Finally - My University Story
Posted by Robert on July 30, 2022 at 00:25:29
There's a lot of lead up to this, but I digress. I will just post the relevant parts that you all want.
So, in my first year at university, I was living in residence. I was lucky in that I was able to get a self-contained unit that had a bathroom in the unit. No kitchen, per se, just a small fridge and space for a microwave (and I brought along one of those portable cook tops with burners), and the bed was a long twin. There was a desk too, and a small wardrobe. But like I said, it was a single room with a bathroom. There weren't very many of these rooms in the residence, and apparently I won the "lottery" for one of them when I applied - I was expecting to get a shared room like my wife (then-girlfriend) got, with the bathroom down the hall.
I remember only thinking about how I was going to get wet when we toured the rooms with my parents, before I started attending. I'll call my wife Lisa on here - she, as my then-girlfriend, came along with us since she was going to be attending the same out-of-town university. I got a room on the 1st floor, hers was up on the 5th floor - but hers was a shared room. There were 4 bedrooms and two bathrooms in hers, and a bunch of common area. This residence building was fairly new at the time, so it was modern for the day (1997).
We agreed to have a key to each other's units, just in case of any emergencies. Lisa's roommates knew that I had a key too, but I promised I would knock first if I ever wanted to enter. I would only use the key if there was no answer and I needed to get in urgently (which was going to be hardly ever). For Lisa, I told her she should also knock first (or call me), but that she didn't need an emergency to enter if I didn't answer (only me, and no roommates). I was 18 when this occurred, so still a bit young, but now an adult (yay!).
Anyway, I had been experimenting with many wet clothes fantasies since the day I moved into that place. I was always having "fun" - by fun I mean orgasms, each and every time. That was the point. Lisa knew nothing about this at the time and I intended to keep it secret from her, fearing that she would dump me if she found out. I had only once before tried shoes, and it wasn't a fun experience because my Mom caught me when she found drenched shoes in my closet. I said "but those are my old shoes" but she didn't care - didn't want me to do it. Therefore, I had to try shoes again - and boy did it feel good. I don't think I even got 100% soaked the first time I got shoes wet there. I had and orgasm before I even sat down in the tub, just at the feeling of my shoes - right inside my pants.
One day, Lisa and I were going to go out to a fancy restaurant for dinner, to celebrate our "anniversary" of our first real date. We had a booking for 6 PM at the restaurant, and we would be taking the bus (neither of us poor university students had a car, and public transit in this city where the university was, was very good). Around 3 or so, I was in the shower wearing a solid white t-shirt and black jeans, along with my "play" shoes that I used specifically for soaking. I was about to reach the climax when I thought I heard the door open. I didn't think much of it, as I typically did hear sounds coming from the hallway that sounded like doors slamming, so I kept "going". I was just getting the pre-orgasm feeling when I heard a voice.
"Robert?" I heard outside the bathroom.
The door to the bathroom opened, as my body was completely overcome by orgasm and semen was squirting everywhere.
"Sorry, I didn't realize you were in the bath...," said Lisa, who had opened the door, "...room. Ooh, Robert!"
There was a glass door on the tub/shower, so she was able to see right in - and saw me, having just orgasmed, in my completely drenched black pants and white shirt.
As the throbbing subsided, I quickly put my dick back into my pants.
Lisa giggled. "Robert, what the hell are you doing?" she asked.
"Getting wet," I said to her, trying to make it seem normal.
"I see that. Why?" she asked.
"For fun," I said, as I slid open the shower door.
She started giggling again and just stared at me. "You look all cute and hot like that, Robert," she said. "And that orgasm! Wow!"
I started to get hard again there at that comment. I got out, face bright red (but tried to not have that happen) and she grabbed the bottom of my shirt. "Wow, I love a guy in a wet white shirt," she quipped.
"How did you get in?" I asked.
"With your key. I tried to call you but there was no answer, and I heard some sounds from inside, so I came into see what it was. Now I know what it was," she said.
"You're not mad, are you?" I asked.
"Mad at what?" she said.
"Me doing this," I said.
"No, why would I be mad? Like I said, you look hot like that with the white shirt showing your fit body," she said.
I honestly wasn't "fit", but I definitely wasn't fat. By this point, there was a huge puddle forming on the bathroom floor.
"What did you want? Want to go out sooner?" I asked.
"Nah, later. I wanted to know if you wanted to go to a movie after dinner," she said.
"Sure," I said.
"Great," she said. "I'll see if there's still room at the 9 PM."
She then pecked me on the cheek, getting her shirt a bit wet in the process, and left.
When she left, I was still not convinced that she actually wanted me to do this, so I seized being hard and actually got undressed from my wet clothes. We went to dinner, then the movie, and had a great time (as usual). Then we came back to my place.
"Do you really not mind if I get wet, Lisa?" I asked. "It's kinda something I've always fantasized about all my life."
"Of course not, makes you even hotter," she said as she kissed me and we ended up making out considerably.
Well, from that point on, not all my orgasms were in the shower in wet clothes - we had some encounters together (protected, of course, until we were married).
I got wet many more times in university - even went to an exam once wearing wet shoes (!) and almost got in sh*t from the invigilator who saw a small unintended puddle on the floor (didn't think they were leaking water at that point as I had walked all the way across campus from my room in the wet shoes, and thought they were mostly "squelched out"). But the sun was out so there should have been no water on the floor.
Lisa liked it best when I wore white. I even wore white shorts once, after a soccer game - boy did we have fun that night.
Lisa did occasionally join me in the shower after we were married - those were the best times. And honestly, I think it was one of those times that we conceived Robbie...
Since we've had kids, I've lost a bit of interest, like I said. I still enjoy looking at others getting wet, and of course I like egging on my boys, but I basically don't really have the gumption to get wet myself anymore. In the summer of 2019, I did get into a pool with my jeans and a shirt on (with Lisa who wore a bathing suit), but it didn't feel the same as it used to.