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 All Wet By Angelo

   MFM, true, wet tshirt, sharing

   This is a true story of how a girlfriend and I had a fun night with a
friend, with her opening up a little to showing off her body in a wet
tshirt, and then letting us take turns appreciating her cute little body.

   ---

   One night, me and my girlfriend Britney were hanging out at our house
after a day out in the boat drinking.  We were expecting to be going out
later with some friends so we were just relaxing and getting ready to take
showers when a friend of ours Sam stopped by.

   Britney saw who it was and started to head back to our bedroom, and I
asked her where she was going.

   "All I have on is this tshirt and my bikini bottoms", she said.

   "You can't tell that you don't still have the top on under your shirt,"
I said, a little turned on by the idea, "you've been around him all day
down at the beach in just your bikini.  You'll be fine." She was obviously
a little uncomfortable about being around Sam without something under the
thin tshirt because she had been friends with him a lot longer than I had.
But I reassured her and she shrugged her shoulders and went back to answer
the door.  As she walked ahead of me, I felt calm, the shirt fell below her
little butt and her boobs were small and you couldn't even see her nipples
behind the print of the tshirt.

   We offered him a beer and three of us sat around the little round
kitchen table, me on one side and him on the other and Britney between us,
chatting about the beach and the hot girls that had been out there and
watching sun set through the kitchen window.

   We were supposed to be meeting some people out for drinks but as the
evening grew on people kept calling with delays and excuses, which as the
three of us were having a great time having beers and chatting was
upsetting us less and less.

   "How about some margaritas?" I asked and both Sam and Britney were game
for it.  None of us were hungry and so I broke open the blender and got out
the tequila.  "How about a shot?"

   "Sure," Sam was lounged back in the high back kitchen chair.

   "Yeah!," said Britney, scooted forward in the kitchen chair her long
brown legs rose up from under the long tshirt to her feet resting on the
kitchen table.  I couldn't see them but I could imagine her cute little
brown bikini bottoms under the shirt.  I could tell she was feeling nice
and buzzed and way more comfortable.

   "How about we take them as body shots?," I said, and Sam chuckled
appreciatively and Britney just gave me a questioning look, as if daring me
to see how far I'd go.

   "Well, who do I take mine from?" she said.  I just winked at her.

   I said, "Sam you lick that arm and I'll lick this one." We both licked
the inside of her opposite elbows, and then we licked our own.  Passed the
salt around and as they were salting their arms I poured 4 shots of tequila
and got out the limes.  "There," I said, "one for each of us." Sam and I
then took our shots, licking the insides of her elbow, she was giggling as
we took our shots.

   Britney then licked the salt from the inside of his elbow and as she
took her first shot I could tell she was starting to feel good from the
tiny bumps of her nipples now showing through the tshirt on the small
swells of her breasts.  She then turned to me and took her time sucking the
salt from my elbow before taking the second shot.  She gave me a wink and I
felt myself swell obscenely within the light board shorts.

   As I made the margaritas they continued to chat and the conversation
swung to a story Sam was telling about a strip club he had been to with a
bachelor party the week before.  I served them their drinks and went to
clean up the stuff.

   "Britney," I said from the sink, "you could be a great stripper."

   She laughed and said, "I don't have the tits for it.  You want to buy me
tits?"

   "Tits are not everything," Sam said, "I mean, I like good tits, but
strippers aren't always the best looking girls, you know what I mean?"
Britney shook her head, no.  "It's just about confidence, it's about them
performing, I can't explain it," Sam continued.

   I filled the blender pitcher with warm water and I walked over to
Britney and before she could think of what I was doing, I poured some on
the front of her tshirt.

   "Oh my god!," she said, and Sam was laughing.  It hadn't been much
water, and I had poured it right on her stomach so only her belly button
was showing, but it was still quite a shock.  She was now looking up at me
with the eyes either of anger or curiosity.

   "How about it?," I said, "You think you could be a stripper?"

   Her eyes lost the anger, and turned playful and challenging.  "You
comfortable with this?," she asked.

   "Sure," I said, my heart racing a thousand beats minute, and she dropped
her hands back to her waste and subtly thrust her chest forward.

   "Alright," I said almost to myself, and I began pouring the rest of the
pitcher all over her breasts.  The pitcher was small so one breast was just
a little damp, but the other breast was soaked and the white tshirt was
almost completely transparent, the colored surf logo looking like a tattoo
on her breastbone.

   "My goodness," Sam said, he was still laughing and taking it in good
fun. I went to the sink and filled the pitcher with more water, a little
hotter this time.

   "The floor is going to be soaked," Britney said to me.

   I looked at the linoleum, "yeah, I'll clean it up later." The second
pitcher went on the other breast and now both of her tits were on clear
display to us both, and the nipples were clearly hard and pointy from the
rapid cooling of the water.  I went back to the sink and filled it again.

   "You want to try?" I said, handing the pitcher to Sam.  Britney didn't
say anything this time, just was smiling and laughing as she looked at me
as Sam began pouring hot water all over her tits.  It was hot enough that
it made her gasp and arch her back.  The tshirt was completely transparent
and her little tits were completely visible.  We all laughed about it and
we sat around the table, continuing our drinks.  It was very cool to still
be chatting just like normal but her breasts to be shining through her
shirt and her little brown nipples were hard and dimpling the shirt
outward.

   I got up to make a second round of drinks and bringing them around I
noticed her toying with her shirt.

   "I think I'm going to go put on a different shirt, this is getting sort
of cold," she said, looking at me.

   I nodded, "I'll get it for you." I was standing behind her and in one
motion I reached down grabbed the hem around her waist and pulled the shirt
over her head and off her arms.

   "Oh my god," she said to me, mock angry and laughing, "you could have at
least asked me." Sam was laughing but I could see his eyes were glued to
her chest.  Her skin had little goosebumps and her nipples were little and
hard, but I noticed that she wasn't trying to cover up at all.

   I finished filling the pitcher with hot water, and said, "you look
cold!," and I poured the hot water all over her naked tits.  Britney was
looking down at the stream of water pouring down over her tits and running
down over her belly and over her bikini bottoms.

   Sam was laughing and said, "my goodness", clearly thinking that this was
all very funny but not possibly sexual.

   I refilled the pitcher, "you warm enough?," she nodded yes, but I came
over her anyway.  "Push them together for us," I said.

   "What...  you want my titty fucking pose?" she challenged me, but she
took both hands and pushed her tits together cupping the nipples up to the
stream of water I poured over them.

   Refilling the pitcher I asked Sam if he want to try, he said, "Oh!  I
don't know, I mean...."

   "Oh yeah," Britney said, surprising me and reaching out and pulling Sam
to his feet, "you get to do it too.  If he gets to pour it on me in front
of you then you get to too." I handed him the water and she stuck her
tongue at him as she rolled her nipples between her fingers then pushed her
tits together.  This time as water splashed off her nipples and down the
crevice between her tits.  Britney was watching the water run over her.  I
discretely ran a hand over the huge log in my board shorts and readjusted
it so it wasn't as noticeable.

   I took the empty pitcher and put it back in the sink, "I'll get you a
towel." "Thanks," she said and I grabbed one of the beach towels from the
hallway that we hadn't used on the boat.

   "Here, stand up," I said, as I took her seat so she was standing between
us facing the table.  I began toweling her off, starting with the leg
closest to me.  "Here you go," I said, handing the other end of the big
towel to Sam, "you do that side." He took it and started toweling off the
other leg, both of us moving slowly upward.  I noticed that he was still
smiling nervously, but not laughing now.

   When we got to her waist, she lifted her arms and I quickly dried her
stomach before moving up to take her right breast in my palm through the
towel.  "Should I..." Sam asked looking up at Britney.  "It's his game,"
she said smiling, her hands behind her head and her breasts proudly
standing forward.  He saw my answer from the grin on my face, and he took
her left breast and began palming it through the towel.  After about 30
seconds she said, "alright guys, I think I'm dry now.  Thanks."

   That's right," I said, "and time for another shot." Without getting out
of her chair I handed a lime slice to Sam and took my lime slice and
reached up and rubbed it on and around her nipple.  I could feel her breath
in sharply, from the texture of the lime and knowing what was coming next
as I shook a copious amount of salt on and around the hard little nub.  Sam
didn't need prompting this time and did the same to the nipple on his side
while I poured the shots.  Without waiting for him, I took her left nipple
into my mouth, sucking and licking the salt away.  She gasped as I could
feel him shaking salt onto the right one.  I backed off and took my shot as
I watched him lean forward and suck her boob into his mouth.  She watched
me the whole time, mouth open, breathing deeply.

   When I offered her a shot, she smile and said "no I think you two have
fed me plenty for this evening." She had put her hands on her hips and I
could see how slick and shining both breasts were.

   "Well how about you give us each a lap dance then?" I said, leaning back
and turning up the radio.  It was playing some southern rock with a good
beat.  She shrugged and smiled and started moving toward me in my chair. 
"No, no, guests first."

   Again she shrugged as a new song came on.  "Isn't there a rule about you
can't touch the stripper?," she said, "so Sam keep your hands behind your
head." She started dancing in front of him, raising her arms above her head
so all I could see was her back and her cute legs.

   I reached forward and grabbed her bikini bottoms and pulled them in one
quick movement all the way down to her feet, then while she was still too
surprised to do anything I slipped them under her feet and tossed them into
the next room.  She looked around at me, eyes wide in disbelief.  "They
were still wet," I said, "you would have gotten his jeans soaked."

   Sam was still grinning and moving his eyes from her boobs to her pussy,
back and forth.  She had shaved her pussy that morning for the bikini, and
she had one of those beautiful pink pussies with little puffy lips that
spread apart, and a little mound that was rounded between her long thin
thighs.  She recovered quickly, and started dancing again, swaying
seductively to the music, then turning towards me while straddling his legs
and making grinding motions above his crotch.  I was hot as I could
possibly be.  She looked incredible.

   The next song and she moved over to me, no one saying anything.  She
danced in front of me and I could tell she was grinding her ass in Sam's
direction.  I could imagine that he was seeing what I had seen just a few
minutes earlier.  "Turn around," I whispered to her, and she turned around
and straddled my legs, spreading her pussy in the process and showing Sam
sitting in the other chair, everything she had.  I could see her back
glistening from the sweat of dancing.

   Without her noticing, I untied the strings to my board shorts and pulled
them open.  Then as she was grinding down on me I used a finger to prop my
cock upwards and against her pussy.  It was dripping wet and I heard her
moan but continue dancing.  As she grinded against me I felt the head of my
cock growing more and more slick until it slipped inside her finally, one
inch, then two.  Finally, she groaned loudly and sat down fully on my lap
impaling herself on my cock.  Grunting, she started fucking herself back
and forth, up and down, her legs spread lewdly wide over mine.  She started
making the little moaning noises that told me she was headed towards an
orgasm.

   "Come here," she said, and I looked over to see Sam who had is dick out
in his hand get out of his chair and come towards her.  Without stopping
her movements on my cock she took his rod in her hand, then to her face and
swallowed it.  She timed the bobbing of her head and her steady rise and
fall off my cock as it lanced insider her.

   I could feel the squeezing of her pussy around me and I knew that she
was close.  I could feel my own balls tightening and I reached around and
took her tits in my hand, stroking them and lightly pulling her nipples.

   All of the sudden I heard her gulping, and then moaning as his seed
started shooting down her throat and her orgasm started simultaneously.  I
lunged up into her over and over as my own cum shot deep inside her belly
in long thick jets.  She was still coming with little mewing sounds muffled
by his dick in her mouth, which she finally let pop out and turned back to
me.  I could see his dick was not that big, but shiny with her spit.  There
was still a long strand of saliva and cum stretching from his shiny
shrinking dick to her glistening lips.

   "You two give me a minute to get cleaned up, then come join me in bed?"
she asked.  We both nodded and she got off me and went to the bedroom.

   Sam and I laughed about what just happened and made comfortable small
talk until I went to the bedroom to see if she was ready for us.

   Britney was in the bed, passed out and in her pajamas.  I went out and
told Sam and he said goodnight and went home.

   In the morning, Britney and I talked and laughed about the night before
and I reassured her that I thought the world of her and she was incredibly
sexy.

   We have had other adventures, but this is our only one with a wet
tshirt.



   This is a true story.  Feel free to send feedback or let me know if
you've had similar experiences or maybe ideas for maybe a next chapter!  --
Angelo greatmemories@mail.com