White T-Shirt

As we stop by the beach, we get out and I'm told the first set here will be a 'wet t-shirt' event. I'm handed a white T-shirt, made of a thin fabric, along with a white G-string. I put them both on, and then the female photographer tells, me too, "Head out into the water until the water is just above your thighs, and the rest touch your cunt.

I pause, before making my way to the water. I step in and feel how cool it is on my skin. I can feel the spray already leading on my legs. The thin fabric they gave me is already becoming damp, as I step further out into the sea. The thin fabric had been tight before, and the coldness of the water makes it stick even tighter to me. When coupled with the thinness of the fabric, the cloth quickly becomes translucent.

I stop as the ways started to lick at my clit, what had felt cool on my feet felt cold, almost freeing, as it splashed about my body. I turned to face land, my clothes already wet, becoming saturated quickly from the seawater. I posed for several shots, before changing the pose. At least once I had to keep myself from flinching, as the water created, touching my shaved clit in the process.

I posed for several minutes at the height, as the outfit drew drenched, Goosebumps made the already thin fabric even tighter and more pronounced.

Just then she surprised me by saying, "OK, now pull off the g-string for me, please. I did do that, feeling the water that much closer than before, as now I licked any fabric between its currents and my skin. It did not take long before they wanted me to remove my top next, and I complied.

More photos were taken, and it was not long before the pair told me to go further out to sea. I watched as several individuals arrived nearby, watching as I posed. I didn't mind, though I did find the water rather chilly as I moved deeper until my nipples felt the water lap against my skin.

After what felt like a lot more than a few minutes, I was allowed to come back to land. I was told to put back on the two pieces of thin white fabric, both laden with water. They felt happily chilly as I put them on, and stood by the sea. It would look stunning, given how they cling to me and how little they keep people from seeing through them.

It was not long before I was told to shed the fabric all over again. By now, news of my photoshoot section must have spread, as more were watching and taking photos as I stood on the sandy beach, naked.

I loved the exposure to them at least, but it quickly drew to a close soon they had the photos they wanted and it was time to move on.

As I moved to get back into the van, I was told we will be having a photo session inside before calling it a night. I nod, and blow a kiss to the crowd, before getting in the van. Soon, we were off once more.