by Poliut
This is my first time attempting to write a wetlook "scene" - I'm more familar writing stories/scenes where things go "boom" and people go "bang bang bang" - but I felt inspired to write anyway.
The night was beautiful, there were plenty of stars visible in the sky, and there was just enough artificial lighting to give the surrounding scenery a warm glow. Melissa Walden enjoyed such moments, as the lighting made her feel special, but the stars were there to remind her that there was much more out there than her. She shared a glassed-in area with a swimming pool, the place itself an extension to the villa where she was spending her vacation. The pool itself was 100 yards long and 65 yards wide - wider than an American football field but shorter than a Canadian one. Swimming sounded like a tempting idea for her - it was a hobby that grew into a scholarship at Penn State University - and she could turn a leisurely paddle into a full-fledged workout if she wanted. Of course a red blouse, blue jeans, and black stilettos were far from standard swimming attire. She swam in casual clothing before - for various reasons - so it was nothing new to her. And as a result, she trotted up to the edge of the pool. The blue-eyed beauty pushed back her jet-black hair before diving in, just as if she were in a swim meet. As she penetrated into the water, the water penetrated her. Water filled the spaces of air in her clothes. As her clothes quickly absorbed all the water they could, she rolled over with her face to the stars. Rising with the air pockets that were leaving her stilettos, Walden soon surfaced and took a deep breath floating on her back. Now she had the relaxing moment of stargazing in a swimming pool in drenched clothes. She found it fun actually. Standard swimwear usually didn't carry the same feeling in the pool, not to mention she found it rewarding training with the handicaps of standard clothing. She thought it helped, actually, although returning to swimwear after clothing usually had her feeling a little "naked" for the first few moments. But for now she was enjoying this calm moment.
She was making minor movements, feeling the waves diminish as they landed on her now-translucent blouse, allowing for the contrast of black lingerie to become externally visible. Her jeans weren't going translucent, they just became a darker shade of blue. Beyond that, the tips of her stilettos would roll off any water if she moved the front of her feet outside of the water - the only water that was holding was the amount that the inside cavity could hold, claiming the space not taken by her feet. The water itself wasn't cold, but it wasn't warm either, more of the medium point which she found ideal.
Walden eventually began making a few strokes, moving along on her back. Gliding across the pool, she remained fixated on the stars above but still tried to remain aware of how much free space she had left. She could feel the water-filled denim clinging to her legs each time a portion rose above the water. She was using mostly her arms, but periodically she would bend her legs just slightly, keeping them in a compressed but synchronized motion with her arms. It was easy to tell, as the weight increased outside the buoyancy of the water. The same effect was also present in her arms, but not as much, as the blouse was a lot lighter than the jeans. Before long, she swung her legs below her and soon she was standing upright in the pool. She casually swam around the pool, doing a very light breastroke before raising it to a moderate one. Eventually she swung her legs in front of her and began swimming backwards a bit more before rolling herself with her back to the stars and advancing towards the ladder. As she climbed out, she felt the excess water roll down from her blouse, and either onto or inside her jeans, where it would stream down and drip off onto either the skin on her foot, the leather on the shoe, the water in the pool, or the concrete surrounding the pool. She walked back towards her original diving point, this time doing a brief and quick stretch. Following that, she took a deep breath and dove in again.
This time, however, she was frantically swimming to the other edge of pool, swimming freestyle, as if she was in a competition against the clock and against several other swimmers. Even though she wasn't timing herself, she still moved as quickly as she could, swimming like an experienced athlete from one end to the other. It wasn't long before the reached the pool wall. Grabbing the ledge, she positioned her feet on the wall before thrusting herself off in the opposite direction. It was a little different doing it in stilettos, however. Once she reached the other side of the pool, it was the same thing, grab the ledge, position the feet, and thrust off in the opposite direction. The whole time she could feel the clothes slow her down, but it was something she was quite used to, having done it before. Walden kept advancing back to the other side as quickly as she could. After a few more times back and forth across the pool, she decided to call that a workout. She swam to another ladder and climbed out, with the excess water rolling off as it did before. She enjoyed the swim, both during the casual dip and the intense workout.
... hopefully that wasn't too bad - I wanted to emphasize the wet clothing a bit without getting too repetitive. If it started to sound a bit "hurried" at the end, it's getting a bit late, and I wanted to do this all in one sitting. Like I said, it's my first time writing a wetlook scene - I know it could be better, but hopefully it wasn't terrible. And yes, the whole thing is entirely fictional.
by Poliut
I know, it's a generic, slap-me-with-a-good-name title, but one of these days, I (or possibly someone else) can replace these placeholder titles with something more marketable - titles are more marketing than anything else. The other two wetlook stories/scenes are here on this forum, topics 39019 and 38928.
The weather was ideal for a video shoot. There were a couple of minor clouds in the sky, and while the temperature was a little warm, the extra heat would come in useful. As the film and photography crew finished setting up their equipment, Angela Eichmann finished the final segments of her warmup routine, artfully nailing away a rapid sequence of notes on her trumpet. She was all set - the trumpet was fine and she would have little problem with difficult sections of music. She was a little nervous about this as this was her first time shooting a video like this. Sure, she shot a couple of videos before, but none of them involved her getting wet, much less in something in something other than a swimsuit. She was wearing a designer gown that was worth thousands for this shoot - something she normally would never consider having drenched. She tried to prepare herself for this by wading around in casual clothing, but this would be her first time getting wet while simultaneously playing an instrument. What made things even a bit more intimidating was the fact that this was essentially a live performance. Sure, there would be editing, but because once the outfit was wet, it was a little tricky to get it to dry again in the case of an undesired incident - everything essentially had to be perfect on the first attempt.
Once everyone was ready, Angela took a deep breath, closed her eyes, raised her trumpet and the three cameramen started filming. The opening moments were a slow section, so she had a chance to feel her way along the rocks. The brunette artfully played the first phrase of notes as she advanced into the sea. While she couldn't see the water creep up her blue gown, she could feel the water tickle at her feet as it started to seep through her matching high heels. At first most of it would brush off with each step she took, but as she advanced deeper, more and more started to fill her high heels and less and less was brushed away. For now she was focused on two things - her next set of notes and her next step. The only other thing she let into her mind was the water rising up her legs. She didn't even notice the three cameramen filming her or the photographer taking stilled shots - her eyes were still closed, and she didn't hear them at all. The only other sound she heard besides her trumpet was a neaby waterfall, which wasn't that loud at all.
She continued on until she was waist deep, where she stopped and streamed along a series of separated sixteenth notes. It wasn't too difficult for a player of her caliber, but standing instead of moving did make the sequence a bit easier to play, especially on tricky terrain such as the rocks she was standing on. Once the segment was finished, she posed for the photographer - this was something that could be used as a cover photo later on. With the first portion finished, the rest wouldn't be too bad - she was easing into the shoot more and more as it went on. Soon, she found herself swimming and playing, kicking her legs to the beat to keep herself andher trumpet afloat. It was a little tricky, but not as tricky as she thought it would be. She could she the grins of the cameramen - they were clearly getting good shots. The great thing about this was that she wasn't limited to a slow tempo, and now she could begin the build to the very difficult segments that would arrive near the end of the song. The resistance put up by the drenched gown wasn't much of a problem, as the lower portions were more or less waving around freely. She stopped to a full tread when she started playing the simplified variant of the melody that would begin the final segment. One of the cameramen now had another great and easy angle of her moving fingers as they pressed and depressed each valve. However, the first significantly difficult segment came a couple of minutes later, when she was floating on her back. Now she could feel the gown cling to her legs, as they were partially out of water for the first time. She actually enjoyed the feeling, as it felt like an added layer of skin to her. Also, she could feel some of the sapphires that studded the upper seams of the gown - thanks to the fabric's increased weight and desire to cling to her body a bit more. Just as amazing were the rapid succession of notes that were being projected out of her trumpet - the speed and separation of each note was something special.
Once that segment was finished, they decided to a segment at the waterfall. As she rose out of the water, it was like an awkward yet awesome feeling of having the water run down her gown and skin, all while being at a gradual pace. Eventually, the water started to brush off her high heels again, only this time it was the inverse of what happened before. Once they were out, they traveled to the waterfall. The idea was that Angela would play a few phrases behind the waterfall before moving up underneath it. The waterfall wasn't loud enough to drown her notes out, and it wasn't heavy enough to crush her if she walked underneath it - in other words, it was ideal for a shoot. She played a melodic phrase at first before slowly building up into a technical phrase. As she was nearing the climax of the phrase, she lowered her trumpet, covered the mouthpiece with her thumb, and proceeded under the waterfall. Without missing a beat, she played the following phrase, with water surrounding her as it fell from above. They had to be getting great shots, but she was focusing on her music, as she effortlessly played the climactic segment that she was building during the whole part. Fortunately, she still was able to breathe, even with everything on her and around her getting wet.
It was a great feeling as the water streamed down every segment of her body and her gown once more - now she knew what it felt like to take a shower in a gown. She could see water running off her trumpet, and this was one of the few times her trumpet ever got wet - she never played outside in the rain, much less underneath a waterfall. She was enjoying the exhilarating thrill it gave her - she would have to do this again soon. Once her sequence was done, she once again modeled for the photographer - only this time she didn't have to worry about covering the mouthpiece, as any excess water could easily be drained out.
Next, she stood in knee-deep water, with her left leg leaned against a natural wall. For this part, her gown was pulled back in a way where it allowed for exposure of her raised left leg. She held that position for a few minutes as she played some of the most demanding portions, complete with quadruple-tonguing a 30-second section that really tested her range. She made even that segment appear simple and effortless, proving that she was one of the best, a genuine professional. Once that was finished, there was one more segment to go, and that would be with her sitting on a rock. First, she went into deeper water and soaked herself once more - she wanted to still be dripping during that segment, as she now would be completely out of water.
Following her quick resoaking, she proceeded to the rock where she would be playing the final portions of her piece. They had her sit in a pose that looked both inviting and seductive, and the water dripping off her gown added to that image. Even then, it still was able to stay classy and professional. This was actually a segment that began with difficult passages and eased its way into the conclusion. Afterwards, Angela admitted to herself that the shoot was one of the best shoots she had done in a long time, not to mention the shoot helped give her a new hobby.
This was a faint idea that popped into my head after listening to a trumpet feature on the Internet. I thought about adding dialog, but I thought it would have interrupted the flow of things, so I left it out. I hope it doesn't seem too rushed, forced, or busy - I know a lot goes on and it does happen pretty quickly.
I had another idea, but this last second idea beat it out. Maybe I'll still write that one...
by Poliut
This was an idea that I had shelved in favor of the trumpet player, but after a week of political stories and wetlook photos, I figured I may as well get it out of my system. Or into my system. Or whichever. Other stories: 39103, 39019, and 38928
Home. The one place where Nicole Warfield was relieved to be in. She leaned back on the front door, slamming it shut, much in the same manner that she shut the rest of the world out of her mind. The 38 year-old United States Senator had a few days to unwind from the Washington Political Machine. She didn't want any calls from constituents, lobbyists, special interests groups, or other Senators, so the Democrat from Tennesee silenced all the phones in the house. With that accomplished, she traveled to the bathroom and glanced at mirror. While she was still the good looking politician, the stress and exhaust were having their effect. Soon, a shower or bath didn't sound like a bad idea - she could certainly clean herself up and wash away the political dirt she felt lingering on her. She grabbed a towel and washcloth from a nearby cabinet in another room and returned to the bathroom.
She started the water, and ran her hand through the stream, making sure it wasn't cold or too hot. She started to grab the back of her metal-spiked stilettos to slide them off, but then decided against it. Her clothes were dirty laundry - she may as well wash the politics out of her clothes as well as the rest of her body. She stepped in, left leg first, and directed the shower nozzle at a spot right above the ankles, spraying the bare skin of her lower leg and working her way down to the front of her shoe. When that was satisfyingly soaked, she placed her right leg in and repeated the process.
She moved up to her skirt, carefully watering every inch from the bottom up. It was more enjoyable working up than working down - the runoff would speed the process up far too quickly if she worked down. Also, she enjoyed the feeling of gradualism as opposed to instantaneanism, as it lasted much longer and provided a lingering impression. Her skirt and underwear were completely soaked in minutes instead of seconds, and she considered that to be much more rewarding. She continued to her blouse, and within moments it was more transparent than opaque, and she could identify the little details of her lingerie underneath her blouse. The change of properties that occured with clothing as it went from a dry state to a wet state was something that she found amusing, even with her current stage of life. There was the change of appearance, the change of texture, and the change of elasticity - and that was only the physical connections. There were symbolic connections, but for now she focused on the physicalities.
Once she was completely soaked, she plugged the drain and allowed the water to rise. As it rose, she sat down and reclined a little. The enveloping warmth of the rising water provided a welcomed feeling of relaxation. She let out a slight grin - she could get lost as she absorbed everything this moment had to offer. She felt the water rise over her skirt, and before long she turned off the water. Reclining again, she let her mind wander. It was primarily limited to what was before her, yet there still was lots of room for her mind to wander about. Occasionally she would observe the water roll off of her shoes when they would break the surface of the water. She would also splash some water on her breasts, enjoying the sight of the minor waves crash against the two mounds.
Nicole found this as a great way to unwind - much better than she thought it would be. Normally, when her clothes got wet, she was looking to get out of them as fast as she could; however, this time she actually found it pleasant - and a bit deviant. She felt as if she shouldn't be doing deviant acts of behavior - she considered herself too old and in the wrong profession for deviancy - yet she still found it enjoyable. Also, she found herself increasingly relaxed as opposed to exhaustion she felt earlier.
Eventually, she decided it was time to clean herself up - she lathered the washcloth with soap and began soaping herself, this time starting with her blouse. She worked the sleeves and eventually worked her way to the middle. Once the entire blouse was soaped, she unbuttoned the blouse to scrub her underwear as well as her bare skin. She then pulled the plug and stood up to soap down everything below the waist. While the water drained, she scrubbed her skirt, starting with the outside and then concluding with the inside. She followed up by scrubbing her thighs and moved up to her underwear, where she could feel the erotic sensations she was giving herself. It started as an incidental act, but it slowly grew into something intentional, if only briefly. She scrubbed her legs and then her shoes, leaving her all soaped up.
Now that she was soaped up, it was time to spray down. She started at the top and proceeded down, enjoying the feeling of water streaming down her body. She carefully sprayed down every inch of clothing and every inch of her body, removing all the soap - and metaphoric dirt - off of her. Minutes later, the soap was gone and she stood there, totally drenched, totally dripping. She felt different too - much better than before. She was now relaxed, relieved, and even a little energetic. She rebuttoned her blouse, faced the mirror.
She noticed the change in appearance, and admired what that change indicated. The soaked clothes revealed the real her, as they hid nothing, and clung to the true individual, instead of the public persona she presented to the world. Those clothes hid much and clung very little, if at all. The deviant behavior provided a confidence boost, as now she knew she could break free of the externally introduced norms that were internally enforced.
Shower scenes were a bit more awkward to write than I thought - they're definitely a lot tougher than swimming scenes. Unlike the swimming scenes which took maybe an hour or so, this thing took me all day. It was a learning experience, so hopefully I grew a little further as a writer. Like it? Don't like it? Could have been better? Should have stuck with swimming?
by Poliut
Ashley Kania finished up her warmup routine with some final leg stretches. The weather was great - it was a little warm, but nothing to seriously complain about. The fact that there were few clouds in the sky was something to be thankful for as well. For her, it was a great day for some running. She adjusted her blue and white Under Armour Momentum short sleeved shirt, swung her arms across her body and stepped into a 2-point stance.
After a deep breath, she began her first run in her blue Under Armour Apparition running shoes. She had great form, something that she developed over a period of several years. Although she wasn't running at an intense pace, she soon worked herself into a sweat thanks to the warm weather. While she was training for distance and endurance, she placed emphasis on speed as well - she wanted to run a long distance in a short amount of time for a long time.
She jogged on various side streets that usually had little to no traffic, and while she often had the whole street to herself, she normally stuck to the oncoming half. During the run, she enjoyed the nice feeling of running underneath a large tree, and the soothing chill provided by the shade and the sweat. It was a welcomed change of feeling from the beating sun overhead.
At the end of her long run, she stopped near a medium-sized pond. She was hot, slightly sore, and a bit out of breath. The thought of a swim in the pond didn't sound like a bad idea, the more she stared at the pond, the more considered swimming in it. She placed her hands on her waist, and dug her thumbs inside her blue Under Armour Finesse shorts, with the soreness demanding more attention. She walked over to the edge of the pond, squatted over, and reacher her hands to feel the water. It was a little cool, but after a workout, she thought it shouldn't be too bad. She decided to splash some on her face, refreshing herself a little.
Before long, she quickly stepped in and lunged forward, wasting no time getting herself and her clothes completely wet. She was in a completely different environment and state of mind. Instead of being active in a warm environment, she was passive in a cool one. She rolled to her back and calmly floated on the surface of the water, drifting in a random direction. The cool water on her sore self had a lazying effect, and she really didn't do too much movement - she would have to do something like this a lot more often, clothed or naked.
She eventually started with a few long, gentle strokes. Nothing too intense, it was just enough to get her moving along the water a bit more. Aimlessly gliding along the surface of the pond, she was enjoying this moment more and more. Before long, she started to get a little more active, rolling over and swimming from a more traditional position. This time the strokes were a smaller and more frequent, but still nothing to develop into any level of a serious workout. It was different being in water wearing clothes and shoes. It was better in some ways, worse in others, but it was mostly different.
Kania eventually paddled her way to the shore, and sat in shallow water. This was the first time she really noticed the change in her clothing, starting with the physical qualities. Under the water, clothing was much like it was dry - when it was wet and above water, that's where it adopted a new set of qualities and characteristics. Amused and fascinated by that phenomenon, she cupped a little bit of water into her hands and spashed some of it on her shirt, and her clothes glistened in the sun as a result. The effect didn't last, as the water would absorb or trickle down back into the pond. She splashed additional water on herself again, and once again, the glistening returned, and once again, the water slipped away.
Much like the water, the moment slid away as she leaned back and lifted her legs. She flexed and rotated her ankles, examining her wet shoes. She realized that wet shoes were fun. They were slightly heavier, but they felt great to her feet. She also liked how the water enhanced the appearance of her shoes - they made dry shoes look bland and dull. She kicked around a bit of water, playfully splashing it about before completely submerging them once again.
As she ran her hands over her submerged shoes, stopping to briefly sink her fingers inside her shoelaces, Kania couldn't help but be surprised at herself for finding a new interest. It was completely unplanned - she didn't think she would be having fun in a pond, much less developing a fascination for wet clothing. Then again, few interests were ever "planned" - they just happened. Regardless, this was something she was going to have to do again. Maybe not in a pond, but possibly a shower, or swimming pool.
After a few moments of splashing herself and running her hands over her wet clothes, she eventually stepped out of the water and started to return to the street, squeezing water out of the inside soles of her shoes with each step. It left more of an impression of where she was than her still drenched clothes, though each were lingering reminders of where she was, especially when she returned to her running moments later.
First, the product placement (since I specifically identified the items [and it's fun supporting businesses]):
UA Apparition
http://www.underarmour.com/shop/us/en/womens/footwear/pid1201532-Women-s-UA-Apparition/1201532-031
UA Finesse
UA Momentum
http://www.underarmour.com/shop/us/en/pid1200847-Women-s-UA-Momentum-Shortsleeve&cross_sell=true
I will admit - my pool is running a little dry. I don't know what it is, maybe it's the content (I do try to keep each one different) or the timing (some are more appropriate at certain times of the year)... Anyway, this one was more less written around the products - when I saw them in an ad, I thought to myself how that would look on someone when wet. Hopefully it's still an enjoyable read, even if it is slightly overdone.
Poliut
I know, I should probably start coming up with titles to these things, but I guess I'm more into "writing" than "marketing" right now. Others - posts 38928, 39019, 39103, 39135, 39491. This and the others are totally fictional. This one does contain very brief nudity BTW.
Reena McGavran shut down her PC and checked the clock. It was still early in the evening, though the pool had closed hours before and everyone had already left for the night. Today was the day when the pool closed early, even though it made little difference to Reena's personal work schedule – she constantly found herself showing up and leaving in the dark. One of the perks of owning and operating a public swimming pool was the fact that she often had the pool to herself following long work hours, a great way to relax and unwind after some occasionally long hours.
She grabbed her bag carrying a change of clothes and headed out the door. In the bag was a white T-Shirt, a pair of blue jean shorts, socks, and tennis shoes; notably different from the white blouse, and the navy blue skirt, jacket and high heeled shoes she currently wore. As she left her office, she stopped at the large room where the pool itself was in and turned on the lights. She hung her bag on a nearby wall and proceeded to the ladder leading into the pool. She slowly dipped her left foot into the water, and it quickly filled her shoe. Once it was completely wet and filled, she pulled it back out, popped her heel out of her shoe, and drained the water out as she dangled her shoe. Eventually she slid back into her shoe, and entered both feet into the pool, enjoying the rush the flowing water provided. As she descended down the ladder, she dipped the edge of her skirt into the water, noting the differences between where it was dry and where it was freshly dipped. She repeated the process, getting deeper with each dip, before her underwear started to absorb water just like her skirt.
Eventually she stood in the pool, with the water fairly up her blouse and jacket. Reena pressed her wet hands on a dry section of her jacket, leaving a wet hand print that provided some level of fascination to her. She then cupped some of the water in her hands and began dumping it on her blouse, all while enjoying the feeling and appearance of her wet clothes.
Once they were satisfyingly wet, Reena thrust herself forward and casually started swimming around in the pool. She wasn't moving fast enough to where the drag from her clothes were much of an issue, and even then, she still enjoyed how it felt to swim with layers of clothes on. In fact, she often preferred it over swimming relatively naked. There was a certain something that made it amazing – she couldn't explain it, and to a smaller degree, she didn't know if she even wanted to. The interaction between the clothes and the water and the effect that interaction had on the individual was something that she found truly spectacular.
As she reached the pool wall, she stopped and brought her legs under her to stand upright. Upon standing upright, she removed her jacket, placed it on the ledge, and examined the unobstructed view of her soaked blouse that clearly distinguished her wet white underwear that rested underneath. She ran her hands down her blouse, feeling and enjoying the wet fabric as it tightly hugged her body. After a brief moment of enjoying her wet blouse, Reena started swimming towards a deeper end of the pool. Once she knew she was deep enough, she took a deep breath and went underwater.
After a slight moment underwater, Reena started to unbutton her blouse. Once unbuttoned, she wiggled her arms out of the sleeves, and soon the blouse started to drift freely in the water. Seconds after that, she kicked off her high heeled shoes and slid her skirt off before removing her underwear. Now she was totally naked in the pool while her clothes drifted along. She resurfaced for air and then swam towards the ladder where she entered.
Even though she brought the change of clothes as something to wear after swimming, she decided to go ahead and get them wet as well. It would mean a change of plans, but she had no problem with that anyway. As she emerged from the pool, she walked over and grabbed the pair of socks, and upon wearing them, they immediately were soaked. However, unlike anything from her previous outfit, they were getting wet from the inside out. She put on her jeans and T-Shirt with much the same effect. Following that, she stepped into her tennis shoes and returned to the pool. This time she more or less hopped in, entering quickly – much different from her previous entry of a slow descent.
Now that she was back in the pool, she playfully moved the water about, sending ripples and waves across the otherwise still surface. She started by moving them outward and she gradually adjusted her movements to bring them inward culminating with her splashing herself, ensuring that her T-Shirt was as soaked as it could be. Once her shirt was soaked to the skin, she ran her hands down her shirt, starting with her neck and working her way down to her breasts before breaking away once her hands penetrated the water's surface.
She then leaned forward and proceeded to swim once again, only now she was splashing the water around with each vertical kick, something she wasn't doing before. Vertical kicks felt different in shoes due to the natural buffer they provided when colliding with the water's surface. She continued swimming on like this for a good segment of the pool's length before stopping once again.
Now standing, Reena crouched to dip her hair in the water for a brief second before looking around the area. She spotted her jacket still sitting outside the pool, which prompted her to retrieve the damp piece of clothing. She swam towards a ladder and started to climb out. As she climbed out, she enjoyed the lovely sight of the water dripping and streaming off her. Some of it went back into the pool, some of it fell out, and the rest trickled down her legs and into her socks and shoes. Once she was out, she looked at her wet clothed self. Her T-Shirt nicely displayed her features, and her jeans carried a darker shade, and each movement inside her shoes led to the feeling of moving water. She went and grabbed her jacket, and when she stared back at the pool to see the rest of her other outfit still inside, she decided to toss her jacket into the pool.
She removed her shoes and dove back into the pool. She swam to her blouse, and once she grabbed it, she pulled off her T-Shirt and began putting her blouse back on. As she did so, she swam to her skirt, using her legs to propel her on while holding her T-Shirt in one hand and buttoning her blouse with the other. Once her blouse was fully buttoned, she then removed her jeans and slid into her skirt. Reena then advanced closer to the edge of the pool where her tennis shoes were and tossed her jeans and T-Shirt towards them. She removed her socks and did the same before swimming to her high heels. After that she swam to her jacket and quickly slipped that on. All that was left was her underwear, and she didn't feel like wearing that anyway, as evidenced by the fact that she was already wearing everything else. She grabbed her underwear and tossed them along with the rest of her casual outfit.
With her fun the pool essentially finished for now, she went to the ladder and climbed out. Again, she enjoyed seeing the water just slide off her as she proceeded out. The water continued to drip off of her as she walked towards the empty bag that held her clothes. Reena grabbed the bag, proceeded to her spare set of clothes, and filled the bag with the clothes. For a second, Reena considered draining the water out of her high heels, but then reconsidered – she enjoyed having the water in them too much for that.
I say it's my longest because it took up nearly two pages in the word processing program I was using (OpenOffice.org 3.0 Writer). If it isn't, well, I suppose you could consider it two stories montaged together.