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Spontaneity seems to be the key.

MK is our resident fetish expert.

Is this a common aspect of fetishes?

Once we can control it, have it on demand

the attraction diminishes?

I'll give the falling in love then introducing to wetlook

thing a try.

A small anecdote to finish (relating to the theory that all women secretly love wetlook)

I blatantly pushed a girl into my pool once. I know you guys wanna know :)

so she was wearing a tight denim mini (more like micro) skirt and a red t-shirt.

Panties, no bra.

This particulary lovely young lady was about 19 or 20 at the time and very attractive.

An arse to rival Kylie Minogue and smallish, but perfectly shaped tits.

Anyway..I digress.

She was very angry with me. Irate in fact. So saying, we still made use of the pool

and once again demonstrated why skirts, especially short ones, are one of my favourite

pieces of women's apparel :)

For at least a year she bitched about how horrible I was that day and how she couldn't

believe that I had done that. Bringing it up alot.

I never said anything, just sort of smiled and changed topic.

So at least a year later, I'm chilling out by the pool. Nice Aussie day, 30 odd degrees,

blue sky the works.

Without saying a word this same wonderfully salacious girl

casually walks out of the house, super tight blue crop top clinging to her.

She flashes me her fantastic arse, seemingly painted with the tightest

low cut, light blue jeans one could imagine.

As if it were nothing, she slides into the pool. Sitting on the top step, the water

carressing the bottom of her top. "Coming in?" she asks me. A flash of her tongue

as she pouts the question.

"Nah" I reply, doing my best to feign disinterest and pretending to read my book.

She splashes herself, just enough to moisten up her top. Her nipples, hard and wet

call out to me.

She runs her hands, slowly over her breasts. Looking at me the entire time, her mouth slightly

open in an expression that would shame Carmen Electra.

Lifting herself out of the pool, she arches her back, hands sliding down her bare stomach. Pausing slightly

between her legs before continuing on down her thighs.

I can hear her moaning slightly now. She bends over, her glistening perfect arse causes me to drop my book.

Suddenly I was aware that I was having difficulty breathing.

I didn't care.

Leaning forward she dips her long, beautifully brunette hair into the pool. I can see it floating there for a second, the

silken tendrils flowing around in the water. Snapping backwards, her arse flexing so suddenly i thought the jeans

would burst she flings her hair out of the pool.

Cascading over her shoulders and onto her tits, the hair soaks her crop top. The light blue clinging cotton takes on

that wonderfully erotic transparent sheen.

Running her hands again over her body. Her eyes burning with desire. I can feel how hot she is.

She looks at me with a look that cannot be refused. "Now, how about that swim."