Away Weekend

September turned into October. There was something especially sad and forlorn about the outdoor pool after the season. The sun loungers and plastic seats were all stacked away and stored under tarpaulin sheets. The water was drained out of the pool leaving the blue tiles looked faded and neglected. Autumn leaves and bits of rubbish blew about the deserted poolside. The huts and changing rooms were all locked with their glass less widows covered with sheeting. Life would not return until next May.
For Mike and Jenny these shorter days were magical days, as their relationship blossomed. He two pairs of friends enjoyed each other's company in and out of work time. Jenny spent more of her time away from her home and from her parents, and a few weeks after closing day at the pool, she spent her first full weekend with Mike. The daily regional paper started a campaign to raise further funds for the charity featured in the messy charity challenge, and so it found a ready excuse to republish the photo it had already featured of a gunged Jenny in her loose vest and skewed bikini. The four of them were all giggling about this as Tony looked through the rest of the local features. There are a lot of cheap weekend breaks on offer! he mused, noticing that a holiday camp at the nearby resort was offering bargain rates for its' last weekend of the season there, at the end of the month. Why don't we all have a weekend away?
This seemed to be an excellent idea, and at $99.00 all in for a chalet it was just about as cheap as it would have been to stay at home. So they all agreed on a two night break and they booked it straight away. None of them had a car, but the next Friday afternoon they all went together from the station, by train to the resort, and then they all shared a taxi to the camp itself. The chalet had a lounge, kitchen two double bedrooms and they all looked forward to a romantic weekend.
The camp itself was quiet, some of the entertainments and cafes were already closed. The wet weather had continued all month, and it was quite cold and miserable outside. The camp did boast a small indoor swimming pool, however, and the four friends looked forward to trying that out. There was also a programme of outdoor activities; archery, skittles and soccer, but because of weather there was very little interest in any of these. The soccer pitch was close by to their chalet, and when they wandered around there on the Saturday morning they realised why no-one wanted to play. It is almost as bad as our park the other week! said Mike. The ground was very wet and their shoes sunk into the soft mud, the centre of the pitch looked much worse and was heavily puddled. All we need is another rainstorm, and we could have our very own soccer challenge again, in the mud! suggested Jenny. Neither Tony nor Mike said anything, but they both thought this was a great idea.
They decided to go swimming, and returned to the chalet to collect their things. T shirts and shorts, girls? Tony asked. Fiona wondered if they would be allowed to wear these in the pool, but they decided to ask. You wear your t shirts, too! Fiona told the boys. Tony had two yellow lifeguard t shirts, and he and Mike packed one each with their trunks. Jenny had her bright red bikini, Fiona her new black one piece, to which she added a white cotton t shirt and her shiny long black shorts. Jenny took a pink vest and her red athletic shorts with her. They all went in to get changed, and came out from the separate changing areas to join each other beside the pool. It was early in the morning and no-one else was there. Is it OK if we keep our tops on in the pool? Tony asked the bored looking solitary lifeguard. He looked bemused, It's OK with me! he replied.
The shallow end of the pool was very shallow, only about two feet deep, and they all paddled in there. Tony picked up a football from the poolside, and threw it to Mike. They all spread out around the shallow area and tossed the ball one to another. The water only just came above Fiona's knees, below the hem of her shorts, but she noticed lots of tiny droplets gathered on them, as the water splashed up against her legs. Tony threw the ball very hard into the pool, a couple of feet in front of Fiona. She squealed as a cascade of splashes hit right down her front. Watch you don't get wet! said Tony. Fiona hurled the ball back at him. Then Mike did the same thing to Jenny, but she was ready for the throw and she dived forward towards him, catching the ball in front of her face before plunging under the shallow water. She came up with her hair plastered over her face, her vest and shorts clinging to her skin. Well done Jenny! Mike said. The boys both tried to make acrobatic catches, but they were not as good at this as Jenny was, but they did at least soak their t shirts and trunks. Fiona stayed in the shallowest area, Tony continued to use his throws of the ball to send water splashing over her. Sometimes the ball landed to the right of her, sometimes to the left, and always slightly in front. Each time several spurts reached her, landing mainly on her shorts. The front of her shorts were soaked and the lower part her t shirt was quite wet, with several damp patches over her tummy and chest. The shape of Fiona's favourite swimsuit was showing through just a little, but she still felt fairly dry. Fiona untucked her t shirt and lifted it up, glancing down at her tummy. Her costume looked dry, as the material was not shiny, as it became after she was properly in the pool. Tony brushed the back of his hand against her. You're only a bit damp, he said. Several families were now getting in the pool, so they decided to leave the space to them. Fiona went over and sat on poolside, her t shirt now hanging over her shorts, with only the hems of the legs on view, although the dark colour of both her shorts and costume were visible under the damp white cotton. Everyone else climbed out; they were all wet through , with their shirts stuck against the lad's chests and Jenny's bikini top teasing everyone through her vest. They went to get changed, leaving Fiona by herself. She swished her legs back and forward in the water, letting her feet skim over the surface. There were about a dozen people in now, there were two families with young children and a young couple. They slid off the side into the water quite close to Fiona. The man wore baggy beach shorts, his girlfriend was slim and pretty and she looked stunning in a white bikini. The water came up to her legs above her knees, but below her bikini pants, which had a silver band around the waist with a clip at the front. She was looking closely at Fiona. Have you been in the pool? She asked. Fiona said that she had been splashing about, but she had not been swimming. You can't swim anyway, dressed like that! The girl challenged her. Why don't you just wear a suit like everyone else? Fiona was more confident in herself these days, and she was not taken aback by this abruptness. She said that everyone should wear what they feel comfortable in, and it was quite possible to swim as she was. "You just wet, that's all!" Fiona laughed. Then she explained that she always had her swim suit on too. The man laughed, and said that if Fiona had a swimsuit on then it was time that she got wet! He splashed water from the pool vigorously, over her head, over her shoulders, right at her front and over her legs. Fiona giggled and she shut her eyes while the water showered over her. She felt her hair getting wet and the cool water soaked through her t shirt. She could feel the wetness running down her breasts and soaking through her costume. The girl joined in the splashing as Fiona swept back her wet hair with both hands, feeling the sleeves of her t shirt clinging to her arms."That's lovely!" she laughed, not in the least bit put out. She was enjoying herself. She scooped up a double handful of water and emptied down the girls front, watching it run around and over her bikini top. The girl asked Fiona to turn around. Fiona was giggling. She lifted her legs out of the pool and sat sideways. Her back was still dry, except for the bottom of her t shirt which she sat on. The couple both splashed her down her back, but less a aggressively this time. Two black straps appeared through the wet t shirt, followed by a black swimsuit shape , which began just above Fiona's shorts. The girl then put both her hands on Fiona's shoulders and massaged her neck, through the wet material, while her partner continued to scoop up water over her. That's lovely! Fiona thanked them before they both moved off. , The four friends spent the rest of the day enjoying the indoor entertainments area, playing some computer games, sharing a meal and watching the big screen TV. It got dark just after six, and they all went back to the chalet together, each clutching a bottle of wine. They had left their swimming things and wet clothes hanging up by the heater, and all the kit was now dried. The wine was good, the two couples both cuddled up together on an armchair each and decided what to do next. We should have turned up for the football this afternoon! Tony said. But they said that no-one had played for a month, because the pitch is too wet! replied Fiona. No-one else turned up for a game! But we could still have played mud football again! Tony insisted. They all agreed that it would have been fun to have slid over and fallen into the mud, and maybe tomorrow they could! You just want to cover me in mud again! Fiona protested, and Tony did not deny this. Jenny said that she was willing, They had mud wrestling last Saturday at the nightclub, and that looked fun! I would have gone forward to enter, but I didn't have anything to wear! All the girls had their bikinis with them! They must have all intended entering before they arrived, observed Mike, And they went there ready for it!
Half a bottle of wine each later, the conversation returned to mud wrestling. They all agreed that it seemed fun, especially if they were wrestling in mixed pairs! After another glass, it was Tony who made the inevitable suggestion. He picked up his trunks and Fiona's black swimsuit. Come on, let's put these on and sneak down to the pitch! We can wrestle in the mud and no-one will see us! Jenny fell off her seat laughing. But I'll ruin my bikini! she protested. Mud washes off! Tony replied. We can wash it off in the shower afterwards! They made their way into their bedrooms and emerged two minutes later, each clad in their swimwear again. Then they put dressing gowns on, and slipped into their plastic flip flops.
Outside the chalet it was very dark and the site was deserted. They all felt excited and mischievous as they crept quietly along the footpath, to the edge of the nearby field. Once they stepped onto the grass, the darkness became almost total. They could not see the ground in front, but they could hear their feet squelching into the mud. Then, as their eyes became more adjusted to the darkness, they made out the shape of a dark puddle in front of them. The light from the distant footpath caught the water and flickered for a second. This is the best bit! Tony announced. We're not going in, are we? Fiona was suddenly doubtful, but the others couldn't wait. They hurried over to other side of the pitch, where they could just make out the shape of a bench. They put their dressing gowns over the bench, and their shoes underneath. They tip toed carefully back over the dirt, it felt very cold and runny under their now bare feet. They stopped beside the puddle again. Jenny adjusted her bikini and dropped down to her knees in the sludge, Come on! , she said, Two rounds each, two submissions to win! Mike immediately heeded the invitation and splashed onto his knees in front of Jenny. They could hardly see each other, each was just a dark shape in front. Jenny scooped up two big handfuls of mud, and splattered both down each side of Mike's orange shorts, scooping more mud and water over them. She was giggling. Mike filled his hands with mud too, and poor Jenny could not see what he was about to do. He reached forward and massaged the mud gently but firmly into her bikini top. Tony and Fiona had their arms around each other, to keep warm, and they could not see what Mike was doing, they could only hear Jenny's squeals and giggles. You cheeky boy! she said. Mike jumped forward onto her, and his greater weight tipped her backwards off balance into the mud, with Mike still holding onto her. She landed on her back with Mike lying on her front. Mike pushed her head back into the mud, which was all down the back of poor Jenny's hair. Tony and Fiona still could not see what was going on, as Mike held Jenny's face in both his hands and kissed her passionately. Her giggling stopped and replaced by a moan of pleasure, she could feel Mike's erection through his shorts, pressing against her. One submission to me! said Mike. They got back up on their knees again. Jenny got hold of another two handfuls of mud, and smeared them down Mike's shorts, her hands pausing over the shape of his penis, pushing at the front of the shorts. She moved her hands to his waistband, and pulled the shorts down, at the same time as drawing Mike to her. Jenny let herself fall backwards into the mud again, holding onto Mike as she went. Now he was on top of her again, reaching down to wriggle his knees out of the shorts altogether and at the same time pulling Jenny bikini bottoms down to her ankles. Coitus was instantaneous. Two submissions! gasped Mike.
Fiona and Tony had a fair idea what was going on by now, and they withdrew quietly to the bench some yards away. Mike and Jenny emerged from the darkness a few moments later. Who won? asked Tony. I think we both did, replied Jenny. I've always wanted to go mud wrestling! The pair of them adjusted their swimwear, while drops of muddy liquid ran down their legs and backs. They put their dressing gowns over themselves, hoping that they would be able to wash them later on. Are you to having a go? asked Mike. Fiona and Tony decided not to, We couldn't do any better than you two did! laughed Tony.
They all walked back to the chalet together, Mike and Jenny headed into the shower. They were in there for ages, over twenty minutes together, washing the mud out of every part of their bodies and rinsing out their swimsuits several times over. Finally they felt clean. They spent some time washing all the specks of dirt from the sides of the shower cubicle, too. Fiona and Tony waited patiently, they still had their swimwear on, and they both wanted to shower the dirt off their feet. Jenny and Mike came out of the shower, both wrapped up in fluffy clean towels. The shower itself was very hot and the air was thick with misty steam. It was a large cubicle and was designed so as to be suitable for anyone with a disability. There was easily room for two people, and there was a seat built into the side wall behind the shower itself. Fiona went over and sat down there, while Tony turned the shower back on. The shower just reached Fiona's knees and she let the water splash all over her feet, washing off all the dirt and bits of grass. Tony bend down into the running water, and gently rubbed and massaged her all the way from her ankles to her toes. Tony had his black trunks on, they were just a few inches from Fiona's face and she watched as the material quickly soaked through, becoming very shiny and clinging. She was sure that she could just see the shape of his manhood, as she playfully slapped and stroked the wet material gripping to his backside. Tony lifted the shower hose down, and played the water over Fiona's body. She stood up and whispered to him, That's lovely, I've been wanting to get this swimsuit wet all day! The front of her costume soaked through and settled neatly onto her breasts, showing the shape of her nipples. Tony's manhood was getting aroused. Why didn't you get it wet in the pool this morning? he asked. I was just enjoying getting splashed first! Fiona replied. I was wondering how many splashes it would take to wet me through my t shirt! I should have given you more! said Tony.
He ran the shower over Fiona's hair, and opened the bottle of shampoo. Fiona loved the way he ran his fingers over her head and then rubbed the back of her neck, running his finger down her back to where her swimsuit began. Generous amounts of white foam ran down her costume, which Tony playfully rubbed into the wet suit. His hand lingered over her breasts, they seemed huge inside the wet black swimsuit as his fingers caressed her nipples. Fiona was breathing hard now as she clasped his hard erect penis, through his trunks. Tony pulled at one of her straps, No leave it on, demanded Fiona, I want you in my swimsuit. She bent down and put the front of his trunks into her mouth, sucking water through the wet nylon. Tony put his hand firmly over her pubis, massaging the whole area whilst he worked his fingers into the hem of the material. Then his fingers were inside her, the front of his hand stretching the material aside. Fiona squealed with pleasure, forcing her hand over the shape of his penis. Tony winched as the string of his trunks caught the glans, but the pain was momentary as Fiona fingers caressed him to climax, and the fluid from his body joined the warm water from the shower inside his trunks. Fiona drew another deep breath and sat back in the seat, pulling Tony close.
Jenny and Mike were sitting up together in bed. The bedroom door was open.I think Fiona's just getting shagged in the shower, Mike observed. Um, Fiona likes getting wet! replied Jenny. Then the sound of running water stopped, and a little later the two of them appeared, still in their soaked cossies. Oh, we thought that you were.. Jenny started to say. Yes, we kept these on! replied Fiona. It was fun!