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| The Princess | Part 2 | AI version |
Original story by "Eddy". Sequel by Colin Roberts.
It was just after midnight, and the party at Lord Stokehampton's country estate was in full swing when the Princess arrived. She was accompanied by her lady-in-waiting, the Hon. Helen Tansmith. The princess was dressed in a beautiful frock of black tulle draped over black satin, elbow length black kid gloves, nylons and black satin pumps. A small diamond pendant hung from a thin silver chain around her neck, and a diamond bracelet glittered on one gloved wrist. She had come from a more formal function elsewhere. After introducing several of the guests in the ballroom, the hostess, Lady Jane, the daughter of Lord Stokehampton, led her Highness into the garden, where the party had overflowed, it being a hot night. As they wandered among the guests in the garden, the Princess could hear gusts of laughter coming from the swimming pool, where obviously a number of people were cooling off.
They went in that direction, followed by the Hon.. Helen. There were quite a number of fellows and girls in the pool, and as is customary at so many of these society parties, several of them had omitted to take off their suits and frocks before going into the water, and were swimming or playing around fully dressed, the men in formal evening suits and the girls in their silk and satin gowns, not even taking off their shoes. One couple in their wet clothes were dancing, waist deep in the water, holding each other tight and quite oblivious to the rest of the world. Two other girls were having a friendly tussle, seated on their partner's shoulders, their frocks waist high, giving a generous display of nylon legs and garters. The two men were chest deep, so the girls frocks trailed in the water, and their daintily shod feet were also dangling in the water. The two girls had obviously been thoroughly dunked, as their satin frocks were completely soaked, and their wet hair hung down.
The Princess smiled at their high spirits, but Lady Jane, fearing she might be a little shocked at such goings on, stepped up to her and said, "Pardon their behaviour, your Highness, but they were not expecting you to come to the party". The Princess gave a little laugh and turning to Lady Jane, said, "Oh, that's alright, I don't mind, in fact it looks rather like fun". Then an imp of mischief seized her and she continued, "Why don't you join them?'. So saying, she gave Lady Jane a push and toppled her into the pool with the others.
Lady Jane was wearing an off-shoulder, ankle length gown of heavy white satin, white pumps and the usual long white gloves. She came up sputtering, in about four feet of water, and pushed her wet hair from her face. Recovering from the shock of the unexpected immersion, she burst out laughing, realizing what a joke it was, being pushed fully dressed into a swimming pool, by a Princess. The Princess, still standing at the edge of the pool, laughingly looked down at the bedraggled girl in the water and asked, "What is it like, Jane?"
Lady Jane, now fully composed, and secretly enjoying her unexpected dip in the pool in her party frock, replied, "Marvellous, your Highness". "Good", said the Princess, "Then I think I'll join you", and suiting the action to the words, she jumped into the water just as she was, black satin and tulle frock, long kid gloves, shoes and all. She just managed to keep her balance by putting her gloved arms in the water to keep her hair dry, and stood there breast deep, laughing at Lady Jane's surprised look. "Why shouldn't I swim in my party frock, if everyone else does?", she asked.
The Hon. Helen, as lady-in-waiting, felt in duty bound, to follow her Highness's example, so in her dark blue satin frock, blue gloves and shoes, now jumped into the water beside her. She did not manage to keep her balance and fell right over under the water, coming up with her hair all bedraggled and hanging down. It took only a moment, however, for her to realized that Lady Jane was right. It was a wonderful sensation to be in the water fully dressed, and feel the cool water soaking through her clothes and caressing her body, while her wet frock and under things swirled around her. Several other girls. who had been standing near when the Princess jumped into the pool with all her clothes on, felt that with such a Royal example, they were fully justified in following suit, and in all their party finery, silk and satin frocks, gloves and shoes, jumped into the pool to join the merry throng. They were followed by their male escorts. Soon the pool was full of fully dressed fellows and girls playing in the water.
Two girls who had been swimming in bathing suits sneaked out of the pool, feeling embarrassed with everyone else being in the water in their party clothes, and disappeared. The came back shortly however, having fully dressed in their satin frocks, gloves and shoes, and jumped into the water again and joined the others.
The Princess was enjoying her fully dressed bathe as much as anyone, and gaily laughed and chatted with a number of the people in the pool. She even went for a short swim, her long black gloves cleaving the water and glistening with moisture, and her long black frock trailing out behind her. After awhile she climbed out, her lovely frock and gloves dripping water, and sat on the edge of the pool, her satin shod feet dangling in the water. There was a look of ecstatic joy on her face. She was joined by Lady Jane and the Hon. Helen, their frocks and gloves also dripping water, as they sat beside her and let their feet dangle in the water. Lady Jane had lost a shoe. At a word from the Princess, the Hon. Helen went and fetched drinks, and they sat there sipping champagne, laughing and chatting while they watched the other guests in their soaking suits and frocks, swimming and playing around in the water.
All good things must come to an end, and eventually, their frock having dried, the Princess with the Hon. Helen, wished Lady Jane farewell, thanking her for such a lovely party, and departed. All the fellows and girls at the party agreed that, while most of them frequently went swimming in their party clothes, this party, in which the Princess had joined them, fully dressed in the water, had been the best party of the season.
Here is my story of the sequel of the princess swims in her party frock posted by Eddy on the 06/03/01
by Colin Roberts
The princess loved the party which happened last week. She loved the wet clothes against her body when she was in and out of the water, she just wanted to do it again.
Then later the phone rang. It was Joanna one of the ladies, who was there on the night of the party. She was just phoning to say "Thank you for a well loved night".
The princess said "Thank you as well, Why don't you come down again so we can do it again".
"When?" said Joanna.
"How about now" said the princess.
"Fine" said Joanna.
The princess asked her to bring her friends as well, if they wanted to come along.
"Great" said Joanna.
After the princess put the phone down, She went upstairs to pick out an outfit to wear in the pool. The princess picked out a red satin evening gown with matching shoes. Then she picked out her underwear which was a white silk bra and knickers. When she had got dressed, she looked in the mirror at herself, then she went downstairs. She put her matching court shoes on. Later the ladies had come to the house. The princess brought them drinks and they started talking.
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| Joanna was wearing a black party dress | Sheila was wearing a blue cocktail dress | Lisa was wearing a white evening gown | Cynthia was wearing a pink ballroom gown |
They all went outside to the pool.
They stood by the pool for a minute, then Joanna started everything off by
walking down the pool steps slowly. Her
court shoes filled up straight away.
She started to love it all.
As she went deeper, Joanna could feel the dress getting wetter. Then she just fell forward soaking the rest of the dress. She started to swim around the pool.
Then Sheila went up to the pool. She entered the pool by jumping in with a big splash.
The princess went into the pool like Joanna. She loved the water soaking her dress as she went down the steps.
Lisa and Cynthia were the only ladies who were not wet. They soon sorted that out. They held each other's hand and jumped in together.
As all of them was in the pool they started to swim around for a bit. From time to time, one by one, the ladies would get out of the pool, only to throw themselves back in again. Later they got out of the pool. The water streamed of their dresses as they stood by the pool.
They sat by the pool with the drinks the princess had fetched them.
The princess thanked them for coming down to her estate for a swim.
She also invited them to her birthday party which was not far off.
She was hoping it was going to be a wet affair.
Later, after they went home, the princess went indoors and got changed into a dry dress.
THE END
I hope you like it, Especially eddy who wrote the first story and gave me a idea to write this one. I'm hopefully going to follow it up soon, if that is all right with Eddy.
Thanks Colin
I liked the idea of Colin Roberts sequel, but I thought it lacked a bit of detail, so I loaded it into an AI story editor, chat.mistral.ai to try to spice it up. The result, after getting it to rewrite some of the duller sections and then splicing the various sections together, is presented below.
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The princess had loved the party last week, how the water had embraced her fully clothed body, the way her gown had clung to her as she moved in and out of the pool. The sensation of wet satin against her skin, the weight of the fabric as it soaked up the water, had been intoxicating. She wanted to feel it all again.
Then the phone rang. It was Joanna, one of the ladies from that unforgettable night.
"Thank you for that fantastic evening," Joanna’s voice purred through the receiver.
The princess smiled. "Thank you, it was great wasn't it, we must do it again sometime"
"When?" Joanna asked, her tone already eager.
"How about now?" the princess suggested, her voice light with mischief.
"Really? I'll be right over," Joanna agreed without hesitation.
The princess added, "And bring your friends, if they’re up for it, and don't forget to dress appropriately."
"Great," Joanna replied, and the line went silent.
Upstairs, the princess stood before her wardrobe, fingers tracing the fabrics. She chose a red satin evening gown, its colour as bold as her mood, and paired it with matching court shoes. Beneath, she slipped into a white silk bra and knickers, the cool fabric a secret against her skin. She admired herself in the mirror, regal, ready, and already anticipating the water’s embrace.
Downstairs, she poured herself a drink and waited.
Soon, the doorbell chimed, and in swept the ladies. The princess greeted her guests with a knowing smile. Each lady had dressed with the evening’s promise in mind, their choices both practical and playful.
Joanna, ever the provocateur, wore a black silk party dress, sleeveless, with a daring slit up the thigh.
"I wanted something that would cling in all the right places,"
she confessed, adjusting the thin straps of her black lace bra and matching thong. Her dark curls were pinned up with a single pearl comb, though she knew they wouldn’t survive the night.
"And no petticoats tonight," she added with a wink. "Less to dry later."
Sheila, in a blue cocktail dress of chiffon and lace, had chosen hers for the way it would float before clinging.
"I wanted to feel the water take it," she admitted, smoothing the fabric over her white satin corset and garter belt. Her blonde hair was loose, a silver bracelet jingling as she moved.
"And I dare you to try and keep your balance in these heels," she teased, lifting a foot to show off her strappy sandals.
Lisa, elegant in a white evening gown with delicate embroidery, had layered hers over a pale pink silk slip and lace-trimmed knickers.
"I wanted to feel the layers," she explained, her auburn hair twisted into a low chignon, secured with a silver clip. "The way the water will slowly soak through them, one by one..."
She adjusted her pearl earrings, the only jewelry she’d risked.
Cynthia, resplendent in a pink ballroom gown with a voluminous skirt, had gone all out.
"I wanted drama,"
she laughed, lifting the hem to reveal layers of tulle petticoats and a satin chemise. Her dark hair was swept up in a jewelled comb, and she wore a diamond choker that sparkled as she moved.
"And I want to see how long it takes for all this to collapse in the water."
The princess led her guests through the French doors and onto the terrace, where the pool area unfolded like a secret garden. The air was thick with the scent of jasmine and damp earth, the last golden light of dusk painting everything in soft hues. String lights, draped between the columns of the pergola, flickered to life as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the scene.
The pool itself was a long, elegant rectangle, its surface still as glass, reflecting the twilight sky and the flickering lights. The water was a deep, inviting blue, edged with smooth stone tiles that glistened with the faintest sheen of moisture. At the shallow end, wide steps descended gently into the water, while the deep end was marked by a graceful waterfall that spilled from a moss-covered stone wall, its quiet rush adding a soothing soundtrack to the evening.
Around the pool, plush chaise lounges were scattered, their cushions in rich velvets and silks, perfect for reclining after a swim. A low table nearby held crystal glasses, a bucket of chilled champagne, and a tray of fresh fruit: strawberries, grapes, and slices of mango, glistening as if already kissed by the water. Towels, thick and soft, were draped over the backs of the chairs, ready to envelop anyone who emerged from the pool.
At the far end, a fire pit crackled to life, its flames dancing in the growing darkness, promising warmth for later. The sound of crickets and the distant rustle of leaves in the garden completed the scene, making the pool area feel like a private, enchanted oasis, just waiting for the ladies to bring it to life.
Joanna paused at the water's edge, her silk party dress catching the light as she turned to her friends. "Well?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, as if afraid to break the spell. "Who’s first?" she challenged, rolling up the hem of her dress. "Or are we all just going to stare at each other?"
"You’re always so impatient," Sheila laughed, kicking off her sandals.
"Fine, but if I go, I’m taking someone with me." She grabbed Joanna’s wrist and tugged, sending them both tumbling into the pool with a splash. Joanna surfaced, gasping, her black dress already clinging.
"You little…!" she laughed, flicking water at Sheila. Lisa and Cynthia watched, giggling. "Your turn," Cynthia said, nudging Lisa. "Or are you too proper to jump?"
"I’m not proper," Lisa protested, but she was already backing up, her eyes on the water. "I’m strategic." With a deep breath, she dove in gracefully, her white gown billowing before the water swallowed her. She resurfaced, shaking her head.
"Oh, that’s…" she breathed, "that’s incredible. The slip is like a second skin now."
The princess, watching from the edge, couldn’t resist. "Cynthia, you’re stalling," she called. "Or are you afraid your gown will float away?"
"Never," Cynthia declared, but as she stepped forward, Sheila and Joanna lunged, grabbing her skirts.
"No…!" she shrieked, but they were already pulling her in. The pink gown exploded into a cloud of tulle before the water dragged it down. Cynthia surfaced, sputtering, her petticoats tangled around her legs.
"You’re all dead to me!" she laughed, but her eyes were bright with thrill.
The princess, finally, descended the steps, her red satin gown darkening as the water claimed it.
"Oh, this is even better than I remembered," she sighed, the fabric moulding to her body. "The weight of it…, it’s like being held."
They swam, laughed, and teased. Joanna dunked Sheila, who retaliated by pulling Lisa under. Cynthia, still tangled in her petticoats, let out a dramatic sigh.
"I’m a mermaid trapped in a ballgown!" she declared, kicking her legs. Lisa, swimming close, helped her untangle the fabric.
"There. Now you’re free."
Sheila, treading water, grinned. "I dare someone to try and stand up in this."
She attempted it, only to wobble and fall back with a splash. "Impossible!" she laughed.
Joanna, ever bold, wrapped her arms around the princess from behind. "Your gown is stunning like this," she murmured, the wet satin gleaming. "You should wear it more often." The princess leaned back, laughing.
"Only if you promise to join me."
"Anytime!"
The ladies swam and splashed until the waterfall called to them. Cynthia was the first to drift beneath its cascade, tilting her head back to let the water rush through her dark hair.
"Oh, this is divine," she sighed, fingers working the jewelled comb free and tossing it onto the poolside table. "Joanna, come here, I’ll do yours," she said, grabbing a shampoo bottle that had conveniently appeared beside the pool.
Joanna didn’t need to be asked twice. She swam over, her black dress clinging like a second skin, and ducked under the waterfall beside Cynthia.
"Get it all," she instructed, closing her eyes as Cynthia’s fingers massaged shampoo into her curls.
"The pearl comb’s history, by the way."
Sheila and Lisa joined them, laughing as they helped each other rinse the chlorine and the night’s mischief from their hair.
The princess, last to arrive, leaned against the stone wall, letting the waterfall pound her shoulders.
"This might be better than the champagne," she admitted, her red satin gown now so heavy it draped like liquid around her.
"Speaking of champagne…" Sheila said, nodding toward the bottle waiting on the table. "But first, who’s brave enough to lose the gown?"
Joanna didn’t hesitate. With a dramatic flourish, she shimmied out of her black dress, letting it pool at her feet in the shallow water.
"Your turn," she challenged, standing there in nothing but her lace bra and thong. Sheila followed suit, peeling off her blue chiffon and tossing it onto the stones. "Finally," she sighed, stretching her arms. "I’ve been wanting to do that all night."
One by one, the ladies shed their waterlogged gowns. Lisa’s white evening dress, Cynthia’s pink ballgown, and finally the princess’s red satin forming a rainbow of silk and lace on the poolside. The water felt different now, cooler and freer against their skin as they swam in just their underwear, the fabric clinging in ways that made them all grin.
"This is how we should’ve started," Lisa laughed, floating on her back, her pale pink slip and knickers almost transparent in the water.
"Next time," the princess promised, dunking Sheila playfully before swimming over to the steps.
When they finally emerged, shivering but exhilarated, they wrapped themselves in the thick towels and gathered around the fire pit. The flames licked at the air, casting flickering shadows on their damp skin as they sipped champagne and shared stories. Cynthia, her hair piled into a loose bun, leaned back in her chaise.
"I vote we make this a tradition," she said, toasting the group. "Wet gowns, waterfalls, and no inhibitions."
The princess, curled up with a towel around her shoulders, smiled. "Then my birthday party will have to top tonight."