Geoff wasn’t usually a fan of nostalgia, but sometimes the exceptions proved the rule. He had lived near the Heath for ten years before moving across the city, and after meeting a friend for lunch, he decided to take a walk through some of the inner-city greenery, just as he had done many times before.
Geoff’s route took him along a path that crossed one of the ponds used by outdoor swimmers. It was early April, so the water wasn’t as cold as it would be in mid-winter, but he still felt a sense of disbelief and respect for those taking a swim as a woman who had recently finished her workout approached him.
The smile and light-hearted salute Geoff flashed in her direction made Sally smile. She recognised the friendliness behind the stranger’s response and reminded him that the world would be a dull place if people got their kicks in the same way.
“Everyone reckons I only ever smile when I’m wet,” Sally added.
Sally’s remark almost took her as much by surprise as it did Geoff, although he was relieved to see her laughing, as it meant he felt free to do likewise, having needed to rather urgently.
Although it was unusual for her, Sally invited Geoff for coffee. Geoff accepted and waited for Sally to change in the nearby facilities, after which the pair went to the café, as she had suggested.
Instead of sitting in the café, Sally took Geoff to a bench by the edge of the pond. She hadn’t planned to have a deep conversation but found herself opening up more than she ever had to many people she’d known for years.
“Water is my refuge. It’s where I feel most comfortable being myself. I’m not as strong or confident anywhere else, but in water, I’m in my element, even if some smartarse says it isn’t one, and it’s a chemical compound,” Sally began.
Geoff’s laughter was partly because of Sally’s comment, but also a reaction to her decision to take off her coat and show off the sweatshirt her friends had recently bought her.
Above a cartoon of a woman diving into water, the sweatshirt bore the words ‘The Wetter She Gets, The Happier She’ll Be.’
Sally hadn’t expected to be showing off her sweatshirt to a man she had just met, but being in her happy place played a big part in her doing so. She was also eager to hear Geoff’s response to seeing her exposed message.
Geoff’s first thought was to tell Sally he was glad to meet someone who, like him, didn’t always take themselves too seriously. However, Sally was also curious whether her new acquaintance found anything as rewarding as her relationship with the water.
Despite speaking with Sally only briefly, Geoff explained that his creative escapism was the environment in which he felt as comfortable as Sally seemed to be in hers.
“My imagination often begins a journey when I’m by the water’s edge. It must be the outward calm and the turbulence underneath that reflect so much of myself, ” Sally explained, her comment eliciting a smile and a quick response.
“I can swim well enough to avoid sinking for a while, but that’s about my limit. I feel more comfortable helping others through their turbulent moments with my creativity,” Geoff replied, stirring a wave of mischievous giggles and laughter that Sally made no effort whatsoever to hide.
Sally’s curiosity about what a mix of her and Geoff’s escapism might produce went beyond simple interest. The confidence she felt in the water made it a natural place for the fantasies she imagined when aroused, and she hoped her new acquaintance would be just as eager to try new things as she was to enjoy them.
“It might trigger your ‘scary woman’ alarm, but I have a library full of water sounds on my computer at home. Heaven knows what would happen if I played one in the background while enjoying some nice company,” Sally warned.
“If Heaven knows, I’ll get them to help me come up with something strangely wet for you to giggle at, if it suits,” Geoff replied, causing Sally to keep smiling and clap her hands excitedly.
Once Geoff finished planting ideas in her mind, Sally’s main focus was on figuring out how to turn them into reality as quickly as possible. She believed the process might take some time, but she felt confident in her ability to express her thoughts in a way she hadn’t for such a long time.
“Just the thought of some help to reawaken parts of me is exciting. I never gave up hope, but I accepted my needs were quite niche, to say the least. Finding someone who doesn’t roll their eyes at my aquatic turn-on and seems patient enough to let me see how far I can go with this sounds too good to be true. Time will tell, of course, but my only request is that you let me explain how I ended up being so needy,” Sally explained.
Geoff was comfortable with Sally’s wishes and told her she could share as much or as little as she wanted, whenever it felt right. He also mentioned she had options regarding his input.
“If you’d like a polished read, you can send me off to my cave, and if you provide a way to contact you, I can let you know when it’s ready. The other option is to give me a pointer or two, and I’ll put something together based on those. You wouldn’t need to wait for that if you didn’t want to, but it might not flow as well,” Geoff explained.
“The story might not flow as smoothly, but I’m pretty sure something will!” Sally shouted after the two seconds it took her to consider the options and make it clear she wasn’t in the mood to wait.
A slow walk allowed Sally to share the background she thought was important for Geoff to understand. The story now served a purpose, rather than just being a sad tale, making it much easier than she had expected.
“He was also a swimmer. Not the type I expected to date, but I suppose it was convenient. As you know, there are many wealthy people around here, and he was one of them. I guess our shared interest made him think he could overlook my more down-to-earth lifestyle, but in hindsight, I realise he was embarrassed by my lack of heirs and graces.”
Sally continued her story as she and Geoff walked toward her home. Talking about how her lover’s ridicule when she mentioned her water-based fantasies wasn’t easy, but sharing it in this situation gave her hope that she hadn’t felt before when trying to open up to others.
“I felt very low about the ridicule I was subjected to, and I became withdrawn. We didn’t even break up; he just disappeared,” Sally explained.
After she finished talking about her past, Sally made sure that Geoff understood her focus was now only on the near future, and that the start of steady rain had helped her to shape the preferred outline for the promised story.
“I’ve just finished a swim. There’s nobody around, but it’s started to rain heavily. It’s warm, so I’ll take off the clothes I just put on and lie here naked, letting the rain make me all slippery and horny. I think I’ll have a little fun while I’m here, but I hear footsteps. Are they yours, Geoff? I hope so, or I might have some explaining to do. I’m not sure how or why you’re naked, too, in my mind. Maybe it’s to save time, perhaps?” Sally explained with a giggle.
While Sally knew she had to be careful about the risks of getting caught up in the excitement of everything, she also recognised the importance of the opportunity that had arisen. She believed Geoff needed to understand that her story wasn’t a sign of vulnerability but her way of showing that she thought the situation she was in was too good to miss.
“A storyteller, a story, and walking through the door wet through are opportunities that might not come my way again anytime soon. Hopefully, it isn’t the only thing you have to offer, either. I want to be back on the Heath, getting soaked in my mind, and see where we end up. If that’s a problem, speak now or forever hold your peace. Leave it any longer, and you won’t have hands free to hold anything. One more thing: if you have any worries that reality won’t live up to the fantasy, banish them now. Picturing the scene, together with a willing assistant, will ensure a wet, horny, and sometimes loud me,” Sally advised.
Geoff had thought about telling Sally he might not meet her expectations, but her words made that unnecessary. As she finished speaking, she took Geoff’s hand and led him up the steps to her home.
“I’m swimming in my head right now, and I can tell you some serious puddles are forming elsewhere, too,” Sally said before reminding Geoff that the story began with them both naked.
“I guess if you turn on the shower, it’ll be warm and ready when we need it,” Geoff said with a smile.
“Let’s hope so, although I’m already starting to simmer, so I don’t think slow, deep, and meaningful undressing is appropriate!” Sally shouted excitedly.
Following their agreed plan, Geoff quickly pulled Sally’s ‘Wetter she gets’ sweatshirt over her head, while Sally removed Geoff’s shirt and slipped out of her bra. Taking off each other’s jeans was also swift, though knickers and briefs came off after a short pause for some shared giggles.
Before getting into the shower with Geoff, Sally grabbed a couple of her waterproof toys from her bedside table in case she decided their use could add something.
“Always best to have all entrances covered in case of a sudden emergency,” Sally explained.
As soon as they faced each other under the warm shower water, Geoff’s touch and kisses landed on Sally’s shoulders, breasts, and nipples, while Sally stroked Geoff’s back and shoulders. It was firm, quick, and intense action, but above all, it was fun.
“Caught in the rain! We’d better keep our fingers moving to generate some heat. You go first, and we’ll see if it looks like a plan that might work,” Sally suggested, as she took Geoff’s hand and guided his fingers inside her erotically wet and impatient body.
As soon as Sally felt Geoff’s touch inside her, she began to thrust against his fingers, reaching out to grab his cock as she did so.
“I can hear splashing from the pond in my head. I want you to splash over my body too, and I want those fingers to make me shout the roof off!” Sally gasped, pulling purposefully on Geoff’s cock as she felt his touch send rhythms of pleasure around her body.
In every water-inspired fantasy Sally had enjoyed before, she felt compelled to take an active role. As she pumped and pulled, she knew that reality was matching and even surpassing her dreams, and Geoff’s noises of arousal blending with hers sounded perfect.
“Loving the soundtrack, too,” Sally giggled.
“You’ll be getting a new brand of body wash in a moment,” Geoff advised in a faltering voice, prompting Sally to make an even greater effort to turn his prediction into reality.
The sensation of Geoff’s cock trembling between her fingers as she enjoyed visions of wet bliss in her mind was enough to trigger Sally’s climax. As she laughed and cried out joyfully, her special moment became even more memorable when a wave of cum spat from Geoff’s cock onto her belly.
Every imagined version of this scene had heightened Sally’s arousal. The reality did so as well, but on a level even beyond her hopes. The combined pleasure of feeling him release his cum onto her skin and surrendering to waves of delicious climax was heavenly, and Sally felt eager to share Geoff’s desire to please her as much and for as long as possible.
Sally’s mind and body were overwhelmed by the intensity of her erotic release, and sounds of delight escaped from her mouth as her fantasies and his reality collided wildly. Geoff felt Sally’s joy was one of the most beautiful moments he’d ever experienced, and he already knew it was a memory that would stay with him forever.
Once Sally felt her work was becoming more painful than pleasurable for Geoff, she eased her touch from his cock and asked him to retrieve the vibrators she had placed next to the shower.
Sally slowly inserted the first toy, and she instructed Geoff to stand behind her and slide the second vibrator between her buttocks. It was teamwork in its purest form and another opportunity for Sally to turn a beloved fantasy into reality.
“I’m having so much fun in my head in the rain here. Don’t hold back with your task, and you’ll be on your way to hero status!” Sally shouted excitedly.
With the water still pouring over them, Sally knew Geoff would be able to visualise something similar to what she was experiencing, imagining his cock between her buttocks in the rain. Any doubts she had were cleared up by his comments describing the scene from his perspective, which added another layer to her experience.
Sally felt Geoff’s description of his cock pulsating inside her as she worked tirelessly with her toy was perfectly worded, prompting her to ask him to try to coax another load and aim at her back when she felt ready to reach another climax. Geoff confirmed this wouldn’t be a problem because he was very aroused by the adventure, and Sally was thrilled to hear the news.
“Sticky back, stickleback? Yes, please, sir,” Sally roared in anticipation.
Although Geoff might not have been creating a perfect replica of the scenes in Sally’s mind, his effort made that irrelevant. She understood that his work with her vibrator and the planned finale would blend perfectly with her fantasy and would bring it to life in a way she knew would be unforgettable.
Each movement of her toys drew Sally deeper into unexplored erotic territory. It was vital to her experience that Geoff understood what he had unlocked, and while her mind was in beautiful chaos, she still managed to offer at least a brief confirmation.
“You’ve made this special,” Sally stuttered.
As her heart raced and Sally felt more breathless, she did everything she could to hold on. Her body burned with sensual energy, and the visions she saw were unpredictable; she was on the verge of something extraordinary.
With Geoff ready to take on his new role, he watched as Sally’s body trembled with a shiver. As she made incoherent noises, Sally’s climax overtook her, plunging her into ecstatic joy.
Geoff combined stroking his cock with continuing to work the vibrator inside Sally’s body, as she mirrored his work up front. If the onset of Sally’s climax was sweet, a second intense wave, enjoyed along with a shot of his cum hitting her back, was beyond words to describe. Nothing in the world made sense to Sally at that moment, and she loved it.
To the sounds of a relentless erotic cacophony, Sally squirmed and trembled from the intensity of her release. The scenes might never hold the same power again when they entered her thoughts in the future, but she knew she could draw on memories of this day that now carried even greater significance.
Geoff’s dedication to Sally’s finale kept its beauty vibrant and strong. It was a triumph of imagination and included everything Sally hoped for.
In no rush to re-enter the real world, Sally and Geoff embraced, savoring every moment and sensation. It was a celebration of wetness neither would ever forget or regret.
Although Geoff kept making nostalgic trips to the Heath, he and Sally never intended to meet again. Neither of them wanted to risk ruining the memory they shared.
Whenever it started to rain on the Heath while she was there, Sally would watch everyone rushing away or opening their umbrellas. However, she would simply smile, let her mind wander wherever it pleased, and whisper, “The wetter she gets, the happier she’ll be. Thank you, Geoff,” before moving on.
