Whilst the memory of the sight of Mr. Darcy (in the BBC’s Pride and Prejudice) emerging from the lake wearing a soaking wet linen shirt is still enough to give me palpitations, as a woman, I can also appreciate the beauty of another woman’s form through wet fabric.
Mr. Smooth talks us through his own encounter.
I want to you to arrive at my door in torrential rain, no umbrella and no coat, soaked through. Your white top is totally transparent and your bra showing through – your lovely nipples pink and hard, points through the thin material.
I help you out of your wet clothes and, as I towel you down, I admire your smooth skin dotted with droplets of moisture. I slip your damp trousers down over your hips onto the floor, and then undo my jeans and cast them off.
I sit back on a chair and you climb astride my lap in your bra and knickers, running your finger up and down my solid shaft. Then, wet and slippery everywhere, you pull your knickers to one side and lower yourself down onto my engorged cock, gasping as the thick solid shaft slides deep into your gorgeous cunt.
I feel your moist skin against my chest, your soaked knickers against my navel and your drenched hair trails across my shoulders as you bounce up and down, forcing me deeper up inside you as I lift my hips and thrust up into you.
My hands are running over your back, leaving damp trails across your shoulders as we build up speed and the water is replaced by slipper sweat. You finally drop hard, burying my shaft inside you as I explode, hot spunk filling you up and causing you to shudder as you feel it spurt deep into you.
You kiss me, and sip off my lap. Still in just your underwear, and then run your tongue down my now-wet chest to my navel, taking my length in your mouth and smiling teasinlgy as you lick my cock clean, savouring the taste of our mixed cocktail, before kissing me again and filling my mouth with your juice-covered tongue.
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