Chad and Donna had been dating for several months when he invited her on the company ski trip. It was a well organized event starting with a chartered motor coach leaving from the office parking lot on a Friday after work. The bus was pretty much full, mostly of couples, destined for an enjoyable and romantic weekend getaway. They would be staying several miles away from the mountain in a medium sized old hotel that the group had been to for several winters now. The hotel boasted an intimate dining room and a fireplace that was always going in the lobby but the best feature was a recreation center with a heated outdoor swimming pool and attached bar. The pool was heated to about 90 degrees which meant it wasn't quite as soothing as a hot tub but very relaxing to sip an end-of-day cocktail in while you soothed your muscles after a day on the slopes.
Since they were staying away from the mountain the group had to use the bus to get to and from the mountain. Chad and Donna had befriended another couple, Jim and Susan. They had all skied together that day and on the way back to the hotel decided to sit together at dinner. As the bus pulled into the hotel parking lot pretty much everyone agreed to meet up in a few minutes at the pool to begin happy hour. Dinner was still a couple of hours away so there was plenty of time to relax and unwind. Donna, however, begged off and said that she wanted to go back to the room to get ready for dinner and would meet up later. Jim and Susan were puzzled but didn't say anything at first. Donna winked at Chad and headed to their room. Jim then asked Chad why she was skipping the pool, didn't she like the water? Chad said that Donna loves the water and said it wouldn't surprise him to see her show up after all.
About a half hour later everyone was luxuriating in the warm pool sipping on their beverages. Steam was liberally rising from the heated water that was framed by snow banks surrounding the pool. Soon Donna arrived at the pool but she was dressed for dinner, not a dip. In fact she was exceptionally well dressed. In ski country few restaurants ask the clientele to dress this nicely so most of the people were surprised. She had on a cream colored long sleeved minidress. It was rather low cut but not enough to prevent her from wearing a bra that gave her noticeable cleavage. The skirted part of the dress was a finely pleated design. If she spun like a figure skater it would have exposed most of her panties. Her hemline was rather short, exposing six or seven inches above her knee. She wore suntan nylons and it didn't take too many motions by her to see that they were stockings with white garters and not pantyhose. Her shoes were classic four inch pumps in matching cream color. Her hair was immaculate, brushed with a slight curls and bouncing like she had just emerged from hours in the salon and to top things off she was wearing a gorgeous necklace and dangling earrings.
Chad waved to her and she approached. Chad was with Jim and Susan and several others. Susan asked Donna, why she skipped the pool, it's so nice in here and there is plenty of time before dinner. Donna said that there would be plenty of time for the pool later and wanted to look her best for dinner. Chad said to Donna, Sweetie, why don't you go to the bar and get us a couple of drinks. It's not too cold out so why no hang out a bit with us? Donna agreed and headed into the rec center for drinks. Five minutes later she emerged with the round. She squatted at the edge of the pool in front of Chad to deliver the drinks which also gave everyone a pretty good view up her dress. Chad reached up but instead of taking the drinks he took her wrist and pulled her into the pool headfirst, completely dunking her.
Everyone expected Donna to surface in a fiery rage but instead she quietly came up, swam to Chad and said, you made me spill our drinks, now I have to go get some more. With that she climbed out of the pool very slowly so everyone could get a good look at her and walked slowly back to the bar. He rather thin dress now easily let her bra, panties, garter belt and stockings show through but she did nothing to hide it. A few minutes later she walked back in her squelching high heels with a round of drinks and stepped down into the pool still clad in everything she started with. With a teasing tone she said to Chad, you naughty boy, you got my dress all wet, my nylons are soaked and look at my high heels, they are ruined too! And look at my hairdo that I spent so much time getting perfect. That was such a naughty thing to do. It was becoming pretty clear to everyone else that this was planned and that they were both enjoying this to it's fullest.
After about an hour Susan and Donna got to talking. Donna had propped herself along the side of the pool while occasionally lifting her high heels out of the water.
"I can't believe you did that", said Susan, "what were you doing?"
"Well", said Donna, "after dating each other for about a month we both found out we like sexy wet clothing. I like to wear them and Chad likes to see me in them. It's really a great combination. We had planned for a while to go on this weekend but when Chad told me about this great pool I pleaded with him to let me dress up a few times to get wet. We love it and you certainly can see that everyone else did too, well at least the guys."
"You pleaded with him? You mean he didn't approve at first?"
"Not at first, this trip is with people he works with so he can't get too weird but I talked him into it. It's such as sexy feeling. Would you like to join with me after tomorrow's skiing? I bet Jim would love it."
"Well I guess it would be fun but I didn't bring anything extra that I could get wet in and certainly nothing as dressy as you have."
Donna replied, "no problem. I noticed several nice boutique shops in the base village at the mountain. Let's take a little time out of our ski day tomorrow and visit those shops to pick out a suitable 'bathing suit' for you." Susan knew Jim would love it and was now enthusiastic. Ok, let's do it, I can't wait. They continued soaking for a little while longer before dinner but now Susan couldn't wait for tomorrow.
Just as planned, Susan and Donna took a mid day break from skiing the next day and headed for the base village at the mountain. Jim was given a line about the girls wanting to window shop. Donna was more truthful with Chad telling him they intended to go pick out a nice "bathing suit" for Susan to wear later and told him to not to say anything to Jim. Fortunately for them the resort was rather upscale and the base village had quite a collection of shops and boutiques. They checked out a couple of shops that sold dresses but nothing really inspired them so they moved on. The third shop was a rather impressive and sold some very nice clothing. At first the girls put aside their real motivations and simply wanted to check out this impressive store. After a few minutes it became clear that this shop specialized in high end dresses. Most were between knee length and full length and made of elegant materials
Donna turned to Susan and said, I have an idea, let's be a little crazy and get you outfitted in one of these dresses for tonight. Are you crazy, said Susan. These dresses must be really expensive and would truly be ruined by pool water, and besides how would we explain why we were dressed in them? Donna pondered the question for a few moments and replied. Ok here is the plan. I'll buy one for myself too so we can do this together. I'd much rather get wet in one of these gorgeous dresses than the one I had set aside for tonight. We will say that we met another couple while we were shopping and they invited us to a gala reception at the resort's main hotel. They then sent us to this shop so we could "rent" formal dresses and they could get the guys outfitted on short notice too. We will show up at the pool like I did yesterday pretending that we need them to come along soon. The rest will be easy. Susan really liked the idea but still fretted about the expense. I tell you what, said Donna, if Jim doesn't react favorably to you in a soaking wet gown then I'll pay for yours myself. That cinched it for Susan. Donna figured to herself that it was a safe bet.
Since Donna was the expert on wet clothing she took the lead in selecting the dresses. Ok she said, one of my main rules of wet clothing is to wear plain light colors and thin material, that way when it get's wet it will stick to you and get a little transparent which you will need in order to let your garters and stockings show through. Garters and stockings, said Susan, why don't we just pick up some pantyhose at the drugstore. Donna went on. The problem with pantyhose is that it's pretty hard to have them show through a wet dress but if we wear stockings and a garter belt then their outlines will show much better against the thin wet material of these gowns. Our panties will also show better since they won't be underneath a pair of pantyhose. Gee, said Susan, you really think these things out don't you. With that in mind she pulled out a stunning floor length gown for Susan and sent her to try it on. A few minutes later she emerged and they headed for the mirror. Both sighed. It was white silk with spaghetti straps. The neckline began from the side and plunged to a significant V between her breasts. The built in bra cupped and lifted her breasts giving her significant cleavage. From her bust to her hips is was tight and simple and the skirt fell to the floor in a simple manner punctuated by a slit on the side up to her lower thigh. It was stunning. Susan got lost in the beauty of the dress and for a while forgot about getting wet in it. She simply wanted it. Considering that it was off-the-rack, it fit remarkably well and really didn't need to be adjusted. Perfect.
For herself, Donna had trouble making up her mind, she eventually narrowed her choice to a strapless gown. It also was silk but a light shade of tan. Unlike most strapless tops that look more like an ace bandage wrapped around your breasts, this dress had a shaped bodice that hugged her torso and flared up to an unusually low neckline that allowed a significant amount of the tops of her breasts to show. It was one of those designs that makes you wonder how it stays up and that you would bet a weeks pay would fail to keep a set of nipples from popping out . As with Susan's dress it also fit her well but she commented that she would need a strapless half cup bra to lift her breasts a bit more.
"Ok", proclaimed Donna, "now for the accompaniments."
"What do you mean said Susan, these are perfect for us what else do we need?"
Susan, when you went to your prom, did you just throw on your dress and go?"
"Well um no, there was lot's to do to get ready but this isn't a prom, we are just going to jump into the pool in these dresses."
Donna went on; "part of the thrill of this is the total package, not just the dress. We are going to do our hair, wear gloves, garter belts, stockings, high heels, makeup and jewelry. If Jim saw you in this dress while going barefoot with scraggly hair, he would like it but imagine if you were fully outfitted? Do you think he would believe you would ever get wet after going to so much trouble? Part of the plan is to be so dressed up that nobody in their right mind would believe we would purposely get soaking wet."
"Ok, ok, I see now," said Susan, "this is getting really exciting."
The dress shop what quite complete in what the offered and Donna and Susan were able to purchase elbow length gloves, suntan stockings, a pair of white garter belts and a couple of sets of necklaces and earrings. They even had a pair of five inch spiked high heel pumps to match each outfit. After signing the credit card receipt Susan gulped a bit at the total price. I have never paid this much for an outfit before and I'm going to ruin it on my first wearing but it also excited her that she was going to do something a little naughty and was anxious to know how Jim would like it.
The girls had the shop store their purchases until later in the day while they headed back to ski for the afternoon. As they walked back to the lifts, Donna told Susan that they would have to decide on a get-wet plan. Susan asked what a get-wet plan is. Donna replied "We need to decide how we are going in the pool, there are so many options. We can walk in, dive in, jump in, get pushed in, slip and fall in."
"Ah, ok, I see", said Susan, "this is going to be so cool. Let's think about it while we ski and will decide when we are getting ready back at the hotel."
Donna and Susan quickly ditched the guys after returning to the hotel. Jim was disappointed that Susan didn't want to join him at the pool but Susan reassured him that he would enjoy tonight. Donna and Susan quickly showered and blow dried their hair. Susan used a curling iron to turn Donna's hair into a beautiful wavy do. Donna helped Susan loosely pin her hair up. Susan commented that she couldn't believe she was going to so much trouble to get all dolled up to go for a swim.
"So did you think about a get-wet plan?" asked Donna.
The best thing Susan came up with was that they could deliver drinks into the pool to their boyfriends.
"Well, that isn't bad but it takes away some of the shock of a soaking and it could make it tough to get our hair wet right away."
"Why is that important?" said Susan.
"Well, we are going to a lot of trouble to get dressed up, including getting our hair nicely set. When I get wet my preference is to get totally dunked quickly, there is more shock value that way and it can be fun to make a big of a production of it. Are you game?"
Susan agreed. Donna then went on to detail her thoughts about getting their beautiful gowns and hair all wet in the pool. Susan was transfixed by the level of detail in her plan and was thoroughly impressed.
"Do you like it Donna asked?"
"Oh yes!"
"Can you remember your part?"
"I think so."
"Good then we're on."
They quickly put on their underwear, garter belts and rolled on their new sheer suntan stockings. The gowns went on next and fit just as well as they did in the store. With the garters and stockings now on underneath Susan noticed how thin her dress was, something she didn't notice while in the store.
"Donna, we need to have slips on underneath these dresses, look!."
Donna looked up and indeed confirmed what Susan said. Not only where her nylons and garters pretty easy to pick out but her panties too.
"Yup, you are right, these dresses would normally require slips," Donna paused, "what do you say we have some fun and go without them?"
"Are you serious?"
"Silk will get pretty revealing when it gets wet, these dresses may go totally transparent." Both looked at each other for a moment seemingly to dare each other to cry chicken first. Neither did.
"Ok, it's agreed then, we don't wear slips."
They added their elbow gloves, glittering earrings and necklaces and finally their beautiful new five inch high heels pumps. Amazingly they were ready to go in only a half hour. They looked at themselves in the mirror and realized they forgot one last thing, makeup. They quickly added eye liner, mascara, lipstick and a dash of rouge and stood again at the mirror.
"Oh my god!" gasped Susan, "we are gorgeous. I'm having second thoughts now, I don't think I want to ruin this effort, just look at us, do you really want to get dunked in the pool?"
"Susan! think about later, think about Jim's reaction."
Susan thought for a moment and nodded. "Ok then, let's go for a swim."
Once the girls were fully prepared, they headed for the pool. It was a little cool out but surprisingly comfortable given that it was ski season and the girls didn't want to cover themselves up and ruin their entrance. Arriving at the pool they found most of their group enjoying the very warm water with a cocktail at the ready.
Jim and Chad were talking with another couple when they noticed Susan and Donna arrive. Both were overwhelmed by the beauty before them. "Wow!", said Jim, "you look sensational, but why dressed so nicely?"
Donna went on and gave them the story about the gala tonight and hoped that once they saw them dressed up they would agree to go. Chad didn't know the story but knew Donna well enough to know her style and figured it was a ruse but played along although he was surprised that she was so elegantly dressed. She had never gone to this much effort before and he now couldn't be sure that there really wasn't a gala to go to. Jim, on the other hand, was convinced it was real and agreed to the plan. The girls told them the gala was still hours away but they would have to head back to the room in an hour or so to allow enough time to go get their tuxes rented. Fine said Jim, what are you guys up to for the next hour? Donna replied that they might as well hang out here and have a drink with you all.
"Obviously we can't get wet, but it's rather nice here."
Susan retrieved a couple of drinks and they hung out near the pool with the guys. They found a couple of dry towels and put them on chairs that they brought to the edge of the pool and gathered up the hems of their gowns a bit so they wouldn't get wet on the concrete. After about 10 minutes of chatting Donna winked at Susan which was the signal to invoke their plan.
Donna then went on and told the guys about the great tux shop they will be taking them too. Susan then said that it wasn't that great, "You just liked the cute salesman."
"What! Are you crazy! I didn't say that! You were the one flirting with him."
"Well then why did you say to him that you hoped to see him at the gala tonight?"
"I did not", said Susan.
"You certainly did", replied Donna.
Both now stood up and faced each other looking like they had gone from playful banter to serious denial. "Well if you weren't flirting with him then you wouldn't mind skipping the gala would you?"
"Why would I want to do that?"
"Because you won't be dressed for it!"
And with that Susan shoved Donna into the pool.
Donna went in hitting the water on her back and then fully submerging with her high heels the last to go under. She stayed underwater for a few moments in order to enjoy the feeling of water invading her pristine gown and feeling her toes get wet as her high heels and hose gave no protection to the deluge. She was a little surprised it took the water so long to get into her elbow gloves.
She knew though as soon as she surfaced she would have to act out the plan but she wanted to savor the moment for a few seconds. When she stood up in the waist deep water she gave a quick tug to her daringly low cut strapless top and then held her arms out as if to make a vain attempt to keep her gloves dry. She let her hair stay plastered to the sides of her face but her dangling earrings were still mostly visible. She started to walk over to the pool stairs, gasping in mock horror and shock. She walked up the stairs careful to let her dress stay glued to her as much of her as possible.
The effect was stunning. Her panties, garter belt and stockings were almost as visible as if she were not wearing a dress at all. Her strapless top however looked like it would give up their contents at any moment but somehow seemed to defy gravity and keep her nipples concealed by a thread. She was pleasantly surprised to see that her strapless half bra was showing through the gown too. She walked back towards Susan with her high heels squelching at each step.
"I can't believe you did that, you bitch! Just look at me! My beautiful gown is ruined, and my brand new high heels are destroyed."
Susan then took up her role. "Oh Donna, look, you are all wet! What a shame! And that was such a pretty dress but I bet there is still enough time to change into a pair of dry jeans and a sweatshirt. Then at least you can go tonight. I wonder though, which one of us he'd rather dance with now."
Donna retorted, "well we'll just have to even up the playing field."
Susan knew exactly what she meant and started to back away. Knowing what was coming she made a last observation to herself about how wonderful it felt to be dressed like this.
"Oh no you don't!" said Susan. "You're not getting a drop of water on this dress, not a drop."
Donna was too quick and grabbed her gloved arm with her own sopping wet glove encased hand. "Eugh! You made my glove wet, yuck! You'll pay if I can't get it dried out in time."
Susan assumed a tug-of-war type of stance to try to escape but Donna was persistent. In a crouching stance now Susan noticed that the hemline of her gown was now dragging on the wet surface surrounding the pool.
"Wait! Wwait!" pleaded Susan, "the bottom of my dress is getting wet. Stop, I didn't mean to push you in. I'm sorry, just please don't let my dress get wet."
It was quickly obvious now that Susan was at the mercy of Donna. She started pleading. "Oh please! Donna! please! don't get me wet, please! please!"
Staying on plan, Susan allowed Donna to begin to get her closer to the pool. She continued to plead. "No! No!, Please! I'll let you throw me in just let me change into something else, I'll wear anything you want."
No response from Donna. "At least let me take off my new high heels, these cost so much."
It was no use. In one motion, Donna launched Susan into the pool.
Susan remembered Donna's instructions and made sure she totally submerged so all of her hair would get saturated. She surfaced quickly, practically holding her breath from the shock. She thought to herself how strange it felt to be dressed up in an expensive gown wearing nylons and high heels standing waist deep in a swimming pool. Just as Donna did, she walked over to the pool steps and climbed out.
She resisted her first impulse to start removing unnecessary clothing such as her high heels and gloves, she wanted to experience the entire soaking experience. Her pinned up hair was now mostly undone, partially destroyed by the water but with enough of the set left over to show that there had been an effort to make it look elegant. Her white silk dress was now dramatically translucent, almost transparent and was a vision that was accented by her sparkling earrings and necklace. Her garter belt and stockings were as distinctly visible as Donna's, the lace tops could easily be seen. Her white bikini panties were also blazingly on display but at least they weren't transparent. She couldn't believe she was being such an exhibitionist.
Unfortunately the built in cups were not thick enough to mask her nipples and both breasts were pretty easily discernible but she tried not to let it bother her too much. The thin spaghetti straps however, which were functional, were being asked to hold up a much heavier gown than they were designed for but she didn't want to tug the dress up and ruin the glued on look and transparency that was currently on display. She made a mental note to try to protect the straps because losing one would most certainly mean exposure. She started walking back to Donna and quickly realized that walking in wet heels was a little perilous but she was determined to keep her sopping and squishing high heels on for the duration. Everyone at the pool was silent and expecting a fight. But as Susan walked up to Donna their production was at an end and Susan then broke out into a big grin and said "that was so cool!".
Jim was let in on the plan and was relieved it was contrived because he had gotten really mad at Donna for what she did.
"Did you like our little production asked Susan?"
"That was great said Jim, but I think I would have enjoyed it better if I knew what was going to happen."
"Really, I'll have to keep that in mind", said Susan.
Jim then asked the girls if they would like to get out of their dripping dresses and high heels and come back to the pool to enjoy some drinks before dinner.
Donna replied, "What do you mean 'get out of'? You don't like our bathing suits?"
"You mean you want to stay in those wet gowns?", said Jim.
"I'll tell you what", said Susan, "why don't you guys relax in the pool and Donna and I will fetch a couple of drinks and join you."
The guys readily agreed. Susan and Donna walked to the bar in their dripping gowns and squelching high heels and returned a short time later with drinks. Still wearing everything, they stepped down into the pool and waded over to the guys to enjoy the rest of their happy hour. Donna was rather used to enjoying being wet while fully dressed up but this was new to Susan. She and Jim were lounging by the lip of the pool and she lifted a leg out of the water and commented; "You know sweetie, I like the look and feel of swimming in nylons and high heels, how would you feel if I did more of it?"
Jim didn't say a word but responded with an embrace which included his hands exploring much of what she was wearing. Susan decided right then that wet silk and nylon was one of the most sensual feelings there was.
Donna and Chad were getting equally frisky. While they were embracing Chad managed to remove Donna's strapless half cup bra. "You naughty boy, Chad! How did you do that with my dress still on?"
Donna was not exposed but without a bra on, her top now let her nipples show through just like Susan's dress did, but unlike Susan's dress, Donna's strapless design was not as up to the task of keep her breasts covered up while sopping wet.
Both couples soon decided to head back to the room a little early. They skipped changing at the pool locker room and simply started walking back to their rooms. The girls sopping gowns, squishing high heels and wet hair made for quite a sight in the hotel lobby but they didn't care. Donna had to tug her gown up every twenty feet in order to keep her breasts from popping out. Susan was becoming lost in the moment and didn't realize that Jim's hand was around the upper part of her back and putting stress on her flimsy spaghetti strap. Soon the predictable happened and her right strap finally broke away and within a few steps the motion of walking caused the top of her dress to surrender to gravity. Jim saw it and just said in a soft tone, "Wow!" Susan looked down, saw the exposed breast, decided that she'd never felt so sexy in her life, and decided to leave it alone while they headed for the stairs.
Donna and Chad saw what happened to Susan's dress and her reaction to it. Donna then looked at Chad with her bedroom eyes and softly said, Susan is not the only one who can do that. With that she took a step backward away from Chad and gently jumped up and down a couple of times while continuing to look Chad straight in the eye. In two small jumps her breasts came completely came out of her dress, not just exposing her nipples but allowing her entire breasts to hang over the top. She didn't bother to look down to see what the result was, she didn't care, she just put her arm around Chad and continued to walk towards their room. Needless to say, apre-ski was very enjoyable.