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Katie Soaks her Best Dress (AI version)
By MrWetShirt     synthetic
Posted 1/29/25     255 views
The sun beat down on the 'Seaspray Sands' holiday park, the air thick with the scent of chlorine and sun-tan lotion. Katie, the resident lifeguard, surveyed the scene with a grin that could melt ice cream. She was a whirlwind of energy, a bright spark in her yellow t-shirt and red games skirt, her laughter as infectious as the splash of water.

She was more than just a lifeguard; she was the heart of the pool area, always ready with a joke, a helping hand, or a friendly ear. Her genuine care for others and her bubbly personality made her a firm favourite with the regulars, from the boisterous families to the couples seeking a quiet escape.

And of course, everyone was used to seeing her in the water. Usually in uniform, her yellow t-shirt would become semi-transparent when wet, clinging enticingly to her form and sometimes revealing a glimpse of a coloured bikini underneath. It was a common sight, a harmless part of Katie's energetic persona, as she constantly patrolled the pools edge or demonstrated her swimming skills. She just loved being in the water. She also had a secret fascination with the way her clothes clung when wet. She loved the feel of soaked fabric against her skin.

But today was different. Today, Katie wore a dress; cream coloured, silky satin, it moved with a gentle grace that was at odds with her usual sporty attire. It was her best dress, the one she reserved for special occasions. But today's occasion was special indeed. Today, she was not just going to wear it, she had a plan to get it spectacularly, gloriously soaked.

Katie had decided to raise money for the local children's hospital, a cause close to her heart. And her method was, well, uniquely Katie. She was going to jump into the pool, fully dressed in her cream satin, after getting everyone to sponsor her. The idea had come to her in a flash of inspiration, a perfect blend of her desire to help and her love for the water.

She spent the morning at the reception desk, the day's paperwork forgotten as she excitedly explained her plan to everyone who came by. The news spread like wildfire around the holiday park. There was a buzz in the air, a mixture of curiosity and amusement. People came to see her, their wallets open, sponsoring her with a mix of coins and carefully folded notes. The collection tin steadily filled. A few regulars teasingly offered to pay more if she did a cannonball. She just laughed and promised a good show.

When it came time for her plunge, the pool area was packed. More people than usual wanted a swim and even more just wanted to look on. Katie emerged from the reception, the satin dress shimmering under the afternoon sun. It clung briefly to her legs, hips and breasts as she walked and as she passed the collection tin it was stuffed to the brim with money. She walked slowly around the edge of the pool, lapping up the attention. A cream coloured bikini outlined the shape beneath the dress. Her lips were curled into a playful smile and her eyes sparkled with mischief.

All eyes were on her. She was a vision of loveliness and everyone was waiting with bated breath.

She dipped her fingers into the cool water, feigning a dramatic shiver. "Oh, it's very cold," she said, her voice a playful tease that drew a few chuckles from her audience. She stretched out onto her tiptoes, then dipped her toes in the water again. A few impatient murmurs rippled through the crowd. Katie loved every second. She was the centre of the universe.

Then, with a final flourish, she climbed down the pool steps, her satin dress billowing around her. She entered the pool slowly, the material turning a darker shade of cream. The dress seemed to cling to her body as she waded in deeper and deeper, the fabric transparent now, highlighting the curves it had once draped. It clung to her thighs , her breasts and waist, the wet material moulded to her shape like a second skin. She submerged herself completely, letting the water envelop her before standing up, thigh-deep, her dress a second skin stretched across her body, the front of the skirt seeming to be sucked into her waist.

A collective hush fell over the crowd. The sight of Katie, her normally vibrant personality amplified by this unexpected display, was captivating. She moved with a slow grace that was surprisingly different from her usual boisterous energy. The cream material was now transparent against her skin. Her cream bikini was now visible beneath the clinging wet satin.

For a moment, she just stood there, letting the water lap around her, the sunlight creating liquid patterns on her soaked dress. She looked incredibly beautiful, the water transforming her from a cheerful lifeguard into something almost ethereal. Katie took a deep breath. She knew she was the centre of attention, but she also knew she looked fantastic, the dress clinging to every curve. She had a private smile.
The spell was broken as a small child squealed with delight. Soon, the pool area was filled with applause, whistles, and cheers. Katie grinned, shaking her wet hair, sending droplets flying. She playfully splashed a man who had sponsored her heavily, who laughed heartily and splashed her back. She had done it! She had raised money for a great cause, and she had enjoyed every second of it. She had also, she thought with satisfaction, loved the feel of her best dress, soaked and clinging against her skin.

As the afternoon wore on, Katie continued to patrol the pool, her cream dress now a darker, sodden mess. But she wore it with pride, a badge of honor. The collection tin had been emptied and was overflowing again. Katie glanced around and decided that she had better get changed before she caught a cold. But she was happy.
Throughout the rest of her day, Katie continued doing her duties, but the excitement and energy from her spontaneous fundraiser did not subside. She found herself chuckling at the memories of the afternoon. She often felt the damp material still clinging to her, a reminder of the day's unexpected fun. She had a feeling that would be a day she would never forget. And from now on, she might just like wearing dresses more often!
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