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Watercourting Kathy

 

By John Smith

 

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 pase 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 anothe 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 upcomming 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 earings, a thin gold-band neclace that had a

heart-shaped gold pendant, and a slimline 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 slowoly 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 cermac 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 dissappeared 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!". "U-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 paux. 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 convinved 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." Just then, 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 accross the patio and over to the pool steps. I proceeded

slowoly 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 guage 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 sweatheart. "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 sligltly 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 listended to the sounds of the water

dribbling from her dress and spashing 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 slowoly 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.

 

Authors Note:

 

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.

 

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By Anonymous - uu Sun 06/03/05 13:00:01 GMT

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Watercourting Kathy (Chapter 3)

 

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.

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There used to be a multi-chaptered story available on some website (I can't remember), and I believe it was called Watercourting Kathy. Chapter 4 and 5 are available still on wetkernwife.com, but I can't find the other chapters anywhere. Does anyone know if the other chapters are on the net anywhere? In particular, I think it's actually Chapter 1 that I am looking for. Can anyone help.

 

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