There is just something about a wet t-shirt…the way it clings to the skin, slipping over every curve and bump; pieces just lightly touching the curves, just enough to see all the shadows and marks of the skin. One can imagine how it feels to touch, to slide your hand along and up.  Why take it off when it’s almost like wearing nothing at all? Almost.

I saw a wet t-shirt contest once.  Well, it wasn’t really a contest.  This place was more of a club than a bar.  Everyone was friends.  Most had probably had sex with most everyone else.  The contestants were there more for show and they all got a prize just for participating.