Girls Camel Toe

I gave my parents a final wave before their car disappeared around the corner. They were finally gone! A week in the country visiting dusty relatives gave me a long list of additional chores to perform around the house, all written up in note form and stuck to the fridge by plastic monkeys. Vacuum. Dust. Feed birds. Water plants. Remember to use rain water (there’s enough there for the week) for cactus. It was just after nine in the morning and the sun was out. Only one thing needed immediate doing, and I had already planned my own way of doing it!

I ran up the stairs into my room and almost shut the door before remembering I was all alone. My heart was beating fast as I pulled off my dress and threw it on the bed, grabbing a second set of clothes from the cupboard. Watching myself in the mirror I slowly pulled on a pair of blue jeans, feeling them slide over my legs and become snug around my bottom and crotch. I admired their fit for a few moments, allowing myself to become aroused by the look and feel of the jeans. I could hardly wait! I gently rubbed my bottom and slid my hands around the front, sliding them down between my thighs, feeling the soft denim push against my crotch. I smiled and went back downstairs, and out into the backyard where the pool was waiting to be cleaned.

Taking the net out of the toolshed I found myself shaking with excitement. The urge was so powerful and it felt wonderful, and I started to rub my crotch again with one hand as I stepped onto the edge of the pool. The blue water seemed to call to me, and I felt drawn to it, to the brilliant, sparkling aqua deepness.

Slowly, I lowered a leg into the water. The way it rose up around my toes, foot and ankle felt so nice, and my heart beat faster as the hem of my jeans touched the water. Instantly the denim became dark as the water soaked into it, and as my foot steadied on the step I had to stop my hands-on activities. I was getting excited a little too soon, I thought. Nevertheless, now that one ankle was submerged I couldn’t resist the water and I splashed in, the water riding high up the back of my legs, up between my thighs, splashing my bottom and crotch. The cool water was a shock as it soaked through my jeans, making them cling tightly to my body. The wet denim felt so erotic against my crotch and I couldn’t wait any longer. With a little surge I stepped into the pool proper and submerged myself, feel-ing the water surge over me and my hair spread around my head. I stood up, water cascading down my upper body and felt the sun warm against my face. I looked down and saw the wavering dark lines that were my jean-clad legs, and as I moved the jeans seemed to resist. I walked back to the steps and up and out of the pool, looking down at my jeans the entire way. They looked so sexy, glistening in the sun and the way they plastered themselves to me made me feel so sexy. Water was streaming out of the hems and pooling around my heel, and I saw how the jeans lost their shine from the knees up as the water ran out. I was so turned on I was sure I would burst, and I ran to the grassed area of the yard and fell onto my knees, water squeezing loudly out of the wet jeans as my legs bent. With both hands I started to rub myself, squeezing the wet denim against my crotch and feeling the water run over my fingers. Falling backwards onto the soft grass I continued making love to my wet jeans and soon everything exploded with pure pleasure.

Now I’d really better clean the pool, I thought as I lay there, slowly catching my breath again.