They both showered and changed back into their day clothes.

"Let's come back again tomorrow morning!" Fiona suggested. "That was real fun! I'd love to go on again!"

Number Two agreed,"I think we could beat the best time next time!"

They took the short tram ride to the hotel and checked in. This was bliss, their own space and a comfortable room for the night together!

"It's a pity that our things are all wet!" Number Two said. "We could have gone down to the pool!"

"We can go!" Fiona replied. "I've got my bikini and shorts."

"But my trunks are wet," Number Two said.

"They won't take five minutes to dry!" Fiona replied brightly. Then she rinsed their wet clothes in the sink, hanging Tony's trunks by the fan while she washed everything else by hand. There was no trace of gunge left on any of their clothes, so Fiona wrung them out and soon there were two t shirts hanging up beside her skirt and swimsuit, over the shower.

"There, your trunks are dry!" Fiona announced, "They're so skimpy, and the material is so thin that they dry in no time!"

They both changed into their swimwear; Fiona had brought her blue bikini which she had the week before. She undressed and put the bikini on, together with had a neatly ironed white t shirt and her loose white polyester shorts. She left the shorts untied. Number Two had his little black trunks on, Fiona pulled him close and brushed one hand over his bum while she rubbed his tummy with the other.

"Let's both go and get nice and wet!" Fiona invited him. Number Two put on a blue nylon football shirt, and they both wrapped towels around their shoulders and they went down barefoot in the lift.

It was much later in the day, when they arrived at the pool, than the time when they had first been there last week. The lifeguards had gone and the children and families had been replaced by mainly older people in the water. There were about half a dozen middle aged men, some of them trying to swim up and down the very short lengths. The water in the shallow end was really too shallow for swimming! There were two ladies, a bit older than Fiona, sitting on the side.

Number Two and Fiona walked slowly beside the pool, stopping at a part where the tiles at the side were all dry. Fiona's white kit looked bright and eye catching under the pool lights, nearly everyone noticed her and glanced at her, wondering whether the two of them were members of staff, or guests coming for a swim?

Fiona was looking at the water with that interest in her eyes which suggested she was about to go in. Was she about to, dressed as she was? That t shirt and those shorts were not what you expect to see someone swimming in, and what would she look like wet through? Perhaps she was not going in, because the ties of her shorts dangled loosely.

Fiona put her hands inside the waistband, running her fingers around from back to front and tucking her t shirt down. Perhaps she was now going to slip out of her t shirt and shorts and just have on her swimwear? But then she did up the tie, fastening it for a second time to make sure that it was tight. Fiona sat down, letting her feet splash in the pool. She was about halfway from the shallow to the deeper end. The two ladies were a few feet away. Although one of them was speaking very quietly to the other Fiona thought that she could just hear what she was saying!

"I thought she was taking them off to get in, but then she tied them up! And she's still got her top on too!" Fiona smiled to herself. She liked it when other people noticed her, about to get wet. Her shorts and t shirt felt soft and comfortable, and Fiona anticipated them clinging to her skin. She saw that the ladies' swimsuits both looked dry; it appeared that they had not yet been in the pool.

Number Two sat down beside her and pulled his football shirt up over his head.

"No!" said Fiona, laughing. "Go in the pool with your top on!" The two ladies both turned around and Fiona was conscious of them watching. Number Two grinned and pulled his top back down over his trunks, before slipping off the side. The water reached the bottom of his shirt, and he swished his arms backwards and forwards, making little waves which washed against Fiona's shins. She kicked some splashes down his back before Number Two glided forward with a neat stroke just under the surface of the pool.

The two ladies were laughing together. The one nearest to Fiona turned around.

"He did just as he was told, didn't he!" she said. Fiona giggled.

Number Two was at the deeper end now, his shirt was sparkling under the lights as it clung to his chest.

"It looks like he has got his shirt wet anyway!" the lady concluded. She was wearing a neat cream coloured one piece. Her friend had a green one piece, with different tones around the bust, the tummy and the hips.

"He looks good wet," Fiona giggled again. "And it dries really quickly anyway!" she added, as if to make her choice of Number Two's swimwear sound completely sensible.

"Are you going to join him?" she asked.

"A bit later!", replied Fiona. I'll just sit for a bit first."

Number Two eased himself across the bottom of the pool with a couple of strokes. His head broke the surface at the side, between where Fiona sat and her two new acquaintances. He stood up and grinned at Fiona as water dripped off him.

"Your girlfriend is admiring your body!" the cream suited lady said. "She likes your wet shirt!"

Number Two looked away. "I know, I know!" he said quickly, "It's pretty cool!"

He disappeared under the surface again, to hide his embarrassment. The cream suited lady carried on speaking to Fiona, explaining that both her and her friend had just bought these swimsuits, and they had decided to try them out. She was called Susan and her friend was Kate. The heating in the pool area was warm and inviting, so they both thought that the pool was likely to be nice and warm too!

Fiona assured her that it was. "I was here last week," Fiona explained, "And the lifeguard soaked me with a freezing cold hose while I was sitting here!" Susan laughed as she eased herself gently forward down into the pool. The water did not quite reach her costume.

"That must have been funny!" she said.

"Yes, and I got absolutely wet through!" Fiona confirmed "Then we got in the pool, and it was lovely and warm!"

Susan sprinkled some water over her tummy. Her costume immediately showed marks where there the water went, the cream colour turned much darker.

"Were you just sitting there, and not getting in, when the lifeguard soaked you?" she asked, looking at Fiona curiously.

"I was the ball girl for the game, and that was all the thanks I got!" Fiona replied, and they all laughed.

"In your t shirt and shorts?" Kate asked.

"Yes, but I had my new bikini on too!" Fiona confirmed.

"Did you just let him?" Susan asked next.

"He told him to!" Fiona giggled, looking towards Number Two.

"I suppose if you sit right on the side, you are really asking for it, even with your things on!" Kate commented.

"I didn't mind!" Fiona confirmed, "I wanted to get my new bikini wet anyway!"

"Have you got your bikini on again now?" asked Kate.

Fiona nodded.

"I thought so," Kate said, "I can just see the outline of the top through your t shirt!"

Fiona smiled, "It shows through lots in the pool!" The two ladies both looked at her closely.

"Are you coming in again now?" Susan asked.

"In a minute!" Fiona replied.

"Are you keeping your top and shorts on?" Kate asked.

"Oh yes," replied Fiona, "These stay on! I don't like it just in my bikini and these feel more comfortable."

"Don't you mind getting them wet?" asked Kate.

"No, I like it!" Fiona replied firmly. Susan splashed herself more.

"That's a lovely swimsuit!" Fiona complimented her. "I like the way it shows up darker when you get in the water!"

Number Two joined them again, and the Kate in green waded into the pool.

"They want to try out their new costumes!" Fiona explained to Number Two.

"How about the cold hosepipe?" he suggested. "That'll sort them both out!"

Both ladies shrieked with laughter. "We've just heard about that!" Susan said. "Your girlfriend got a freezing cold hosing last week in her top and shorts!" Number Two grinned.

"I know," he said. "I told him to do it!"

Both ladies dipped their bodies down into the water, Kate right up to her shoulders and her friend to just above her tummy. Fiona reached down and scooped some water over Susan's back.

"That's nice!" she said, encouraging Fiona to splash her again, by moving closer to the side of the pool. Fiona did so, watching the straps turn from cream to shades of deep brown. Kate looked down at herself, checking how the tones of her new suit looked now that it was wet and shiny.

Susan looked at Number Two, "It's time you got your girlfriend wet in!" she told him firmly. "She made you get in the pool in your shirt, and you are letting her just sit there without getting wet at at all!"

Number Two looked a bit embarrassed again. "Turn the hose on her!" Kate suggested, pointing to where the hose was wrapped around a reel on the wall, a few feet away.

"I'd better not to that!" Number Two cautioned. There was a tap on the wall, next to several brushes and buckets.

"A bucket full then!" Kate said. Her friend laughed so much that Fiona splashed water all over her back, and the back of her hair, to quieten her down.

"No-one will mind you filling up the bucket!" Kate advised. Number Two grinned and jumped out of the pool in one swift movement, by pushing up with both his hands on the side.

"And make sure it's cold!" she added.

"Cute little trunks!" Susan murmured. "I think I prefer minus the shirt," she confided to Fiona, "You see the trunks better!"

Now Fiona looked coy, "I like both, she said. I like it when he gets in the pool and they turn shiny and clingy! Both ladies laughed.

"Now you're talking good sense!" they both agreed.

Most of the other swimmers head left by now. There were only two older men left in, talking together in the deeper end. Number Two let the cold water tap run for a couple of minutes, while the ladies chatted. He didn't know that they were discussing the advantages of seeing his body in just his wet trunks. A stream of cold water flowed from the floor under the tap, spreading out as it drained towards the pool. Fiona shuffled quickly along the poolside, to get out of its' path.

Susan and Kate both laughed, "There's no point in moving away!" Susan said. "Your boyfriend is filling the bucket and you're for it!" Fiona looked over her shoulder at Number Two.

"Don't you dare! she said to Number Two, but she was giggling at the same time.

"I'm only doing what I'm told!" he replied, "I always do what I'm told!"

"Fill two buckets!" instructed Kate, gladly testing out this newly found theory, that Number Two simply did what he was told. Number Two did. He carried both buckets over, they were both so full that water shook out over the rims.

"Oh No!" said Fiona,looking at the buckets and thinking how cold the water must be. "I'm getting in the pool now!" She wriggled further away and pushed herself down the tiles, towards the shallow end.

"Wait a moment!" Susan replied, beaming at Number Two. "Well done," she thanked him. "Can we both do the honours?"

"Of course," Number Two agreed. He stepped towards Fiona and stood right behind her, grabbing both her hands, lifting her arms right up above her head and then holding onto her wrists.

"You can get in the pool in a minute! he laughed.

"Now Fiona!" announced Susan, "It is time for you to be punished!"

"What for?" Fiona protested, "I haven't done anything!" She wriggled a little, but Number Two was holding her firmly.

"For making your boyfriend get wet in his shirt!" Susan said, while Kate laughed.

"Then for leering at him! And for sitting by the pool and not getting in! And for coming to the pool in your t-shirt!"

Susan picked up the first bucket and carefully tipped it slightly over Fiona's head, the water poured out in a steady stream, quickly out quickly soaking her hair. Fiona squealed.

All the water was flowing down her face, neck and shoulders and back. None was splashing away.

"You will get nice and wet now!"Susan concluded triumphantly.

"It's really cold!" Fiona whimpered.

"Good! Good!" laughed Susan. Fiona moved her head from side to side, but Susan adjusted her aim accordingly, so the water kept running through her hair and then soaking into her shirt. Fiona tried to move her head forward, so Susan made sure that the water all went down her back. Then she wriggled backwards, as far as Number Two's hold on her arms allowed. So Susan emptied the rest of the bucket over her front and her shorts, showing the shape and colour of Fiona's bikini under her t shirt.

"I'm wet through!" Fiona protested. Number Two kept holding her. Kate picked up the other bucket.

Two gentlemen at the shallow end were laughing as they watched closely what was going on.

"Pour it out nice and slowly," Susan advised her. "She gets wetter then!" Kate carried on from where Susan had left off, pouring it down each of Fiona's arms, down her sleeves, over her shoulders and then mostly down her front. Fiona's bikini turned the shade of dark blue which it went when it was really wet.

"Nice bikini!" said Susan, then asking Number Two "Do you like your girlfriend's bikini?"

Number Two agreed that he did. "Well, we've got it nice and wet for you!" Susan concluded.

Kate tipped the last of the water over Fiona's shorts. Then Number Two let go of Fiona and she jumped down into the pool, before the others all joined her, laughing. Fiona splashed Susan with both her arms, sending waves of water over the dry bits left on her suit, and over her hair.

"That was a cruel punishment!" Fiona said.

They all wrapped towels around themselves and made their way out. Fiona was careful not to let her wet things drip on the floor. Kate and Susan had big fluffy wraparounds, to cover themselves. It turned out that they had all brought bottles of wine to the hotel, so Fiona and Number Two invited the two ladies to join them in their room. So they stopped at Susan and Kate's room on the way, so they could pick up their wine.

"Aren't you going to get changed first?" asked Fiona.

"No, we'll have drink with you first, and then we'll get ready for dinner later," Susan replied.

So they all went into Fiona and Number Two's room still with their towels around their swimwear. Number Two slipped out of his wet shirt and into a dry one, but he still had on his trunks. Fiona pulled off her wet t and shorts, and left the towel wrapped around her bikini. The girls all settled down on the bed and Number Two sat in the one chair which the room provided.

Fiona told Susan and Kate about the gungy obstacle course in the park, and that they were going back to go around again tomorrow! Which explained why they had more clothes drying over the shower! Susan and Kate were fascinated to hear about it, and they both agreed that they would like to come along to see it. The conversation became more and more giggly as more wine was consumed.

Kate said that she had always daydreamed, since she was a child, of getting covered in gunge!

"Now's your chance!" Number Two suggested.

Kate asked him what he had been wearing there, "Just these trunks and a t shirt!" Number Two told her.

"Wow," said Susan, "We do like your trunks wet, but covered in gunge would be even better!"

Number Two said that they had not really been covered in gunge, because his t shirt had covered them almost all of the time.

More wine later, and Fiona was teasing he two other girls by telling them how Number Two and his two friends had covered her in soapy bubbles in the spa.

"Fiona," asked Kate. "Since we've already soaked you, is it OK if we get your boyfriend messy?" Fiona laughed and agreed immediately. She said that she would look forward to joining in.

Number Two hesitated at first, as he wondered what he had let himself in for. Then the thought of three pretty girls, rather than just one, doing what they were going to do, started to arouse him. After all, it was just a couple of weeks since the three of them had given Fiona a rub down in the spa! Now it was his turn!

"What can we use for gunge?" Kate asked. Options in the hotel were limited.

"Body wash gel!" Susan said brightly. "It must be OK on the skin. There's a bottle in the bathroom."

Fiona remembered that there were also spare bottles in an open storage area by the lift.

"I'll go and get a couple!" she offered. Fiona opened the door and peeped out. The corridor was empty. She hurried out, with her towel hanging loosely from her shoulders. Her damp bikini was clearly visible, as was an ample show of her boobs, barely covered by the top. Fiona took two large bottles of gel from the shelf. The lift door opened, and a very dignified looking elderly couple stepped out.

The gentleman opened his mouth as if to speak, and his mouth remained open as a tipsy Fiona hurried past him.

"How extraordinary!" he said to his wife, "What an extraordinary amount of product she requires to bathe with. And she appears to bath with her beach wear, even in the hotel. How extraordinary!"

Kate and Susan had laid two bath towels on the bed. They guided Number Two there, pulling off his shirt, and he lay down on his tummy. The girls took one bottle of gel each. Susan and Kate dripped gel on his back and his legs. Fiona went straight for his bum, with handfuls of gel to rub into back of his trunks. The soft, thin material became wet, shiny and very clingy and all three girls ran their fingers up and down. Fiona rolled Number Two over onto his back. He was feeling aroused and there was a bulge in his trunks.

Kate and Susan dropped more gel on his legs and his tummy. Fiona started to massage some more into the front of his trunks, running her fingers inside and out. She untied his drawstring and then lay on top of him, covering his erection with her body. Fiona put her hand into Number Two's trunks, as he lay under her bikini. She worked on his erect penis for a minute, until his moment of pleasure and relief arrived. Fiona rolled off him to the side. Then Susan playfully attacked Fiona with her gel bottle, squirting it over Fiona's boobs, splattering her bikini top and sending gel running down inside the cups.

Fiona retaliated, pouring gel over Susan's shoulders and sending streams of it down the front of her cossie. Kate grabbed Fiona, unclipping her bikini bra and unfastening the string. The bra dropped down to the floor. Number Two watched with fascination, while he tied up his messy trunks. She lifted up his hands, filling them with gel, and placed them onto Fiona's breasts. Fiona squealed with delight as Number Two stroked his hands over her nipples, while gel ran down her tummy and over her bikini pants.

Susan and Kate went for her again, squirting gel all over her bottoms, both inside and out. Fiona's bikini pants turned very dark blue again. This time it was Number Two's turn to pleasure his girlfriend. He slid on top of her, pressing Fiona into the towels, gel smearing all over her back. Fiona gasped and squealed as Number Two massaged her inside, before her moment of pleasure also came. Then their four of them collapsed together, side by side on the bed. They had all enjoyed a swimsuit and gel orgy. They all agreed to meet up again the next morning.