I’m Dripping Wet
(Mid 1990s)

After I recorded my little fashion show for Mark and Brandon, Brandon asked if I would be interested in making more videos. He offered his services as camera man. I didn’t hesitate. I had left my husband in large part because I could not be myself in that relationship. When I tried to express my exhibitionist nature, he was not into it. It upset him. I went years being the wife he wanted and not able to even discuss by desires. Returning to who I am was goal number one for me.

When I answered Brandon’s request to record me, I just said, “That would be fun.” But we did not make a plan, and a few days went by without him bringing it up. So, when he was around, I stepped up my naughty girl behavior, hoping he would get out his camera. Walking around barely dressed, or sometimes completely nude. This would get his attention, but he stayed quiet.

One afternoon, while Brandon was editing a video, it started to rain. This was one of those intense Florida afternoon showers. I had a game I liked to play sometimes when it rained. We had a laundry room in the apartment, but there were no machines. The guys had made it into a room for recording audio for their projects. So, I had to use the laundry room for the apartment complex. It was several buildings away. I love to frolic in the rain, particularly when naked. But I didn’t think it would be good to do this in front of my apartment. So, I would put on a tee shirt, but nothing else except the laundry room key that was on a bright stretchy band I wore around my wrist, and I would go out to dance and play in the rain.

There was a neighboring apartment complex next to some large open fields. This is mostly where I would play while wondering who may be watching me from the apartments. I remember doing a lot of cartwheels. Sometimes the wet shirt would stick to my legs enough to keep me covered, and sometimes it wouldn’t. I had a lot of fun with this. Afterward, I would usually make my way to the laundry room. There I would dare myself to wait naked while my shirt was in the dryer. Sometimes I could not bring myself to go through with it, but often I did. I thought it was fairly safe. I could watch out the windows to see if anyone was coming. I thought that I might let myself get caught, if the right person came along. And I could quickly get my shirt if I thought I should. This was a very exciting game for me.

These afternoon Florida showers were usually less than an hour. So, it was rare that anyone would do their laundry when it was raining. But I did get caught a couple of times. The first time, I should have known better. When I got to the laundry room, I found that someone had clothes in one of the washing machines. I still decided to put my shirt in the dryer. Just as I did, I saw a guy running across the parking lot toward me. I panicked and went for my shirt. But if you have ever tried to untangle and put on a wet shirt, you know the trouble. I had no chance. He was at the door before I made any progress. I still struggled with the shirt but knew I was caught. Most of the door was glass, and the room was very shallow. I was only a few feet in front of him. No doubt he had seen me already. As I finally worked my head through the shirt, I realized he was leaving. A key was needed to enter, so I wondered if he had forgotten his key, or if after seeing me he thought it best to leave. I didn’t know. As soon as I was done fighting with my shirt, I ran for my apartment. One would think that would have deterred me from playing my rain game again. But I was so aroused by the experience, I could hardly wait for the next rain.

Another time I was caught, my shirt had been in the dryer for a few minutes when a car pulled up out front. I immediately grabbed my shirt and struggled into it. I had some time because the car just sat there for a while. I wondered if it was the police. Even though the small room had large uncovered windows, and the door was glass, I thought no one could see in very well in the day time, unless they were close. Now, watching this car, I thought I might be wrong. Perhaps someone in one of the apartments across the lot saw me and I was in trouble. I started working on my story as a well-dressed middle-aged man got out of the car and came up to the door. He looked through the window and knocked. I let him in, convinced I was in trouble. He realized this was the laundry room and explained that he thought it was the complex office. I told him where the office was, and he asked if he could wait inside until the rain passed. I was well aware that my shirt was still very wet. I looked like I was in the middle of a wet tee shirt contest. As he looked me over, I explained that I had come in here to dry off. He commented about how wet I was. It was clear that something was up. I stood there in just a tee shirt, still dripping wet, with none of the machines running. I thought I should excuse myself and leave, but I didn’t want him to see what apartment I went to, and as he made small talk with me, I grew more comfortable. Whatever he thought about what I was doing, he clearly enjoyed being there with me. I realized this was just the kind of encounter for which I seek. I started to relax, and even flirt. After a while I hopped up on a dryer to sit. I began to swing my legs and tried to look adorable while wondering if he could tell I wasn’t wearing panties. We continued to chat well after the rain slowed. I admitted to him that I had been out playing in the rain and went on about how much I enjoyed it. He was quite entertained. This confession gave me so much pleasure that I was debating to tell him what I was doing in the laundry room. I even wondered if I would dare to show him what I was doing in the laundry room. The tension was really building when a young couple came up to the room to do their laundry. Everything was suddenly awkward as he and I rushed out past them and said goodbye. I wondered what the couple thought was going on. A guy in a suit and girl in nothing but a wet tee shirt just hurried out of the laundry room - one headed for an apartment while the other drove off.

It was after these experiences that I was alone with Brandon in the office/apartment when the rain began. So, I put on a tee shirt and tried to get his attention as I announced I was going out to play in the rain. He noticed me in my tee shirt and smiled. I flashed him my bottom as I went out the door, but I wasn’t sure if he saw. This time I danced around just outside the apartment, hoping he would get out his camera. But no luck. After a few minutes, I went back inside and continued to push for his attention. I could hear how obvious and silly I sounded as I made statements about how wet I was, and how much fun I was having. He did watch as I pulled off my shirt and wrung it out over the kitchen sink. But he was mostly distracted with his project. So, I walked over, slammed my hands down on his desk, leaned in such to push my boobs together, and said, “I’m going to take a bath… Do you want to make a video?”

This was the first video we made together. I had a fantastic time. At one point I did think about my husband and possible divorce. This made what I was doing feel a little wrong. I learned something more about myself, as those thoughts got me so much more excited. I had no idea what I would do next, but for the moment, I felt as sexy and free as ever.

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I have included a video made up of clips from the recording we made that day, titled “I’m Dripping Wet”.