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Watercourting Kathy Chapter 5
by John Smith
As I mentioned at the close of our last chapter, I wanted to plan my next date with Kath carefully. Kathy was nice enough not to demand that I replace her outfit when I took her in the pool on Friday, and on Sunday she had chosen to go in the pool in her bridesmaids dress without any real prompting on my part. As I also mentioned earlier, you really don't want to soak her down on every date as that quickly becomes too predictable. So I thought I'd treat Kath to something extra-special with the money I'd saved on not having to replace her dress. I bought tickets to the Friday night performance of "Othello", as I knew that she enjoyed theatre. Kath was delighted with the idea. We went to an early dinner on Friday so that we could arrive on time for the play. As we walked accross the Arts quadrangle I took a long look at the ornate public fountain. Kath noticed it too as she whispered to me, "Don't even think about it! I'm not sitting through the last Act inside an air-conditioned theatre in a soaking-wet dress!" I replied calmly, "I wouldn't dream of risking giving you a chill Kath. Besides, watercourting you every time we go out would take all the fun and unpredictability out of it." Although I didn't mention it to Kathy, I also knew from experience that even though many women enjoy being watercourted in a private setting, most balk at the prospect of getting soaked while all-dressed-up in a public. Especially if they're the only woman getting soaked. Women believe that all the other women will think of them as "being daffy" for taking to the water in public. On rare occasions though, I've come accross women who actually come out of their shells and like getting wet in public as it adds to the naughtiness of soaking down a nice outfit.
After the play let out, Kath looked at me almost expectantly as we walked by the fountain. I could've persued the matter further but I really didn't want to soak her that night. For sure, I would get around to helping Kathy baptize her lovely evening-gown sometime soon, but not just yet.
As it was, we walked around for a while and eventually wound up at a late-night bistro for a snack. We talked in whispers to each other amidst the subdued atmosphere of the elegant eatery. All the while, we held hands accross the table.
I took Kathy home and we exchanged a long, passionate hug and kiss at her front door before we bid each other good-night and I agreed to pick her up tomorrow afternoon so we could see a movie at the upscale cinema that had just been remodeled and reopened. Afterward, we planned on going to dinner.
The next day passed quickly as I ran some errands in the morning, followed by lunch and then some quick perparations for our movie date.
I picked up Kathy about four-o'clock and drove to the cinema. Kath wore a black cocktail-style dress with matching black hose and heels. The dress featured a sweetheart neckline, three-quarter length sleeves and a flared skirt that consisted of three ruffled tiers which came to just below the knees. Kath accessorized her outfit with a thin silver necklace, matching wrist bracelets and earrings. Her ensemble was completed by a small black purse on a silver chain that she wore over her shoulder. Under her lovely outfit, my sweetheart wore a black silken slip/petticoat, bra, and a panty-girdle that she wore inside of her pantyhose.
We arrived at the cinema in plenty of time. A while later, the lights dimmed and the movie began. It crossed my mind that it might be fun to "accidentally" spill a little bottled water over Kath's skirt. I thought better of it though as the bottled water was well-chilled to-begin-with, and the movie house was well air-conditioned to boot. Kath wouldn't want me to make her sit through the rest of the movie in cokd, wet things.
We came out of the movie and went to dinner. I'd selected a posh, dimly-lit restaurant where we could enjoy a leisurely meal since it was only about seven-thirty and we were in no rush. For added intimacy, we opted for a booth in the corner. The meal was outstanding and time passed quickly as Kath and I talked and talked. I could feel the intimacy of our relationship growing as I observed how relaxed Kath had become around me. I especially enjoyed the ease with which Kath smiled and laughed as I related to her a funny story I had heard. I excused myself before dessert came to use the washroom. After dessert we ordered some tea and drank a cop apiece before Kath excused herself to use the ladies room.
As I studied everything on the table, an idea occurred to me. The waiter had brought us a large pitcher of boiling-hot water with which to make additional cups of tea if we desired. There was also a small empty pitcher that had been used to make our first two cups of tea and we still had a pitcher of cold sparkling water on the table leftover from the meal.
I worked quickly as I poured hot and cold water into the small pitcher and tested the mixture until I had a convienent-sized pitcher of hot-but-not-scalding-hot water. Kath returned from the ladies room and rejoined me. She snuggled up close to me and I kissed her as I said, "I missed you." I then said, "Would you like anything else?" "No, thank you.", answered Kath in a perky voice and with an appreciative smile.
I leaned over and kissed her lovingly on the lips. At the same time, I picked up the small pitcher and maneuvered it under the table to a point just above Kath's abdomen. I caressed her hair with one hand while I tilted the pitcher slightly with the other. I heard a nearly imperceptible splash and felt Kath shudder a little as the water hit its mark. I immediately pulled back on the pitcher as I only wanted to dampen a small spot on her skirt just in case it turned out she wasn't happy with the idea. Kath glanced down at her skirt and her eyes rose to meet mine. Her eyes sparkled as she grinned slyly and whispered, "you beast! Look what have you done to my dress!" Kath engaged me in a passionate kiss. Obviously, she didn't mind having her abdomen dampened a little.
Our lips parted and Kathy quietly whispered, "Please go on!" Kathy pushed up the tablecloth to give me a better view of her skirt. The damp spot where the material of her skirt was a little darker was now in plain view. I poured a little more water over her skirt. A larger area of her skirt briefly turned shiny for a second before the water was absorbed into the material. Kath giggled a little. I handed her one of the cloth napkins and whispered, "better put this under you or we'll end up soaking the seat!" Kath eased the cloth under her and again settled herself down. I got bolder gaver her skirt a more thorough soaking-down. I started near her belly and didn't stop until only a few inches above the hemline remained dry.
I paused to admire my handiwork, leaned over and passionately kissed Kath. "AAhhhh!!, that was very nice. Thank you.", she whispered. "I was beginning to think I was going to stay dry all night." "You're welcome darling! Kath I promise you that I'll never leave you high and dry!" Kath covered her mouth to suppress a giggle. Now for the finishing touch, I thought as I said in a whisper, "Darling, could you slip off your heels and put them up here on the seat please?" "Oh! You!" replied Kath in feigned exhasperation. Kath knew just what was comming next so she reached down under the table and unbuckled her heels before taking them off and placing them on her lap. I filled both heels about a third-of-the-way up with water. With great care, Kath kept each shoe level as she eased it down onto the floor. Kath held up the tablecloth with both hands so I could get a good view as she gently eased her feet back into her flooded heels. The linings of her heels soaked up enough water so that when she placed her feet into them, the water level rose up almost, but not quite high enough to overflow out the sides. Kath then reached down and re-buckled her high-heels.
Kath sat back and relaxed for a moment to savor the feeling of her wet things. She then turned to me and said, "Please pass me the pitcher." "Of Course", I replied fully expecting Kath to return the favor and soak me down. Instead, Kath placed the pitcher over her dress and poured a good amount of water around the area where the waistband of her skirt would be. "Thank you. I just wanted to hit a few spots that you missed!", said Kath as she placed the pitcher on the table. "Oh! Kath!"" I whispered as I caressed her soaked soaked abdomen and eaned over to kiss her again.
It was a good thing that the restaurant lighting was so subdued, otherwise we might have been noticed and gotten thrown out of the place. As I didn't want my darling to catch cold, I spread another of the dry-cloth napkins over her lap. The dry cloth would also ensure that our waitor wouldn't have the opportunity to see anything upon his return. Kath thanked me as she smoothed-out the cloth and smiled broadly at me.
I signaled to the waitor and he came with our bill. I told Kathy to remain seated while I went with the waitor to expedite the payment of the bill. wanted to move things along so Kath wouldn't have to sit around in the air-conditioned restaurant too long. I paid up and returned to our table. Kath gathered up the cloth napkin and placed it on the table. The napkin on her lap had soaked up a little water from her skirt. Naturally, the napkin beneath her was soaking-wet. Kath picked it up and placed it on the table.
Now came the fun part. I helped my lovely date out of the booth and onto her feet. We quickly made our way toward the exit. I could hear the barely perceptible squ-iish squash of her heels as Kathy moved accross the carpeted floor. Her skirt had been dampened considerably but because I'd left a few inches near the hemline dry, hopefully it wouldn't drip too much. As we walked past another table, I spotted a woman doing a double-take as she looked at Kath's dress. I'm sure she saw the darkened parts of Kath's skirt and wondered just what went on. Hopefully, she just thought that Kath had carelessly spilled something on her dress. Anyhow, she quickly looked away. In another moment we were out the door. We walked a few doors down the block and Kathy laughted aloud. "Wow!", she said, "I never thought ypu'd give me a bath right there in the restaurant. I had no idea you'd watercourt me in there, and in public without anyone knowing!" Kath threw her arms around me and gave me a hug and kiss. "I love you darling!", she said out loud. "I love you so Kath", I replied. "This is gonna cost you though, I think these heels are ruined for real!". "Don't worry Kath. I'm happy to replace them for you.", I replied.
I strolled around the streets with my sweetheart. Her dress would swish a little now-and-then as a tell-tale reminder of the dousing it had received.
It was nearly an hour later by the time we returned to my car. By then, her dress had dried considerably. "I like this", said Kath as I held the door open for her and she swung her feet up into the car. "You wet my dress enough to make it fun, and now I'm just a bit damp." By the time we got to Kath's place, she was nearly completely dry. I kissed her passionately and was about to say good-night when she asked me to come inside.
I went inside with my darling. Kath poured us both a glass of wine as I settled myself on the couch. Kath came over, placed the wine glasses on the table and eased herself down onto my lap. "Comfy?", she asked. "Darling I'm very comfortable!", I replied in a low whisper. We remained that way a long time, sipping wine and talking together in low whispers, holding each other and exchanging passionate kisses. Kath turned to me when our wine glasses were empty and said, "Please don't go. Spend the night here with me." "Oh Kath!", I replied. Kath eased herself off of my lap and said, "You take a quick shower while I get ready for bed."
I went into the bathroom and disrobed. I stepped into the shower and closed my eyes as I relaxed under the warm water. A moment later I heard the bathroom door open. Kath pulled back the shower curtain. I opened my eyes and quickly moved my hands down to cover my unmentionables. Kath stood there, still fully-dressed and smiled slyly at me and said, "You don't need to hide anything from me!" I opened my mouth to say something, but the moment left me speachless. Without another word and without even pausing to remove her heels, Kath stepped into the tub and put her arms around me. I threw my arms around her and eased her under the shower. "Aahhh!!!", gasped Kath as she kissed me ravenously. We disengaged our lips and I looked down at my sweetheart. The curl quickly dissappeared from soaked-down hair. Her black dress became shiny under the bright flourecent light of the bathroom. I hugged my darling again and reached behind her as I sought the zipper on the back of her dress.
For some time thereafter, Kath and I engaged in the ultimate of passions. The intensity of our intimacies was beyond description, and even if it weren't, a gentlemen dosen't go into such details. The following morning I took Kath out for Sunday brunch. The day passed all-too-quickly and once again we reluctantly parted ways, having agreed to get together as soon as we could.
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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.
WetTights
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