Join in Hayley’s Wet Jeans Summer
Make 2010 the great Wet Jeans Summer
Hiy guys, I thought I’d do a bit of bloggin’ since Bill is still running around making tea for builders. God knows when they’ll be finished. All I know is that he’s even grumpier than ever, so I’ve been hiding in Spain for the last few months. However I shall be back in the UK for the summer – so it better be a good one! And what do I mean by good? I mean the sort of long, hot summer where you just have to run into the sea or leap into the lake with your jeans on!
For me, nothing captures the sheer uninhibited fun of summer like getting wet in my jeans! Maybe at first you think you are just having a paddle then slowly edge deeper and deeper until suddenly you are up to your waist. Or perhaps you are in that devil-may-care mood when you just run or jump straight in fully clothed knowing how refreshing it will be. Either way when you get out you will enjoy the clammy caress of a hundred wet hands all the way up your legs and – yes – around your crotch. Mmmm…slowly it warms up in the sun and seems to tighten, teasing your pussy just as expertly as a fella’s fingers so the wet walk home becomes your own your very own sexy secret. Who needs a rabbit when you can rub yourself up the right way with a nice tight pair of wet jeans?
Of course there are down sides. wet sandy denim is probably the roughest surface known to mankind, guaranteed to take the skin off the tops of your feet especially if they are sunburnt. The simple answer, wear your shoes too! Apart from anything else when the water looks inviting who wants to wait? I don’t. Many a pair of work shoes (the three-to-four inch heeled courts I wear every day) have enjoyed an unexpected baptism this way – though not in the sea. Beach and heels is an ankle-twisting accident waiting to happen! No this is why councils gave us fountains and water features! I defy anyone who has been cooped up in an office on a hot summer’s day not to look longingly at their nearest fountain, pool or pond. Not just sploshers. Everyone! Water draws us like a magnet and all of us, ALL of us secretly want to jump right in.
And it’s not just to cool down. Getting wet is a celebration. Whether it’s Formula One winners spraying each other with champagne or exuberant fans jumping in the fountains at Trafalgar Square (when they let us), getting soaked is the best way to show how happy you are. Mark my words, if England win the World Cup, there won’t be an inch of wet space to play in anywhere in the country. And I’ll be right in there with them!
Of course, England winning is a big ask, so let’s not take any chances…
As soon as it gets even halfway warm, get out and get wet!
Sod the recession, forget the government and their cutbacks – they can’t stop us soaking ourselves!
It’s free, it’s fun and it’s fucking horny!
So I say let’s make 2010 the Wet Jeans Summer. The year Britain people showed they’re not afraid of of letting go and having fun by drenching their denim.
Go on – go for a wade, jump in a lake or simply pour a bucket of water over your head and show the world it can’t get us down! Then send us some pictures for the forum…
And, of course, if England do win…save a place in the fountain for me!
Hayley xx x
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