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Watercourting Kathy Part two
by John Smith
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 luxuroiusly 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 spashed 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 abdoman. Kath relaxed as the warm water hit it's mark and again soaked her pantygirdle, 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 hoze 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 wrang 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 almostly 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?" inquired Kath. 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 bye?" "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 gyn-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 dissappointment and let go her hands.
This was the worst case scenerio. Kath had given me an eyefull 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 blaime 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-dryed them overnight. While Kathy was pondering all this, she had automatically begun to undress in anticipation of doning 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 tigres 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 dissappointed he was that I wouldn't be goint 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 coulld'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 sligltly 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 dissappointed, 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's 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 then." "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 challange. Kath took a few steps backward so's 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 lept 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 dissappeared 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 dissappeared from sight as her head went under for a brief instant. Kath emerged a split-second later sputtering water and laughing histerically. There stood Kath in the pool, her billowing skirts formed a wide circle around her. Some parts of skirts were bouyed up suffiiently 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?".
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By Anonymous - Sun 06/03/05 13:00:01 GMT 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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By Sam - Sun 06/03/05 06:07:39 GMT 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.
BTW I love this site. Thanks to all.
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