by Wet Satin
"Hey Kathy, do you want to dance?" asked Earl. I secretly rolled my eyes inside my mind and added a bit of a laugh, "No thanks Earl, I am really tired and I think I will head back to my hotel." He turned away, head hung low and tail between his legs, I know he'd always liked me and he was an ok guy in school but I simply wasn't in the mood but then again, perhaps. I called out, he turned, his eyes lit up and he ran back like a lost puppy, in all honesty dancing with earl was the highlight of my 25th year class reunion. The blue gown I'd bought a few years back and was waiting for the right occasion to wear, this was not it, most everyone was in slacks and shorts on the hot Las Vegas night but the way the gown rustled and swayed about my ankles was heavenly to say the least. Earl was a grand dancer and had that gown swinging and swirling so beautifully, it was sad when suddenly the evening ended and we all went our separate ways, I gave Earl a kiss before I left, I think I may have made his life!
I felt quite out of place in that gown walking down the Strip, the voluminous skirts brushing folks as they passed me and my loooong red hair carressing my lower back in the breeze, the gown even picking up a hint of wetness from the puddles on the sidewalk from the early evening rain shower that I missed while sitting for a class reunion photo, I stepped in every puddle but was still miffed about that picture taking so long, I needed a drink. I stepped off the street into the first bar I saw.
The first thing I noticed was the high humidity, so moist and inviting, like a pool but I could not see even a hint of water, I made my way around and found a seat at the empty bar. The barkeep strolled over, "Please give me a double shot of bourbon in just a bit of 7-up.", he sensed my urgency and obliged quickly, I slammed it down, instantly feeling the lack of food in my system. I was tipsy and I'd only been there 3 minutes.
"Nice gown maam, what is the occasion?" First of all at 41 years old I hardly consider myself a "maam" but I bit my lip, "I have a bit of dirt on my skirt, I was looking for a pool to jump into." I said smartly. "Well then perhaps you'd like to have a seat at the pool bar..." he said with a huge smile, "...right through the doors over there.". I blinked emptily, "Huh?" was all I could muster. "The pool bar, go and see it maam, it is quite the novelty." "You are serious aren't you?" He came around the bar and took my hand, leading me over to the doors and pushing them open for me, the rush of moist air hit me and there before me was a pool surrounded by lush plants and planters, tables and stools, along one side of the pool was a bar, built into the pool so folks could sit IN the pool and be served and out in the middle was another bar, in the middle of the pool. I was simply amazed! For an instant it seemed all eyes were on me. I could see that there were 3 couples sitting at the bar in swim suits, 3 men in swim suits at the bar in the middle and one couple, him in a pair of jeans and her in a floral print dress, were sitting on the edge with their legs in the water. Now I realize it is more than an instant, the guys at the bar in the middle are staring as are a few of the others, I stood out quite oddly at the pool bar in a long flowing blue shimmering gown, I however felt like I belonged there.
I could feel that short drink permeating my brain, I walked slowly into the bar, the doors closing behind me, quite purposly I moved to the edge of the pool,,,,without hesitation I stepped down into the water, my heels clicking on the first step and my gown kissing the water. I was in my element now as I felt the water to my calf and could see my skirts floating upon the water, the next step had me to my knees and the gown began to follow me deep into the water, it was now sinking all around me as I was to my thighs and on the flat of the bottom, as I moved the water aroused me as it kissed me between my legs and rose to my waist. The slope towards the bar was long and slow as I moved effortlessly through the very warm pool, my glorious gown flowing so beautifully around me, much like the way it felt as I danced with Earl earlier. A nice man moved out and met me, offering his hand to me as I approached and led me to a seat at the water bar. I fluffed my skirts and sat, the water just caressing the bodice of this now very wet and incredible gown, I'd never thought it would look as grand as it did right now. In all my admiration of the gown and my grandest entrance I'd never noticed that everyone was watching me now AND the man leading me to my seat,,,, was Earl, I came to my sences.
"I'd have never guessed that I could see you any more beautiful that at the dance tonight, you have surpassed anything I could have imagined Kathy!" I blushed now, like I had been caught doing something improper. Looking around I could see that folks were chatting and watching me, the young lady in the floral print dress was now wading in the pool and trying to drag her man in. In no time Earl and I were laughing about days past, times forgotten and events in our lives not thought about for years. I kept fingering the folds of my rich gown and it looked so very grand as it swirled in the water, Both of us were quite tipsy now, the water as intoxicating as the liquor. He asked me to dance again, by now the men at the bar were gone but the lady in the dress was still there having drug her man into the pool kicking. I saw a couple of ladies arrive dressed in very nice formals but I did not see them now. Earl had his hands on my waist and was swirling me gently in the warmth of the pool, He looked quite handsome in his swimsuit, much better than at the dance, or perhaps it was the liquor again. The bartender offered us one last drink from his bar as it was closing, he had a toast and drank a nice tequila shot as the bartender waded off. I spyed the ladies across the pool, both of them moving into the pool in their long dresses, holding hands, probably just fuax married, it was very pretty. I watched them as we danced again, oh god I was so horny I thought as I noticed Earl pressing against me, he was as hard as a rock. I looked up at him, he turned away, obviously embarrassed!! I saw the ladies kissing now and realized that everyone was gone, their passion for one an other beautiful to watch. I let Earl loose and sat with my back against the bar sipping my flat drink , Earl moved close, I grabbed his waist and pulled him in for a long wet kiss, our tounges entwined as I ran my hands over his impressive length, I could feel his swimsuit tight as I slid my hand in and freed his cock into the folds of my gown. I stroked it slowly, my mind going back, remembering the first time I experienced the deafening silence under the ripples of water above, I found myself slowly slipping under the water, my glowing red hair following me under as the sounds of the outside world fade and I am left with only the sound of my heartbeat, I open my mouth and feel Earls beautiful length slide between my lips and fill my mouth with his manly taste. I pleasure him as long as I dare and break the surface, he smiles eagerly as he brushes my hair from my eyes, I smile back as I stroke his length with one hand and pull open my satiny skirts with the other, I pulled Earl closer and felt him between my legs, his eyes now bugged out with terror as I pulled him in and felt his hardness against me. I put my hands on his waist and pulled him into me, it felt awesome as his length slid into me so smooth, it felt natural to me anyway knowing of my inability to have kids, I whispered this to him as I pulled him deeper into my depths with that gown dipping and bobbing in the water now. It was just a few minutes when I felt Earl pulse and pump his lust into my body, me dressed in that incredible blue gown!! I saw over his shoulder those 2 ladies still locked in thier embrace as I savoured Earl softening inside me, he slipped out and pulled me close, running his hands all over that splendid gown.
"I can't wait for our 30th reunion Earl" I said as I pulled away and moved towards the edge of the pool, the gown clinging heavily as I rose to the deck of the pool and leaving a heavy wet trail as I moved to the doors. I saw the ladies in thier fine gowns, one was laying back on a seat the other was under the water, I could see her long hair and glimmering gown floating about and swirling, how very pretty I thought. I gave Earl a long look and headed out into the lobby and onto the Strip, my new blue gown leaving puddles were the others had dried up.
by Wet Satin
I don't know why I still do it but I do, maybe it's the hope that I'd see something really great one day but I don't hold out any hope anymore, seems we get nothing more than the usual tourists, old ladies and old men out to our "Old fashioned Baptisms". It was the parsons idea from a few years back and the church clings to it as it brings in quite a bit of money for the church and "serves a need" as the parson says. Our little church sits on the bank of a small river and the southern style of baptisms, a good full dunk in the river, has been around for ages, it just seems like a natural thing for us to do.
My job is to lead the folks from the bank out to the parson, after a bit of prayer and a bit of showmanship on his part he leans them back and gives them a full under the water dunking, then I lead them back to the shore where the ladies guild drys them off, gives them a cup of coffee or cocoa, collects a modest donation for our services and sends them on their way. It's been 4 years I've been at it, always imagined seeing the ladies in pretty dresses and the men in nice suits but no one wears anything nice like that, just jeans and thick shirts, I can tell that this day is not to be any different.
I came out of the church in my robe following the parson, we always make a big processional out of it with the cross and some candles, all the while the tourists snap photos and dare each other to take the plunge. Sometimes we get a visiting church group but as I mentioned, it's always quite informal. Once at the rivers edge we do some prayers and the parson, plus an assistant head into the water, I stand close by to lead out any takers. On a good Sunday we might do as many as 10 folks but today I can only see 6 cars in the parking lot and a small school bus, probably a local bible study group. One young couple with their small baby approached me and I led them out to the parson, they were both in slacks and the baby in a blanket, I stood close by as we said a prayer, a few amens then the baby had a water cross made upon her forehead, no dunks for the little ones.
As I led them back I did not notice the next group waiting on the rivers edge as the rivers bottom is rocky and perilous if you've not done this a hundred times as i have. I helped the young lady out to the arms of her attentive husband and held out my hand to the next person. The first thing I noticed was a long white silky skirt out of the corner of my eye, as I looked up to greet the hand held out to me I saw her. There was a young lady in a long white silky gown, white satin gloves and heels waiting to be led out to the parson for her baptism!! She had dark brown hair pulled up into a bun and a white bow in her hair as well. I knew I was staring so I stumbling a bit, steadied myself and held out my hand.
She took it gracefully and stepped into the water, she sliped a bit and I found her leaning against me with her arms full on my shoulder, She thanked me for not letting her fall in, like it mattered I thought, I could not help touching the soft fabric of her gown and the way it glimmered in the sunlight was simply spectacular!! I offered my hand and dutifully led her out to the parson, a bit ahead of me so I could catch a glimpse of the white frilly fabric as it sank into the water. I could feel myself becoming a bit aroused, I knew it was wrong but I could not help myself, the parson said his prayer we echoed an amen and he dipped her back fully under the water.
I felt as if I might have exploded right then but didn't, I could think of nothing more than how that young lady looked as she emerged from the water, drenched from head to toe in that white silky gown, I thought to myself that THIS is what I had been waiting for these past 4 years. She took my arm and we turned to go back to the shore, there were 3 more young ladies in white gowns waiting, waiting for me!!!
I moved very slowly as I took the next hand, watching as the first lady had stepped up the bank and off towards the church, dripping water across the grass, the next gal poked me to get my attention. Her gown was shorter, with a satin underskirt and delicate lace covering the whole dress from the sleeves down to the hem. The water kissed the hem as I led her out as well, to her wetlook fate there in the river. She was prayed for, amen'd for then dunked under as the first.
I could see the upper part of her legs and her garter straps as her skirt came up a bit in the gentle current, she caught me looking at her like that, she winked at me then I led her back to the bank. I decided I had better not do any staring, this was after all a very serious occasion.
The next lady had on a southern belle style gown with a big full skirt and lots of lace peeking out from every fold of her long dress. It was heavenly to watch her as she stepped from the bank and into the water. her skirt began to puff up as she walked in deeper, she had to stop and push her silky white skirt into the water lest she give everyone a show.
I stopped short of the parson this time so I could watch her take a few steps ahead of me and I could see the long skirt move slowly under the water. She got the same treatment, a prayer, an amen then a full dunk!!
I thought that maybe I was dreaming as she came up, the lace and fabric clung to her skin showing her curves and the sheer sleeves clinging tight to her arms. I led her back, watched her as she stepped out of the river dripping wet then took the hand of the final lady.
She wore a long white purely satin gown with long tight satin sleeves and a short train with a giant white bow on the back. As she took my hand and stepped into the embracing water she giggled,
"I've been looking forward to this for weeks now!" she said quietly, "Do you like being a part of this?".
"Yeah it's ok" I lied!
When she was dunked time seemed to stand still for me, she was layed back and put under, I could see the shiny fabric gliding under the water and she was most surely smiling the whole time. She came up with the same smile and I led her back towards the shore.
"This is my moms wedding dress, she doesnt know that I was planning to wear it today, she is going to ground me for a year when she finds out but I dont care..." she said "...I can see you like me like this, why don't you meet me by the old bridge later and we can talk."
I helped her back onto the bank and on her way, I watched intently at the sway in her hips as she walked in that clingy white satin dress, I think I came in my wet shorts as she looked back at me. There were no more takers so the parson, the assistant and I made our procession back into the church and ended our "Old Fashioned Baptisms" for the week. I could think of nothing other than those 4 ladies in their white gowns going in the river for the rest of the day.
After getting out of my wet robe and into my sunday best I bid the parson a good day and got into my car. I passed the small school bus on my way out of the parking lot and gave them a wave, then noticed that there were only 3 girls on it. I remembered the invite I got from that last gal and did a hasty u-turn back towards the old bridge.
I got there in record time. I pulled off the road and into the small parking area behind the trees. I knew this area well as it was the local make-out spot, not that I'd spent much time there, I just knew it. I sat on the log next to the waters edge, it wasnt the same river as this one was much wider but shallow with alot of muddy areas on the banks too, I sat there for about 20 minutes skipping stones.
"You skip stones quite expertly." came a voice from behind.
I turned to see that gal, still in her moms long white satin wedding dress although it appeared to be dry now.
"You got you dress nice and dry I see, don't you have other clothes to wear home?" I asked.
"Oh yes" she said, "But I like this gown so very much!" she smiled as she sat on the log next to me.
"Be honest..." she inquired "...do you really like what you do at the baptisms?"
"It's been just ok, until today." I said sheepishly.
"So you DO like it, and you liked what you saw today?"
"Oh yes and how!! I LOVED what I saw today, it made the last 4 years worth the wait to see what I saw today!" I finally admitted.
She smiled, gave me a warm hug, stood and ran towards the river, her gown flowing out in the breeze as she moved, her white heels digging into the mud when she reached the edge and her long satin skirt following behind her as she dove out into the water!!
She lay in the shallows, splashing water over her, her silky gloves getting a bit brown from the water. "Hey, come on in!" she shouted.
I could not resist such an offer so I dropped my jacket on the log, kicked off my shoes and walked towards her. She stood as I came close, it was now I could see that she was not wearing a bra and her small breasts were enticingly obvious from under her tight satin bodice, as well she was wearing nothing under her skirt either as her dark patch of hair was equally as visible from under her long skirt.
I was then aware that my own manhood was straining from under my pants, I hoped this was not as obvious to her.
"Is that a cucumber in your pocket or are you glad to see me?" she asked.
My face became instantly hot and flushed, she could see my embarassment as I quickly sat in the water next to her, she sat down as well. She rolled in the water, her satin skirt shinning in the sun as she wallowed in the gentle current. She rolled up next to me and lay on her back in the water, looking at me. Her breasts looked smooth and her nipples hard under the wet shiny satin. I thought that the fabric must be a single layer and quite thin to show so much, she caught me staring again.
"So do you have a girlfriend?"
"No." I said.
"A cute boy like you and no girlfriend? That's sad or so I think."
I told her my life story about living on the farm and working day into night, waking the next day and doing it all again, school time as well the time I gave to the church left so precious little to do much other than write. I write a lot I told her, stories and fantasies about life now and life to come.
"Ever been with a girl?" she inquired,
"how do you mean?"
I asked, suddenly realizing I'd given away the fact that I was a total virgin.
"No I've never been with a girl."
"So you've never had a blowjob then?" she asked with a wink.
"I don't even know what that is." I admitted.
"Oh you poor poor dear, well for me there's nothing I like to do more than get wet in a long dress and give a nice boy a blowjob, are you game?"
"Sure, just tell me what to do, I'm game!"
I could think of nothing else than the look of her satin dress wet and clingy on her skin as she asked me to stand for her, the fabric was fanned out behind her as she knelt in the warm mud, her hair was long and black when she let it fall from the knot on her head and it glowed in the sun almost like her wet gown.
She slowly unzipped my fly, undid my belt and produced, as from a hat, a large organ I hardly recognized as my own, I appologized for it being so big.
"I've never seen it in such a state", she just looked up into my eyes and passed her tongue over her lips. She took it full into her hand and slowly touched it up and down, it felt so very incredible, like never ever before. It jumped a bit under her touch and the sun upon it felt wonderful as well, Then she put her lips to it and gave a wet lick across the end of it with her full lips and tongue, I don't know what possesed me but I twisted my fingers into her hair and slowly pulled her farther along the length of my growing penis!!
I'd NEVER felt anything as awesome than at that moment with her kneeling in the mud between my legs wearing a long white satin gown!! I looked down again at the wet fabric layed out around her in the shallow water and the way it shimmered in the sunlight, I thought about how wonderful it felt as she was now slowly dancing her lips across my aching penis!! She was now moaning softly as she moved down, then back up my hardness, in my mind I could no longer think about what was happening, only lose myself in the intense feeling of her mouth wrapped around me so intimatly!!
I pushed her away quickly, muttering something about how wrong it was for the man to "spill his seed", she echoed back that she would not let this happen and that what we were doing was quite natural, she persisted in her gentle motions upon my penis however they were growing more ungent on both our parts. I had never felt such emotions nor had I felt anything other than the soft fabric of my moms dresses in my hand as I masterbated into them once or twice, I have to admit to myself that this was by far better. The young lady in white satin continued her plunder of this young mans innocence, kneeling there in the mud in her own mothers white wedding dress and this young mans penis deep in her mouth, moving incessantly, striving to have me do something I've never even imagined to date. I twisted my fingers into her hair again, I did not know what was happening to me, I was simply relishing in the attentions placed upon my now swelling penis, it was in fact getting bigger, She was moving her head and mouth over me faster, as if she knew what was going to happen and wanting it dearly! I honestly don't know what happened but instantly my penis was exploding into little rushes, I could feel it, as if I were masterbating but I wasn't!! I was pulsing myself into her mouth!!!!! And she was willingly allowing me to do this, as if she wanted it!!!!! My heart was now pounding in my chest as if it were to leap out and shout for joy joy joy. She let my now softening penis from her mouth and as she looked up at me I could see her give a deep gulp, then a satisfied "ahhhhhhh!", she had swallowed me. I fell into a heap in the water next to her but she got up and swam out into the water to rinse her gown. She took off the dress and waded back, wringing it as she walked, her perfect form now accented in the fading daylight.
"I must be going, give me a ride back to town?" she asked as she walked past me, dug out a towel and began to dry herself.
After we had dried and changed I drove her home and once back in mine safe and sound, wrote of the most incredible day of my life, and my first sexual experience.
by Wet Satin
I can't remeber what went through my mind when I heard the theme name of our upcoming prom, "From sea to shining sea", what the hell was that going to be about? I thought about it for weeks but soon it drifted from my mind as my thoughts turned to asking my "sorta girlfriend" to the prom.
I really liked Beverly and I knew she was a bit on the shy side, she'd
been that way since I first got to know her in the 2nd grade. I still
remember fondly the one time she made a spectacle of herself, it was at
a christmas visit to Santa at the local mall. She was so very pretty in
her red tafetta dress, the one that all moms put their little girls into
at christmas time, the one with the white stockings and black patent
leather shoes. I remember she was so very bored waiting in line but I
could not keep my eyes off of her, at that age I didn't know why. She
broke from the line and stepped up onto the malls fountain edge,
balancing precariously she strolled around the fountain singing something,
most kids stood silently watching, one blurted out "Jump in!". I had
moved close just to watch her dress shine in the light but in an instant
that seemed to last forever I watched as she stepped into the fountain
and lay back into the water. Her pretty red tafetta dress turned almost
black in color and her long blond hair floated around her face as she
layed back so far as to be underwater. That vision still graces my
thoughts of her to this day. The time had come, the appointed hour, I
asked her to the prom and she accepted.
As a guy there is little to do except rent a tux and arrange for a car for the evening. The girls though, oh the girls bustle and agonize about it for weeks! So much to do from the makeup plans, the girly get-togethers and the dress shopping, so much fuss about 6 yards of fabric. It was shortly after I had asked Beverly to the prom when I heard the rumors about our prom, the "From sea to shining sea" part was due to the fact that at each end of the new recreation center there was a pool, plus a lot of red white and blue stuff inbetween. My mind began to explore the possibilities, ways to insure that girls would wind up in the pool in their nice gowns! I envisioned small fires seemingly out of control, "Fire! Everyone jump into the pool!" no, too dangerous. A loose tiger knashing about, running wildly, surely numbers would eagerly take the plunge, no, too dangerous. A platform over the water that at the right moment would colapse and send gayly dressed prom goers into the pool, no, too dangerous. As I ran hundreds of ideas through my head the time slipped away and prom night came to be.
I waited patiently in the living room when she appeared at the top of the
stairs,
her long blue gown clinging tightly to her breasts and flowing around
her ankles so freely, she was a sight to behold and I hoped to be holdin her
later on I thought to myself as she walked down the stairs, her skirts
floating.
I was having a great time at the prom, the music was ok, Beverly was her usual shy self with but a few quick forays into a group of girls and trips to the bathroom. We danced a few dances but it seems odd that so many of my school mates would spend so much time hanging around the drinks table, I also noted to myself that 3 of the more notorious guys from our school had staked out a spot by the drinks table, I asked about it. I was informed that they were spiking the drinks of anyone that wanted, now there was an idea I hadnt thought of.
Looking around now it seemed that everyone was having a better time than when they arrived, I headed for the drinks table, got a nice big glass, gave the guys a wink and they spiked her drink nicely, I tracked down Beverly. Time passed more quickly now and both Beverly and I were having much more fun, I kept moving her towards the pools but never got her close enough to cause and "accident", just then the band stopped playing and the announcer came on.
It was time for prom king and queen and a few other announcements, it seemed that the evening was winding down. "I see it is getting late..." said the guy "... there seems to be one last thing that needs to be taken care of, it is certainly voluntary but we are going to have a wet prom dress contest!"
Suddenly the crowd went wild as did the penis in my pants. "Any takers please come up to the stage now." I turned to Beverly but she was gone, I looked around, she was nowhere to be seen.
"What the hell?" I muttered when I saw her first up on the stage. Within a few minutes there were 8 gals on stage who were ready and willing to get drenched.
"The first game will be to see who can stay the driest and move the fastest while taking a water balloon in their teeth and carrying it across this plank over the corner of the pool."
I saw that the water balloons were huge, it might be impossible to carry one without a few of them popping, then across a 2x8 plank. One of the gals took her shoes off, "NO no, each contestant has to participate as is, the prize to the winner, judged by the audience, is $100."
The crowd roared as the first gal, Megan, stepped up. She wore a light blue floor length silky gown with one strap over a shoulder, I was thinking the dress might be too long for her, she got the signal, picked up a balloon and raced towards the plank, slowly she walked sideways on the board, it bowed close to the water, her hem kissed the water, it shone dark where wet but she made it across and to the finish with a time of 47 seconds.
Next was Marquita, her long green dress with the organza overlay floated and swayed as she walked, she got the go and bit a balloon, it burst instantly, showering her gown and making it cling tightly where it was wet. She bit another balloon and headed for the pool, only a couple of steps onto the plank and she caught her heel in her hem, she tumbled head first into the pool. The waves raced away as she came up, her gown shimmering as it danced in the water around her, It looked incredible!
"Oh no, Marquita is disqualified." shouted the anouncer "Give her a big hand."
The crowd cheered as I made my way to be next to the pool, I held out my hand to her as she moved out of the pool step by step, her skirts clung tight around her legs and her breasts could just be seen through her dripping dress, I caught the scent of her wet fabric as she walked by.
Jannine moved into place, her long purple organza gown flowed about her so sensually, when she got her signal she bit a balloon and raced towards the pool. She moved far faster than that first gal but once to the plank she crouched down and scooted slowly, her dress hung over the board on both sides trailing beside her as she moved, once back on the cement she ran full speed, her dress leaving a wet trail behind.
"Jannines time is 52 seconds" shouted the announcer."
The crowd clapped wildly, seeming to LOVE the spectacle before them, I know I did.
"Up next folks we have the Forester Twins and they want to run side by side, how about that!?"
Everyone went wild as another plank was set within 2 feet of the first. The Forester Twins were reknown through the school as the most competitive girls the school had ever had. Together they had broken every school athletic and acedemic record since the records were begun, they both had to win, this was going to be good.
Cindy stepped from the crowd in a floor length super tight fitting satin sheath gownthat clung to her body as if it were sewn on her, her sister Mindy wore a long red gown of shimmering satin with a slit most of the way up her thigh, a vision as her and her sister took their places.
The go was given and Cindy immediatly took a balloon and threw it at her sister hitting her full on her back, the dress instantly drank up the water, most of her gown now dark from the wet, then Cindy raced off with a balloon in her teeth. Mindy now furious began tossing balloons as Cindy ran, she pelted her fleeing sister, hitting her each and every time, her tight gown became fully see through, every guy knew she wore nothing underneath!
Mindy took balloon in mouth and ran to meet Cindy at the planks, they both moved over the pool at the same time, their two balloons quickly drenched each other further then they took to grabbing each other and pushing, shoving and jostling each other but it was Cindy that took the plunge falling backwards with a grand splash.
Mindy in her red gown held her hands high in triumph but lurking beneath her was a sister not to be bested, she reached up from the water and tipped the board, Mindy fell face first into the water next to her sister.
They were a sight but they hugged and kissed as they moved to the pools edge where I waited to help them out, Cindy's gown was completly see-through now, her body showed beautifully from under her glimmering blue sheath. Her sister whispered in her ear and she noticed her nakedness, they both ran giggling towards the bathrooms.
"Ah geez folks 2 more gals are outta the race for the prize! Up to this point folks only 2 gals have advanced to the next round." My Gal Beverly stepped up next, her unbelievably shiny blue silky dress glimmered as she waited for the signal.
The "go" was given and she raced for the planks with balloon weighing heavily, apparently the balloon sprung a leak but did not burst. I could see her gown shimmering more as the wetness flowed into it, The balloon was half gone by the time she reached the plank, she quickly bounced across the board but lost her footing at the end, a misstep found her foot and shimmering hem atop the second step in the pool, as she still had some dry parts to her dress she scrambled on to finish the heat with a time of 62 seconds.
I gazed at her, so beautiful in that dress, more so with the water dripping from her skirts.
Shanna was next in her splendid pink purple gown and so many ruffles and a full skirt, much more so than any of the gals before.
While I did know that Shanna was a popular student I did not know that she was about to be asualted. She grabbed her balloon and headed for the planks but before even getting close, and unknown to her, her freinds unleashed a barrage of water bolloons upon her such as none had ever seen! She laughed as she endured the drenching onslaught and at the moment the ballons stopped flying the captain of the football team picked her up and jumped into the pool with her in his arms.
Her gown with the ruffles and skirts flowed around her in such a way, the beauty was beyond words as she moved slowly and hugged the guy that doomed her to this watery path. she swam a short lap across the pool and to the steps, the dress danced so effortlessly in the water then clung heavily as she emerged from the caressing pool. Her gown slid across the floor, she tried in vain to wring some of the water out but gave in and left pools of water where ever she went for awhile.
"One last gal to qualify for the last round!" said the announcer.
The crowd roared as Raquel took her place in her gorgeous green tafetta gown. She got the "go" and instantly popped the balloon. She picked another but it too burst, her dress turning so very dark where it was being drenched! Another and then another exploded drowning her, her hair was soaked, even the back of her gown was soaked from the apparently defective balloons.
The announcer got everyones attention, "The only rule was that a gal had to have some dry left on her dress to move to the next round"
Folks booed,,,,, "By your applause, does Raquel have enough dry to move on?"
The poor girl was laughing, the announcer
looked but could find no dry left on her and the crowd booed as she took her place
with those that were still dripping.
My gal Beverly in her blue dress, Megan in her light blue tafetta dress and Jannine in her purple organza gown were moved to the final contest, the diving contest.
Beverly looked radiant on the end of the diving board, her concentration was broken by the entrance of 7 prom gowned gals jumping into the pool, the number of sopping gowns was increasing by the minute.
The forester twins had gone back into the pool after finding some lacey underthings and both Marquita and Raquel were back in the water on the steps, Shanna was still dripping by the drinks table.
My gal Beverly did a splendid cannon ball sending water 14 feet into the air and wetting a few more prom dresses. Her gown fanned around her in the water, she was so beautiful!!!
Jannine tried to do something pretty but the only beauty she presented was the look of her gown in the water after doing a poor swan dive.
Megan won hands down with a half twist from the hivedive and barely splashing when piercing the waters surface. Yes her gown too was a shimmering spectacle as she stepped from the water, the wetness cascading from the fabric and the thunderous applause signaling the winner.
By the time the evening was over I had the opportunity to witness 47 incredibly dressed ladies wind up in the pools, the gowns floating and flowing, the beauty inexpressible through mere words.
When I was informed that we were to have a house guest for 2 days I moaned and groaned, mumbled and grumbled for 3 days. It was a distant cousin, the kind you only see once in your life when they happen to be passing through your part of the world, well that time was at hand. I was briefed on the fact that Kathy Jones was my dad's stepbrothers sister, which would make her a Quarter cousin or something, I don't know. All I knew was being on my best behavior, and having some old lady in the guestroom, the room next to mine, snoring and coughing all night long was going to be hard. When I arrived home from school on the day she was arriving I found that my parents had uncovered the pool, something they reserved specifically for themselves and invite me when they do since I live with them. I was thinking they were going out of their way to impress.
I tripped over her bags and fell quite hard to the floor, "While your down there please take Kathy's bags to her room." my mom hollered from the kitchen. I was soothing my now sore ankle when Kathy came down the stairs and found me twisted amoung her luggage. "Oh my I am so very sorry to have caused this!" she said as she rubbed my ankle with a knowing touch, "It's not broken but may be sprained, you will have to stay off it for today anyway." she added. By now my mom was hollering at me again but was cut off by Kathy's insistance that I be nursed for awhile. She helped me up the steps to my room, the silky feel of her dress rubbing on me the whole time and I could easily see down her dress as she aided me. As she layed me onto my bed I could see the shine in her long red hair almost matched the shine of her dress, how very sexy she looked in the sun streaming through the window and reflecting off the pools waving surface just below my room.
Dinner time had passed, the kitchen cleaned and my folks, I and Kathy had sat down for some evening chat. She was from Texas, born and raised, unmarried as yet and was she tall, 5'10" with that long flowing red hair and buxom, boy was she buxom! She was 34 years old but looked so much better, she was a computer programmer and in town for some kind of seminar thingy, she was teaching other programmers how to teach programmers. Most of all she loved to swim, thus why the pool was uncovered. We said our goodnights and went off to our rooms. It was much later, as I lay half asleep, that I heard that most familiar but unusual sound, the sound of someone swimming. I wiped the sleep from my eyes, grabbed my glasses and looked down towards the pool, sure enough the water was wavey and I saw a figure gliding through the water but something was wrong with this picture, she was not naked or swim clothed, but wearing a long flowing light blue dress. I could clearly see the gown as it clung close to her as she moved but she was done, she climbed from the water at the steps, walking slowly out and onto the cement, the gown clinging seductivly to her curves and leaving a great wide wet trail as she moved out of sight. Now I could not sleep, interest in knowing what she was wearing was knawing at me so I snuck down the hall to the guest bathroom where I had heard her last, there on the shower rod hung a long blue, tight fitting, spaghetti strap satin gown still dripping with water but looking as shiny as if it were dry, it was an arousing sight. Tomorrow night I had to see more!
After we had all said our goodnights I made plenty of noise on my computer as it was Friday eve and I could stay up late. I didnt really do much but I knew my folks would be asleep and Kathy might head out to the pool at anytime, I was right. I waited a few moments after I had heard her walk past my door and followed her out. I could see her ahead of me, her hips swaying under the "below the knee length" red satin dress with the puffy sleeves, she didnt skip a beat as she stepped directly onto the first step in the water, paused then onto the second step, allowing the water to kiss the hem of her dress and begin to soak up until she stepped down to the next step. The red satin fabric began to float now with tiny bubbles under it and swirl a bit as she moved it with her fingers. she took the last step in then fell forward under the water. She sank into the water and slowly twisted, almost like swimming but not moving, just enjoying the sensations of being isolated and soundles maybe. The whole time she was smiling, I could see that, she was in a place very comforting to her. She came back up and spent awhile swimming slowly back and forth, the red satin of her skirt flowing behind her effortlessly as she moved. It was an erotic sight to see that pretty lady so caught up in her fantasy to not even notice me standing by the side of the pool watching her. Once again she stopped and sank under water, now laying on the bottom of the pool, fingering her satin skirt and moving it around for herself, the light glimmering in the folds was easily seen even to me on the outside. I somehow wished it were possible to be near her, to possibly touch the smooth satiny wet fabric, to feel what it was like or to run my fingers into that long red hair as it carressed the gentle current in the pool and danced with a life of it's own!
At this point our eyes made contact, she saw me standing at the edge of the pool, I must have been a sight with mouth open wide. She slowly broke the surface, plopped herself up with arms on the side and said "Hi." It was amazing to me to sit on the side of the pool and talk with this pretty lady, this distant cousin of mine whom I'd never met and might never meet again. As we talked I could not tear my eyes away from the red satin of her skirt as it danced in the water in unison with the long strands of her hair but to make eye contact once in awhile. She knew this and accepted this, it turned out that we had alot in common. We talked for over an hour, all the while that satin skirt gliding and glowing in the pool light but she noted that she was getting quite pruned and should get some sleep as she was leaving the next afternoon. I helped her out of the pool and held a towel for her as she slipped out of her satiny sheath, it landed on the cement with a gushy plop.
All in all it was a fantastic visit, I got to meet a really nice lady, got an open invite down to Texas and was told about a bunch of websites where I could see alot more wetlook formals, plus she promised to send me a few of her personal photos.
by Wet Satin
... I was now driving as fast as i could, "peddle to the metal" to coin a phrase. "Men are such ASSHOLES!" I screamed at the top of my lungs while I drove with my wedding veil tugging in the wind as it drifted out the window. I had no idea where I was going, just where ever I could to get as far away from where I was.
I rolled up the window so I could light a cigarette, catching my veil in it I ripped it off and threw it behind me, tearing it quite badly, "What the hell do I care, his parents paid for it!". I lit the cigarette and let up on the gas, there was certainly no need to get a ticket on top of all the other crap that's happened today. I thought about the nerve it takes to send your brother to the judge's office at the last moment and tell the blushing bride that the groom had found someone else better suited to his taste in women, how rude.
In an obvious rage I immediatly went to sell the ring, cubic zirconia, got $15 for it, at least I got a genuine wedding gown out of the deal, at that moment the cherry fell off my cigarette and began burning a hole in the satin gown over my knee. I slammed on the brakes and pulled into a parking lot along the shore of a small pond with wheels screeching, jumped out and began to beat the ash out of the skirt, a nice little black hole stared back as if to mock me. I slammed the door and headed for a bench by the pond to sit and think, I just noticed that the skirt was caught in the door as I heard the rip. I could fix the tear and maybe the hole too I thought, not quite ruined,,,yet. Of course, I said to myself, his parents paid for it and might very well want the gown back.
The day was bright and warm with just a hint of a breeze to rustle the skirt of the gown as I walked past the bench i was going to sit on and proceeded directly to the ponds edge. The expensive white leather pumps I was given sank slowly into the warm grey mud as I stood pondering my next move. The ooze soon covered my feet and kissed the hem of the designer gown they had bought for me, one thing was for sure, at least his mother had taste I mumbled as I took another step and sank to my ankles in the invitingly warm goo.
My next steps left the nice shoes mired deep in the mud so I stuck my satin gloved hand into the mud to pull them out and tossed them back onto solid ground then took a few more steps, now into the water. I stirred up the muddy mess and it began to soak into the esquisite satin.
"What am I doing?!" I said to myself as I retreated from the dress ruining muck and back to where the shoes now lay, "This is absolutely the most childish act I have ever contemplated."
I picked up the shoes and turned to go back to the car, paused for a moment, let out a bone chilling scream as I threw the shoes as far as I could towards the car, turned again and ran full speed, then flung myself head first as far as my legs could, out into warm murky water!! I began to swim out into the water, gentle waves raced me as I began to laugh and splash in the warmth. Suddenly all my cares vanished and I felt as if the weight of the world had been lifted from my shoulders. I stood, it was only waist deep but I could feel the invigorating mud squish between my toes and could now see that the muddy water I'd stirred up was staining the gown a vengefull looking shade of gray.
I moved back nearer the waters edge, plopped myself heavily into the shiney mud and scooped up a huge handful that I smeared across the satin bodice. I layed back and began to roll in the warm muck, covering every square inch of that designer gown with the rich scent of decaying organic matter, gray and smooth. With both satin gloved hands I piled mud onto the satin skirt as I sat until the lower part of my body was completely buried under it.
"Oh how sweet is the smell of revenge!" I gloated as I tried to stand from under the weight of the mud and fell back into the swirling muddy water. I now lay in the water just a few feet from the shore, just deep enough that the gown was immersed but I could lay my head back and stare at the clouds slowly rolling across the sky above me. I layed there for quite awhile.
The day was still warm but the time was passing and I still had to drive back home with two stops along the way. I swam out into the pond and was amazed at how warm the water was even where I could barely touch the bottom. The gown, even though now a most unpleasing shade of dark gray, looked fabulous as it swirled around me with air bubbles under the skirt. Surrounded by the shimmering wet satin I could not ignore how beautiful it looked with the sunlight dancing both on the water and the wet satin! I found myself captivated by the eroticism of wearing a wedding gown while swimming in the little pond, not to mention the fact of having covered it with the rich muck a while before. To be very honest I found it strangely arousing in the naughtiness of my present stuation, it felt so wrong but it felt so right!! I swam to the other side of the pond and crawled out onto the shore, the slow breeze cooling the satin against my skin felt quite invigorating as I stood in full veiw of the road, I noticed a car slow and the occupants staring at me, then back up to speed, theorising about the sight they had just seen. I paid them no mind as I stepped back into the calm water, the wet fabric now billowed up around me as I moved deeper into the pond, I slipped into the water with arms outstreched, I could feel the bubbles run from under my skirt before I went under for a quick dip to rinse my hair.
Back on the other side I moved out of the water, the heavy feel of the drenched gown felt wonderful on my shoulders as I walked back to the car, slipped out of the dress, allowing it to plop onto the hot pavement and grabbed the change of clothes out of the back. Once suitably clothed I packed the dripping dress, muddy shoes and torn veil into a bag from the trunk and headed back the way I had come. I honestly felt a lot better, don't know why I just did. I stopped at a laundro-mat on the way, washed the dress, shoes and veil at the same time so they ALL had the same shade of gray, dryed them thoroughly to set the stain permanently and dropped the bag on his parents doorstep.
Thinking back on the day I realized that I was spared a great deal of heartache later in life, like next week maybe, then stopped at a nice mall restaurant for an early dinner. While eating my dinner I noticed a new store across the way with grand opening banners and all the trimmings, "Wedding Gowns $99 and up" said the banner. I'll have to stop in there very soon I thought.
by Wet Satin
I remember my first formal as if it were yesterday. All my life i'd owned nothing as impresive as that first long smooth satin gown with the sheer overlay, it had always been a bath or a shower in one of my slips or one of the few plain cotton dresses I owned. I remember the day my mom took me to the mall to buy a dress for the prom, I was 17 then and the senior prom was the premier event of my life to that point. We walked in to the salon, the lady greeted us and I was instantly lost among the sea of glorious fabrics and the rainbow of colors to choose from! I moved from rack to rack touching each dress, looking, no, feeling for the right dress, a dress that would send an electric charge through my body and excite me.
That lady and my mom began holding dresses up to me and commenting on how innocent I would look in each, one after another of the most god awfull gowns I could imagine, my mother had such poor taste.
"Kathy..." she said, "...this one makes you look so young!".
I didn't want to look young, I wanted a dress that would look great when it was wet and make me feel very sexy. Then it caught my eye, another gal was holding it up to her gal pal and they were chatting about it, my heart skipped a beat when they put it back onto the rack. I dropped the dress I was holding and moved quickly and snatched the gown off of the rack, it was so dreamy.
It was a floor length gown with short sheer sleeves that were big and fluffy and it had a bustle on the back making it seem even fuller. The underskirt was the softest, shiniest satin I had ever run my fingers over and the sheer ruffled overlay was just as soft but more shiny than the satin under it! The bodice was seemless, made from a single piece of fabric and the best thrill was looking at the size tag, it was just one size bigger than I wore!! I walked to the 3 way mirror and held it up to my body, the red satin shone through from under the sheer skirt and the white sheer ruffles on the hem made it look southern belle style. I ran to the dressing room, all the way my mom saying it wasn't a proper dress for a young lady but I didn't care what she had to say, I had found the gown of my dreams.
After that everything fell neatly into place, I'd remembered that the theme was, "A Revisit to Tara" and everyone was in southern style attire, it was held at a local motel in downtown Fort Worth and we were all spending the night there. Actually I don't even remember the prom as the night went by so very fast, I had come with a date but he was not allowed by his parents to spend the night so left right after the prom was over. We went to my friend Patty's room after it ended, she had a bottle of bourbon and we played truth or dare, each time you were deemed a liar by the bunch you had to do a baby shot. Needless to say we were all deemed liars all the time and it wound up that we were all drunk in short order. To be honest I'd never had so much fun but I excused myself with the excuse that I had to sober up as my mom was picking me up early and went back to my room. It was after 1 a.m. by this time and I took a good long look at myself in the mirror. My red satin gown with the white sheer ruffles, red satin gloves and red satin pumps all matched well with my naturally red hair, it was time.
I listened at the door, noone was in the hall. I stepped out and headed down the hall quickly, I'd already scoped out my route to the pool and in 2 minutes found myself standing at the top of the steps of the indoor pool. My heart was pounding in my chest as it had never done before, I was alive and about to fulfill my ultimate fantasy!!
I stood on the first step in the water for quite awhile, watching as the hem of my red skirt slowly drank up the warm water, then with a heavy excited sigh I stepped onto the next step, the water was almost to my knees. What a thrill to watch as my skirt became so very dark in the water and swirled gently in the water as I stepped down to the next level in my fantasy. Up to my waist now in the pool I looked back to see the wet sheer and satin skirt filled with air and puffing up behind me in the water and my satin gloves now drenched as my arms hung at my side. I pushed the puffy fabric under and watched as it slowly sank towards my feet.
I stood very still until the water was absolutly calm, took a deep breath and let my self fall face first into the warm water with my arms out streached. I moved ever so gently under the water, not daring to open my eyes lest they be burned out of my head by the chlorine but I simply had to find out what my fantasy gown looked like carressed in the warm wetness of my new world.
I came out of the water with a gasp, brushed the long red hair out of my face and looked around at the gown floating so effortlessly in the pool. Oh, words can do no justice to the look and feel of the wet satin skirt twisted around my ankles and waist!! My long gloves clinging to my arms and my pearl necklace dripping small drops onto the pools surface.
I moved back to the steps, walked out, fluffed my skirt as best I could and walked back down the steps. The air trapped under the wet skirt suddenly turned my gown into a giant satin bubble monster that threatened to swallow me up as I moved deeper into the water until the air escaped and the skirt lay glimmering and wet on the pool surface. I fanned the skirt out around me on the surface so I could see the entire skirt floating in a circle around my waist, how erotic this might have looked to a casual onlooker but thankfully, no one was there, it was simply me and my red satin gown as I lay back into a slow back float, my ears under the water detected no sound, I was totally alone in my drenched satin fantasy.
I swam down towards the deeper end, treaded water for a moment and slid under near the pools light, I took the risk and opened my eyes to a most incredible sight. My eyes did not burn as I slowly sank, not moving as the red satin skirt surrounded me, moving, caressing me like the best lover should do! With my fingers I gently pulled my skirt under the water, the light shimmering in the folds and reflecting the light through the waves of my dress as my hair moved around my face.
I came up and moved to the ladder, gathered my skirt and climbed out, my red satin pumps shone in the light just as my wet gown did, the water running out of the skirt as I stood on the cement tickled as it dripped onto the tops of my feet.
Without hesitation I moved onto the diving board, stood perfectly with my skirt dropping water onto the calm surface and did my best ever swan dive, again the soundless underwater left me wishing my fantasy would never end. I came up and did a breast stroke back towards the steps, it was at moment I saw the old couple standing just inside the doorway with their mouths hung wide open as if to catch some imaginary flies.
Secretly I was excited at the fact that someone had caught me but just as much I was embarrassed. Putting on my best attitude I walked slowly up the steps of the pool, stopping to pull my heel out from the hem of my skirt, adjusted my gown, pulled up my gloves and walked towards the door in which they were standing. I must have been a sight there in my long red satin gown, gloves, heels and hair dripping water down my back. As I passed them in the door way I commented on how warm the water was and wished them a fine morning, I left them most certainly wondering why a nice young lady in a red satin dress was doing swan dives and swimming fully clothed, all I might have said was "Don't knock it 'til you've tried it".
I did pass 3 other folks in the hall near my room, dripping water all the way but I never looked back and heard no comments. Once in my room I hung my splendid new gown in the shower to dry and by the next morning when my mom picked me up she was none the wiser as to what had "gone down" the night before. I still have that gown in the back of my closet, maybe someday I shall learn to sew and let it out a bit (a lot) and go back to that little motel pool and relive that first glorious public swim in my first formal, maybe at the highschool reunion?
by Wet Satin
I skipped a day from work, yes I was being very irresponsible but in many chats I'd had over the internet I was convinced that the place to find truly candid wetshots was to position myself near the big water ride, when the cars came down the slide, people would stand on the walkway over it and get showered with huge waves of water when they reached the big pool at the bottom, so there I was. I'd spent $16 dollars to get in to the amusement park, "Six Flags Over Texas" was the cities premier attraction situated right between Dallas and FortWorth but it's charm was quickly wearing off for me. I had spent the entire day there and checking my video cameras tape meter I had almost 2 hours of girls in wet jeans and T-shirts, not at all what I had in mind, not to mention the fact that it had been cloudy the whole day. I lit a last cigarette and began to pack my camera in it's bag, just then the sun began to peek out from behind the cloud that had hung over me the whole day, "Oh sure NOW the clouds break" I mumbled. I continued to stuff my things into my bag when a voice came to me from behind.
"Excuse me..." a woman asked, "..could I lay my coat here for a few minutes?"
I turned to see her, she had long red hair and a denim duster for a coat, "Well sure, I was just getting ready to leave but if it's only for a short minute or 2 I can wait."
"Thanks." she said as She fluffed her hair aside and slid the coat from her shoulders, my eyes grew wide for underneath she had on a gloriously shiny floral print dress that went way past her knees. The sun glimmered upon the fabric as she layed the coat on the seat next to me and gave me a wink saying, "Better get that camera ready."
She moved towards the walkway where so many before her had gotten drenched, the silky dress swinging upon her hips as she walked, a thunderous crash was heard as another huge wave drenched the latest batch of giggling, jeans clad teens. She waited til the most recent "wetties" left their perch and stepped up and out to the middle of the platform, I already had the camera going in order to catch a good before shot of her pretty dress, my only hope was that there was enough tape left! From a distance I heard the excited screams of the riders in the car and the telltale sounds of the car being cranked up the track, through the view finder I focused carefully on the lady in the silky floral print dress, giving little thought to anything else. I began to shake a bit, never before had I been given a show as I was about to recieve.
The riders in the car were quiet but only for a moment for now the sound of the car careening down and the excited screams fortold a sight to behold, the lady in the dress held her ground, a smile on her face as she raised her arms up towards the sun, a thunderous crash was all I heard, then a huge wave crashed over the woman, she disappeared under the falling torrent.
When the water stopped falling I was still focused right on her, she stood there wiping the drenched red hair away from her face, water dripping from it. Her flowing silky dress now clung provocativly to her great curvy body, water dripped from the hem of her skirt onto her shoes. White high heels shoes with drops of water gliding down the sides, who says white heels don't look good after Labor Day. I wished I had put on my filter, the one that makes drops of water and points of light take on a star pattern for the drops of water falling from her dress and onto her shoes would certainly have taken such a shape. She leaned forward onto the railing as another thunderous crash sent a wave of water falling from the sky and soaking her yet again. She yelled at the passing car and they yelled back, I zoomed in close to see the shimmering fabric of her dress and the water running down to the hem, then dripping from it in a cascade. I zoomed back just in time to catch her drenched under a new wave, this one more powerful sent her falling back to the ground. She sat laughing as she lay still in a puddle of water, then rolling in it, her beautiful dress clinging around her legs as she rolled back and forth, water still dripping out of her fabulous hair as it too glistened in the sun. She lay on the deck with one leg out and the other bent up as another wave crashed down around her. She was most truly enjoying herself, maybe more so as she looked over to see her devoted audience with video camera plastered to his face. She rose up just in time to be pushed back down by the next wave, she continued to laugh.
A crowd had gathered around the walkway, noone willing to invade her privately public fantasy as they only stood and watched. They must think her mad but I knew better. She fianlly managed to pick herself up and move away from the falling waves, I continued to tape her as she walked towards me. It was such a thrill to see her with that silky, bright colored dress clinging to her hips, breasts and legs as she walked ever so slowly towards me. At that instant my camera began to rewind, end of tape. I could do no more than gaze at her with my mouth hanging open as she grabbed her coat and began to walk away.
"Wait miss, would you like me to send you a copy of my tape?" I called out. "Oh no..." she replied, "...I have dozens of tapes just like it but thank you for offering, you go ahead and enjoy it!" she hollered as she disappeared into the sea of faces. I patted myself on the back and said to myself, "Best $16 I've ever spent"
I've been a bridesmaid for 17 girlfriends through the years, it's always the same old thing. Don't get me wrong I adore the task, keeping my nervous friend in line and seeing that everything falls into place and goes off without a hitch, it seems to be my calling in life. The best thing is that when the ceremony is over I can avoid the spotlight and have some fun.
This day started out like any other with the single exception of the reception area in the lobby of the hotel, normally I'd go down to see it and be sure that all was in order but they had had a water leak the night before and the reception was moved to another part of the hotel so I spent my morning trying to comfort my very nervous friend Patty. She was a wreck, getting her into her fabulous long white satin gown was exciting for me but traumatic for her. First she stepped on the skirt poking a small hole in it, I sewed it up fine, then she started to cry about it, I have NEVER had so much trouble getting a new bride to calm down! At long last I had her in her gown and slipped back to my room to put on my dress.
I had left it hanging on the back of the door so when I came in it would be the first thing I saw when closing the door, Patty may be a wreck but she picked out the most beautiful bridesmaids dresses I had ever seen. It was floor length with a big fluffy dark blue satin skirt and lots of crinoline underneath to make the skirt stand out, long sheer sleeves with satin cuffs, low cut neck line and a huge bow on the back that some might refer to as a personal flotation device if it were wet. Here's the bad news, I was planning on falling into the fountain in the lobby, for weeks, after I had seen the wedding area I had fantasies about how I could make it look like an accident, I had it all figured out and now the weddings been moved to some stuffy ballroom. "Ah hell..." I mumbled to myself as I slid my body into the luxurious blue satin gown, "...guess I'll just have to settle for a bath later.". A knock on my door and the best man screaming through it brought me out of my fantasy, "Hurry up, Patties crying again!" he hollered. I clipped on my hairpiece and sprinted down the hall to find Patty in her room absolutly dripping tears onto her gown, I caught a glimpse of the shiney wet spot on her dress as I knelt next to her, I could not take my eyes off it as she kept weeping, all the while trying to console her without blinking, watching the small wet spot grow, tear by tear.
With all of that behind us the wedding went off without a hitch. Patty finally got herself together and down at the alter it was Brian that was crying, she whispered to him, "Don't be such a baby!" as she slipped the ring on his finger. I seems that with all that was going on I never even noticed that the wedding was taking place in the atrium, a line of plants along the far wall with all the flowers made the room look so grand, I still missed the fountain though. I sat at my table watching everyone dance, this is why I don't want to be a bride, she was circled by family snapping photos and gushing as to how great she looked in that gown of hers, all I could think about is how good MY gown would have looked in that fountain in the lobby.
The highlight of my day was when Brian spilled a whole glass of red wine onto Patties gown, I was very near and rushed to help. I dabbed at the wine with a napkin but was really running the back of my hand over the cool wet satin, it felt fantastic in my hand but brought me to a sobering realization, out of all my wet dress experiences I've never gotten wet in a wedding gown. Patty had gone off to change, the reception line sent them off in a shower of birdseed and here I sat, all alone in this big empty room finishing my 5th drink. I resigned myself to a bath in a cramped hotel tub and set off for my room. I walked through the line of plants on the other side of the room thinking I was heading for the elevators but instead I found myself standing over a glistening, waveless pool!!! My heart began to pound in my chest as I walked to the steps, dipped one foot onto the first step, then the next. I paused for a moment as I watched the warm water caress the hem of my long satin skirt. It turned almost black as I proceeded down the last 2 steps, the water embracing my breasts as I walked ever so slowly, deeper into the pool. The gentle waves raced away from me as I slipped under the water, the absence of sound aroused me as I sank slowly to the bottom. I opened my eyes into the crystal clear water to see my long satin skirt moving gently around my legs, the light from above the pool reflecting sensuously in its folds, my hair piece had come loose and was now floating above me on the surface of the water. Putting my feet under me I broke the surface of the water, smashing the calm surface into a cascade of ripples careening towards the sides of the pool. I lay on the surface of the water now, floating effortlessly as I fingered the folds of my gown in my fingers, drinking in the warmth and wetness of my fantasy, "This is most certainly no cramped hotel bath!" I thought out loud.
A voice from the outside world sent my fantasy draining away from me, "Are you okay Maam?" asked the pool man from the side. He stood there with his skimmer in hand, looking most perplexed, wondering why a well dressed woman was floating in his pool in a satin dress. "Oh I'm fine..." I managed to mumble, "...I fell in, figured since I was here might as well save myself a trip down later.". "Ummmm, yeah." he said as he twisted his face, shrugged his shoulders and walked away. I stood in the middle of the pool for a few minutes, savoring the last moments as I made my way back to the steps. I rose out of the warm embracing water into the cold cruelness of of the real world. My long skirt left a telltale trail of drops and puddles as i negotiated the staring mob in the lobby, "What you've never seen a lady in a wet bridesmaids dress before?" I thought. I got to my room, unlocked the door and felt sad that I would not be seeing this gorgeous gown hanging there waiting for me. I pushed open the door but it pushed back, I was most confused until I peeked behind, Patty must have changed out of her wine soaked dress in MY room for there it hung. I closed the door and ran my fingers through the slendid white folds of her gown. A note hung on it for me, "Kathy, could you clean my gown for me? Patty"
"I would be honored to clean your gown Patty!" I said to the note.
To be continued........
by Wet Satin
My business trip was a deplorable mess, nothing had gone right from the start and it was my job to revamp the presentation with the needed revisions before we could approach the chairman again. My room was quite cramped so I opted to sit out by the pool hoping to clear my head, it was not working, all I could hear for the hours I sat staring an the blinking cursor was the sound of a wedding on the other side of the plants. Oh I managed to pound out a few of the needed items but when looking back at them they made little or no sense so I ordered another drink.
By now the festivities from the other side of the atrium beyond the plants had died down and all I heard now was the sounds of clinking dishes and cleaning crews bitching about how much mess there was, I could possibly think now. I started pounding upon my abused laptop again, each keystroke a scream of submission from my overworked little machine, I sensed it's pain when I got that nasty little error message that said everything I had on the screen at the moment had been blasted into cyberbytes and ground into nothingness, I shut it off and ordered 2 drinks, both of them doubles. It was at that moment, out of the corner of my eye, I saw her stumble through the plants and was suddenly mesmerized by the calmness on the pools surface.
She looked kind of "out of it" like she had been drinking but was instantly aware of the pool, she stepped away from the edge and began to walk around it, her long blue incredibly sexy dress gliding around her ankles, she was a good looking woman I noted to myself. I took a sip of my drink and quickly gagged on it as I saw her now walking into the pool slowly and deliberatly. She looked as if she were having a religious experience as she moved deeper, paused, and slipped under the surface. I sat, captivated by this woman's desire to be exactly where she was at the moment, cut off from the world and isolated in her own little space. I began to stand thinking she maybe in trouble when she resurfaced, brushed her long red hair back then just floated on her back. I have to admit I found this display very exciting, the bulge in my pants saying so loud and clear. Having always loved the sight of a nice lady getting wet in a hot looking dress always got a rise out of me, this time it was a maximum turn-on. Maybe it was the thought of her just away from the wedding after a long day, or the fact that she did it so very deliberatly and in such a public place or the fact that I was having such a miserable day, possibly that in the course of my life I had only seen this happen on TV or on a video, NEVER in real life and right in front of me. I grabbed my drinks and moved to a table right next to the water, watching her float so gracfully with the blue fabric of her dress all shiny and clingy, it was great!! I saw when the pool man approached, I called to her quietly but she didn't hear me. She was quite startled when she realized he was there, they said some things to each other but I could not hear. She stood in the water for a couple minutes with her dress sinking around her, she looked so unbelievably HOT in that blue dress, I almost has enough guts to comment on how great she looked but she started moving to the steps, the long blue silky fabric following behind, I could see it, shining like glitter under the water. Then she was climbing out, I swear she gave me a wink as she headed for the lobby but that must have been my sex organ talking. I followed her, it was easy as she left such an obvious trail through the lobby, all I wanted to do was catch a whiff or a scent of the wet fabric, thinking it would be rich and arousing, I lost her at the elevators. I went back to my room immediatly and masterbated in the shower, imagining she was there with me in that silky blue gown.
by Wet Satin
I awoke to the sun shining in the window of my hotel room, my mind was still a bit foggy from the drinks I'd had after the wedding, I looked towards the door where Patty's wedding gown hung, it was even more beautiful with the sunlight glistening in the folds of the fantastic gown, I got up and grabbed the things I needed in the bathroom to start my day. While brushing out my long red hair I saw the reflection of my long blue satin gown hanging from the shower head and stood staring at it, reliving the past nights adventure in the pool. It was sheer accident that I had found the pool but it simply made my weekend, plus, since I had the room for one more night I had the bath wearing Patty's wedding dress to look forward to, ahh yes in that cramped little hotel bathtub. I finished my business, slipped into a favorite floral print rayon dress of mine and headed down for some breakfast.
The menu was quite limited as all hotel menus seem to be, I ordered eggs and ham with a cup of gravy to drown them in and milk. At the next table the couple had just left and I saw a hotel brochure so I grabbed it just to have something to read while waiting. Once to the back page I saw that the hotel, yes this very hotel, has a few hottub suites available. How nice it would be to be able to afford one of these grand rooms but I am always on a fixed budget and since my room was paid through this night I'd best hang on to it. My meal came, I had not realized how hungry I was and scarfed it down quickly. When the grumbling in my belly stopped I paid my ticket and headed out into the lobby, it was already after noon by this time. I stopped in the gift shop and picked up a bottle of cheap champagne to celebrate the evenings washing of Patty's gown and on a whim stopped at the main desk to inquire about the cost of a hottub suite. "How are you miss Jones..." the nice young man asked, "...OK after your accident yesterday?". "Scuse me?" I blurted. "We were briefed on your accident at our morning meeting, when you fell into the pool. We have been asked to be a bit more diligent in watching out for our guests safety." "Oh that.." I blushed knowing full well it was no accident, "Im fine, no need to worry, I'm a big girl. Tell me how much your hottub suites are?" I asked to divert his attention away from the topic. "Let me see, you are in an economy room..." he said as he leafed through some files, "I would just like to know how much they are." i added impatiently. "Well those rooms are $175 per night single occupancy..." I thought to myself who would go into a hottub suite by themselves, "...but since the hotel is way way overbooked for the convention and we need economy rooms quite desperatly, I could upgrade you into a hottub suite for,lets see,,,, $53." I accepted my fate as being one of those folks that goes into a hottub suite alone and paid the man $53 and took my new key. I RAN back to my room, stuffed my few things into my bag, tossed the blue dress and the wedding dress over my arm, threw the room key for my tiny little hotel tub over my shoulder and was back to the elevator seemingly before the doors closed. The elevator door opened into a large brass trimmed hallway with huge oak doors spaced far apart, my number was one of the first, I turned the key and stepped into another world! There were mirrors everywhere and velvety wallpaper and brass light fixtures and a crystal chandalier hung from the ceiling. I had never seen a room as beautiful as the one I was about to spend a wonderful night in, the absolute best part was the enormous hottub sitting off in a corner, it too was lined with mirrors on 2 sides.
By the time I had found a grocery store and picked up a few choice items it was getting dark and it was very difficult to not find myself thinking about the evening ahead. Passing through the lobby I could not help but to think of myself as someone special, royalty maybe, heading up to the top floor and into an incredible room. The elevator seemed to stop at each and every floor and everyone moved in slow motion getting on and off. I had finally arrived at my floor, stepped from the elevator before the doors were fully open and had the key in the door before they had closed, I once again stepped into my newly rented fantasy world full of mirrors and crystal. Since this was to be a most special evening I had bought a good bottle of champagne and a big bottle of shampoo to help in laundering Patty's splendid gown of white satin and ruffles. Minutes streched into hours as I buzzed around the room making my arrangements for the evening and finally the time had come to slip into the gown and fullfil my wildest fantasy.
I stripped naked and stood in front of the mirrored closet door that the gown hung in, admiring my firm breasts and running my hand over them, years had passed since the last time I really stood and admired my body, Pretty damn good for 34 years of age I thought as I slowly opened the door. My mind began to real as I pulled the gown from the hanger and held it up to my body, it had no train but was the brightest whitest satin I had ever seen, with big fluffy sheer sleeves that stood high off the shoulders and 5 layers of super soft thin satin covering the heavy satin underskirt. I layed the gown out on the floor in a pile and opened it so I could step into it, then slowly watching in the mirror as I pulled it up the length of my body, my flesh disappearing into the sea of white satin, I had died and gone to heaven, if only for one night. The gown fit me perfectly and felt so very natural on me as I stood in front of the big picture window looking out over the Dallas skyline, the Trinity river glimmering in the moonlight. I twirled through the room as I made my way to the tub, turned on the water and moved back to the wetbar to pour a glass of champagne. I struggled with the cork, I must have shaken it a bit too much for when it popped I was showered in a champagne downpour the likes I have never seen! The gown was now dripping champagne onto the floor, I looked into one of the mirrors and became aroused at the sight of the shimmering champagne wetted satin clinging to my breasts, with nothing on underneath the dress my breasts were now quite visible through the drenched fabric. I noticed that the bottle was almost completly empty, "what a shame" I said as I poured the rest of the good stuff down the front of the gown. The scent of the wet satin continued to arouse me and the fumes from the champagne seemed to intoxicate me. I opened the cheap bottle of champagne, intentionally shaking it as I tugged on the cork, it popped with a dull thud, no champagne shower this time, go figure. I tipped the bottle up and gulped the nasty stuff while listening to the water pour into the tub. It was now only a few inches deep so back to the mirror I went to admire the sweet smelling wetlook wedding gown still dripping champagne. I ran my hands over the wet fabric and up over my chest, my nipples were hard now as I rubbed them under the wetness of the gown, I felt so incredible.
Sitting now on the edge of the tub I sipped the champagne 'til the water reached the overflow drain, I grabbed a plastic bag and stuffed it in the holes so I could fill the tub even more, when I was finally satisfied I turned off the water and looked at my reflection in the water, it was at this moment I realized that there were mirrors OVER the tub as well, I twisted my head to look up and at that moment lost my balance and fell back into the tub with a thunderous splash, I came up with my red hair hanging over my face but the champagne still above the water. I lay back tipping the bottle up for a gulp as I gazed at the reflection above me. OH and what a sight it was, white satin floating all around me, easing gently through the water with even the slightest movement from me. The sheer sleeves still full under the water but out of the water they hung heavy on my shoulders, the layers moving slowly with every ripple and the heavy satin caressing my legs excited me like never ever in the past. I put down the now empty bottle and allowed myself to slip under the water. As with the night before I could see the satin as it shone in the light and drifted through my fingers as I touched it and rubbed it against my skin. I sat up in the tub and situated myself such that I could see my reflection from above and in the 2 mirrors it faced, I looked so beautiful and felt so sexy there in that glorious white satin dress. I did not even give a thought to what Patty might say if she were able to see me in her wedding gown in the tub, not only red with wine but now pink with champagne, at least if it did not come clean she would never know what I had been up to in her special gown on this special night. It's funny but I did not remember having a particularly hectic day.
I opened my eyes to the sight of me floating in a huge hottub wearing Patty's wedding dress, for a brief moment I thought I was dreaming but it was not a dream, it was as real as could be, I had fallen asleep. The water was much cooler now but it ten minutes time I had drained out then added enough water to make it warm and inviting as when I first FELL in. I had imagined a slow dip, first one foot, then the other, then standing looking at myself in a wedding dress in the mirror in a hottub. No matter, for no image was as perfect as waking to the image of myself there as I was at that very moment. From above it appeared that the wine stain was completly gone but a closer inspection suggested otherwise, I stood in the tub and using the one free hand began to rub in the shampoo I was pouring with the other. The sensation of all that fabric becoming super soapy and slick was apparently more than my senses could handle and found myself sitting on the side of the tub rubbing myself between my legs, it took only a moment 'til my body was rocking into a glorious climax. I sat for a few seconds then rose up to continue the soapy plunder of Patty's dress. Before long I had the entire gown dripping huge blobs of lather into the water, I soaped the front, the back, the sides and all parts inbetween then worked up an esspecially good lather over the wine stained bodice. Then I gathered up the generous skirt into my arms and gave it such a hug that mountains of lather were dropping onto the surface of the water, it was a fantastic sensation!!! I lay back in the water and turned on the jets thinking that they might provide a bit of cleansing action like in a washing machine, all the soap combined with the bubbling action soon had the tub overflowing with bubbles, the biggest bubble bath I had ever indulged myself in!!! I lay in the water amidst the mounds of foam looking at myself in the mirrors above as I again began to caress myself, taking a big handfull of the smooth satin and rubbing myself under the water. Electric jolts of light flashed through my mind as once again my body bucked and pulsed in an explosive climax under the caress of the satin skirt in my hands. I turned off the jets and sat looking at myself from above as I listened to the tiny bubbles exploding as I myself had exploded. It was about a half hour when I decided that my fantasy evening was about over, the only remaining task was of course rinsing a whole bottle of shampoo out of it. I gathered as much of the dripping wet gown into my hands as I could hold and ran for the shower. The warm caress of the forcefull stream of water woke me up and the look of all the soap running out of the gown warmed me up. I slipped the sensuous gown from my shoulders and let it fall to the floor, I rinsed my hair and the rest of my body and stepped out to dry off. I grabbed the gowns hanger from the closet and lovingly hung it up to dry on the shower door, I fluffed it as best one can with a drenched gown and crawled into bed, falling instantly asleep.
I awoke the next morn feeling very tired still even after a long sleep, looking about the room at the messes, the champagne on the floor by the bar, the empty bottle next to the tub sitting on it's side in a puddle of water, the trail of drips across the carpet were still obvious from my run to the shower, ah the shower. I threw back the covers and walked quickly into the bathroom, it was not a dream as I might have believed for there, hanging in the shower, was Patty's magnificent wedding gown, dry now. I took it out into the light of the room, It was perfect and most splendid without a hint of the prior evenings frolic in the hottub NOR a hint of the wine stain. I congratulated myself at having the most incredible fantasy of my life AND getting Patty's dress as clean as it was when she bought it. I took my time packing and even ordered a big plactic bag from housekeeping to protect the gown on my drive back home to Grand Prarie. I left the housekeeping gals a $20 tip for their efforts at cleaning the ruin I left behind, closed the door on the most unbelievable night of my life and headed home, vowing to buy my own wedding gown so I may live this fantasy yet again.
To be continued......
by Wet Satin
The sun had set, my horse was tired as was I. We rode into town slowly, the nightlife was as one expected in a dusty town 5 hours from nowhere, it sounded like a great orgy full of laughter and shouts, loud and drunken. How sad I thought that these men would spend an entire day of their lives making a paltry few dollars then spend but a few hours of the night to drink it away, awaking with a hangover and empty pockets, I stopped at the livery. The young man seemed nice enough, for two bits I got a place for my horse, hay for the night and a brushing, maybe this wasn't such a bad place afterall.
Stepping into the saloon the smell of smoke and booze was actually a bit welcome after 2 days of sage and dirt, I made my way to the bar. "What'll it be Sir?" barked the rough looking old man. "Sir," I thought to myself "maybe this isn't such a bad place after all." I imagined the look on his face when I ordered a nice snifter of brandy and of course one of his finest cigars "What do you have?" I asked "Beer or whiskey." he barked back. It was indeed quite loud, the sound of poker chips and cards being delt filled the room along with the laughs and an occasional challenge, Two men tumbled out the door into the street, pummeling each other. What I really wanted was a cool glass of milk, I surrendered, "I'll have a Beer." I turned and gazed around the room, yes this was truly the armpit of the west, exactly what I expected when I left North Carolina, then out of the corner of my eye I caught a vision, a flash of something a bit familiar but so very much out of place here. Amoungst the dirt and grime she stood, serving beer and shots to the filthy men. Each one of them touching and groping her as she made her rounds, I could see her flinch and whince at every contact. What truely made her stand out was her dress, or more appropriatly her gown. Maybe it was the only garmet she owned, handed down from a mother or grandmother that had long since passed, it was pale blue and satin. I sipped my beer and gagged a bit. She was a vision, the dress hung below her knees and shimmered in the faint light, a bit of lace adorned the bodice and the blue satin straps ran over her shoulders at an inch wide. The skirt was so full,it cascaded and swirled as she walked, I imagined seeing her somewhere far different from here, she appeared in my mind at a grand social ball, gracefully decending down a long staircase, her gloves and scarf as shimmering as her dress. A loud crash brought me back, a man was now hollering at her, she appologized repeatedly but he continued to rage, a small wet spot on his shirt led me to believe she had spilled a drink on him, I imagined he only smelled better for it. She turned away from him, in an instant I saw a full pitcher of beer rise from the table, time stopped as he brought it above her head and began to pour it over her. I watched as the golden liquid drenched her brown hair, soaking her feathery hairpiece, it ran onto her shoulders and into her dress. The fabric now glistened, radiating the wetness that only satin could. The beer flowed down, her breasts now clung to the inside of her bodice and her nipples showed from the cold liquid. I watched intently as her entire dress now dripped with beer, it ran from her hem and drianed out onto the floor, she was shocked. As the room burst out in laughter she was then embarrassed, the man was cold as she turned to glare at him. No one came to her aid but I quickly found myself standing in front of him, I don't know what came over me, the room fell silent. I'm not one for heroics but I decked him, he fell to the floor in a heap. The lady in the glistening satin gown smiled at me as she wrung some liquid from her satin skirt, "Thanks" was all she offered as she turned and headed quickly up the stairs, I watched intently as she walked, her blue satin gown glimmering from the wetness. Suddenly the room came back to life and 2 guys pulled their buddy off to a corner to sleep it off. I finished my beer and asked for a room key, "One dollar." said the man. I dropped my coins on the counter and went up the stairs, following the scent of wet satin.
I locked my door and lay on the bed, I was almost asleep when I heard the sound of water pouring. From my bed in the darkness i could see a circle of light through the wall, a hole maybe. I moved closer wondering about the sound. While I'm not prone to the perversion of peeping I simply felt compelled to gaze through that hole, I happened upon a beautiful sight. The lady in the beer soaked long blue satin gown was pouring a bath. The water steamed in kettles on the stove behind her, her dress now sticky, clinging and drying on her, I could see her hair matted down and she was crying softly. She dipped her hand in, she smiled now finding her bath to be suitable. I quietly told myself to turn away, not wanting to embarrass her further by invading her privacy as she undressed when I see her raise her high heeled foot and step into the bath! Her satin skirt kissing the water as she stood at the bottom of the deep tub. She brought in her other foot, now standing fully inside, her skirt sinking into the water, the bubbles from her bath rising high as she slowly knelt into the water, it spills over the sides! She then rises out of the wet warmth slowly, the water drenching her skirt makes it much darker than the bodice, I was amazed at what I was seeing, I shifted a bit, bumping my table loudly, she looked at the wall in my direction, I thought I saw her smile. Again she slid into the water, this time sinking fully into the tub, slowly and deliberatly she disappeared, her waist, her breasts, her neck then her head, she remained under the water for many seconds....she emerged from the tub slowly, her hair shone so bright, now clean and fresh. As she stood her dress clung to her whole body, accenting her every curve. She ran her hands over her wet satin covered body, the water cascading through her fabric in rivers as she stood. The gown shone brightly like the sun on a calm water, the way she moved slow gave the dress such a life as the light danced through the dripping folds, she grabbed some soap and began to lather herself. The fabric looked glorious as she brought up the rich lather with caressing motions, the bubbles danced on her satin clad body as she rubbed them in, she was touching herself in such provocative ways. To say the least I was aroused. I watched the lady in the wet blue satin gown for an hour as she repeatedly rinsed and lathered herself in her splendid, shimmering satin. Finally she slipped the sleeves of her precious dress from her shoulders and let it slide slowly down her body, her breats shone from their wetness as I heard the dress slide into the water. She eased out of her gown, I saw her ankle strap heels glisten as she pulled them off before slipping her stockinged foot back into the tub. She stepped out and carefully pulled her pretty dress from the cooling water, gently fingering the shiny folds as she hung it over a line to drip dry, smoothing out the folds then moving off to another part of her room, her light went out. I lay back down and had such magnificent dreams that night.
