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A Bathing Suit and a Sexual Experience
Story by MrWetShirtx
Posted 2/26/17     941 views
A Bathing Suit and a Sexual Experience

After her three boy wetting, Fiona met up with Tony as arranged, and everything carried on between them as though nothing had happened. But she had exchanged phone numbers with number two, and so she received the first a number of flirty texts later on that night. She replied in a similar way, saying how much she had enjoyed their game, and how much she had enjoyed especially the consequences of being out! Fiona deleted every text straight away. Number two suggested various similar games they could play, and in them it always seemed to be Fiona who was out first! She described, in reply, her various swimsuits and outfits which she could choose to wear. Then number two suggested that they all meet up again the following Saturday.
Fiona knew that this behaviour was quite out of character for her, and it could threaten to endanger even her relationship with Tony. But something deep within was driving her on to even contemplate arranging this meet up. It so happened that Tony had a twelve hour overtime shift that day at the pool, because he had reports and accounts to work on, after normal opening. So on the Friday Fiona texted number two to agree, and a meeting place at the station was arranged. Number two texted back to say that they had all bought her a bottle of wine. Fiona decided to take them some packs of beer, and she folded up her pastel green one piece swimsuit, together with an ironed white tee and knee length games skirt. Then she found herself on the same train again as she had taken with Tony a week before, except that this time she was on her own.

The three lads were all together and met her off the train. Fiona now knew that they were all four years younger than her, and she was twenty two. They went into the station bar and flirted together over a couple of rounds of drinks. It was a cool and windy day, and in the warm bar they all had doubts about going swimming outdoors. Fiona asked if there were any indoor pools in the town. The lads replied that there were, but t shirts would definitely not be allowed there, and it would not be so much fun. They thought of braving the outdoor pool, when number two said that his parents were away. His house was empty until Sunday night. They had a whirlpool spa bath at home, would they all like to try it? Fiona was a little tipsy, but still well aware of what dangerous ground she was entering. But she flickered her eyes and gave a little lost puppy look, and said that she would love to. Promise all to behave? she asked. They all agreed.

So they all took a tram ride together and arrived at a large, secluded property set well back from the road. Number two let them in. I'm not allowed guests in the spa, he confided, So please take care and don't leave a mess. They all agreed. The spa was in a conservatory under a glass roof, at the back of the house. It takes a while for the water to warm up, number two explained, switching on the boiler. They gathered on the edge of the big empty bath, and opened their beer and wine. It was an expensive, sparkling wine and Fiona appreciated how much they had spent on her. The boys drank quickly from their cans. The conversation turned towards the flirty text messages Fiona had sent, and they asked her if she had brought her black swimsuit with her. Fiona got out her bag, and unfolded her green costume, t shirt and skirt. She passed them to number two. He ran his fingers over the soft material, Wow, he said, you will look fantastic in this! The boys had all brought budgie smugglers, t shirts and shorts. Fiona was soon comparing all their trunks, and teasing them. She said that they must still be all little boys, if they could fit their bits and pieces in these! More alcohol was consumed. Then the boiler alarm gave notice that the water was hot. Time to get ready! someone said. The boys started to remove their shirts, as if they all intended to strip off in front of Fiona! Hey, she said, wait a minute! I'm not changing here! She hurried off, and all the boys looked disappointed. Fiona found a spare room and closed the door behind her! She was feeling a little bit apprehensive now, but she took off her clothes and quickly slipped into her swimsuit. It fitted her closely and stretched over her boobs. She took her time to tuck her t shirt into her skirt. There was a knock on the door. Ready! Fiona cried, and she went back through to the spa.

Fiona was greeted with three loud cheers and three pairs of eyes feasted on her white top. Her skirt was light blue, and reached almost to her knees. There was a slit at the side, where the two sides of the skirt overlapped. Her companions all had t shirts on, grey, white and black, but they were not wearing their shorts. Fiona could see glimpses of trunks when they moved about or bent over. The water was running from several taps, and bubbled and foamed at the bottom of the big bath. Fiona put her feet one by one under a tap, and cold water splashed over her ankles. She playfully lifted up number two's t shirt, Nice trunks! Fiona said.

There were several bottles of bubble bath and essence on the shelf, and the three lads added small quantities from each. That smells good! said Fiona. What game are we playing? she asked. No one seemed to be able to think of one now, and the three lads suggested that they just get in. They all went one by one to use the lavatory, and Fiona went afterwards too! The wine was strong and she felt giddy. She came back into the conservatory. The three lads were sitting on the edge of the spa, with their feet over the side, disappearing into soapy bubbles beneath their knees. Number one and number two moved apart, inviting Fiona to sit between them. There was barely any room for her, so she squeezed in, with a water tap sticking up between her knees. Cosy! Fiona said, as she dropped her feet into the bubbles. I can't feel the water! It's a bit further below, number two explained. I didn't want to fill it too full! Fiona brushed her hands over her skirt, straightening it over her legs, so it covered her to her knees. She lifted up number two's t shirt again. She really fancies you! The other two lads teased number two.

Then Fiona spotted a row of plastic jugs beside the pool, which were there to serve fruit juice and water. They were big jugs, and they each must have held about two pints. She picked one up, and filled it from the tap in front of her. It was warm. Now then, number two, she said, What do I like most about you? He looked confused. It's your trunks! Fiona said. She lifted up his grey t shirt to his chest, and slowly emptied the contents of the jug over his speedos. He sat right back, and let her pour. I'm in heaven! he said. The water splashed away, quite a bit landing on the side of Fiona's skirt, as she was so close. Number two brushed his hand up and down her, feeling the wet material and her leg underneath. His shirt dropped back over his wet trunks, hiding a rising bulge. He adjusted his drawstring. Fiona refilled the jug. Now then, number one, Fiona continued, What do I like most about you? Before he replied, she said, Your t shirt! Fiona poured the whole of the contents down his chest, rubbing her hands over his underdeveloped, just post adolescent body, as she did. His black t shirt was soaked. More water splashed over the other side of Fiona's skirt. Number three, she continued, What do I like most about you? He said he didn't know! Your hair! She replied. Number three had natural curls which ran over his ears and neck. Fiona stood up and reached over to him. She emptied the jug over his head. His curls flattened, as his soaking hair stuck to his head. Fiona massaged his scalp and his neck. His white t shirt was wet through. Fiona wriggled back into her seat. She reached down and filled the jug again.

Now, said Fiona, Let's see if you all remember! Number one! she asked, My t shirt! he replied, and Fiona poured the jug full over his back and his front, feeling it splash over her t shirt as well as her skirt. Number three? My hair! he said, and again Fiona soaked his locks. Number two? My speedos! he replied. Fiona reached down. The jug was full again. She lifted up the bottom of his now slightly damp t shirt, and pulled at the waistband of his trunks. She put the jug down and untied them. Everyone cheered. Then she pulled the top of the trunks an inch away from his hairy torso, and placed the lip of the jug in this gap. She poured the whole of the contents into and over his trunks.

The three lads didn't know what had hit them. They all filled plastic jugs. "It's your turn now!" number two said to Fiona. He had just tied his trunks up again. She gave him her little lost look again. But I'm wet already! Fiona said. Not really! He replied. Now its time to get really wet! What do I like most about you?" asked number one. it was Fiona's turn to feel confused. "Your skirt!" he said, and he poured the jug over Fiona's legs. She squealed and leaned back back over number two. He lifted her games skirt right up, by the slit, showing the hem of her t shirt underneath. Another jug appeared, most of the water this time splashed over Fiona's chubby white thighs., "What do I like most about you?" continued number three. "Your hair!" he answered his own question. Fiona bent forward, as he poured jug over her head. The water poured out of her hair and into the bath in front of her. Most of Fiona's Fiona's t shirt stayed dry.
Number two looked at Fiona, and held the lip of the jug an against her chest. Droplets from her hair dripped into it. His grip was unsteady, and water slopped out, running down Fiona's t shirt and onto her soaked skirt. "What do I like most about you?" he asked. Fiona giggled. My t shirt!! She said. Now be more honest," someone said. Number two ran the jug up and down Fiona's front. More water slopped out, her t shirt was starting to cling to her and the top of here green cossie was becoming visible. "My tits!" Fiona replied. Number two pulled the neck of her t shirt away, and emptied the jug down her front. "Correct!" he replied. Fiona gasped as she felt the water soak her swimsuit, her t shirt and the bits of her skirt that were still dry. "That's lovely!" she said.

Numers one and two got up and laid out a thick, fluffy towel beside the spa. Fiona felt three pairs of hands lift her by the arms, the legs and under her back, and they laid her gently onto the towel. She got that incredibly excited, sexy feeling again. She giggled with delight, The boys told that it was time for a proper bath! Number two picked up a bottle of bath foam, and he splattered large quantities over Fiona's skirt and top. The it was blue, thick and runny and it began to soak into her shirt, mixing with the green swimsuit colour which was already partly showing through. He ran some down her arms. Numbers one and three crouched beside her, and she held their arms. She giggled when her skirt was folded back and more thick liquid was landed on her thighs. Then three jugs appeared and the water was poured all over her. Fiona closed her eyes. She felt hands massaging her, over her arms, her shoulders, her tummy and her legs. Hands made a soapy lather from the foam. She felt hands on her skirt and on her bare lags beneath. Fiona sat up raised both her arms in the air. More jugs full of warm water drenched her. Hands reached over her back and her front, the lather went everywhere. Hands brushed over her breasts, one stayed longer, but another lad took it quickly away. More jugs appeared. Fiona was turned into a huge, wet, foamy bubble and she loved it. The boys decided that it was time to get into the bath, and they all lowered themselves into the soapy water. Fiona did the same, feeling her skirt ride up to her middle as she submerged herself beside them.

They were all covered in the soapy, bubbly water and all that could be seen of them were four pairs of sodden shoulders and heads. The lads all lifted up handfuls of foam and bubbles, and covered Fiona's hair in them. She felt unseen hands again in the bath, stroking her legs and then smoothing her skirt over her thighs. An arm went around her waist, caressing her t shirt, which seemed to slip and slide over the swimsuit beneath. The warm water was making Fiona feel even more light headed. She felt fingers run over her breast, and she gently moved them aside. The three lads all stood up, and they climbed onto the ledge where they had been sitting. Foam covered all their t shirts and water dripped down steadily into the bath. One by one they all pulled their t shirts over their heads and then wrung them out into the bath. Fiona was surrounded by three bare torsos, and three pairs of wet, soapy trunks, just inches from her face. Fiona was feeling naughty. She held number two around his thighs, her hand was almost between his legs. She stroked his bottom and rubbed suds into back of his trunks. The other two whooped and jeered, but really they were feeling a bit jealous. Fiona filled her hands with more foam, and rubbed it on his tummy, running her fingers firmly right down to his drawstring. Number two was breathing quickly.

He put his hands under Fiona's arms and he helped her to stand up. Great lumps of foam ran down Fiona's clothes. Number two unfastened her skirt, which dropped into the foam by Fiona's feet. Fiona lifted up her t shirt and he helped her out of it. Fiona stood stood up and adjusted her swimsuit. Her boobs seemed to want to pop out. Her nipples showed clearly through. Three jugs of warm water were poured over her, and three moire followed over her again. Her saturated swimsuit clung tightly all over her. Number two put one hand on her bum and the other just below her little tummy bulge. Fiona pressed herself against him, he felt her nipples, even through her wet swimsuit, slide over his chest. His hand slipped down over Fiona's crotch. She slapped more foam over his backside, pitching and picking at his trunks, then she moved her hand around over the front. Fiona put a finger under the drawstring, and she felt his erection, she gently stroking the front of his trunks. The other two looked on. Then they brought over two thick towels, and laid them down on the carpet next the spa. Fiona climbed out and knelt on the towels. Number two joined her and grasped her back, holding her tight then stroking her breasts firmly. His hand slipped down and he caressed Fiona again at her groin. She pulled at his trunks, so they barely covered his manhood, as she lay back on the towels and pulled him over her. His hand went down between them, he wriggled about and then he gasped. He suddenly relaxed on Fiona's body as warm fluid flowed out inside his trunks. Fiona gently rubbed his back as the moment passed. This was his first kind of sexual experience, shared with Fiona and with their two swimsuits still in place.
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