Hello fellow WAMs,
Unfortunately it's not often that we we can get or find an opportunity to indulge in our favourite fantasies. When we do however then surely the opportunity must be seized straight away.
When I was in my late teens My extremely religious & conservative family decided that it was time for me to go forth & spread the good word. I was taken to the church dressed in my best grey suit & tie & despite the fact that it was a hot summers morning I had to wear a sweater underneath my jacket. I made such a fuss that I managed to get the sweater replaced with a sleeveless sweater vest. A miracle indeed. I had grey socks & black leather dress shoes on as well.

My parents were busy with their own 'good work' pestering shoppers at the mall so I was left to talk to one of the church elders who would explain my mission & get me set up & started. He explained the work I was to perform.
He was very concerned about teenage morality & persuading young people to dress modestly. I nodded along with his tut tutting even thought I rather liked immodesty. He thought that maybe being a teenager myself I could talk to them & they would hopefully listen. I was horrified because I knew that I'd make a fool of myself & probably get bashed. He said that he was very concerned about girls wearing bikinis & young men wearing bathing shorts & even worse Speedo bathing briefs. He already had young people working the mall & most other places so he thought I should do the beach.

I thought this might not actually be too bad because I was never allowed to go to the beach. It would be great to be on a beach & I felt a bit aroused about being on a beach in summer talking to all that talent. They would be wearing sexy bathing suits while I would be wearing my office clothing. I would have my underpants briefs & singlet underneath my grey suit. I could just pretend to convert & instead just chat to these hot girls.

The briefing finished & I was kitted out with the leaflets & an A frame sign that was to be displayed on the beach. We walked to the beach & he watched me speak nervously to my first 'victims.' They were a group of young people about to plunge into the surf for a morning dip. Oh how I envied them because I was so hot in my suit & tie.
I did the spiel as the church elder looked on. The young folks were about my age & laughed at me but were good humoured about it all. One girl with a florescent orange bikini asked if I would like to go in with them for a swim. Before I had a chance the elder shook his head & told them that I had to stay dry & do the Lords good work. I told them I wouldn't be allowed to & I had no bathing suit anyway. "Well you could strip down to your undies & join us in the water." I shook my head sadly. "Why not just go in wearing your suit? That would be a very modest bathing suit wouldn't it?" she said laughing.
I could feel a bulge forming inside my grey trousers. The elder told them that it would definitely not be a good idea. He told them to enjoy their swim but think about our words carefully because it could mean the difference between a place in Heaven or Hell. They laughed, said goodbye & ran into the surf.

The elder & I discussed my performance with a few critisisms but a few praises as well. He told me that he had to go & do his own work at a nearby park He asked if I would be OK to work alone for a while until he could find me a partner. I was delighted & said that I'd be fine. He left the beach & I was alone.

I strolled along the sand taking in the view. There were many hot bikini clad girls here on this day I soon became as hard as a rock. I used my jacket to hide the fact that I had my hands in my pockets touching things I really shouldn't. The trousers were satin lined & the pockets felt nice & slippery as they brushed against my manhood. I fantasized about that girl asking me to swim in my suit. I was so hot & would have to stay here for hours.
I approached another group of young girls & did the spiel again to one who had a hot tiny little white bikini on.
She laughed & said, "You talk about immodest bathing suits but I think your secretly turned on by all this aren't you?" I shook my head & she laughed, "Look at your trousers" I got such a shock that she could see my bulge that I didnt notice a wave swept up the beach & soaked my shoes, socks & my grey trousers almost up to the knees. The other girl that I'd spoken to earlier suddenly appeared & said, "well well you're partly wet. Why don't you go for a swim in your underpants?" I would have loved to have done that but I was far too self conscious. "You should just jump in. Your suit will dry out. Go on. I dare you. Actually I've got a great Idea. You could swim out & try to convert all us naughty girls." I nearly shot my load there & then thinking about this. I was already partly wet anyway & it would be hours before I had to see anyone from the church. I'd be mostly dry by then. I could be a body surfing missionary. When would I get a chance like this again?

I just waded straight in to the cheers of the young people. A chest high wave approached & I simply barged through it. There was no turning back now so I dived under the next two waves. They followed me out & soon I was treading water wearing my grey suit sweater & tie complete with my shoes & socks. It felt fantastic to be swimming in my best clothes. I loved the way the suit pressed in on me from all sides. The water temperature was absolutely beautiful especially wearing my suit.
I decided it would be really kinky to do my mission out here in the surf & I spoke at length to the girls about modesty. They thought this was hilarious. It really turned me on especially because I was wearing my underpants briefs which were like Speedo briefs underneath completely inappropriate 'bathing wear' At least the church couldn't say I was immodest. " Let's surf" called one of the gorgeous girls. The were suddenly catching waves. I followed & had my first surf wearing a business suit. It was hard work because of the restricted movement & the fact that shoes are nowhere near as effective as swim fins.

After surfing two waves I removed my jacket & sweater vest & put them on the beach. I charged back in with everthing else still on & we had a great time surfing. I loved the way I could see my white singlet vest though my almost transparent white long sleeved business dress shirt. What a turn on. My tie needed to be flung over my shoulder all the time. The bubbling white water soon inflated my shirt & shiny grey pants. I came racing down a wave with all my clothes inflated & crashed onto the sand. As I stood up & raced back in I became aware that my shirt was now completely untucked & I felt so free. I surfed a huge wave and returned to the shore but as I stood up I realised that my pants were down around my ankles. I got a huge cheer for that one. I hurriedly pulled them up & tightened my belt. I quickly gave up on my mission when a girl seized me & started pashing me off while rubbing my bulge. It was too much I blew & filled my trousers with yoghurt. I fell back into the sea & just floated there in a daze. I had a lovely day playing in the surf & getting my pockets filled with sand. After several hours I reluctantly said goodbye & surfed a wave back to the beach. I stood up in the shallows & started wading towards the beach. Suddenly I heard someone anxiously calling my name. There on the beach was the church elder & he didn't look impressed.

"What in Gods name do you think you're doing? Tuck your shirt in & smarten yourself up at once. By now the young people had joined me on the beach. Everyone was staring at my wet dishevelled body. I had to think quickly & this was my excuse. I told him that I was speaking to a crowd when I was grabbed & thrown into the water by some boys. "These lovely girls tried to help me" I said. "So I continued speaking to them about modesty because I really think they have been listening to us sir." The girls & boys were trying really hard not to laugh at my pathetic story but they backed me up all the way. The boys apologised for something that they hadn't even done. " We were in a hurry to go swimming & he wouldn't stop hassling us. He kept telling us that we were almost naked & going on about how we should go home & change into something more modest. He was standing near the water & a big wave had already wet his shoes. We shouldn't have done it but we grabbed him & dragged him in. He wasnt very happy but at least we cooled him down." Orange bikini girl continued, " We felt sorry for him. We told him that as he was was already wet we might as well continue the talk in the water. You know sort of talk & swim. He was fantastic. He could have just given up & gone home to change but he swam out the back in his beautiful suit to speak with us. He really cares about us. He stayed in for ages & talked to us. He's persuaded us to come to your church. I might buy a more modest swimsuit maybe a one piece or one of those full swim suits." Now I was the one trying to keep a straight face. I could tell these were naughty non church going girls. I doubted very much that I'd see them on a Sunday pew. The elder looked at his watch & realised that he had to be somewhere. " I'll take their details & give them to you as soon as I can" I said. He told me that was a good idea but I really shouldn't have gone into the water especially not with my clothes & shoes on. I pointed out that it looked like we had some new converts.He did finally agree that it was probably worth it. I asked him not tell my parents but he said if it came out he wasn't going to cover for me because that would be deceitful. He told me it might be best to wash the salt water & sand out of my suit & shoes & try to dry my wet clothes before returning to church.
He left the beach & I was left standing with my new friends. One of the boys produced a cask of cheap wine & said,"Come on Father have some church wine. Your hearts not really in this religion thing is it? I think you like surfing, drinking & scantily clad women dont you?" Suddenly the girl in the orange bikini ripped off her top & exposed her gorgeous breasts. I loved the way they bounced with that dramatic motion, so nice firm & round. She pushed them right into my face & I was hard as a rock once more. She stepped back & laughed, "Modest enough for you? Are you really sure I should buy a one piece?" It was my turn to laugh now.

I took a huge swig of the wine & almost choked on it. I wasnt really used to wine. We all laughed but I had to ask the boy with the wine If he was on with the orange bikini clad girl. They were all suddenly laughing & I was puzzled. "Both these boys are gay." Orange bikini girl told me,"We're just good friends. The two of us are bi but we both like you." I nearly choked on the wine with surprise It was then that I saw my chance. I wondered if it could be a threesome? I asked the girls if they wanted to date. "Maybe we will but don't rush things Reverent. We've only just met you & we'll have be good modest girls now won't we?" They said smilingly.

I showered under the cold water beach shower & got as dry as I could before returning to the church very late. The elder never let on about my swim so my parents didnt find out either. I managed to get a few dates with both girls & even swam out into the sea on a few more 'missions' on these times I just wore shoes, socks, grey dress trousers, white long sleeved white shirt with a tie over a white singlet vest & white underpants briefs. Later on I swam in a pair of bone coloured chinos. They were good because my underpants were visible underneath them. It went well with the white singlet underneath the long sleeved white dress shirt effect. It was fun swimming & surfing dressed in my best clothes & shoes with my 'converts'. Inevitably word got around about the surfing 'missionary' & questions were asked. The church & my parents soon put a stop to my beachside missionary work. I was hoping to finally get my end in with one or both of the girls but my plans were thwarted because they left town. They were part of a group of people whose parents moved around regularly to find work & they had to move on. Unfortunately I lost contact with that crowd when they moved on.
I suppose all I could say was that it was nice work while I could get it.
These photos are staged & fairly recent because this story occurred long before mobile phone cameras.
Thanks for reading it.
Cheers. Winter Woolly Wetboy.