by John Smith
Originally off the Bravenet Forum
The following story is pure fiction. Any resemblance to real individuals is completely coincidental.
I'd known Kathy (or as her close friends called her "Kath") for several years. Kathy was an attractive thirty-some-odd year old secretary with a slender build, strawberry-blonde hair and blue eyes. Kathy often wore pretty dresses and nicely tailored suits that made the most of her good looks. Kathy also had a pleasing bright smile and a good sense-of-humor to go with it. But what I liked most about Kathy was her voice. She had a sweet, yet slightly alluring way of speaking that simply swept me off my feet.
Although I had gotten to know her quite well, I nonetheless thought better of asking her out since we worked together in the same department. As fortune would have it, I was transferred to another department. Once settled in my new position, I wasted no time in availing myself of the first opportunity to ask her out. I wanted to move things along at a slow, comfortable pace so for our first date, we attended a concert-in-the-park given by the City's symphony orchestra.
The evening went off well. To begin with, there were ample opportunities for casual conversation as the sun went down and we waited for the performance to begin. After the concert, we stopped off at a local eatery for coffee and a late-night desert. It was obvious that Kathy was enjoying the evening as we talked more amidst the relaxing atmosphere of the eatery. By the end of the evening, I was convinced that the first step in my efforts to become romantically involved with Kathy were a success. My beliefs about Kathy were confirmed when she kissed me enthusiastically on the cheek, thanked me for the wonderful evening and suggested that we set up another date for the following Friday night. I was thrilled!
Throughout the course of the next several days, I couldn't keep my mind off of our up-coming date. At last, Friday arrived and Kathy and I met for dinner. From the moment I spotted her, it was obvious that she had gone to great lengths to prepare for the evening. Kathy wore a dark-blue dress with a full pleated skirt that ended just below the knees and matching heels with a strap across the instep. Her long, straight hair fell to her shoulders where it ended in neat curls and looked as though she had just come from the beauty parlor. She accessorized her outfit with tastefully-chosen earrings, a thin gold-band necklace that had a heart-shaped gold pendant, and a slim line golden wristwatch on a thin gold band. Her perfume was hypnotically sensual, but not overdone.
After an exquisite meal with all the trimmings, we went for a stroll down by the harbor. The hot July sun was just setting as we walked along the dock and we watched the pleasure boats slowly coming and going. Without any prompting from me, Kathy said "It's a nice night for a swim."
"Too bad I don't have something appropriate to change into." I replied, "You wouldn't really want to swim here with all these boats anyhow", as I had a more appropriate venue in mind for swimming now that Kathy had "opened the door" to this line of discussion.
As I drove away from the harbor, I asked Kathy if it would be O.K. if I stopped over at a friend's place briefly, as I had promised him that I would keep an eye on it while he was away. Kathy nodded her approval and smiled as she said "O.K.". Moments later, I pulled into the driveway of my friend's place. Kathy asked me if she could use the bathroom and I assented at once. I directed her to the bathroom. Kathy thanked me and I went outside to check around the heated pool and backyard to see if anything was amiss.
My heart was pounding and my mind was racing as I tried to come up with some way to coax my lovely date into the pool. Just then, I had a flash of inspiration. I walked over to one of the large ceramic planters that was near the pool and took one look back at the house to make sure Kathy had not yet left the bathroom. With all my strength, I lifted the soil-filled planter off the ground, moved it over to the pool and eased it into the water. With little effort I was able to sink the planter and it soon came to rest on the bottom of the pool. I took another look around the yard and just then heard the telltale sounds of Kathy leaving the bathroom. The light from the bathroom window disappeared and a few seconds later, Kathy emerged from the back door of the house.
"So there you are!" said Kathy as she walked over to me. "This sure is a nice place!".
"You-bet.", I answered as I looked down into the pool with a look of concern. "It looks like some kids must have come through here and dumped that planter in the pool. I'll have to fetch it out."
"That's awful that someone would do that?"
"I have a pair of swimming trunks in the car. If you give me a few minutes, I'll change and pull out the planter if that's OK with you?" In the meantime you can relax and make yourself at home."
"Sure", replied Kathy matter-of-factly. I fetched the trunks from my car and changed inside as Kathy settled herself on one of the patio lawn chairs.
I emerged from the house and waded into the pool. Kathy settled herself in one of the patio chairs and relaxed as she took in the warn moonlight night while I shoveled the water-laden dirt out of the planter and piled it in an empty bucket that I had retrieved from the garage. At last, I pulled the planter out of the water and placed it alongside the pool.
"How's the water?", asked Kathy as I climbed out the pool.
"It's great. Care to join me?", I asked with a smile.
"No, silly!", replied Kathy, "I'd ruin my dress."
"Maybe some other time then".
"You know", said Kathy, "some guys would try to pull me in the pool whether I wanted to go or not."
"Not me.", I responded.
"I know.", said Kathy, "I trust you. Call me Kath." said Kathy as she touched my arm, leaned over and gave me a peck on the cheek. Kathy quickly added, "I don't want to get any closer or I might get water-spots on my dress."
"Sure thing, Kath." I replied.
Emboldened by her affectionate gesture and heartening words I added "I would always ask first. I do have a confession to make though. My fondest wish is to escort you down the steps and into the water. All the while admiring the sight of your dress fanning out on the water like a pretty flower, then I would take you in my arms and kiss you."
For a second, Kathy looked into my eyes and I thought I had committed a major faux pas.
Then she broke out in a broad smile and said "that's kind of romantic!".
I decided to give her a little space as I did not want her to feel pressured and said, "I'm going to empty the bucket of soil and rinse it out. I'll be right back."
"I'll be here." said Kathy in a perky voice. As I left the yard, deep down I was convinced that Kathy wasn't serious about letting me walk her into the pool.
I returned to the backyard to find Kathy standing by the patio table. She seemed lost in thought as she gazed down at the reflection of the moon the calm-blue water of the pool. I paused momentarily watched as she unhooked her wristwatch and placed it on the table. My heart skipped a beat! As I opened the gate to the backyard, Kathy turned to me and our eyes met. Her eyes were sparkling, and she smiled seductively at me.
"Back so soon!".
"Yup", I replied, not knowing just what to say or do. "Did your watch stop?", I asked as I recovered my composure.
"Nope!", responded Kathy. "I was just thinking..." continued Kathy, "...about what you just said..." Kathy paused to take a deep breath. "...that was very romantic you know.". Kathy watched me carefully for some reaction.
All those years of being taught that women aren't supposed to like going in the pool all dressed-up were holding her back. I smiled at Kathy, took her hand in mine, held it up to my lips and gently kissed the back of her hand.
"So you were thinking about going in the pool?".
"Yes", whispered Kathy, "That's why I took off my watch."
"Oh Kathy", I answered in a whisper, "that's very sweet".
I continued to hold her hand in mine as I said, "I'll replace your dress and heels too."
"Heels?" responded Kathy suddenly as she sounded a bit taken aback.
"Oh no!", I thought to myself, "I overplayed it, she'll think I'm weird and back out of the whole thing."
Kathy giggled a little and said, "I was planning on taking them off. But on second thought, as long as you'll replace my heels, why not go in heels-and-all? I'm warning you though, my heels cost me fifty bucks."
"That's fine by me." I replied.
Now Kath had no way of backing out and keeping her heels dry! "All Right!", exclaimed Kathy. "Just promise me you won't get my hair wet as I just had it done today for a wedding I'm attending on Sunday.
"I Promise.", I replied as I held her hand in both of mine and squeezed it a little before letting it go.
I felt like I was dreaming as Kath held out her arm to me just like a debutante at a formal ball and said, "Would you be so kind as to escort me into the pool?"
"Of course", I replied in a gentlemanly manner as I took her arm. My heart was pounding like a base-drum as I led my sweetheart across the patio and over to the pool steps. I proceeded slowly and deliberately as I wanted to fully enjoy the moment. The smell of her perfume, the brightness of her smile, the click-clacking of her heels on the patio as she walked and the barely audible swishing of her dress and slip as she moved.
We arrived at the pool steps and Kathy disengaged herself from my arm and turned to look up at me. She took each of my hands in one of hers and we stood face-to-face gazing at each other. I leaned over and kissed her on the lips, Kathy sighed softly. By way of encouragement I whispered, "I'll take the first step down so that I can help you in."
"You're so sweet.", cooed Kathy. Still clad in only my swimming trunks, I stepped bare-foot onto the top step of the pool. The water lapped against my legs just above my ankles.
I extended my hand to Kathy, who gently took my hand in hers and then tightened her grip. Kath hesitated a moment as she studied the ripples in the pool and then finally extended her right foot toward the surface of the water. She dipped the toe of her high-heel in the water and gently moved it back-and forth before lifting her foot out of the water and watching a few droplets of water drip back into the pool from her high-heel. She giggled a little, and then gently eased her high-heel clad foot into the water. A few tell-tale bubbles broke the surface as the warm water filled her high-heel. Her foot came to rest on the pool step. Her entire high-heel was now submerged.
Kath smiled as she looked up at me and said, "You're right. The water feels nice."
Kath lifted her other foot off the patio and stepped down onto the first step. "There!", exclaimed Kathy like an excited schoolgirl who had just pulled off a naughty prank. "I've never ruined a pair of high-heels deliberately before. It feels neat, and its kind of fun."
Kathy again looked down at her submerged high-heel clad feet and the circular wavelets of water that emanated from each of her pantyhosed legs for a long moment. I cared for Kathy deeply and I wanted to reassure her, so I broke the silence and said softly, "Kath, you can still save your dress if you like."
Kathy awoke from her momentary trance, and looked at me as she said "I want to go in".
I then said, "I'll take another step down, just hold onto my hand and follow when you're ready." Kathy nodded her assent. I eased myself down onto the second step.
The water was nearly up to my knees. I sensed the added weight on my hand as Kathy lifted her right high-heel slightly and stepped gingerly down onto the second step. I was transfixed as I watched the hem of her dress spread out as it made contact with the surface of the water. Once her right foot was planted firmly, Kathy lifted her left foot off the top step of the pool and placed it onto the second step. The lowermost four inches of her dress now floated around her in a circle on the nearly-still surface of the pool. The fabric around the hem of her dress began to darken as the water soaked through the fine material.
Kathy looked up at me and exclaimed "There!, I did it!".
All I could say was "Oh! Kathy!".
It was obvious that Kathy was enjoying this as she took the initiative and said, "Help me down the next step!". I eased myself down onto the third step of the pool. The water was now more than halfway up my thighs.
Kathy was a little more confident in her footing in spite of her high-heels, and easily stepped down onto the third step as she eased herself deeper into the water. Kathy was a bit shorter than me, so the water was nearly up to the tops of her thighs. I looked into Kathy's eyes as I tried to gauge her thoughts. I knew that The third step would be a key decision point for her. Her floating skirt and slip now formed a wide circle around her and offered an exquisite view of her pantyhose-encased legs up to a point more than half-way up her thighs. I knew the next step down would soak her panties. You know a girl isn't serious about "watercourting" if she's only willing to let her legs get wet. I hadn't told Kathy about the meaning of watercourting yet, but that's getting ahead of myself.
Kathy paused to consider her options. She could decide not to go any further, as the next step would certainly soak her panty-girdle. Furthermore, if she didn't do something about her floating skirts, her date would get a bit more of a view than she was willing to put on display at this point in the game. Kathy looked down at her skirts in and wondered whether they would drink up enough water to sink of their own accord. No such luck. Kathy reached down in a ladylike manner and spread out the fingers of each hand as she pressed down lightly upon the darkened fabric of her floating skirts.
I almost couldn't believe that I wasn't dreaming as I watched my pretty date daintily submerging her skirts. Once her skirts hung almost limply against her legs, Kathy looked up at me and smiled. There was no need for me to ask whether she wanted to go on. Her sparkling eyes said it all.
I eased myself down onto the floor of the pool. My swimming trunks were nearly completely submerged. Kathy unhesitatingly took the last step into the pool. Her dress rode up a little as the water rose to a few inches above the thin-silver belt she was wearing. Kath giggled as she reached down and adjusted her skirts and again coaxed them under the water while telltale bubbles of air appeared all around her. Kath looked into my eyes and whispered , "I'm really enjoying this. Thank you."
"Thank You Kath!", I replied as I took her in my arms and kissed her. We embraced each other for a long moment and shared a passionate kiss while the water gently lapped against us.
I never wanted the moment to end, though eventually our lips parted and we stood there looking into each other's eyes. "I love you Kath", I cooed to my sweetheart.
"And I love you", said Kath in a soft whisper as she embraced me and we shared another passionate kiss.
We stood there for a few moments more and took in the warm, moonlight summer night as the surface of the pool again became completely calm. Beneath the water, Kathy's skirt undulated this-way and that as it caught the currents and eddies beneath the surface. Kath enjoyed the sensations of wading into the pool fully-clothed but nonetheless didn't want to risk ruining her hair, so she spoke softly, "I'd love to in deeper, but I can't ruin my hair just now. Would you please help me out of the pool?"
"Of Course", I replied.
I took her arm, placed my other hand at the small of her back and gently guided her up onto the third pool step. The sounds of the rippling water filled my ears as I watched Kath ascend to the third step. The "water line" where the dark, shiny fabric of her wet dress ended, and the dry fabric began was just around her belly-button. Kath took the next step up and now her limp, sopping-wet skirt and slip clung to her. Another step and nearly all of her skirt was exposed. I savored the swishing sounds that her wet dress and slip made as they brushed against her legs.
Kath finally reached the top step and turned to face me. Rivulets of water fell in a circle around her from the points that comprised the pleats of her soaking-wet dress. Her heels were still beneath the surface. I climbed up onto the top step, and once again took her in my arms as I kissed her passionately. After our lips parted, I managed to whisper "Oh!, Kath! You're a goddess."
"You're so sweet.", responded Kathy as she smiled broadly.
I took Kathy's hand and squeezed it as I climbed out of the pool and onto the patio. Kath looked down at her feet as she raised her right high-heel out of the water. Water drained from the flooded high-heel and back into the pool for a brief moment before Kathy gingerly planted her foot on the patio with a satisfying "Squiii-ish" sound. Kathy giggled slightly as the water gushed out of her water-logged high-heel, I knew she was really having fun. Kath repeated this performance as she pulled her left foot out of the water and planted it on the patio. Kath again looked up at me as she cocked her head slightly to one side and said with a smile, "There we are!".
"Kath, you're a goddess.", I cooed again as I looked her over approvingly and listened to the sounds of the water dribbling from her dress and splashing onto the patio. For a moment I was completely lost in my own thoughts as I eyed the puddle that had begun to form around her feet as the water dripped from her soaked dress and drained out of her heels.
For her part, Kathy was content to "soak in the glow" of my rapt attention to her. Kath modeled her soaked outfit for my by gracefully turning herself around slowly in a circle. Every move she made in was accentuated by the swishing of her soaked skirt and slip as they rubbed against her body and punctuated by the "squish-squishing" of her soaking-wet heels. Kathy came to a stop when and asked seductively, "You like?".
"Oh, Kath!" was all I could manage by way of an answer.
Kath blushed and giggled.
Unlike "A Wedding Day Detour" and "April's Bridal Fashion Show" which emphasized more of the slapstick elements of Wetlook, my goal in writing "Watercourting Kathy" is to portray wetlook in a romantic setting. Additionally, I hope to explore the concept of "Watercourting" which is the name I have given to the romantic aspects of courting someone and introducing them to wetlook. Subsequent chapters will explore this further.
I would also like to say that I am thrilled at the level of outstanding participation in this forum. Everyone is making excellent contributions. I can only hope that my attempts at prose are of general interest to all. As always, I hope you enjoy reading my stories as much as I enjoy writing them.
The following story is pure fiction. Any resemblence to real individuals is completely coincidental.
I took Kathy by the hand and said, "How do you feel? Are you cold? Can I get you a towel?"
"It's such a warm night that I feel fine for now. Thank you. In fact", continued Kathy, "it's kind of nice. I like the feeling of my wet-silky things against my legs as I move around."
"Would you like me to show you around the estate?" I asked.
"Sure!", replied Kath with a perky smile.
I took Kath's hand and walked her around the expansive yard. Stopping every now and then to point out the expensive landscaped plants and other niceties. As we strolled along, I reveled in the soft swishing and squishing sounds that came from Kath's soaked outfit and heels. Saving the best part for last, I led Kath to the ornate gazebo at the back of the property. I guided my sweetheart up the two steps that led to the inside of the gazebo. As anyone whose ever been around a woman in a soaked dress would know, the swishing sounds that accompanied her movements became more pronounced as she ascended the steps.
Once inside the gazebo, Kath briefly turned back to gaze upon the luxuriously landscaped yard, and then turned to face me. Kath threw her arms around me and kissed me passionately. "Thank You!", she cooed in my ear. Before tonight I never would have thought so, but taking me in the pool has brought me to a new realization of just how romantic being with you can be.
"Thank you darling.", I replied softly.
We stood there a few moments just gazing at each other while I listened to the drip, drip, dripping of water from the hem of Kathy's dress as the droplets splashed upon the wooden floor of the gazebo. I glanced down at Kathy's feet and saw a puddle forming beneath her. Ah what glory. Recalling that there was a bench just inside the gazebo I spoke up and said, "Oh! where are my manners! Would you care to sit down?"
"Thank you.", replied Kath pleasantly. Kath smoothed out the back of her dress and lowered herself daintily onto the bench before crossing her legs and demurely folding her hands in her lap. It almost seemed as though wearing a soaking-wet dress had become second-nature to her. We sat together quietly for a few moments. I was pleased that Kath seemed to be content. Just then, I saw Kathy raise her arm up to her face as she sniffed the material of her sleeve where it had gotten wet with a look of slight distaste.
"Something wrong?" I asked.
"Nope", answered Kath somewhat unconvincingly. As a result of years of "watercourting", I knew just what the problem was.
"Chlorine a bit strong?" I pressed on. "Yeah", admitted Kath with a look of relief.
"I think I can help you out there. Let's go back to the patio." I escorted Kath back to the patio, picked up one of the plastic lawn chairs and placed it away from the table. "Just have a seat and I'll be right back."
"O.K.", replied Kath with a smile. I went around the side of the house, turned on the hose and adjusted the hot/cold taps to be lukewarm. I also placed a special nozzle on the end of the hose, one that let out a fin-diffuse spray like that used to water delicate flowers. Kath heard me adjusting the hose and had a pretty good idea what she was in store for her as I made my way back to the patio, trailing the hose behind me.
"You're not gonna rinse out my dress are you?" asked Kathy.
"Only if you want me to", I replied.
"Why not?!" responded Kath. "After all, everything's already wet anyhow. Just remember to leave my hairdo intact" cautioned Kath as she smoothed out her dress and folded her hands in her lap.
"But of course", I replied.
I unleashed the warm, gentle, streams of water onto her abdomen. Kath relaxed as the warm water hit it's mark and again soaked her panty girdle, slip and dress. I did a thorough job of rinsing off her forearms, her skirt and even her heels.
"Thank You.", said Kath as she sat contentedly in the lawn chair as I soaked her down. I asked her to stand up so I could properly rinse off the back of her dress. Kath obligingly stood up and turned around for me. I loved the shiny look her dress had taken on again now that it had been freshly wet-down. I played the hose up-and-down her skirt for a few moments longer and then stopped. "There", I said, "How's that."
"Much better, Thank you again." replied Kath.
"You're very welcome", I replied. I put the hose away and returned to find that Kath had moved the lawn chair back over to the table and was sitting there quietly awaiting my return.
"You Know", said Kath off-handedly, "Before tonight, if anyone had ever told me that I would be thanking you for watering me down "heels, dress and all" I would've believed them crazy. Yet I liked it. I'm beginning to believe that I like being wet, at least when you're the one getting my outfit wet. I liked how gently you watered me down."
"Oh Kath!" I replied, "I watered you down with an attachment they use for watering pretty garden flowers. After all, you're my pretty flower."
"That's so sweet", cooed Kath.
"Would you like a cup of tea?"
"That would be great", replied Kath. I went inside to brew the tea. Through the kitchen window I watched as Kath discreetly wrung some of the water from her dress. A few moments later I returned with tea for both of us and we sat quietly together drinking our tea and enjoying the moonlit summer evening.
Kath and I made small talk for a while, but like all good things the evening eventually came to an end. Kath mentioned that she still had a few last-minute things to take care of tomorrow so that she could be ready for her friend's wedding on Sunday. With that, I rose and helped Kath to her feet. Kath embraced me and kissed me. "I've had a lovely time, you know" she said. "Me too", I replied. I excused myself for a moment as I went inside to retrieve a large plastic-bag. I returned and walked Kath to the car, placed the bag over the seat and helped her in. By now, there was only the occasional drip of water from her dress and the squishing sounds from her heels had become muted as the water had almost completely drained from them.
Still clad only in my swimming trunks, I drove Kath home. Again I reiterated my promise to replace her dress and heels as I wanted to encourage her not to worry about ruining her things. When we arrived at her house, I walked her to the door and we embraced again as we said our good-nights. Kath said that she wanted to see me again tomorrow night but nonetheless had her prior commitment to her friends' wedding. Her final words were, "I'll give you a call Sunday".
As I went home that night, I was at once elated and depressed. I had had a great time with Kath and wanted to follow it up with another date the next night. With Kath tied up by her other commitments, I was uneasy that she might "cool down" upon further reflection and decide that dating me and "being watercourted" were not her cup of tea.
On Sunday, I drove back to my friend's house to check things out and to pick up the clothes I had left there on Friday. Again, it was a stifling hot day. The afternoon passed quietly as I tidied up a few things around the yard, put on my trunks and enjoyed a relaxing swim in the pool. As the afternoon wore on, I dosed off as I floated around in the pool.
I was awakened by the ringing of my cell-phone in the late-afternoon. As luck would have it, I was able to scamper out of the pool and get to my phone quickly enough to answer what I hoped would be a call from Kath.
"Hi!!", came Kath's voice as I opened up the phone.
"Kath, how are you? How'd the wedding go?", I asked.
"Oh fine.", replied Kath. "I missed you, you know. All through the ceremony and reception I kept thinking about you."
"Oh, Kath! Ever since Friday you've been on my mind all weekend."
"That's sweet.", replied Kath. "Where are you now?"
I'm at my friend's house, the place I took you to on Friday night. Just tidying up a few things.
"Hmmmm", responded Kath.
"I've got the money to pay for you dress if you'd like to pick it up."
"Don't worry about it. You won't believe this, but after I got home on Friday I stepped into the shower and rinsed my things out again, heels and all. I hung everything up and it all looks fine. You know, the reception is winding down now that my girlfriend and her new husband have left. Mind if I drop by?"
"Not at all, Kath.", I replied as I swooned in anticipation of what might turn out to be a promising day after all. I gave Kath the address and directions and Kath told me she would be here in about an hour. I knew that Kath had eaten at the reception so I quickly went out for some burgers and returned to eat while I awaited her arrival.
Kath phoned just after I finished my meal to ask for some clarification as to the directions. After I hung up, I suddenly felt very warm. Perhaps the combination of rushing through my meal and the anticipation of seeing Kath again along with the steamy hot day were beginning to get to me. So I waded into the pool and let the water lap over me. I wouldn't think of swimming as I had only just eaten. As I relaxed on the float, my thoughts again turned to Kath. I was thrilled that I would see her again so soon, but my mind also turned to other thoughts. I remembered Kath mentioning on Friday that she was to be a bridesmaid at her friend's wedding. I wondered whether Kath had stopped by her and changed out of her bridesmaids outfit. As a veteran of "watercourting", I figured it would be next to impossible to could coax her into the pool in her bridesmaids outfit even if she didn't have time to change. But there's always hope.
I dosed off again only to be awakened by the sound of a car horn as someone had pulled into the driveway. I couldn't tell how much time had passed, but from the angle of the sun I knew that at least a a half-hour had gone bye. I was convinced that Kath had stopped off for a quick change on her way over. "Hello!", I heard Kath call out to the accompaniment of the squeaking of the yard gate. "I'm back here Kath", I called out in response. The next thing I heard was the unmistakable click-clacking of high-heels on cement. My heard skipped at beat!
Kath rounded the corner of the house and smiled as she waved to me. "Hello Kath", I said almost in a trance. There stood Kathy, fully decked-out in her bridesmaids outfit. My heart sank when I saw the gym-bag that hung from her her left hand. Nonetheless, I scampered off the float and climbed out of the pool to greet her. I slowed down as I approached Kath and said, "I'd love to hug you Kath, but I wouldn't want to your things all wet." as I took her hands in mine.
"Thank You.", said Kath softly as she leaned over and gave me an affectionate peck on the lips. "Give me a few minutes and I'll be ready to join you."
"Certainly", I replied as I did the best I could to hide my disappointment and let go her hands.
This was the worst case scenario. Kath had given me an eyeful of her pretty bridesmaids outfit, only to dash any hope that I might coax her into the pool. My experience had told me that you can't expect to "watercourt" your girlfriend on two consecutive dates. My greatest fear though was that that Friday night had been a one-shot deal. I know some guys who wouldn't have held back, they would've scooped her up on the spot and carried her down the steps and into the pool, or perhaps they would have tossed her in outright. But that's not what I wanted. I loved Kath and wanted her to feel completely at-ease around me. Besides, one of the basic tenets of "watercourting" is that although it's O.K. to coax her into the water, it's never appropriate to use brute force. Nonetheless, I couldn't help but contemplate upon the image of Kath as she stood before me only a moment ago.
As I paused to reflect on Kath's appearance, other details stood out in my mind. Kath looked as though she rushed over from the wedding without pausing to freshen-up her hair and make-up. You know how sometimes the women start to wilt a little toward the end of a long wedding reception. Especially when it's held out-of-doors on a hot day. To my thinking, a dip in the pool would be just the thing to reviving my wilting flower, Kath. But I wouldn't blame her at all if all she wanted to do was step out of her formal duds and into her swimsuit so she could unwind a little in the pool. Despite her slightly wilted appearance though, Kath was still a knock-out.
Kath stood in the bathroom and looked herself over in the mirror. It had been a long hot day and she was glad the reception was finally behind her. She had stopped off briefly at home to pick up her swimsuit, sandals and a towel. Kathy reflected on the events of Friday night. The dress she had worn was now hanging from a hook behind her bedroom door at home and looked none-the-worse for wear. Even the heels looked no different after she had air-dried them overnight. While Kathy was pondering all this, she had automatically begun to undress in anticipation of donning her swimsuit and joining her boyfriend in the pool. She had already stepped out of her heels, unzipped her dress and hung it up, and was about to remove the fancy silk-and-lace petticoat when another idea hit her. "Why not?", a voice inside her said. "After all, you're never gonna wear this outfit again. You've got half-a-dozen bridesmaids outfits in the closet that just sit there. So why not? Even if everything gets ruined, it might be fun."
Kath exhaled and looked herself over for a long moment. "I can't believe I'm thinking this, but while I'm thinking it over, the least I can do is to freshen up my make-up a little and touch-up my hairdo a bit. I mean, after all I can still back out."
Kath went into her bag and brought out her make-up kit and hairbrush. She rearranged her hair a bit and touched-up her make-up. "You don't have to do this!" called out a voice from within. "Just change into you swimsuit and take off that make-up." But the tigress within her said, "Go for it. Time to step into that pretty dress!". Kathy stepped into her dress, zipped herself up and tied the elegant bow around the back. She stepped into her heels, and re-buckled the straps. As a final measure, Kath re-applied her perfume and gave herself one last look-over. I can't believe I'm getting dressed-up to go in the pool! I must really be in love. Besides, I could tell how disappointed he was that I wouldn't be going in the pool all-dressed-up even though he did his best to hide it.
Kath seemed to be taking a long time to change into her swimsuit. I went inside, put the local classical music station on the FM stereo, and switched on the speakers in the backyard. I emerged from the house, reclined in the lounge and closed my eyes as I became engrossed in the music. I thought I was dreaming when I heard the back door swing open and the click-clacking of heels. I opened my eyes but could've sworn that I'd been dreaming.
"Hi!" said Kath as she beamed at me. All the while I'd thought Kath had been changing into her swimsuit when in fact she'd preened herself, freshened-up her make-up and re-applied her perfume. I opened my mouth but was at a loss for words.
"Is the pool still open or am I too late?" inquired Kath as she cocked her head slightly to one side.
"Oh! Kath!", was all I could muster by way of an answer.
Undaunted, Kath went on, "I was thinking about this all through today. I DID bring along a swimsuit and sandals with me and I had every intention of changing when I came here. Kath paused to take a breath as she studied me momentarily before going on. I even laid out my things inside but ... I changed my mind! After all, I really did enjoy going in the pool the other night with you and besides, even if I ruin everything I really don't mind. I mean, nobody I know ever wears the same bridesmaids outfit a second-time anyhow. And lastly, ...", continued Kath, "I saw your eyes light up when I came around the corner. When I said I wanted to go inside you looked so disappointed, yet you were such a gentlemen. Lots of guys would've picked me up, slung me over their shoulders and carried me into the pool. Lastly but certainly mostly, I've REALLY fallen for you."
What could I say, I took her hands in mine, raised them up to me and kissed her hand as I looked into her sparkling eyes.
"Kath I love you so!" I cooed to her.
"Oh! Sweetheart", whispered Kath softly as she I let her hands go. Kath threw her arms around me and hugged me as she passionately kissed me on the lips. Eventually, our lips parted and Kath looked into my eyes as she said, "So do you like my choice of swimwear?"
"Kath, it's as though you've walked out of a dream."
Kath drew back from me a few paces and pirouetted in a circle so I could have a good look at her from all sides.
"Perfection!", was all I could say. What other words could apply to the outfit Kath was wearing. The theme of the wedding was the 1950's and as such, Kath was wearing a pink bridesmaids dress with puffy shoulders and ruffled three-quarter length sleeves. The very full skirt resembled a wedding-cake in that it had four layers that each ended in a thin white-laced hem. The bottom-most layer of her skirt ended just below her knees and she wore matching high-heels with flesh-tone pantyhose.
"So", continued Kathy, "the only thing I haven't decided just yet is just how I'd like make my entrance. You could walk me in like we did the other night, or carry me in, or I could go for it and take the plunge right off the diving board."
"Kath, with you heels on I'd feel terrible if you lost your balance and got hurt trying to use the board.", I said out of concern for her safety. Which brings to mind another rule of "watercourting": Never endanger the safety of your sweetheart when you engage in water-play.
"All right", said Kath, "I think I'd like to jump in, feet-first from the side."
"Hmmmm.", I replied.
Kath went on, "all I know is that a girl can get really warm standing around out in the sun wearing a formal dress and all these layers of petticoats. That pool is looking more inviting by the minute!"
"I'd love to see you jump in feet-first."
"Fine", replied Kath with a perky smile. "I'm going over to the other side of the pool and I'll lime myself up with the four-foot mark. This way, I won't have to worry about trying to tread water with all these layers of silk and lace."
Before I could reply, Kath turned on her heel and click-clacked her way around to the other side of the pool. I can't begin to describe how her dress and all those layers of lingerie swished back-and-forth as she moved, and this was with everything still dry! Kath walked along the other side of the pool until she came to the four-foot mark. Kath turned to face me, waved to me, smiled and blew me a kiss. She shrugged her shoulders as she exhaled and worked up her nerve. For any woman who'd been taught from childhood that girls aren't supposed to enjoy going in the pool all dressed up, this had to be a challenge. Kath took a few steps backward so she could get a running start. As I waited for her, it seemed as though the entire world had grown silent except for the pounding of my heart. Kath placed her hands on her skirt and gathered the material slightly with the idea of preventing her skirts from blooming outward as she jumped into the pool. Kath took another breath and then fixed her resolve. She took two quick-steps and leapt forward as she rose half a foot off the ground. Kath seemed to move in slow-motion as she came down toward the water.
I heard a squeal of delight and surprise as she hit the water. Her heels disappeared beneath the surface and water flew up toward her ballooning skirts. Despite her efforts, the voluminous skirts and petticoats caught the air and rose up around her on all sides. Then in an instant, Kath hit the water. Kath disappeared from sight as her head went under for a brief instant. Kath emerged a split-second later sputtering water and laughing hysterically. There stood Kath in the pool, her billowing skirts formed a wide circle around her. Some parts of skirts were buoyed up sufficiently that they were still dry, that was to change in short order as Kath set to work submerging her skirts while I looked on in rapt attention. After a good deal of effort on her part, Kath's skirts at last began to sink beneath the surface of the pool, although they continued to undulate in various directions beneath the surface.
Kath snapped me out of the dreamlike trance I was in by shouting "Ta Da! How's that for making a splash?".
The following story is pure fiction. Any resemblance to real individuals is completely coincidental.
I jumped into the pool and swam over to my darling. I took Kath in my arms and embraced her as I kissed her passionately. We kissed for what seemed like a long time when at last our lips parted. Kath smiled at me and brushed some of her wet hair from her face. "Sorry about your hair Kath.", I said.
"Now that I've made it past the wedding ceremony its no problem. I have a confession to make. I was tempted to go in all the way on Friday and it took all my resolve to keep my hair dry. What now my love?"
"They're playing a minuet-movement on the radio, shall we dance?", I replied.
"Yeah!", answered Kath enthusiastically. I danced my sweetheart around the pool a few times in sync with the music. When the movement ended, Kath stood there before me, the water nearly up to her shoulders, her long hair floating on the surface of the pool. "How about I put you on the float for a while?", I asked.
"Thank you, that sounds nice." said Kath. I lifted Kath up and settled her on the onto the float. Kath relaxed and looked up at the cloudless sky. Kath paddled about for a few moments before she turned to me and said "Time for a swim!" as she rolled off the float, disappeared beneath the surface of the pool and re-emerged. Kath paddled around for a few minutes in the shallow end before heading for the side of the pool. "Wow", said Kath when she reached the side, "It's a new experience swimming in an outfit with all these layers, maybe next time I'll try it in something a bit lighter. But then again, it's kind of fun so maybe I'll stick with layered formal wear. I think I'll climb out now". She paddled over to the steps and began her ascent out of the pool.
Words can hardly do justice to the sight that revealed itself to me as Kath ascended the steps and emerged from the pool. Her long hair now hung straight down her back. Her dress was now a darker shade of pink, almost a light strawberry color. Her once-full skirt hung-down somewhat limply and resembled a conventional dress as a result of the water that weighed down her petticoat . Kath took each step slowly and deliberately to the accompaniment of slosh-sloshing sounds as all the soaked layers of silk and lace rubbed against each other and against her legs. When Kath at last set foot on the patio, she turned around slowly to face me and folded her hands neatly in front of her while she smiled broadly. Water cascaded from each layer of her skirt to the next until at last around the hem it looked as though a veritable waterfall poured down around her.
Over the years I had come to know that some women sort of went along with the idea of "watercourting" but really weren't into it. At this moment, I realized I had no worries on this score as far as Kath was concerned. It had taken a some careful coaxing on Friday night to get her into the pool. But now it was obvious to both of us that Kath was having a glorious time with me, and that "watercourting" her made it all the better.
I climbed out of the pool and took Kath in my arms. We embraced and shared another passionate kiss as the water continued to pour from her sopping-wet bridesmaids outfit. Our lips parted and we ended our embrace. We now stood facing each other, me holding both of her hands in mine. "Oh! Kath!", was all I could say.
"My wet things feel like they weigh twenty pounds. May I wring out my dress a bit?" asked Kath.
"By all means." I replied.
Kath reached down and gathered some of the material of her skirt and petticoat in both hands. She squeezed the material and a stream of water poured down onto the patio and over her high-heels. Kath saw by the look in my eyes just how much I was enjoying what was happening. Just when I thought it couldn't get any better Kath asked "Say, I could use a little help. Wanna help me wring out my things a little?"
"Kath, I'd love to.", I stammered.
Kath took my hands in hers and gently placed them on the front of her skirts, she guided my fingers as she gathered a batch of material from her skirt and petticoats in my hands and then said, "Now squeeze, but be gentle!"
I can hardly describe the feel of the wet-silky material of her skirt in my hands as I applied gentle pressure and the skirt went shiny as the water emerged from the soft-silken fabric. The sound of the water being wrung from Kath's outfit was like a "squeesh-squeeshing" noise as another torrent of water poured down over her panty-hosed legs and water-logged heels. Kath let out a squeal of delight. My head was swimming and I was almost ready to faint! And so it went on for quite some time, as Kath and I took turns wringing water from her outfit until we had traversed the entire circumference of Kath's skirt. Standing back from her, I could see that her petticoats had bounced-back somewhat, having been relieved from all the weight of the water and her skirt now looked fuller.
I was so overwhelmed by everything else that it wasn't until Kath picked up her compact off of the table and looked at her make-up that I even noticed how her brief dip in the pool had caused much of it to run.
"Oowww! My make-up.", said Kath as she looked up at me.
"Kath, you're so beautiful. You're my water-goddess and if anything a few smudges in your make-up make "watercourting" you even more fun." "Watercourting?", asked Kath suddenly.
"Oh! No!", I thought to myself, now I'd blown it big. How could I ever explain watercourting to Kath.
"You'll have to tell me more about this.", said Kath as she took a seat in the lawnchair and crossed her legs.
"Well", I said as I took a deep breath. I've found over the course of dating that sometimes you wind up in situations where your date winds up getting her outfit wet. You know, walking in the park and suddenly a rain shower breaks out, or at a wedding someone falls in the fountain. I've even been to parties where one of the women ends up in the pool fully-dressed in a nice outfit. Before you know it, she's joined by others. And some of them actually go in under their own power once the first woman has "broken the ice" so to speak. Anyhow, I know this may sound odd to you but I've discovered that in many ways a woman is, if anything, more attractive when she's wearing something nice and winds up soaking-wet.
I paused for a few seconds and scrutinized Kath's face for some hint of how she was receiving all this.
To my relief, Kath took one of my hands in both of hers and held it tightly. Kath wanted me to open up to her and was genuinely interested in what I had to say.
I pressed on, "Like I said to you the other night, I'm not one of those brutes who picks up a woman and tosses her in the pool against her will. Instead, I believe that soaking down a well-dressed woman whom you have genuine feelings for adds an element of sensuality that only enhances the warmth between two people. Not that I want every date to end-up with my girlfriend soaked from head-to-toe. That would become too predictable. It's just that sometimes the mood and the setting, and her outfit are just right. Like what happened on Friday when you mentioned how it would be a nice night for a swim."
Kathy blushed a little.
I went on, "I've heard this scores of times before and I'm sure you probably went through the same thing. I mean as a girl growing up I'm sure that you were taught that women aren't supposed to enjoy getting wet or messy anytime, whereas boys can pretty much do as they please. Some women need a little coaxing, but then discover that it's fun and romantic to dance in the pool or relax in a hot-tub all-dressed up. In a way, the fact that I have to coax my dates into wet-play situations makes it more challenging and heightens the pleasure of what I call "watercourting". As time goes on, I've found that some women find fully-clothed wet play to be more fun than wearing a swimsuit. After all, women seem to be very self-conscious about swimsuits as swimsuits leave little to the imagination. Whereas a fully-clothed woman in formal attire serves to stimulate the imagination and to enhance her desirability.
I finally stopped talking and waited for some verbal response from Kath.
Sensing that I was done Kathy asked, "So you enjoy getting getting pretty women all wet when they're all dressed up because it makes the romantic experience more intense for you?"
"Initially I suppose "watercourting" makes it more intense for me, but it's only really enjoyable if the person I'm with comes to enjoy it as well. I like every other aspect of dating just as much as most guys, but I find that the challenge of coaxing you into the water, the sight of your pretty things floating around you in the pool, the shine of the soaked material and the sounds that your sopping-wet dress and shoes make when you get out of the water when all tolled up takes things to another level. All this happens without pressuring anyone into something more intimate, unless of course that's what both people want." You could say that 'watercourting' is good, clean fun."
"Well", said Kath. "All I can say is here I am, sitting in a lawnchair, my hairdo ruined, my make-up running, I'm wearing a sopping-wet bridesmaids outfit and my high-heels are filled with water. And I like it. No, I LOVE it."
"After all, I did have the option of changing into
my swimsuit
but instead decided to go in the pool as-is. And the truth is
that before
you ever said any of this to me, part of the thrill was the
sheer naughtiness
of dunking myself when I'm all dressed up. I KNOW mom would disapprove.
Not only did I like going in the pool, but on Friday I
discovered that I
kinda liked being wet and walking around in my wet-things."
Kath kissed
my hand. "I love you. And being "watercourted" by
you makes it all the
more special for me."
Kath stood up and for a moment I thought she was about to
leave when she smoothed out the back of her bridesmaids dress
and eased
herself down onto my lap.
"There" said Kath as she put her arms around me. I stroked Kath's long, wet, slightly sticky hair and we looked into each other's eyes as we basked as our shared body-warmth penetrated Kath's soaked outfit. "My hair's still a bit sticky from all the stuff the beautician squirted into it this morning when she put the finishing touches on all the girls in the bridal party. I wouldn't mind if you rinsed out my hair. Aren't you going to rinse me off with the hose?", whispered Kath as she kissed me affectionately.
"I've got a better idea", I replied. "Since you've got your hair, all those layers of silk and lace, and pretty heels to rinse out, how about we go inside and stand you under the shower."
"I'd like that", cooed Kath.
Kath eased herself off my lap and I got up out of the lawnchair. Almost spontaneously, I scooped Kath up in my arms and carried her inside the house. After we got inside, I carried her into the bathroom and gently set her down on her feet, in the shower. Kath stood demurely in the shower and waited as I turned on the water and adjusted it to a comfortable temperature. I turned on the valve that activated the shower. Kath closed her eyes briefly as the water began cascading down over her and them re-opened them as she laughed giddily and pulled me in with her. We lovingly embraced for a long time under the shower. After our embrace, Kathy said breathlessly, "I can't believe I'm standing here, heels, dress and all!" as she embraced me again and kissed me. "What now Darling?" asked Kath.
With renewed confidence, I decided I'd try for something that I'd been toying with for a long time since the moment seemed to be just right.
"You did mention that you'd like to rinse out your hair. While we're at, how about I throw in a wash as well. Got any shampoo?", I asked.
Kath looked up at me and laughed as she said, "It's in my gym bag."
"What about my dress and heels?", inquired Kath as she briefly looked down on her shiny-wet bridesmaids outfit and soaked-shining heels.
"It's all included in the service free!", I said confidently, "We'll wash you down, heels, dress and all."
"I'll be right here!", replied Kath excitedly.
I darted out of the shower, rifled through Kath's gym bag and returned a moment later armed with a big bottle of shampoo in one hand, and a small hard-plastic stool in the other. After all, as a gentlemen the least I could do was to offer Kathy a seat while I tended to her hair. I caught my breath when I returned to the bathroom and got a good look at Kathy. My sweetheart resembled a living fountain as she stood there under the shower! Water pouring down over her head, cascading down over the bodice of her dress and the ruffles that comprised layers of her skirts, finally pouring off the hem of her shiny sopping-wet skirts.
Kath brushed back her hair and gave me an inviting grin as I approached her and said in a gentlemanly voice , "May I offer you a seat?"
Kath covered her mouth as she giggled a little, nodded her assent and curtsied to me. Kathy stepped aside as I placed the stool down directly under the stream of water emanating from the showerhead. She smoothed out her dress, settled herself on the stool and looked up at me expectantly. I leaned down to Kath and politely said, "Mademoiselle, with your permission I'm going to turn off the water for a moment so I may properly lather up your lovely hair."
"Thank you!", said Kath in her sweetest tone of voice. I turned off the shower and took up a position standing directly behind my soaked, seated sweetheart. With trembling hands I opened the bottle of shampoo and said in my most gentlemanly voice "Mademoiselle, I must warn you that I really should drape your lovely dress to protect it from the suds."
Kath caught on and replied, "That won't be necessary, thank you.", in a mock high-brow voice.
I deposited a good-sized glob of the scented-goopy mixture onto the top of Kath's head and placed the bottle on the shelf (as I planned on using even more later). Kath relaxed as I began to methodically work the gooey shampoo it into her long hair. It was fine smelling, and almost at once began to suds-up as I systematically worked the growing plume of lathery suds into her hair. Looking at her reflection in the mirror directly across from the shower, I could see that Kath had closed her eyes as she held her head slightly-back, and had a look of utter contentment on her face.
"UUmmmmmm", I heard Kath murmur contentedly as she surrendered herself to the pleasures of my ministrations. I watched as copious amounts of lather began to flow down the sides of her head, over her neck and shoulders and down front and back of her dress. As I wanted to eventually envelop her in a coating of sudsy lather, I disconnected the hand-piece from the shower and gently watered down her hair. I filled my hand with a bigger glob of shampoo and let it warm momentarily there before gently but thoroughly working it into Kath's hair. The added water and additional shampoo generated a satisfying froth of lathery suds that flowed over her in a wave of frothy foam.
The creamy-sudsy pooled in her lap and Kath's neatly folded hands. As I continued to lather her up, paused to gently peel the back of Kath's dress away from her skin so as to facilitate the flow of sudsy froth down her back and inside the bodice of her dress. I could only imagine the growing puddle of lathery foam seeping into the nether regions of her lingerie and caressing her gently beneath her skirts.
"Is it my imagination", said Kath, "or do I feel like I'm taking a fully-clothed bubble-bath?"
"Oh Kath", I replied, "I'm just making sure we give you and your lovely dress a thorough washing!"
"Just make sure you rinse me out when you're done!" replied Kath in a perky voice.
"I'll make certain you get a good soak-down and rinse.", I replied. I could sense that Kath had become more relaxed as she luxuriated in the sensations of her shampoo-bubble-bath. Only a few seconds later, my heart leapt as I saw a slow-moving river of sudsy foam beginning to run out from beneath her skirt and over her legs, where it quickly enveloped her heels. I was now certain that my darling was sitting in a puddle of shampoo-suds.
Kath purred with contentment. Between the wedding-day jitters of her girlfriend, the long wedding ceremony and the stifling out-door reception Kathy had felt completely drained. The dip in the pool with her boyfriend and the discovery of his somewhat peculiar though stimulating dating habits had revived her somewhat. But now the turmoil of the day coupled with her boyfriends skillful ministrations were causing her to relax. Kathy was so lost in these thoughts that it took her a while to come to the realization that her boyfriend had really given her quite a soaping-up as she felt her thighs being tickled by a growing puddle of froth trapped within her slip and petticoats. Kath involuntarily made a half-smile as she moved herself around a little and felt the suds squirting around inside of her sopping-wet things.
Realizing that I had nearly turned Kath into a sudsy statuette, I decided that the time had come to rinse her off. I leaned over my darling, brushed some suds away from her ear and whispered, "Relax darling, I'm going to rinse you off now."
"Ummm. Thank you.", purred Kath.
I turned the hand-shower on and began at the top of her head, I rinsed the water from her hair and watched as a torrent of suds flowed off of her hair and over her outfit. I made sure to clear the soap away from Kath's face and eyes before setting to work on her dress. Kath opened her eyes and laughed aloud when she saw her reflection in the mirror. From the neck down, only the occasional blotch of soaked-strawberry-colored fabric peeking through the suds gave any hint that she was wearing her dress under all that foam.
I then set to work on her shoulders and arms, gradually the shoulders, sleeves and bodice of her dress became visible as cascades of foam flowed over her skirts and pooled around her still invisible heels. I peeled open the back of her dress at the neckline and directed the water down her back as I watched torrents of soap-suds pour out from beneath Kath's skirt. Kath let out a squeal of delight and covered her mouth briefly with one hand before she took her hand away from her mouth and smiled lovingly. After a moment, I let go the fabric of her dress and again set to work rinsing the soap from the front of her outfit and her sopping skirts. I had removed most of the suds and now her soaked-shiny high-heels were visible again. I asked Kath if she could stand so that I could properly finishing rinsing the soap from her outfit. Kath obligingly stood up and placed the stool outside the shower. I played the spray up-and-down the front of her outfit, then the sides and finally the back.
"Kath, please hold out the neckline of your dress so I can run some water down inside the front of your dress."
Kath obligingly held out the front-collar of her dress and I sprayed in a torrent of water. More suds poured down her legs. I waited until the water cascading down her legs ran clear before I turned off the hand-piece and activated the showerhead again. This time, I turned up the water to nearly full-force and it poured down on Kath, causing more streams of sudsy-froth to run out from beneath her skirts and over her legs. Kath embraced me and we stood under the torrent of water for a long time as we shared a passionate kiss and the soap at last stopped running out from her bridesmaids outfit. Our lips parted and Kath looked lovingly at me.
"Well", I asked Kath, "what's your pleasure?".
Kath thought for a moment and then answered, "I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but I think I'd like a few moments alone to finish rinsing the suds out of my "nether regions" if you don't mind. Could you make me some tea while I fix my hair and get primed up a bit?".
"Certainly Darling. I'll bring in your gym bag and have your tea ready for you."
"Thank You", said Kath softly as she kissed me.
I left the room and went outside to prepare tea for Kath. I could hear Kath rinsing herself down with the hand-shower for a few minutes until at last she turned off the water. A moment later Kath called out, "C'mon back! I'm all done rinsing off."
I opened the door to the bathroom and a smiling Kathy beckoned to me to join her in the shower as she said, "I know you wouldn't want to miss this part". Kath reached down and gathered the material at the hem of her sopping-wet skirts and petticoats and sensually wrung out the water as she beamed in my direction.
Kath then stood up straight and said, "Would you like to help me wring out my dress?"
I nearly died as I eagerly nodded yes. Kath took my hands in hers and gently guided my hands onto another section of her skirts. She helped me gather a hefty quantity of the soaked-silken material in my hands and then cooed "Wring me out please." I wrung the water from her dripping-wet skirts. The water poured out over my hands and ran down over her shiny-wet high-heels.
Under Kath's guidance, I again worked my way around the circumference of the hem of her skirts until at last we again stood facing each other. "Thank you." whispered Kath.
"Thank you darling" I replied, "you know something Kath, An interesting thought just occurred to me. You know how it's possible to ring a bell (as in ringing the Liberty Bell). Well, in a way your full-skirts almost resemble a bell, only now I'm "wringing" the water from your dress.
Our lips parted and Kath said, "Now if you'll excuse me I'd like to finish up with my skirts and tend to my hair and make-up." I left the room and heard the tell-tale sounds of Kath wringing water from the more intimate regions of her sopping-wet lingerie for a few minutes, followed by the droning of Kath's hair dryer. Finally, the hair dryer went silent and I heard the tell-tale sounds of Kath opening her make-up kit and rummaging about amidst its contents. While I listened, I I had stripped off my swimming trunks, toweled myself off and dressed in my street clothes. I finished brewing some tea for both of us, put in the milk and sugar and had just carried our tea outside to the patio when Kath emerged from the house.
The following story is pure fiction. Any resemblance to real individuals is completely coincidental.
"Hi!", said Kath as she strolled over to me and gave me an affectionate peck on the cheek.
"Kath, you look divine!", I replied breathlessly. Not only Kath had let out her long hair and curled it slightly at the ends as was her customary style, she had done an immaculate job reapplying her make-up and had applied perfume. The contrast of Kath's still drip-dripping dress and squish-squashing heels with her immaculate hair and make-up only accentuated the appealing look of her soaked bridesmaids attire. Kath again settled herself into one of the lawnchairs and we talked for quite some time. It became apparent that Kath had been thinking about all the things I told her about "watercourting" earlier as she had more questions for me. For one thing, she wanted to know just how I'd become interested in "watercourting" in the first place.
"Well", I began, "It all started when I was a young boy and long before I became interested in girls 'as girls'. I'd seen a few movies where pretty women in fancy outfits wound up soaking-wet. While I'd thought the scenes were quite funny at the time, I also found myself becoming quite "turned on" by what I saw without really knowing why. Once I began dating, I found myself wondering how I could find some way to get my date all wet, but at the same time I didn't just want to dump anyone in the water and get them angry with me. I wanted it to be sensual and romantic in a way that my date would actually enjoy."
"I know I'm enjoying being 'watercourted'", interjected Kath.
I paused after Kath spoke to behold my darling sitting there contentedly in the lawnchair, streams of water running off the hem of her skirt and as they formed a growing puddle beneath her. I reckoned Kath's things would take hours to dry.
"At this point Kath, I think its only fair that I partake of the pool."
"I don't think so.", replied Kath to my surprise as she shook her head from side-to-side.
"Why not?"
"HHmmmm, I know some women would want you to go in fully-clothed just to even things up. Not me though. I mean after all, guys getting soaking-wet all dressed up just doesn't turn me on. I like to see a guy in a Speedo or trunks. Besides, I bet you enjoyed the feel of my wet-silky bridesmaids outfit against your body and legs when I sat on your lap, didn't you?"
"You've got me there Kath. I loved the feeling of your wet things. I'll even concede that the silky material against my body felt better than my male clothes when they get wet, but that's because you were dressed in them. In essence, your dress is an extension of you." Kath sensed my obvious discomfort about this line of discussion and ended it by purring "You're so sweet" as she leaned over and gave me a peck on the lips.
The subject of our conversation changed to other things, I brought us out more tea and we talked until dusk had fallen. Kath excused herself to use the bathroom and I went inside to wash out our cups. It looked like things had wound down. Just then, Kath emerged from the bathroom and said, "It's a warm, still night. How about we go for a drive through town?"
"That sounds great!" I replied. I put a plastic bag over the passenger-side front seat of the car while Kath gathered her dryer and other paraphernalia and stowed it in her car. I made sure everything was locked-up and joined Kath in the driveway. Kath had fluffed-out her dress and to my surprise it looked nearly unscathed from her dip in the pool, wash and rinse. Kath carried a towel which she wrapped around her shoulders like a shawl. I held the door open for my girlfriend as she settled herself onto the front-seat. We were off to town.
Kath was right. The air was warm and still and if Kath's things had been dry she would have been uncomfortably warm. As it was though, Kath's wet bridesmaids attire kept her quite cool and comfortable. We reached town and found that a quite a few people had availed themselves of the opportunity to get out for a little air and stroll through town. I suspected that Kath didn't wish to leave the confines of the car as her clothes were still quite damp to say the least. To my surprise though Kath called out, "There's a spot. Pull over here!"
"Who am I to say no!", I thought to myself as I eased the car into the parking space and turned off the motor, I was nonetheless hesitant to make any move to exit the car as I wasn't sure if that's what Kath really wanted. Kath made her intentions known soon enough as she said, "I think this is gonna be fun!", as she looked over at me and winked conspiratorially.
"Well", continued Kath, "Aren't you going to open the door for me or have you forgotten your manners?".
I scurried around to the other side of the car, opened the door and helped my lovely date out of the car. Kath dropped the towel she had draped over her shoulders onto the seat, reached into the back of the car and pulled out a pretty shawl that matched her dress. Kath smiled at me as she settled the shawl over herself and said, "Now I'm properly attired for our evening stroll!".
We walked arm-in-arm along the side-street, stopping occasionally to window-shop. Water was still dripping from the hem of of Kathy's skirts, and landing on her feet where, according to Kath it tickled. Kath glanced behind her and giggled as she pointed out the trail of droplets and wet high-heel prints that she left in her wake. "Maybe our stroll along the hot streets will help dry out my dress a little. As for my heels, I think the water running down my legs from my wet things will keep them soggy for a good while.", commented Kath.
Only a short distance from the car, we spotted a couple of college-aged girls coming toward us. Kath leaned her head lovingly on my shoulder as the girls approached us. Just then a large droplet of water fell from the hem at the front of Kath's skirt and landed with a splashing-hissing sound on the hot pavement. The girls interrupted their conversation as soon as they got good look at Kath. They weren't quite sure what to make of things as Kath's hair and make-up were immaculate, though it was obvious that her dress was wet.
"Good evening", said Kath conversationally as the girls were almost upon us. "Good evening" replied the half-stunned girls as they slowed their pace greatly, no doubt so they could get a better look at Kath's soaked outfit.
We paused just after the girls went by and listened carefully as one whispered to the other, "Her dress must be soaking-wet! It sure looks like they're having a romantic time though." The other one replied, "HHmm. She's wearing a bridesmaids outfit too. I wonder what it feels like soaking-wet. She certainly looks happy, you know the look..." The first girl who spoke then replied, "It reminds of the time when Mark carried me into the hot tub, prom dress and all ..."
We couldn't make out the rest as the girls moved off, and again resumed our stroll. The remark about being dunked in a prom-dress was fortuitous and I hoped it would reassure Kath that "watercourting" (or at least variations on the theme) was a more common dating practice than she might have at first thought.
Kath and I rounded the corner and onto the more well traveled avenue. The main avenue was better lit and carried more pedestrian traffic. Kath squeezed my arm for reassurance as she wasn't quite sure she wanted to "run the gauntlet". I paused and asked Kath if she wanted to turn around but to her credit she looked up at me and whispered, "What we're doing is SO romantic! Let's go on!". We promenaded slowly up the avenue arm-in-arm, pausing occasionally to window-shop. I could tell that Kath's wet bridesmaids outfit was drawing attention. The guys just couldn't seem to take their eyes off of the pretty woman in the wet dress. No doubt, their girlfriends gawked at Kath with a look of slight disapproval before tugging their distracted partners along the avenue. For her part, Kath was beginning to enjoy the prospect of "soaking up" so much attention. My suspicions were confirmed when Kath leaned over and whispered, "Nobody ever told me that if a girl wants to get some attention when she's all dressed up, the last thing she should do just before going out the door is to step under the shower!"
"You can enjoy the attention if you like, just remember that you're MY sweetheart!", I replied.
We came to the display window of a fancy-dress boutique. Kath looked admiringly at the pretty outfits on display and remarked. "It's funny how I'm looking at these lovely dresses with a different eye. I'm picturing in my mind how they'd look soaking-wet!". I was speechless. We finished going up the avenue, crossed the street and went down the other side. The steady flow of water from Kath's soaked things, down her legs and into her high-heels insured that Kath's heels continued to make delightful squishing sounds, while at the same time producing a tell-tale trail of wet-heel footprints.
Eventually we returned to the car. I courteously held the door open for my sweetheart as she climbed into the passenger seat. As much as I dreaded it, the evening was winding down. I drove Kath home and we embraced for a long time in front of her house before she said good-night and went inside.
The next day, I sent Kath flowers and chocolate and called her up at lunchtime. I wanted her to know just how special the weekend had been for me. I could tell from the tone of Kath's voice that she was thrilled that I had been so thoughtful. We talked for some time, our conversation was warm and reflected the growing depth of our feelings for each other. I told her that I wanted to see her again as soon as possible and she expressed similar sentiments towards me. Before we could make any concrete plans however, Kath had to take another phone call. So I let her off by saying that I'd call again soon so we could arrange our next date. In a way the interruption was a blessing in disguise as I wanted to lay my plans for our next date carefully.
As I mentioned at the close of our last chapter, I wanted to plan my next date with Kath carefully. Kathy was nice enough not to demand that I replace her outfit when I took her in the pool on Friday, and on Sunday she had chosen to go in the pool in her bridesmaids dress without any real prompting on my part. As I also mentioned earlier, you really don't want to soak her down on every date as that quickly becomes too predictable. So I thought I'd treat Kath to something extra-special with the money I'd saved on not having to replace her dress. I bought tickets to the Friday night performance of "Othello", as I knew that she enjoyed theatre.
Kath was delighted with the idea. We went to an early dinner on Friday so that we could arrive on time for the play. As we walked across the Arts quadrangle I took a long look at the ornate public fountain. Kath noticed it too as she whispered to me, "Don't even think about it! I'm not sitting through the last Act inside an air-conditioned theatre in a soaking-wet dress!" I replied calmly, "I wouldn't dream of risking giving you a chill Kath. Besides, "watercourting" you every time we go out would take all the fun and unpredictability out of it."
Although I didn't mention it to Kathy, I also knew from experience that even though many women enjoy being "watercourted" in a private setting, most balk at the prospect of getting soaked while all-dressed-up in a public. Especially if they're the only woman getting soaked. Women believe that all the other women will think of them as "being daffy" for taking to the water in public. On rare occasions though, I've come across women who actually come out of their shells and like getting wet in public as it adds to the naughtiness of soaking down a nice outfit.
After the play let out, Kath looked at me almost expectantly as we walked by the fountain. I could've perused the matter further but I really didn't want to soak her that night. For sure, I would get around to helping Kathy baptize her lovely evening-gown sometime soon, but not just yet.
As it was, we walked around for a while and eventually wound up at a late-night bistro for a snack. We talked in whispers to each other amidst the subdued atmosphere of the elegant eatery. All the while, we held hands across the table.
I took Kathy home and we exchanged a long, passionate hug and kiss at her front door before we bid each other good-night and I agreed to pick her up tomorrow afternoon so we could see a movie at the upscale cinema that had just been remodeled and reopened. Afterward, we planned on going to dinner.
The next day passed quickly as I ran some errands in the morning, followed by lunch and then some quick preparations for our movie date.
I picked up Kathy about four-o'clock and drove to the cinema. Kath wore a black cocktail-style dress with matching black hose and heels. The dress featured a sweetheart neckline, three-quarter length sleeves and a flared skirt that consisted of three ruffled tiers which came to just below the knees. Kath accessorized her outfit with a thin silver necklace, matching wrist bracelets and earrings. Her ensemble was completed by a small black purse on a silver chain that she wore over her shoulder. Under her lovely outfit, my sweetheart wore a black silken slip/petticoat, bra, and a panty-girdle that she wore inside of her pantyhose.
We arrived at the cinema in plenty of time. A while later, the lights dimmed and the movie began. It crossed my mind that it might be fun to "accidentally" spill a little bottled water over Kath's skirt. I thought better of it though as the bottled water was well-chilled to-begin-with, and the movie house was well air-conditioned to boot. Kath wouldn't want me to make her sit through the rest of the movie in cold, wet things.
We came out of the movie and went to dinner. I'd selected a posh, dimly-lit restaurant where we could enjoy a leisurely meal; it was only about seven-thirty and we were in no rush. For added intimacy, we opted for a booth in the corner. The meal was outstanding and time passed quickly as Kath and I talked and talked. I could feel the intimacy of our relationship growing as I observed how relaxed Kath had become around me. I especially enjoyed the ease with which Kath smiled and laughed as I related to her a funny story I had heard. I excused myself before dessert came to use the washroom. After dessert we ordered some tea and drank a cop apiece before Kath excused herself to use the ladies room.
As I studied everything on the table, an idea occurred to me. The waiter had brought us a large pitcher of boiling-hot water with which to make additional cups of tea if we desired. There was also a small empty pitcher that had been used to make our first two cups of tea and we still had a pitcher of cold sparkling water on the table leftover from the meal.
I worked quickly as I poured hot and cold water into the small pitcher and tested the mixture until I had a convenient-sized pitcher of hot-but-not-scalding-hot water. Kath returned from the ladies room and rejoined me. She snuggled up close to me and I kissed her as I said, "I missed you." I then said, "Would you like anything else?" "No, thank you.", answered Kath in a perky voice and with an appreciative smile.
I leaned over and kissed her lovingly on the lips. At the same time, I picked up the small pitcher and maneuvered it under the table to a point just above Kath's abdomen. I caressed her hair with one hand while I tilted the pitcher slightly with the other. I heard a nearly imperceptible splash and felt Kath shudder a little as the water hit its mark. I immediately pulled back on the pitcher as I only wanted to dampen a small spot on her skirt just in case it turned out she wasn't happy with the idea. Kath glanced down at her skirt and her eyes rose to meet mine. Her eyes sparkled as she grinned slyly and whispered, "you beast! Look what have you done to my dress!" Kath engaged me in a passionate kiss. Obviously, she didn't mind having her abdomen dampened a little.
Our lips parted and Kathy quietly whispered, "Please go on!" Kathy pushed up the tablecloth to give me a better view of her skirt. The damp spot where the material of her skirt was a little darker was now in plain view. I poured a little more water over her skirt. A larger area of her skirt briefly turned shiny for a second before the water was absorbed into the material. Kath giggled a little. I handed her one of the cloth napkins and whispered, "better put this under you or we'll end up soaking the seat!" Kath eased the cloth under her and again settled herself down. I got bolder and gave her skirt a more thorough soaking-down. I started near her belly and didn't stop until only a few inches above the hemline remained dry.
I paused to admire my handiwork, leaned over and passionately kissed Kath.
"AAhhhh!!, that was very nice. Thank you.", she whispered. "I was beginning to think I was going to stay dry all night."
"You're welcome darling! Kath I promise you that I'll never leave you high and dry!"
Kath covered her mouth to suppress a giggle. Now for the finishing touch, I thought as I said in a whisper, "Darling, could you slip off your heels and put them up here on the seat please?"
"Oh! You!" replied Kath in feigned exasperation. Kath knew just what was coming next so she reached down under the table and unbuckled her heels before taking them off and placing them on her lap. I filled both heels about a third-of-the-way up with water. With great care, Kath kept each shoe level as she eased it down onto the floor. Kath held up the tablecloth with both hands so I could get a good view as she gently eased her feet back into her flooded heels. The linings of her heels soaked up enough water so that when she placed her feet into them, the water level rose up almost, but not quite high enough to overflow out the sides. Kath then reached down and re-buckled her high-heels.
Kath sat back and relaxed for a moment to savor the feeling of her wet things. She then turned to me and said, "Please pass me the pitcher."
"Of Course", I replied fully expecting Kath to return the favor and soak me down. Instead, Kath placed the pitcher over her dress and poured a good amount of water around the area where the waistband of her skirt would be.
"Thank you. I just wanted to hit a few spots that you missed!", said Kath as she placed the pitcher on the table.
"Oh! Kath!"" I whispered as I caressed her soaked soaked abdomen and leaned over to kiss her again.
It was a good thing that the restaurant lighting was so subdued, otherwise we might have been noticed and gotten thrown out of the place. As I didn't want my darling to catch cold, I spread another of the dry-cloth napkins over her lap. The dry cloth would also ensure that our waiter wouldn't have the opportunity to see anything upon his return. Kath thanked me as she smoothed-out the cloth and smiled broadly at me.
I signaled to the waiter and he came with our bill. I told Kathy to remain seated while I went with the waiter to expedite the payment of the bill. wanted to move things along so Kath wouldn't have to sit around in the air-conditioned restaurant too long. I paid up and returned to our table. Kath gathered up the cloth napkin and placed it on the table. The napkin on her lap had soaked up a little water from her skirt. Naturally, the napkin beneath her was soaking-wet. Kath picked it up and placed it on the table.
Now came the fun part. I helped my lovely date out of the booth and onto her feet. We quickly made our way toward the exit. I could hear the barely perceptible squ-iish squash of her heels as Kathy moved across the carpeted floor. Her skirt had been dampened considerably but because I'd left a few inches near the hemline dry, hopefully it wouldn't drip too much. As we walked past another table, I spotted a woman doing a double-take as she looked at Kath's dress. I'm sure she saw the darkened parts of Kath's skirt and wondered just what went on. Hopefully, she just thought that Kath had carelessly spilled something on her dress.
Anyhow, she quickly looked away. In another moment we were out the door. We walked a few doors down the block and Kathy laughed aloud. "Wow!", she said, "I never thought you'd give me a bath right there in the restaurant. I had no idea you'd "watercourt" me in there, and in public without anyone knowing!" Kath threw her arms around me and gave me a hug and kiss. "I love you darling!", she said out loud.
"I love you so Kath", I replied. "This is gonna cost you though, I think these heels are ruined for real!".
"Don't worry Kath. I'm happy to replace them for you.", I replied.
I strolled around the streets with my sweetheart. Her dress would swish a little now-and-then as a tell-tale reminder of the dousing it had received.
It was nearly an hour later by the time we returned to my car. By then, her dress had dried considerably. "I like this", said Kath as I held the door open for her and she swung her feet up into the car. "You wet my dress enough to make it fun, and now I'm just a bit damp."
By the time we got to Kath's place, she was nearly completely dry. I kissed her passionately and was about to say good-night when she asked me to come inside.
I went inside with my darling. Kath poured us both a glass of wine as I settled myself on the couch. Kath came over, placed the wine glasses on the table and eased herself down onto my lap. "Comfy?", she asked.
"Darling I'm very comfortable!", I replied in a low whisper. We remained that way a long time, sipping wine and talking together in low whispers, holding each other and exchanging passionate kisses. Kath turned to me when our wine glasses were empty and said, "Please don't go. Spend the night here with me."
"Oh Kath!", I replied. Kath eased herself off of my lap and said, "You take a quick shower while I get ready for bed."
I went into the bathroom and disrobed. I stepped into the shower and closed my eyes as I relaxed under the warm water. A moment later I heard the bathroom door open. Kath pulled back the shower curtain. I opened my eyes and quickly moved my hands down to cover my unmentionables. Kath stood there, still fully-dressed and smiled slyly at me and said, "You don't need to hide anything from me!" I opened my mouth to say something, but the moment left me speechless.
Without another word and without even pausing to remove her heels, Kath stepped into the tub and put her arms around me. I threw my arms around her and eased her under the shower. "Aahhh!!!", gasped Kath as she kissed me ravenously. We disengaged our lips and I looked down at my sweetheart. The curl quickly disappeared from soaked-down hair. Her black dress became shiny under the bright fluorescent light of the bathroom. I hugged my darling again and reached behind her as I sought the zipper on the back of her dress.
For some time thereafter, Kath and I engaged in the ultimate of passions. The intensity of our intimacies was beyond description, and even if it weren't, a gentlemen doesn't go into such details. The following morning I took Kath out for Sunday brunch. The day passed all-too-quickly and once again we reluctantly parted ways, having agreed to get together as soon as we could