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| F1 - Flirtatious | F2 - Squeaky Clean | F3 - Dressed for Success |
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| F1 - Flirtatious | F2 - Squeaky Clean | F3 - Dressed for Success |
My name is Jake. It was early on a warm Saturday morning in mid-summer, and I had volunteered to spend the day helping to build low-income housing. A national non-profit was coordinating the event, my employer was one of the many local businesses supporting it, and a bunch of us from work were contributing our time.
When I showed up at the job site, the supervisor was just starting to assign people to specific tasks. The heavy construction had already been completed on previous days, and the concentration was now on finish work. I didn't have any specific construction skills, so I was put to work doing interior painting. At first it appeared that I'd be working alone all day, but after about an hour a woman showed up with a brush in her hand and said she'd been assigned to help me.
Her name was Sheri, and she, like me, was in her mid-twenties. The two of us ended up spending the whole morning working together, and she was great company. Since painting walls doesn't exactly require one's full attention, we talked about everything from international relations to the State Park System. When it was time for lunch, a local catering firm donated a meal for us. The temperature had been climbing as the day wore on, and the cold drinks and ice cream were very welcome. I ate with a bunch of the guys from work, and Sheri joined us.
After lunch, the supervisor said we could choose to either switch jobs or not. I was starting to really like Sheri and was afraid she might want to spend the afternoon getting to know some of the other guys, but instead she told me, "I'm having fun with you. If you want to paint some more, I'd be glad to keep you company." Of course I agreed, and we spent the rest of the day working together. It stayed very hot all afternoon, but fortunately the air was quite dry, so with all the windows open a light breeze made things bearable.
When we finally quit around dinner-time, I invited Sheri to a party that a friend of mine was having that night. She accepted, but she had a family commitment and couldn't come until later in the evening, and I had promised to go early to help set up, so I couldn't pick her up. Instead I gave her directions, and she said she'd meet me there as soon as she could. I went home, grabbed a quick dinner, and got cleaned up. The party was informal, so in light of the weather I wore a nice pair of white shorts and a polo shirt. It didn't take long to help my friend set up all the snacks and such, and he got a pretty good turnout.
When Sheri arrived around 22:00, we immediately paired off and spent the rest of the party together. She was a lot of fun, even a little bit crazy sometimes, and was clearly as drawn to me as I was to her. She was very cute, with a medium build and height, curvaceous in all the right places, shoulder-length straight medium-brown hair, and a very pretty face. Even in work clothes she'd been attractive, but now a medium blue, soft cotton slip-dress showed off her figure even better, with a scooped neckline, a gathered bodice, a little belt of matching fabric that subtly emphasized her waistline, and a hem slightly above the knees. There was a definite chemistry between us, and for the rest of the evening I had eyes for no one else. At first we just danced, but later we went outside where it was quieter, held hands, and talked for a long time.
"I really like you a lot," I eventually told her, "and I don't usually get such strong feelings on a first date. Even though we only met today, I feel like we've known each other for much longer."
"I feel the same way about you, Jake," she replied, smiling, "and maybe that's not really so strange. Let's say the average date lasts about four hours. We spent twice that long working together today, so in terms of getting to know each other, tonight is more like our third date."
I took her lightly into my arms, and she pressed close to me. "In that case," I said, gazing into her eyes, "this is long overdue."
I kissed her gently, and she held her lips against mine for a long time. We found a bench and cuddled up to each other, touching and snuggling. I ran my hands softly through her hair and kissed her arms, and she responded in kind. We both began to get excited, and when I allowed my hand to stray down to her leg and start stroking it, she reciprocated that advance, too. However, being practically in public as we were, that was as far as we could reasonably go. We switched back to talking for quite a while, but there was still fire in our eyes.
When the topic of conversation drifted to hobbies, I mentioned that I work out with weights, and before I realized what an obvious opening I'd given her, Sheri laughed, reached over, and squeezed my biceps. "I'm not nearly as bulked up as most of the guys at the gym," I explained. "They go for maximum weight and are always checking themselves with a tape measure, but I don't think that's healthy. I go for repetitions."
"That's fine with me," said Sheri, winking. "I prefer a man with endurance."
Lacking a witty comeback for that, I changed the subject instead. "It's late," I observed, "but it's still so hot, it's probably not going to cool off much between now and morning. This would be a good evening for a midnight swim."
"Oh, it sure would be," she agreed, "and I love water. I wish my apartment complex had a pool."
"Mine does. You're welcome to come over for a swim if you'd like."
"I'd like that," she replied immediately. "The party seems to be breaking up anyway, so let's go right now. Tell me how to get to your place, and I'll pick up my bathing suit and meet you there."
I gave her directions and told her to come straight to the pool, where I'd be waiting for her. Just before we left, she pulled me close, squeezed my butt, and gave me a long deep kiss. "To make sure you don't forget about me," she told me.
"No chance of that," I assured her. "You're really special. I want to see more of you, and I want you to know I've already decided to ask you for another date."
"I'll be terribly disappointed if you don't," she replied, "and I want you to know that I've already decided to accept. But your pool is calling us, and we can continue this there."
"Continue what?" I whispered in her ear.
"Our conversation ..." she replied, with a lilt in her voice that suggested more.
"Is that all?" I persisted.
"I hope not," she whispered back. Then she pulled away. "Come on, let's get going. I can't wait to get into that water."
As soon as I got home, I took off my shoes and shirt, went to the pool still wearing my shorts, and jumped in to keep cool while I waited for her. Since it was after midnight, nobody else was there. A few minutes later she arrived, still wearing the blue dress, and carrying a little duffel bag. "Come on in," I called to her, "the gate's open."
"That pool looks great, and I've got my suit right here," she said, coming through the gate and waving the bag at me. "How's the water?"
"Stick your feet in and check for yourself," I suggested.
She set down her bag, kicked off her shoes, and walked barefoot down the first step of the shallow end. "Oh, the temperature's perfect," she said, "cool but not cold." She gingerly gauged the depth of the next step, then continued down onto it when she was sure her dress wouldn't get wet. "This is wonderful. I love the feel of cool water on a hot night."
I was standing a few feet away, in waist-deep water right at the edge of the pool. She smiled at me, went back up the steps, walked over to me, bent down, and gave me a little kiss on the cheek. "Thank you so much for inviting me over," she said. "Let me know if there's ever anything I can do for you."
"Well," I said, "if you get a chance, I wouldn't object to a little neck massage."
"I think I can manage that," she replied, kneeling down next to the edge of the pool to reach me more easily. As she did, the edge of a white slip peeked out from under her blue dress, and I started to become aroused again.
"Turn your back to me so I can reach your neck better," she instructed. I did, and she started working on me. She had a very nice touch, and although its effect was definitely more erotic than relaxing, I wasn't complaining. After kneading my muscles for a few moments, she said softly, "This is nice, but it will be even better once I get in the water with you. I should go put on my bathing suit now."
"Oh, but you'd have to stop the massage to do that, and it feels so good," I answered.
"Ok, you can have another minute," she laughed. Her hands moved to my shoulders, still kneading my muscles, and I could feel her warm breath on my neck as she moved closer.
"Better be careful, Sheri," I warned her, "my neck is an erogenous zone, and when you breathe on it like that it really turns me on." She kept massaging, and much to my delight, I could feel her deliberately breathing on my neck even more.
"Is there anything else I should be careful of?" she asked. Her question was more of an invitation, and her hands moved around to start massaging my chest.
"Yes, be very careful of kissing," I replied. "Breathing on my neck excites me, but kissing my neck would drive me crazy with desire." I started stroking her arms and hands lightly.
"Really? How crazy? What would you do if I did?" She sounded playful, but her warm breathing on my neck didn't stop.
"I'd get so hot for you, I'd probably do something wild, like grab you and pull you into the pool with me."
She nuzzled my neck. "That would be very naughty," she purred, making naughty sound nice. "You'd get me all wet, and I don't have my bathing suit on yet." Her mouth was very close.
"I know, but you're a very attractive woman and I'm strongly drawn to you. You're smart, you're fun to be with, and you're extremely sexy. If you tempt me too much, I'll want you in my arms where I can hold you tight. I'll want to run my fingers though your hair and kiss you again and again. I'll want to whisper in your ear and caress your gorgeous body. I'll want to be close for hours, but most of all I'll want to be close right away." I paused to run my fingers over her arms some more. "Actually, I want all those things already."
"It sounds rather romantic when you put it like that." She continued to massage my chest. "I love the way you're touching my arms; now you're turning me on. I really need to go change, but it's so nice being close that I'd rather stay right here with you."
We continued touching for a moment, then she continued, "You know, I'm tempted to just kiss your neck now and see what happens." She took a deep breath, pursed her lips, and exhaled directly on my neck again. "What do you think I should do?"
"Well, how wild and crazy are you feeling tonight? If you want to do something, they say there's no time like the present," I invited. "Just be prepared for the consequences." I sprinkled water on her arms and hands, then continued to stroke them. "Of course, water can be very sensual, so you might like the consequences. I'm sure I would. And you did mention something about how the temperature was perfect and you couldn't wait to get in."
She dipped her hand in the water and ran it across my chest. "Would you really pull me into the pool?" She nuzzled my neck again. "I mean, not just my feet, but all the way in?" Her lips brushed my skin. "Even like this, with all my clothes on?"
Her teasing was driving me mad. "There's only one way to know for sure, woman. One little kiss and you'll find out for yourself."
I felt her whole face rubbing against the back of my neck. "I never could resist finding things out for myself." She kissed my neck slowly and purposefully, using her tongue to make the invitation unmistakable. I turned to face her, and she sighed as I returned the kiss on her neck. Then I lifted her firmly by the waist and backed into the pool, holding her high enough so the water was only up to her calves. She wasn't the least bit distressed. "You wouldn't," she challenged, wiggling her bare feet under the surface. "You're bluffing."
"Oh, but I would, and I'm not," I replied, grinning, and began backing toward the deep end. The water rapidly rose to her knees, and almost touched the hem of her dress.
"Jake, stop," she protested, laughing. "I'm still not wearing my bathing suit."
"You kept talking about putting that on, and you had plenty of opportunities, but you never did. Instead you stayed right next to the pool, flirting with me and making it quite clear you wanted to get in the water with me -- so now you're about to."
"But my dress is going to get wet," she giggled.
"Yes it is. It's going to get very, very wet," I told her. "And so are your slip, and your underpants, and your bra. You're going to wear them all right into the pool, just like you knew you would when you gave me that hot juicy kiss."
"Oh no, please don't throw me in", she pleaded.
"You told me you love the water," I countered.
"I do, but I hate being dunked."
"Oh, all right then, I won't dunk you." I waited till she started to relax before adding mischievously, "I'll just dip you in slowly, a little at a time," then immediately lowered her to submerge a few inches of her dress. Lifting her back out, I admired the way her dress had turned a darker blue and the way the water now streamed off her hemline.
"Oh, you're awful," she said, trying quite unsuccessfully to look indignant, "getting me wet with all my clothes on, when my swimsuit is right over there."
"You're the one who was in such a hurry to kiss my neck," I reminded her. "These are the consequences I warned you about." And with that, I lowered her again and walked into deeper water.
She squealed and squirmed, but her actions had made it clear that any resistance was only pretence.
"I wanted to swim," she laughed as the water crept over her waist, "but not like this. I brought a nice sexy bikini, and now you're not even getting to see me wear it."
I lifted her up again, and relished the view. "That's ok, you're plenty sexy like this. Just look at the way your dress and underwear cling to your curves when they get soaked. This shows off your figure every bit as well as a bikini, but it's more tantalizing." My eyes lingered right below her waist, and I licked my lips slowly.
She followed my gaze, and immediately saw what I meant. "You're right," she agreed, "that is pretty revealing. Maybe you'd better lower me back in before you get too excited."
"I was planning to," I replied, dropping her slowly back to waist. "though we're not done yet, you know. Only your bottom half is wet, and it's time to soak your top."
"You might as well," she conceded. "It's obvious these clothes are what I'm going to be swimming in anyway, so it won't hurt to get them any wetter now." I carried her in deeper, and as the water enveloped her breasts, she relaxed and murmured, "This does feel good."
As soon as her shoulders dipped under the surface, I lifted her back out a bit. "And it looks good, too; just as attractive as the bottom," I told her, admiring the way her dress and bra clung to her breasts. Then I let her back down and pulled her close to me. Her arms embraced me, and we kissed deeply and passionately. After a few minutes, she slipped away and swam gracefully around the pool. When she paused to float face-down for a moment, her shapely round buttocks rose beautifully above the surface, and I couldn't resist reaching out and fondling them. She stood up and kissed me, then dropped into a back float right in front of me, deliberately giving me an even better view. The water washed over her breasts, continuously replenishing the wetness of the layers of clothing that covered but did not conceal them, and the gentle undulations of the surface made the bottom of her dress sway gently around her legs. To resist that temptation would be utter futility, so I lifted her out of the water for another passionate kiss. Finally, we climbed out of the pool. "Well," I asked her, "have you learned your lesson about not tempting me?"
"No," she answered, "I learned how much fun it can be if I do. Who knows, I may even do it again sometime."
"Even though your clothes got all wet?"
"They'll dry." Then she glanced down at herself. "But right now I must really look like that proverbial drowned rat."
"Quite the contrary," I replied. Completely saturated, her cotton dress clung to her divinely, closely and completely following the curves of both her figure and her underwear. "You look like a water nymph, emerged from the lake to seduce defenceless men."
"Really?" she asked.
She was fishing for a compliment, so I gave her one. "Sheri, you were sexy dry, but with your clothes soaked and clinging to you, you're irresistible." I took her in my arms and kissed her again. Her drenched dress felt as good as it looked as I slowly ran my hands all over her. "I love the way you look right now. I love the way you feel. You're driving me wild."
"I was kind of hoping that would be your reaction; I wouldn't want you to lose interest in me," she admitted. "And getting wet did feel great. I'm glad you pulled me in. I just hope the pool water doesn't fade the color."
"Let's go wash it out to make sure it doesn't." We returned to my apartment and took a nice warm shower together, and I've never had so much fun with my clothes on. First we shampooed each other's hair, and then I washed her dress with her still in it. My shower nozzle was on a long hose, so I could direct the spray precisely where I wanted it, and generous use of liquid soap produced ample lather. Scrubbing Sheri with my hands through her soapy, slippery dress and feeling her firm body underneath was heavenly. I made sure I washed every square inch of the dress, and did some parts more than once.
After rinsing her off, I unzipped her dress and peeled it off her, but when I started to slide the strap of her slip off her shoulder, she took my hand and stopped me.
"Not so fast," she said with an impish smile, "you haven't washed that yet."
So I gave her slip the same wash-and-rinse treatment, and she clearly enjoyed my hands sliding over her slippery body as much as I did.
"Now it's your turn," she said, before I could undress her any further. She lathered me up and scrubbed my whole body, including my shorts, with a firm but very gentle touch. Feeling her hands all over me and seeing her in a wet clinging white slip was making me very hot, and when I couldn't take much more she removed my shorts, rinsed me off, and indicated that it was her turn again.
I peeled off her slip, and she gave me that impish smile again. I picked up the soap and looked at her questioningly. She just nodded affirmatively, so I lathered up her remaining underwear. Massaging her breasts, I could feel her hard nipples through her bra. After a moment I unhooked and removed it, rinsed, and began licking and sucking her. Her hands gripped the safety bars in the shower tightly, and her body began to writhe. I applied lots of soap to her underpants, making them very slippery, and began rubbing it in.
She moaned and demanded "don't stop," so I slipped the panties down and stimulated her directly with my sudsy hands. After a long build-up she climaxed, and then took me in a tight embrace.
After she caught her breath, she whispered "time to do you again," and soaped up my boxers. She could tell I was more than ready, so she slipped them off quickly and stroked me while I came. "Now this," she said with a smile, "is what I call good clean fun."
And that little duffel bag she brought? In addition to her bikini, it also just happened to have a toothbrush and pyjamas in it.
During the week after Sherri and I met, I called her two or three times just to let her know I was thinking of her. We had set up a date for Friday evening, but on Thursday she called to tell me that an important customer at her job had a big emergency and she had to fly to Fargo for four days. (A long weekend in North Dakota? I knew she wasn't making that one up.) We didn't want to wait another whole week to see each other, so we had lunch together on Tuesday. The magic was still there, and on Wednesday I had some flowers delivered to her at work. Much to my surprise, she sent me flowers at work the next day, and I was so pleased that I didn't even mind the incredible razzing I took from the guys.
Needless to say, we were both looking forward to our next date on the following Friday night. She wore lightweight dark brown slacks that were cut just loose enough to be comfortable, and a thin, long-sleeved, light beige blouse. Of course, she looked great. I also wore slacks, with a long-sleeved shirt.
We had dinner at a nice restaurant and then went to a late movie. It was an old romance, rather corny by modern standards but also sweet, and the kind of movie that the ladies love. The armrests on the theatre seats were the type you can fold up, so Sheri and I could sit close. We snuggled and held hands through the whole movie. I gently stroked her shoulders, caressed her arms through her blouse, and ran my fingers softly across her face and through her hair.
She responded by leaning against me, slowly rubbing my chest, and letting her hand rest on my leg. By the time I let my fingertips wander to her thigh, neither of us were paying much attention to the movie any more. When the feature ended, we went back to my apartment. Our long pants and sleeves had been fine in the air-conditioned restaurant and theatre, but the night was a scorcher and now we were feeling the heat. I suggested we walk around under the stars and look for a breeze, and after some very pleasant petting and a few long, romantic kisses in the moonlight, we ended up next to the pool.
"It's so hot, that pool looks tempting," she said.
My heart skipped a beat. "Let's check it out," I suggested, taking off my shoes and socks and dipping one foot in.
She did the same. "This feels so nice I'd love to jump in, but I didn't bring a bathing suit tonight. Maybe I should go back to my apartment and get one." Her words were innocent enough, but her tone of voice challenged me to propose an alternative.
"Why?" I teased. "You didn't need one the last time you were here."
She laughed. "True, but that was different."
We were standing right next to the edge of the pool, and I faced her and took both her hands in mine. "How was it any different? It's a hot night, you want to go for a swim, and it's so late that we have the pool all to ourselves. It sounds just like last time to me."
"Well for one thing, last time I did bring a bathing suit, and that's what I would have worn in the pool if you hadn't picked me up and carried me in while I still had my dress on."
"You were flirting with me."
"I like to flirt. That was no reason to dunk me in my party clothes," she objected, but instead of sounding angry she smiled and pulled me closer.
"You wanted me to get you wet, and you didn't mind a bit that you still had your dress on. A deliberate kiss in a certain erogenous zone made that quite clear."
"Well, you do have a point, but I haven't kissed you there tonight." She took one finger and ran it along my neck.
"Not yet, but you will. It took you a while to work up to that last time, too."
"Ha," she laughed, "such wishful thinking. And how about you, Jake? Unlike last time," she said, running her hands over my chest and fingering my shirt, "I notice that tonight you're not dressed for a swim, either."
"Sure I am. The only thing that can't get wet is my wallet," I replied, pulling it out and tossing it a safe distance away. "Maybe you're dressed for a swim, too. Would anything you're wearing be damaged if it got wet?"
"No, it's all washable," she replied, smiling, "but now who's flirting?"
"I'd say we both are," I answered, "just like last time. If you'd like, I'd be happy to pick you up and carry you into the pool again." I slipped my hands around her waist and took her gently in my arms.
"Once you get an idea in your head, you don't give up easily. You really think tonight will be like last time, and that I'll wear all my clothes into the pool again, don't you?" She put her arms around my neck and kissed my lips softly.
"Yes, I do think so."
"Would it make you hot if I did?" she asked in sultry voice, already knowing the answer.
"Very hot, and I think it would make you hot too. Tell me Sheri," I asked, "how did it feel last time, when the cool water crept up your body and into your underwear?"
She blushed a little, and replied, "It felt good. It felt sensual, and sexy."
I moved my mouth to her neck and kissed her there slowly and deliberately, and she responded with a sigh and pressed her body against mine. "Kisses on the neck are a turn-on for me too," she told me. "If you do it again I just may reciprocate."
"If you do it will have, shall we say, certain inevitable consequences."
She kissed my lips again, and ran her fingers lightly across the nape of my neck. "I know, but some actions simply demand a response in kind."
"That sounds promising," I told her. "I'll consider it an invitation."
"I expected you would."
I kneaded her buttocks with my hands. "I'll bet that blouse and those slacks would look stunning on you if they were to get really, thoroughly wet."
"You'd like that, wouldn't you, Jake?" she whispered, nibbling on my ear.
I moved my hands to her back, and traced the outline of her bra straps with my fingers. "I wouldn't be able to take my eyes off you. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
She blew on my neck. "I do like having your undivided attention."
"Then what do you say we go for a swim right now, instead of wasting a lot of time getting a bathing suit you don't even need." I kissed her neck a second time. "The water will feel so good."
"I really shouldn't," she said, nuzzling her face under my ear. "This outfit wasn't made for swimming,"
"Neither was your blue dress. Surely you haven't forgotten how much fun you had in that."
She put her arms around my neck, and supporting herself on my shoulders, she picked her feet up and wrapped her legs around my waist. I clasped my hands under her bottom to hold her weight more comfortably. "You're a naughty boy," she said, "and I don't know how I let you talk me into this again." Then she planted a whole series of wet, sensuous kisses on my neck.
"And you're a naughty girl, asking for it so shamelessly." I carried her down the steps to thigh-deep water, where her legs and buns were barely above the surface. "You know, you keep ending up in this pool with all your clothes on. Maybe you should just start wearing things on our dates that you'd like to get soaking wet in," I told her.
"Maybe I already have started," she replied coyly.
I answered her with a deep kiss, and dipped her butt into the water. When I raised her up, a big spot on the back of her slacks was a much darker brown and was dripping into the pool.
She murmured "again, deeper," so I lowered her further, submerging both of us to our waists, and she tightened her legs around me. When I lifted her back up, the water streamed out of her drenched brown slacks. Seeing the dark, glistening fabric clinging to her legs and hips, combined with feeling my own pants and underpants all wet, was getting me very aroused. She kissed me, and began exploring my lips with hers, turning up the heat even more.
"Sheri, you temptress, you never intended to go get a swimsuit," I said. It was a statement, not a question.
"When we walked up to the pool tonight I remembered how much we enjoyed our first swim. Why mess with a proven formula?"
"Those slacks look great soaked. Let's see what happens when we do your blouse," I said, dropping her slowly into the water again to douse the lower half of her blouse. I raised her up and whistled softly. "You do have my undivided attention. I can see right through that thin fabric, and what a lovely sight it is." I paused, then asked, "When you put it on, did it ever occur to you that you might decide to go for a swim in it?"
"Actually, the possibility did cross my mind, so I felt rather daring when I decided to wear it on our date tonight," she told me, and then giggled. "But not quite daring enough to wear it without a bra."
"Then let's see what kind of bra you picked out," I said. "You won't even have to take anything off to show it to me." After I submerged us both to our necks, we let go of each other and stood up in the thigh-deep water, and her entire blouse was now totally transparent. The thin beige fabric had become almost invisible, and it clearly revealed a sexy, lacy, thin white bra underneath. The bra's skimpy material didn't hide much, either, especially now that it too was wet. "Oh, I approve."
"I thought you might like it. And now that I'm thoroughly drenched, I'll think I'll dive in and take that swim I wanted."
"You'll get your hair wet," I warned, deadpan.
She giggled, then cracked up laughing at the incongruity of my remark, and I couldn't hold a straight face either. When we both regained control of ourselves, she slipped into the water and swam smoothly to the deep end and back. As she stood next to me again in the shallow water, we embraced and kissed, and I let my hands slip between her legs and began kissing her breasts. "I want you," I growled impatiently.
Sheri broke away from me. "I want you too, but if anyone comes by and sees the two of us here groping each other with all our clothes soaking wet, it's going to be hard to explain."
"What's to explain? It would seem pretty obvious to me."
"That's what I mean, silly. It's fun to give you a treat, but this show isn't for the general public. Neither of us is getting any cooler doing this, so let's go where we have more privacy and get hotter instead." Without waiting for an answer she climbed the pool steps and started toward my apartment. I was entranced by the sight of the water streaming off her brown hair, her bra showing through the now-transparent blouse glued to her back and arms, her shiny wet dark brown slacks clinging sensuously to her butt and her legs, the faint outline of her panties barely visible, and water emptying out of all her clothes onto her feet. I picked up our shoes and quickly followed her to my apartment, where we both jumped right into the shower.
I was very horny and ready to pull off all our clothes, but she stopped me.
"If I remember, this is where we wash out the pool chemicals," she said, soaping me up and scrubbing me down. Once she finished and peeled off my slacks and shirt, it was my turn to completely cover her with lather. First I scrubbed her pants legs and her buttocks, and when I moved to do the front of her slacks, she merely closed her eyes and purred softly. Then I worked on her blouse, starting with the sleeves and the back. The look and feel of the soapy, slippery, smooth wet blouse under my hands was incomparable, and soon I switched to the front and gave her thorough coverage there, too. The anticipation was delicious as I rinsed her off and slowly stripped her down to her underwear. I forced myself not to rush as I worked more lather through her thin white panties and bra, but then she began kissing me. She started at my neck and gradually worked down, removing any of my clothes that got in the way, and by the time she finished we were both naked, satisfied, and very, very clean.
As we held each other close, basking in the warmth of the moment, she remarked, "We've used up almost all your liquid soap." She paused, then added conspiratorially, "You'd better buy more; you might need it sometime."
The following Monday I stopped at the warehouse store and brought home a 2-gallon twin-pack.
On our next date, Sheri came over to my place straight from work, wearing a white blouse with a nice maroon suit jacket and skirt. By this time I had completely fallen for her, so I took her out to a fancy restaurant, where I screwed up the courage to tell her she was the only one I cared about, and I asked her for an exclusive relationship. To my great relief she accepted immediately and happily. After dinner we took in a late double feature, so it was well after midnight when we got back to my apartment, and we were both feeling pretty affectionate.
"It's a little cool for the pool right now," she commented, as I unlocked my front door and let us in, "but isn't there a hot tub here, too?"
"Yes, there's a big one in the pool-house, right next to the pool. It has whirlpool jets and everything."
"I'd love to go over there and jump in for a little soak, and in the wee hours of the morning like this we shouldn't have much company." She snuggled up to me. "What do you say, handsome, are you willing to get wet with me?"
"Absolutely," I said eagerly, "I'm up for it."
"Great, let's do it. Knowing how you are around pools, though," she said, poking me playfully, "I really do need to change tonight before we get anywhere near the water. These work clothes aren't washable, and I can't afford to ruin them. But I did bring a hot little bikini that might hold your attention, and I'll only be a minute." She disappeared into the bathroom with the overnight bag she had brought.
Naturally I was disappointed that she wouldn't be wearing her nice suit, but it looked pretty expensive, so I wasn't surprised and didn't try to change her mind. Besides, one can't hit the jackpot every time, and since she was clearly planning to spend the night with me again, I'd have been a fool to complain. Instead I changed into a pair of swim-trunks and grabbed a couple of beach towels, feeling fortunate to have such a fantastic girlfriend at all.
Sheri soon emerged from the bathroom, and much to my surprise, she was wearing a red satin long-sleeved blouse, a fuzzy pink sweater-vest, a short red skirt, and thick pink knee-socks. Red sneakers and a red bow in her hair completed her outfit, and she had a towel over one arm.
"You look gorgeous, Sheri, but what happened to the swimsuit?" I asked.
"I don't want to get cold on the way over to the hot tub."
"So you put those on over your bikini?"
"No, to save time I left my underwear on. I can change into this when we get over to the pool-house." She pulled the bikini out from under the towel, dangled it in front of me, then looked at me with a gleam in her eyes. "Unless, of course, you have a better suggestion."
"How about you just leave the bikini here?" I asked gleefully. "You look so hot in what you have on now, you don't need anything else to hold my attention."
"I suppose I could leave it here, but my heart is really set on a hot soak, and I'm not going to go in nude." She stepped closer to me and kissed me lightly on the lips. "If I don't have a swimsuit to change into when we get there, what am I supposed to do, get into the tub like this?"
"Sure, why not?"
"Because my clothes will all get soaking wet if I do, silly. When I get out everything will cling to me quite immodestly, and I'll be dripping all the way back here. Even my underwear will be all wet." She stroked my arm with her bikini. "What would ever convince me to do a crazy thing like that?"
I put my arms around her and told her, "You're beautiful," then softly kissed her hand. "Your charms are irresistible." I kissed the top of her head. "You make me forget that other women even exist," I added, and kissed her forehead. "Are you convinced?"
She rubbed her bikini bottom suggestively against my cheek. "Not yet, but you're getting warm."
"No, I'm getting hot," I corrected, and kissed her full on the lips. "You're so sexy, my blood boils just thinking of you." I kissed her cheek. "I want to worship at the love-temple of your body." I kissed her ear, and whispered into it, "Are you sure you're not really Aphrodite?" I began blowing on her neck.
"Don't stop now," she murmured. I gave her a long, hot, wet kiss on the neck, using plenty of tongue. "Thank you, Jake," she sighed, "that's just what I wanted, and it feels so good," and immediately returned the favour.
"Kissing my neck like that has serious consequences," I reminded her teasingly. "You should have remembered that before you got carried away."
"I did remember. I was planning to get carried away when I changed," she assured me, tossing the bikini away. "And the consequences were just what I was thinking about when I picked out these clothes this morning."
"The water won't hurt your sweater?
"The label says 'hand-wash.' We can try it later if you'd like."
"That sounds delightful," I told her, running my hands over the front of her sweater, and lingering on her shapely breasts.
"I like to keep my man happy." She kissed my neck yet again.
"You're more than keeping me happy, woman, you're driving me insane. If you keep this up, you'll never be rid of me."
"Good, that's exactly what I had in mind," she laughed. "As long as it keeps working, I plan to keep doing it." I pulled her close for a long kiss, then took her hand and walked over to the pool-house with her. Technically it was closed but nobody really cared, and like all the residents I knew the combination of the lock so we could still get in. We walked over to the hot tub, and I sat down on the edge with my feet in the water.
"Aren't you going to carry me in?" Sheri asked me.
"No, tonight I'm in the mood for a dunk-tease. I want to watch you go in, slowly, a little at a time. Let's start with your feet." She dipped one foot gradually into the hot water, leaving her red sneakers and pink socks on, then followed with the other foot, and sat down next to me on the edge with both feet dangling in. "Does that feel good?" I asked.
"Yes, but don't take my word for it. Feel for yourself," she replied, as she lifted her feet out of the water, turned to face me, and deposited both dripping feet in my lap. Her sneakers were now a nice dark red, and they felt hot to the touch. The tops of her knee-socks were not yet wet, but the bottoms were so sopping that water ran out as I squeezed them. The warm water seeped into my trunks, and my body responded quickly to the combined visual and physical stimuli.
"Finish your socks," I told her, "but don't get your skirt wet yet." She grinned at me, then carefully lowered each foot just to the top of her sock. "Do you mind getting your hair wet?" I asked.
"No, that would feel good."
"Then let's see how wet you can get it without getting anything else wet," I said. She splashed a little water on her face and hair.
"Wetter," I told her, "that's only damp."
She smiled at me, moved to a kneeling position right at the edge of the tub, took a deep breath, and dunked her entire head under the water. After staying under for a few seconds, she popped her head back up, pushed the hair out of her face, and immediately sat down next to me again. Of course, the water streamed off her hair and down onto her shoulders. The top of her sweater absorbed most of it, but her collar began clinging to her neck.
"Very nice," I observed, "but now you're getting your blouse wet, too. Maybe you should get the sleeves wet so they'll match."
"Good idea," she replied. "My arms were getting cold anyway." She slowly dipped her arms into the water, one at a time, and the soaked red satin clung beautifully as she withdrew each arm. "Now my arms are wetter than the top of my blouse," she said. "I'd better even that up." She scooped up a few handfuls of water and poured them into the front of her collar. "That's better," she said, "and the warmth feels good soaking into my bra."
"But you're still not even," I pointed out. "The back of your blouse is still nearly dry. Let me help you with that." She pulled her feet out of the water and turned her back to me, and I splashed hot water onto the top of her back. Once her sweater and blouse became saturated, the water ran down onto her skirt, and I continued supplying water until the whole back of it had turned a dark, shiny red.
"Your skirt is drinking up this hot water," I said. "I love the way it looks when it does that. And I think we've just about taken care of your underwear, too. Let's see: front of your bra ..." I reached around and gently caressed her breasts through her clothes. "Yes, nice and sopping there. Back of your bra ..." I stroked her back. "That feels good. Back of your panties ..." She moved to a kneeling position so I could reach her posterior, and I squeezed and massaged her through the back of her dripping skirt. "Oh yes, quite soaked, just the way I like them. Is there anything we've forgotten?" She giggled, and climbed into my lap. Her firm buttocks pressing down on me through her warm, wet skirt felt wonderful. "Oh yes, just one more place," I said. She picked up a handful of hot water and dropped it into her own lap, pressing her legs together to form a little pool for it. "That's the place," I confirmed, "but it needs much more water."
She kept adding to the growing pool, and more and more
of the front of her skirt grew darker. "This is all soaking right
through," she sighed, "and I'm getting ever so hot and wet
underneath. My panties are drenched." I could now feel the water
penetrating through her clothes and into my own lap, and my already
tenuous restraint evaporated. I set Sheri on the deck next to me, jumped
off the edge into the water, and ducked under to get completely wet.
When I motioned her to join me, she followed suit, and as soon as she
popped her head back above the surface, we locked into a passionate
embrace. My hands kneaded her bottom, and hers mine; our tongues and
lips enmeshed; her pelvis and mine ground against one another.
"I know you wanted to soak," I told her breathlessly, "but if we stay here another minute, I'm going to get us arrested for public indecency. Let's go back to my apartment, right now, and finish what we've started."
"I wouldn't want to get arrested," she acquiesced, and we clambered out of the hot tub and rushed back to my apartment. As soon as the door was closed, I grabbed Sheri and began groping her. "No, no, not yet, Jake" she teased. "It's time to do our laundry. I hope you bought more soap."
"I sure did," I exclaimed, pulling her impatiently into the bathroom and turning on the shower. As soon as the water heated up, we both stepped in.
"You recall that this sweater needs to be hand-washed?" she asked me.
"Of course."
"Well, there's the soap, and I believe those are hands on the ends of your arms. I'm waiting." Not even bothering with the dispenser, I just uncapped the bottle and poured the soap over us, and soon we were both covered in thick lather. I washed her sweater, and slid my hands under it to do her blouse. I could feel her bra and nipples through the wet satin, and I resolved to get some looser swim-trunks. I rubbed soap into the outside of her skirt, and finally into the inside as well, lathering up her panties while I was there. She covered my body with her hands just as thoroughly, and then we rinsed off. She was utterly irresistible standing there in her dripping pink and red outfit, and I hurriedly pulled off her sweater, blouse, and skirt. That exposed her clinging, sopping wet, transparent white bra and panties, the sight of which nearly made me explode, so I quickly pulled those off too,
Sheri responded by untying my trunks and peeling them off. "Now that we're going steady, you can take me all the way," she told me. "I want it too, but we need to be careful."
I reached out to the shelf over the sink, retrieved a condom, and handed it to her. "A good boy scout is always prepared."
"Well in that case," she replied, as she opened the package and found an appropriate place for its contents, "your 'boy scout' is welcome to come visit me anytime."
With that I took what I wanted so badly. Of course it was rather awkward doing it right in the shower, but I was too overcome by lust to care, and we managed to avoid major injury by sliding down into the tub first so we wouldn't slip and fall. After I caught my breath, I gently untied the ribbon in her hair and removed her shoes and socks. Then we dried each other off, and I held her close and whispered in her ear, telling her how much she meant to me. "You've given me everything I wanted tonight," I told her. "Now it's your turn. You can have anything you want."
She whispered her reply into my ear, and then added, "but if you do, you may never be rid of me."
"Good," I grinned, leading her to the bedroom, "that's exactly what I had in mind."