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Watercourting Kathy (Chapter 4)
by John Smith
"Hi!", said Kath as she strolled over to me and gave me an affectionate peck on the cheek. "Kath, you look divine!", I replied breathlessly. Not only Kath had let out her long hair and curled it slightly at the ends as was her customary style, she had done an immaculate job reapplying her make-up and had applied perfume. The contrast of Kath's stil drip-dripping dress and squish-squashing heels with her immaculate hair and make-up only accentuated the appealing look of her soaked bridesmaids attire. Kath again settled herself into one of the lawnchairs and we talked for quite some time. It became apparent that Kath had been thinking about all the things I told her about "watercourting" earlier as she had more questions for me. For one thing, she wanted to know just how I'd become interested in "watercourting" in the first place. "Well", I began, "It all started when I was a young boy and long before I became interested in girls 'as girls'. I'd seen a few movies where pretty women in fancy outfits wound up soaking-wet. While I'd thought the scenes were quite funny at the time, I also found myself becomming quite "turned on" by what I saw without really knowing why. Once I began dating, I found myself wondering how I could find some way to get my date all wet, but at the same time I didn't just want to dump anyone in the water and get them angry with me. I wanted it to be sensual and romantic in a way that my date would actually enjoy." "I know I'm enjoying being 'watercourted'", interjected Kath. I paused after Kath spoke to behold my darling sitting there contentedly in the lawnchair, streams of water running off the hem of her skirt and as they formed a growing puddle beneath her. I reckoned Kath's things would take hours to dry.
"At this point Kath, I think its only fair that I partake of the pool." "I don't think so.", replied Kath to my surprise as she shook her head from side-to-side. "Why not?" "HHmmmm, I know some women would want you to go in fuly-clothed just to even things up. Not me though. I mean after all, guys getting soaking-wet all dressed up just dosen't turn me on. I like to see a guy in a speedo or trunks. Besides, I bet you enjoyed the feel of my wet-silky bridesmaids outfit against your body and legs when I sat on your lap, didn't you?" "You've got me there Kath. I loved the feeling of your wet things. I'll even concede that the silky material against my body felt better than my male clothes when they get wet, but that's because you were dressed in them. In essence, your dress is an extension of you." Kath sensed my obvious discomfort about this line of discussion and ended it by purring "You're so sweet" as she leaned over and gave me a peck on the lips.
The subject of our conversation changed to other things, I brought us out more tea and we talked until dusk had fallen. Kath excused herself to use the bathroom and I went inside to wash out our cups. It looked like things had wound down. Just then, Kath emerged from the bathroom and said, "It's a warm, still night. How about we go for a drive through town?" "That sounds great!" I replied. I put a plastic bag over the passanger-side front seat of the car while Kath gathered her dryer and other paraphernaila and stowed it in her car. I made sure everything was locked-up and joined Kath in the driveway. Kath had fluffed-out her dress and to my surprise it looked nearly unscathed from her dip in the pool, wash and rinse. Kath carried a towel which she wrapped around her shoulders like a shawl. I held the door open for my girlfriend as she settled herself onto the front-seat. We were off to town.
Kath was right. The air was warm and still and if Kath's things had been dry she would have been uncomfortably warm. As it was though, Kath's wet bridesmaids attire kept her quite cool and comfortable. We reached town and found that a quite a few people had availed themselves of the opportunity to get out for a little air and stroll through town. I suspected that Kath did'nt wish to leave the confines of the car as her clothes were still quite damp to say the least. To my surprise though Kath called out, "There's a spot. Pull over here!" "Who am I to say no!", I thought to myself as I eased the car into the parking space and turned off the motor, I was nonetheless hesitant to make any move to exit the car as I wasn't sure if that's what Kath really wanted. Kath made her intentions known soon enough as she said, "I think this is gonna be fun!", as she looked over at me and winked conspiratorially. "Well", continued Kath, "Aren't you going to open the door for me or have you forgotten your manners?". I scurried around to the other side of the car, opened the door and helped my lovely date out of the car. Kath dropped the towel she had draped over her shoulders onto the seat, reached into the back of the car and pulled out a pretty shawl that matched her dress. Kath smiled at me as she settled the shawl over herself and said, "Now I'm properly attired for our evening stroll!".
We walked arm-in-arm along the side-street, stopping occasionally to window-shop. Water was still dripping from the hem of of Kathy's skirts, and landing on her feet where, according to Kath it tickled. Kath glanced behind her and giggled as she pointed out the trail of droplets and wet high-heel prints that she left in her wake. "Maybe our stroll along the hot streets will help dry out my dress a little. As for my heels, I think the water running down my legs from my wet things will keep them soggy for a good while.", commented Kath.
Only a short distance from the car, we spotted a couple of college-aged girls coming toward us. Kath leaned her head lovingly on my shoulder as the girls approached us. Just then a large droplet of water fell from the hem at the front of Kath's skirt and landed with a splashing-hissing sound on the hot pavement. The girls interrupted their conversation as soon as they got good look at Kath. They weren't quite sure what to make of things as Kath's hair and make-up were immaculate, though it was obvious that her dress was wet. "Good evening", said Kath conversationally as the girls were almost upon us. "Good evening" replied the half-stunned girls as they slowed their pace greatly, no doubt so they could get a better look at Kath's soaked outfit.
We paused just after the girls went by and listened carefully as one whispered to the other, "Her dress must be soaking-wet! It sure looks like they're having a romantic time though." The other one replied, "HHmm. She's wearing a bridesmaids outfit too. I wonder what it feels like soaking-wet. She certainly looks happy, you know the look..." The first girl who spoke then replied, "It reminds of the time when Mark carried me into the hot tub, prom dress and all ..." We couldn't make out the rest as the girls moved off, and again resumed our stroll. The remark about being dunked in a prom-dress was fortuitous and I hoped it would reassure Kath that "watercourting" (or at least variations on the theme) was a more common dating practice than she might have at first thought.
Kath and I rounded the corner and onto the more well travelled avenue. The main avenue was better lit and carried more pedestrian traffic. Kath squeezed my arm for reassurance as she wasn't quite sure she wanted to "run the gauntlet". I paused and asked Kath if she wanted to turn around but to her credit she looked up at me and whispered, "What we're doing is SO romantic! Let's go on!". We promonaded slowly up the avenue arm-in-arm, pausing occasionally to window-shop. I could tell that Kath's wet bridesmaids outfit was drawing attention. The guys just couldn't seem to take their eyes off of the pretty woman in the wet dress. No doubt, their girlfriends gawked at Kath with a look of slight disapproval before tugging their distracted partners along the avenue. For her part, Kath was beginning to enjoy the prospect of "soaking up" so much attention. My suspicions were confirmed when Kath leaned over and whispered, "Nobody ever told me that if a girl wants to get some attention when she's all dressed up, the last thing she should do just before going out the door is to step under the shower!" "You can enjoy the attention if you like, just remember that you're MY sweetheart!", I replied.
We came to the display window of a fancy-dress boutique. Kath looked admiringly at the pretty outfits on display and remarked. "It's funny how I'm looking at these lovely dresses with a different eye. I'm picturing in my mind how they'd look soaking-wet!". I was speachless. We finished going up the avenue, crossed the street and went down the other side. The steady flow of water from Kath's soaked things, down her legs and into her high-heels insured that Kath's heels continued to make delightful squishing sounds, while at the same time producing a tell-tale trail of wet-heel footprints.
Eventually we returned to the car. I courteously held the door open for my sweetheart as she climbed into the passanger seat. As much as I dreaded it, the evening was winding down. I drove Kath home and we embraced for a long time in front of her house before she said good-night and went inside.
The next day, I sent Kath flowers and chocolate and called her up at lunchtime. I wanted her to know just how special the weekend had been for me. I could tell from the tone of Kath's voice that she was thrilled that I had been so thoughtful. We talked for some time, our conversation was warm and reflected the growing depth of our feelings for each other. I told her that I wanted to see her again as soon as possible and she expressed similar sentiments towards me. Before we could make any concrete plans however, Kath had to take another phone call. So I let her off by saying that I'd call again soon so we could arrange our next date. In a way the interruption was a blessing in disguise as I wanted to lay my plans for our next date carefully.
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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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