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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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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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