soaked jeans. We got out of the pool, dripping, with the intention of soaking in the hot tub. However, it was 11:46 so we opted not to. We instead went into the showers which were open for a while after the pool closed...
The shower room had an open communal shower along with some shower stalls. Pedro and I both walked right for the open ones and chose showers right next to each other. At this point our "excitement" was pretty obvious but went unspoken for a while. The water ran down Pedro's hair, plastering his soaked shirt even tighter to his torso. His pants looked amazing drenched, and my "excitement" was now in full view inside my wet shorts. He smiled a bit and I blushed. He said it was nothing to be upset about. He admitted he was also enjoying himself. He ran his hands through his hair and I thought I was gonna be excited right then and there. His pecs were pressed right against his tight, wet grey shirt and his abs were clearly outlined by the drenched fabric. Pedro once again noticed, and smiled before pulling his shirt up.
Pedro's toned arms separated the shirt from his body, and I watched in amazement as the soaked garment peeled away from his abdomen. He winked as he worked the shirt upward, showing off his toned chest. He pulled the wet shirt over his head and tossed it aside. I did the same in a less graceful and more awkward fashion. Pedro's socks were soaked, so they came off next. I couldn't tear my eyes away from his torso and how the water ran down his upper body, sticking those pants and underwear to his skin. His jeans and my shorts were off next, and it took some effort for Pedro to take his off. I helped pull them off his legs, and it was painfully clear that something was about to happen. I could feel it, and my heart was pounding in my chest. I'm very inexperienced but instinct told me I was about to get some experience. Talk about exciting but nerve racking.
What ended up happening was a mostly silent but amicable moment of enjoyment. It was my hands on his waist, and his on my shoulders. Under the hot water, he smiled and subtly nodded. I pressed my lips against his, pushing nerves aside. We kissed for a little bit, and then my hands were in his hair, his on my lower back. I put a hand on his collarbone, and he again smiled and nodded. I ran my hands all over his upper body, touching his warm skin. I caressed his chest and abdomen, feeling his wet, tanned muscles on my hands. He put his hands in my hair and pressed himself into me, against the wall. I felt his rock hard nipples press against my skin, and we kissed harder as our excited areas made contact. I gripped his arms and shoulders while he touched my torso. His abs were grinding against me, and I kissed his neck as his tanned, soaked skin slid against me.
Soon, Pedro asked if I was good. I replied yes, and his hands were in contact with my underwear seconds later. I returned the favor. We worked the outside first, still kissing and pressing our bodies together. Then he smiled and tentatively slid a hand inside my underwear. I once again returned the favor, and our excitement reached its peak as we dropped our underwear. We continued grinding against each other hard while groping one another. His tight, tanned muscles rubbed against me, and I kissed him and smiled as I felt myself reach the point of no return. I gasped and brought him to the finish line, and we soon slid down the wall and sat under the shower side by side, panting. We looked at each other and smiled instantly, and I reached out to touch his pecs and abs again. He kissed me again before we stood and pulled on our damp clothes.
We went upstairs and stripped down again before hanging up our stuff to dry. I changed into my other shorts and shirt, which I ended up just wearing home the next day. Pedro dressed in night clothes and we both sat for a moment before talking about what we had done. I told him I was sorry if I crossed a line. He said I hadn't, and he enjoyed it all. I asked him if we could do it again sometime, and he smirked, saying he thought he'd like that. I asked about the wet clothes and whether that that was normally his thing. He said no but admitted that the tight, soaked clothing (especially the wet shirt) felt great against his body. I agreed, and we hung out for a while before going to sleep. We left the next morning; he headed for the airport and I headed home. I was worried that it would be awkward, but it wasn't. Pedro was friendly and agreed that we would do that again (hint, we did! Story to come).
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