Tracy dried the sweat off her forehead with the palm of her hand. It was really hot this Saturday, especially to be only mid-June, and the pavement felt like it was burning under her bare feet. She regretted not wearing shoes - as much as she loved going barefoot, she didn't want to get burns. Then she came to think of the large fountain in the park at the stadium - perhaps she could cool off her feet there? Although the stadium itself was closed for repairs, she knew that the park was still open. There were seldom many people there though.
When she got to the stadium, she walked-ran towards the park, and felt the relief when she got off the hot pavement and onto the grass. She walked over to the fountain, sat down at the edge and felt the water - it was lovely cool. She put her feet into the water, which was quite deep, and noticed that the lower part of her jeans got wet, even though she wore them rolled halfway up her ankles. The denim turned into a darker shade of blue, and the feeling was lovely. She decided to stand up and wade a bit. The water was almost knee-deep, and so her jeans got even more wet. Then she realised how hot it was to stand in the baking sun wearing baggy jeans and a heavy sweatshirt. She was getting really sweaty. A wild idea suddenly chased through her head - she could cool off by standing underneath one of the three large sprays in the fountain. Feeling extremely naughty at first, she remembered the kids she had seen splashing around underneath the sprays fully clothed on hot days before. "What the hell, if some ten-year olds can do it, why shouldn't I be able to do it too, even if I'm eighteen?" she thought. "Besides, there's no one here but me, and my clothes will dry quickly in this heat."
The naughtyness gave way to excitement as she got nearer the sprays, and water started to hit her. Then she got under the spray, immediately getting completely soaked. She stood there for a while, really enjoying the complete soaking, and then got out. She looked down at her soaking wet clothes - her jeans had turned into a lovely darkish-blue colour, and the sweatshirt, now having gotten even heavier, was clinging to her body, her large breats almost visible through the fabric. The feeling of the wet fabric against her body was really great too, and she wanted to go back under the sprays.
Then another thought started chasing through her head - the central part of the fountain was sort of a deep pool, what is she went swimming, now that her clothes was wet anyway? She decided to give it a try.
Wading towards the centre part of the fountain, she felt that it was getting deeper, and the excitement of the cool water creeping up her body made her really turned on. A couple of metres further she was out of her depth and broke into a swim. Panicking slightly at first when the weight of her clothes started pulling her down in the water, she soon managed to keep afloat. It felt really great to swim fully-clothed, and she enjoyed every bit of the experience.
After climbing out of the fountain, Tracy just stood on the edge for a while, enjoying the feeling of her soaking wet clothes, before she started walking home. She was still quite turned on, and she knew that this wasn´t going to be the last time she´d get wet fully dressed.
"I suppose it was a good thing I wasn´t wearing any shoes anyway," she thought to herself, "since if I hadn´t been afraid of burning my feet, I wouldn´t have got into the fountain in the first time, and then I would never have discovered this great feeling."