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by John Smith

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?", inquired Kath. "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, dissappeared 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 formalwear.

I think I'll climb out now", said Kath as 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 slowoly and deliborately 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 slowoly 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 poued down over her pantyhosed

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 tought 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 wetplay 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

desireability.

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 dissapprove.

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

loooked 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 gymbag. 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 gymbag 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 eminating 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, "Madamoselle, 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

"Madamoselle, 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 accross 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 lept as I sawt a slow-moving river of sudsy

foam beginning to run out from beneath her skirtand 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 visable as cascades

of foam flowed over her skirts and pooled around her still invisable 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 visable 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 gymbag 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 wrang 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 wrang 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, towelled 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.