Fiona by Herself at the Pool

Tony had an interview and assessment for a temporary post at a home delivery company, working as a dispatch manager to be based at the depot. The job was due to start at the beginning of October and to last for six months, which would be ideal to last him throughout the next winter season when the pool was closed.

The drawback was that this company was based in the next town, forty miles away. He and Fiona were not sure how they would manage this situation, if he was successful, because Fiona had her own job at home. Tony thought that he could give up his flat, rent somewhere over there instead, and spend the working week there and the weekends with her. He was keen to try for it.

So they went together on the train, arriving in good time at one o clock. Tony was due to begin his tests and discussions at two, and they were scheduled to last for a whole two hours. They found the office location and arranged to meet again at four, at a bench on the pedestrian walkway nearby.

Fiona, therefore, had two hours to spend by herself in this place, and she had rarely been there before. Close at hand was the main town park and recreation area. Fiona had read about the big leisure pool there, so, naturally,she took a bag with her containing swimming things. Fiona's swimming things, unlike for most potential bathers, included her favourite black one-piece swimsuit, her long loose black shorts and a fresh, neatly ironed white t-shirt! Fiona thought of spending the afternoon on two of her favourite occupations, dressing in these clothes and then getting them wet!

The park was about fifteen minutes walk from the meeting place. Fiona had brought with her a good map, giving clear directions. She quickly found the pool in the park. It was a warm, sunny day and there were lots of people about. There were, in fact, three pools on three different levels, connected by a series of concrete steps. There appeared to be dozens of staff. Two pool areas seemed to be for children and families, and the other one seemed to be for more serious swimmers.

Fiona paid her entrance fee and went in. She quickly changed. She liked the feel of her black one-piece against her skin, as she ran her hands over her long shiny shorts. They were smooth and silky and the material slid over her costume with ease. The white t-shirt hung loosely against her curves. She placed her clothes in a locker and entered the pool area, carrying a towel in one hand and her wristband in the other.

The first pool was full of very young children and mothers. The second was also very busy and many families and teenagers were enjoying themselves with inflatables, beach balls and rafts. Everyone seemed to be in regulation swimwear or bikinis. Fiona strolled on past and up a flight of steps. The third pool was at the highest level and it was a much quieter place. This pool was divided into lanes and determined-looking swimmers grimly ploughed their way from one end to another. Everyone wore competition suits, some of them with long leggings and most of them had swim caps on. Fiona felt out of place, and so she went back down the steps.

Fiona walked right around the middle pool. There was a constant noise of happy screaming and shouting. Balls flew up in the air, people jumped off the sides and splashes of water landed constantly on the tiles. Fiona felt cold drops on her legs as she strolled slowly around. Her bare feet were getting wet.

Fiona arrived at an empty space at the corner of the shallow end. She put her towel on a seat nearby and sat down on the poolside, choosing a small area of the tiles which were still dry. All the other tiles around her glistened with wetness. Fiona felt warm and cosy in the hot sun, and she wanted to stay put for now. She was a bit disappointed that there was no-one else in sight wearing a t-shirt, and this made her feel just slightly self-conscious. But her desire to eventually get nice and wet was greater than any embarrassment about what she was wearing. She did dangle her feet in. It felt fresh and cold.

Fiona amused herself by watching the happy antics of everyone around her. She wondered what sort of parent she might one day be, and if a future with children lay ahead for her and Tony. She swished her feet gently back and forwards, watching little bubbles swirl around her toes. She put her hand into the water, and let little drops fall over her knees. She lost herself in her thoughts.

A beach ball bounced on the tiles beside her, waking her from her daydreams. Fiona got up to her feet and walked over to retrieve it, shaking the water off it as she picked it up. She looked around and saw three faces watching her from the pool. There were three gangly lads, all appearing about seventeen or eighteen. They looked at her awkwardly. They all had their shirts on, and they all looked still dry. They must have just arrived and climbed unnoticed by her into the shallow water. Fiona sat down again at the same spot where she had been and held the ball out. One lad approached her and took it, saying thanks. The three of them congregated together in the corner, exchanging muttered words with each other.

Fiona looked at each of them in turn, smiling to herself. It was nice to see all three of them in the pool in their shirts. She was no longer going to be the only clothed bather! She wanted to see them getting their shirts wet! They tossed the ball between themselves, although they were standing only a few feet apart. The water came up only to their shorts. Then one of them gently threw the ball to Fiona. She laughed as she caught it. She felt little splashes from the ball on her arms.

Then one of the lads was again standing next to her. He had a blue soccer shirt on. Fiona handed him the ball. He stood still for a few moments while his companions grinned at him. Finally, he asked Fiona, hesitantly, if she was getting in. Fiona sensed that he was nervous and she smiled at him, very sweetly. She knew that her smile eased him a little, and then she replied to say that was just sitting in the sun for now.

"I think I will get in," she added, "in a little while!"

"We all wondered if you are going to get in," he added, "And we wondered if you're going in with your things on!"

Fiona giggled instinctively. They all looked at each other in turn and she smiled again.

"I was wondering the same about you!" she said. "I was wondering if you are all going to get your shirts wet!".

All three lads had now gathered together beside her, each one anxious to join in the conversation, now that the ice had been broken.

"Of course!!" they all agreed. "You will not be disappointed!".

Fiona asked them if they always went into the pool with their shirts on.

They confirmed that they did,

"It's cool" one replied.

Fiona described her own preference for swimming in her t-shirt and shorts. "I like the feeling of wetness!" she explained, "And I like getting in when I'm dry, and feeling the water soaking into my shirt!" The boys all looked fascinated.

"Sometimes I just sit on the side and get splashed," Fiona confided, "And after lots of splashes I like feeling the water running down my swimsuit too!" She did not tell them that it was Tony who would be splashing her, which he enjoyed doing as much as she did.

One of them asked Fiona if she always had her swimsuit on too, and Fiona confirmed that she did.

"I've got my black one-piece on!" she whispered, teasingly. One of the boys said that the shape of it just showed through her top.

"Go on, get wet!" the lad said.

"Maybe!" Fiona smiled back. She loved this attention and she watched, without embarrassment, as the water lapped against each of their shorts.

Then the lads said that they were going to play a game, with the ball, and anyone who drops it gets soaked! Fiona giggled, but neither agreed nor refused to be in the game. The three of them spread out a little, while Fiona remained sitting on the side, with her bare feet in the water.

"This should be easy enough," Fiona thought. One of the lads shouted "one", another shouted "two" and their remaining companion said "three". Fiona realised that this was the sequence in which they were to catch the ball.

"You're number four!" Fiona was told. She just giggled again in reply. Then the ball was tossed high up in the air. Catching a beach ball did seem easy enough, but of course, what happened was the very flimsy ball caught the slightest breeze, and it swung about suddenly in the air from side to side, giving no clear idea of where it was going to land. Lad number one jumped from side to side and reached out to catch it. Fiona watched as the water splashed against the bottom of his red t-shirt. Then he launched the ball even higher. Number two, the boy with the blue soccer shirt, dodged from side to side and then jumped forward, catching the ball with outstretched arms, and almost losing his balance. The water splashed halfway up his shirt.

"This isn't fair!" complained Fiona. "I can't reach out to catch it sitting here!"

"You'll be out then," replied number two "And then you get soaked!"

"I never agreed to that!" Fiona tried to sound shocked. "I never said that I was playing!"

The three boys looked disappointed. "OK then," said number two. "You will always get a fair chance to catch the ball!"

Fiona grinned and replied, "OK then!". "Are you playing, then?" asked number two, and Fiona agreed, deciding that she would let them wet her if she dropped the ball!

Number two hurled the ball up, but his throw was poor and the ball went halfway across the pool.

"That doesn't count!" another said. "The ball has got to stay in the circle between us!" Number three went to retrieve it. He had white gym shorts on, and a white lycra top. Fiona could make out the outline of speedos under his shorts. He tossed the ball gently at Fiona.

"Don't make it too easy!" number two said. Fiona lobbed the ball very gently to number one.

"You'll be safe with me," she said.

Fiona was determined to make sure that she caught the ball when it was her turn. The lads were all getting a bit wetter, which Fiona thought was great fun to watch. Number one threw it up even higher than before, and number two was really confused as to where it was going to come down. He didn't see the ball behind him, as it landed with a big plop in the pool.

"Out!" the other two shouted. They went up to him, one behind him and one at his side. Then they splashed him with huge cascades of water, over his back, over his head and in his face.

Fiona sat a few feet away, laughing. Number two took it all in good part, spluttering as he walked to the side of the pool. He climbed out and sat beside Fiona. She moved a couple of inches away, as water dripped between them from his shirt and his hair. His thin top stuck to his even thinner chest. Fiona noticed that he was still a bit dry down his side nearest to her. That sleeve was dry too. Fiona giggled and put her hand in the pool, scooping water over his arm and shoulder, although a lot more gently than the other two had done.

"I'm just finishing you off!" she laughed, carefully dropping a handful of water over his neckline. Number two was out of the game. He turned to Fiona and warned her that she was for it when she was out, and they were all going to make sure that she was absolutely soaked.

Fiona laughed as she adjusted her swimsuit, picking at the straps under her t-shirt.

"I'm not going to be out!" she replied. "I'm just going to watch you all getting out instead!" All three of them glanced at her, and they all hoped that she would drop the ball soon.

Number three gave Fiona an easy catch, and she did the same for number one. Once again, number one threw it up an incredible height. It started coming straight down, and number three moved towards it. Then a gust of wind blew, and the ball jerked towards the side of the pool. Number three jumped sideways, but the ball bounced off his hand and landed beside Fiona.

"Out!" the other two shouted. Fiona got up to collect the ball. The boy in the white gym gear stood at the side of the pool, and his soaking began. He turned aside from number two and so both his companions splashed him mostly from behind. Fiona waited until they were finished before she returned. Her little patch of tiles was spotted with drops of water now, and she swept them away before she sat back down. Number three climbed out and sat on the other side of her. Fiona noticed that the front of his shirt was still a bit dry.

"He's still dry!" said number one. Fiona could not resist again scooping water all down him, and patting him on the chest. "You're all wet now!" she said, looking at the clear outline of his trunks.

So it was just Fiona and the boy in the red t-shirt left now. He was too much of a gentleman to give Fiona any hard throws, and she threw it gently back because she did not want a hard catch in return! So the ball went back and forward a couple of dozen or more times.

Each time Fiona caught the ball, tiny droplets of water flew off, mostly landing on the legs of her shorts. Very soon they were speckled with an array of sparkling little spots, each lying contentedly on the smooth sheen of the material, but lacking the strength to sink in. Several times she clutched the ball into her chest, in order to catch it securely. If you looked very closely, you could see that the front of Fiona's t-shirt had a couple of patches where it was becoming just slightly damp. When a splash from the ball landed here it did soak in, marking it's place with a little spot, a little less white than the rest.

They all waited for one of them to make a mistake.

"The next one out gets soaked!" Someone added, raising the tension. Then the ball came higher, at Fiona's head, although it was still a gentle catch. Fiona put her hands up, but the ball came out of her palms and landed in the pool.

"Out!" they all shouted.

"It's your turn!" number one said. He came over and stood in front of Fiona.

"Oh No!" said Fiona, as she covered her face with her hands. "Are you coming in?" he asked. Fiona giggled and shook her head. She dug her face into her arms and bent down, tucking her face into her chest.

"You were out, so that means we all get to soak you, OK?" number one said.

"OK", she said, "But you have to be gentle with me, I'm only a girl!"

The two boys on each side of her were gentle, but they took hold of Fiona's arms and unfolded them. They kept hold of her hands. Fiona could feel wetness on her arms as she brushed over their shirts. Then Number Two touched her chin and Fiona obediently lifted up her head. "Help!" she said, shutting her eyes. Then Number One scooped up double handfuls of water and deposited them over Fiona. First on her legs and then over her shorts.

"I like your shorts!" He said. "I'll just get them wet properly for you!"

"That's nice!" Fiona replied as she felt the water soaking through the bottom of her swimsuit. One lad put his arm behind her and touched her back. Fiona leaned back slightly against him. The other still held her hand. She was only wet up to the top of her shorts, and the tie was still dry. The wet silky material was clinging to Fiona's legs, almost to her knees.

Fiona glanced down at herself. Her shirt brushed enticingly against her chest. The next scoop of water went over her front, starting right at the point where the top of her swimsuit began. More handfuls followed, the water soaked into the material and Fiona felt it trickle down between her boobs. Fiona felt her t-shirt clinging to her and she felt cold water against her shoulders. Her swimsuit felt colder against her skin. She felt more wetness run down, just as number one splashed her right over her tits! Fiona was enjoying this! If they hadn't been a public place, she would have put his hand on her wet breasts, even though they were covered by both t-shirt and costume.

Then Fiona picked her arms up and lent forward. Then they all splattered water right down her back, patting the wet cotton against her skin, making it cling to Fiona even more tightly. All three of them dropped water over Fiona's head, running their fingers through her wet hair. Fiona squealed with delight. She was finding this incredibly sexy. She started to encourage her tormentors, by rolling onto her front pointing to the back of her shorts. Her bum looked more or less dry All three boys obliged with handfuls of water. Fiona did not mind a few wandering fingers that lingered on her wet shorts.

She retaliated by splashing number one down his still mostly dry front and then rubbing the wet fabric with both her hands. One lad had his arm around Fiona now, his thumb just an inch below her bust. Number one splashed the water then, with both hands, deliberately at Fiona's boobs. Her t-shirt clung more to her, revealing the shape of her costume. The lad holding her caressed her tummy, as Fiona felt the wetness soak through.

"A bit higher up!" number one teased him, as he aimed another double handful straight over Fiona's tits.

"Don't you dare!" Fiona laughed. "Is your swimsuit getting wet?" she was asked.

Fiona nodded. "Yes," she said. "It feels lovely! I've never been given a bath by three lovely young men before!"

Number three carefully dropped water over Fiona's sleeves and down her side. "Just finishing you off," he said. Fiona adjusted the straps of her costume again. The three of them might have been in a trance. They could not take their eyes off her.