Unbelievable weekend away-but believe it, it happened.

We were into the wet clothes thing for a while, but mostly at home. Sue was fun, I could talk her into taking a fully clothed bubble bath after a few glasses of wine and she looked forward to it. But rarely did we take it public, at least at first. We had gone to Cape Cod in January to shop, eat, and walk the beach mid-day when it warmed up. Usual attire, jeans, turtlenecks, sweaters, winter coats, etc. Actually got in a good day of fresh air, headed back to the hotel around dark. Temps dropped fast and we were both cold when we got to the room. Still too early to go out for drinks and food, we checked out the bar next to the pool and the hot tub, and decided to spend some time there later on. It was a two-room affair, a lounge with a glass enclosed fireplace which was open on both sides. The pool side area was set up with caftables and chairs and carpeted, and the pool furniture was alongside the pool to the other end.

Back to the room to change, but we kidded with each other about just jumping in with our clothes on, and she said "absolutely no" there's people in there. So it was bathing suits in the pool and jacuzzi for about an hour, back to the room, shower, dress up warm, and out. Hit a couple places for drinks, found one we liked for dinner, and back to the hotel. Into the bar, couple drinks, and she's talking to a woman named Carly who's about her age. We had bumped into her and her friend Sam twice earlier that day - once at breakfast, and later shopping. Lots of family discussion, etc. Carly is heading out to the pool area with her drinks because the kids are there, so off we go to join them so they can talk about the bargains they got that day.

So it's a typical hotel pool night, mixed crowd, some kids, adults, etc. By 9, everybody had headed to their rooms except us, Sam had joined us, grabbed three boys all under 10 and sent them to the room. One was Carly's and the other 2 were Sam's. Sam was divorced and was Carly's best friend and co-worker. She came along to join Carly, and her husband Phil, and to treat the kids since it was a long weekend off from school. As they sat there with Sue, they all agreed it was Mommy time away from the kids, and back to talking shopping they went. Bored, I settled back and watched TV, except for the multiple times that Sue sent me to the bar for more drinks.

Around 10:30 or so, in marched 3 teenage girls, much to the annoyance of their mothers. Names escape me but two were Carly's and the other 1 belonged to Sam. They were cute, 2 were 17 and one was 16. They had been at the arcade down the street and obviously walked back in the cold. And they were dressed for it. As they came in both women simultaneously mumbled under their breaths, here comes trouble. First request was for money for sodas, into the bar they go and back out with large sodas and baskets of free popcorn.

Needless to say, within a few minutes, the girls have sodas, coats off, moved a table to near the fireplace, and changed the TV to a channel they wanted. Quiet, then giggling, then whispering to each other, then more giggling. They're up, they're sitting, one goes to the pool, squats down, sticks her hand in and tells the others it's warm. They're lingering near the edge of the pool, then the splashing each other begins. One of the girls, still wearing her boots, comes alongside the one squatting and kicks some water onto her, and she returns the favor with a couple handfuls, missing with most of it.

Moms give them a couple of "knock it offs" they sit back down in front of the TV. For about 2 minutes-the girl who got splashed throws her soda on the other one, all the sodas fly, and they start chasing each other around with cups now full of pool water. Carly says Here we go and Sam yells at them to Stop, followed suprisingly by Take your boot off. All this time Sue and I are kinda laughing at them all and asking the mothers What do you mean, here we go. 30 seconds later, as 2 of the girls pushed the youngest into the pool and jumped in behind her we knew.

Carly apologized to us while Sam told us that they can't go near water without those 3 ending up in it, and I'm surprised it took this long, at least the jackets and boots came off this time. By now, Sue and I are looking at each other, half grinning, half confused. We both say Not a problem, they're having fun at almost the same time. Must have been the drinks, but Sue comes out with I'd almost like to join them. It didn't dawn on either of us until later that Carly and Sam turned to each other with kind of funny grins, and then back to us. I blurt out Go ahead and she kinda grins at me and says You'd like that wouldn't you, not tonight. That was about the point I decided that we're going swimming with our clothes on..

Let me pause here and point out a few things. This is around 1996 or 97. Turtlenecks are in fashion. The layered look is in fashion. Form fitting jeans are in fashion. It's the middle of January on Cape Cod. It's well below freezing, the wind is blowing, and it's spitting snow. Aside from about 6 other people in the bar and around the fireplace (mostly couples) I am sitting with my cute blonde 31 yr. old wife who I already know likes to get wet and messy with her clothes on. She's wearing a bright blue thin-ribbed cotton turtleneck under a chunky cable knit white sweater with a high collar and a pair of form-fitting faded jeans with black pantyhose underneath. She had taken off her down vest and hung it on the chair, but was otherwise dressed for the outdoors, in ankle-high boots with a thick heel. On one side of me is Carly, a woman my age (36) who looks like Kate Jackson. She's in a very high-necked, thick ribbed brown cotton ribbed turtleneck and has some kind of lightweight t-neck underneath. She's got on brown knee-high boots and skin-tight tan corduroy jeans. Sam has dirty blonde shoulder length hair that she had just let down from a ponytail. She came in wearing one of those heavy white fishermans turtleneck sweaters under a down vest. Both the vest and sweater came off, and she's in a navy blue crewneck sweater with a powder blue turtleneck underneath, and wearing a pair of the tightest fitting faded jeans I've seen in a long time. Sam is a little heavier that the other 2, which is quite obvious after the big sweater came off. Typical T&A girl turned mom with a still pretty face and a few extra pounds in all the right places.

And here I sit, calmly talking with all three of them, sipping our drinks, running back to the bar, half watching the TV, and listening to the occasional commentary about the girls, and trying to figure out how Sue is going in the pool. A few times while we sat and talked, joked, and otherwise enjoyed each others company, I'd kid Sue about going in, which she basically ignored, while the other girls laughed and told me to stop being a pain in the ass.

Now frankly, because of the time of year, our wardrobe is just plain nothing worthy of commentary. We're middle class people having drinks by the fireplace in the winter. Except for one thing. Not 25 feet away are three very pretty young girls swimming in all their clothes, and nobody even bats an eye, particularly their mothers. And this is not your typical t shirt over a bathing suit, or cut-offs and a t-shirt. Except for their boots and jackets, which apparently have been submerged more than once, they are fully dressed. Their fashion tastes closely mirror their mothers. Carly's two girls are in jeans and thicker-ribbed turtleneck sweaters with cotton turtlenecks underneath. One is red with a white t-neck and the other is black with a bright yellow turtleneck which was unfolded and up to her chin and ears, and the cuffs folded back exposing the sleeves underneath. Sam's girl, also in tight-tight faded jeans had on a dark green cotton crew neck about two sizes too small over a white thin ribbed turtleneck with a seemingly extra high neck.

And they're swimming around like they're in normal bathing suits. Jumping in and out, bobbing around, passing a nerf football between each other, and occasionally to us. They'd get out for a few minutes, drip off, sit by the fire, sip their replenished sodas, and back in they'd go.

Myself, sitting there in jeans, a blue wool submariner turtleneck sweater over a white cotton turtleneck covered by a Levi's denim jacket, all I could think of was Sue, get in the damn pool, preferably with me! Apparently the girls were thinking the same way because occasionally they would ask Anybody coming in? and When are you coming in? Mostly ignored by the adults, so I thought.

Every now and then the nerf ball would overshoot and come out of the pool, if it landed near us, one of us would throw it back. This time it landed near Sue and bounced under the next table. She got up, picked it up and walked over closer to the pool and threw it to one of the girls who caught it and threw it back. Back and forth a dozen times, as the younger girls all got closer together, Sue passed it back and forth with each one while the mothers and I watched. At one point, Sue said last one, threw the ball, and turned to walk away. The girls started whining please play with us, please, please please. Their mothers told them in unison Knock it off and they went back to passing the ball between themselves, for a couple minutes. In it comes, right under the table by Sue. She tosses it back, here it comes again..along with please.. Sue comes back to the table, in comes the ball. The mothers are pissed. Now Sue says I'll go humor them for a few minutes, but I've got to take my shoes off, the tile is slippery Off come the shoes, over to the girls she goes to the cries of Yaaay! And the game goes on.

Sue misses a catch, it flies by us, and she says to me go grab it so I excuse myself, get the ball and throw it back. Now the girls say You should play too which I decline until Sue demands that I join her. I tell her I had too much to drink, and she says so has she. Both mothers tease me and tell me I can't throw so I slip my boots off and join the game. Back and forth for about 10 minutes, all over the pool, until the ball goes out on the other side and under some furniture. There's a pause while one of the girls climbs out to get it. Standing there, Sue sticks a foot in to test the water, misjudges, and gets the bottom six inches of her jeans wet. She says you're right, the water is warm and the two closest girls start telling her to come in with them. I encourage her, the two mothers tell her Oh go ahead and she refuses, tells me to shut up, but the girls don't stop, now all three are at it. About every other pass, it's come in with us! The exchange of passes brings Sue and I closer together, finally she misses one and it goes under a chair near the pool. She kneels down to get it and realizes she's kneeling in about 2 inches of water. Now wet to her knees, she decides to stand on the pool steps and soak her feet. Before she realizes it, I just walk up behind her and as I'm about to give her a shove she says No I did anyway, and she managed to just jump away and keep her hair above water. As the girls cheer and throw her the ball, she just kinda laughs, and the game continues. I'm still on the steps, mid-calf in water in my jeans, and when I get the ball, I get the same request come in with us. Nope, I'm not getting any wetter than this I say. Sue looks right at me and says Get your ass in here with me NOW! I toss her the ball, start to take off my jean jacket, and she says John, NOWfair is fair So in I go, hit the bottom in water just over my waist, and drop and swim a few strokes to Sue. She smiles at me and dips down to make sure every inch of clothes up to her neck is wet, so I do the same and she smiles. The girls cheer, the mothers cheer, and I say to Sue I thought you didn't like doing this around people? She just looks at me and says Screw it!.

So we pass the ball for a few minutes until the girls decide we should play a game. Kids against the adults! We're cool with it, but they start with It's not fair, there's only two of you We tell them we'll be fine and they start asking Carly and Sam to join us. It's not fair, we want to play fair against ALL the adults they keep repeating. After about the 10th time, Carly down her drink, stands up, and walks over to the pool. Mommy come in the girls say. She looks at them and says it's time to leave. They start to argue that the pool doesn't close for another half hour, and suddenly she smiles, says I'm only kidding and jumps in, boots and all, and kinda half swims, wades over to us. The girls cheer, we laugh, and everybody turns their attention to Sam, who now has here head down shaking it back and forth. She looks up and says How did it take so long this time? Grabs her drink, downs it, stands up and starts toward the pool. Carly says Sam, aren't you forgetting something? and points to the table. Sam says Really, that too? and Carly responds Those are the rules, these guys had to do it and I have my boots on. So Sam turns, picks up the fishermans turtleneck, puts it on and comes over to the edge. We're about up to our armpits in water, and she looks at us and says This is overkill while fixing the neck of her sweater and pulling the turtleneck underneath straight up. Then, without a word, she jumps off the edge into the pool, takes a couple steps, and dips down to make sure she's completely wet.

So we pass the ball, run/swim for touchdowns, splash each other, the women got past getting their hair wet and start dunking, swimming and diving. They send me to the bar soaking wet for more drinks, we sip them from the edge of the pool. Nobody in the bar even raised an eyelid when I went in.

Every few minutes we'd take a break, maybe climb out, or sit on the edge, laugh and joke, then somebody would push someone in and it would start over. As it got closer to midnight we started watching the clock, knowing the pool and the bar closed figuring we needed enough time to at least drip off, gather our things, and get back to he room. Just as we were about to call it a night, Carlys' husband Phil came in with one of the female assistant managers / clerk who we had seen at the desk. He just looked, shook his head, and said I figured. The clerk said Well, I see you found them and Phil replied, How could I miss them, especially when you told me they were probably in the pool because of what you saw on the security cameras.

The clerk turned and told us the pool was closing, and asked what we were thinking of being in there with so many clothes on. Carly just looked at her and said We're just having some harmless fun expecting a lecture about sanitation or something. The girls all screamed out We're having fun! and We're playing football, well, sort ofkids against the adults. The clerk said Doesn't seem fair, 4 against 3, and who's keeping score? The girls kinda looked at each other, and Carly and Sam gave each other a wink. Suddenly the girls started begging Daddy, be on our team, Mr Phil, be on our team. Phil looked at the clock and said The pool is closing in a few minutes to which the clerk replied only if I say so. Phil, already in flip flops, and still dressed for the cold in jeans and a thick marled sweater over a turtleneck stepped out of his flip flops and jumped in with the girls without a word as the girls cheered.

What happened next was totally unexpected, after a night of the totally unexpected. Maria, the assistant manager / desk clerk just smiled. Then she said You can't have a game without a referee, I'll be back in a minute, and she walked out to the hallway. We looked at each other and asked What's that all about? Half expecting her to come back with a whistle attached to a cop! We found out about five minutes later.

45 yr. old Maria, the assistant manager who had come into the pool lounge in her corporate blazer over a white turtleneck, matching below the knee skirt, name tag, and sensible shoes with her hair up and pinned in an unattractive bun was back. Only now she was in tight black jeans, high heel knee high black boots, and a thick, bright red, ribbed turtleneck that had both a very high neck and was very form fitting. Around her neck, and at the turned up cuffs of the sweater, we could see that she still had on her uniform white turtleneck. Her dark hair was now down on her shoulders, and she looked like someone who just finished dressing to go out clubbing. Except for the fact that on her head was a black and white referees hat, (which she had from the lost and found) and a lifeguard whistle which we watched her grab from the little maintenance room near the other end of the pool.

She looked at us and smiled and said I wish I had my black turtleneck like this one to match the hat, but this'll have to do, now you have a referee. She told us that she locked the doors and told the overnight clerk that it was ok to be here because she was here. She also told us that she'd been watching on the security cameras all night, and even from the bar a few times as she made her rounds and was jealous of all the fun we were having. The hotel staff frowns on people swimming in their clothes but it happens a lot, usually around closing time at the bar, but it's usually couples, or a couple drunk guys daring each other, so she stays away. Every now and then she gets a group like us, or a bunch of women who decide to go in, and she joins them. And it's the same routine go in as the stern manager, come back dressed to kill, and have fun.

Somewhere in the course of telling us this, she sat down on the side of the pool and just let her legs drop in the water, soaking the boots, and then eventually just slid off the wall and swam out to the middle. She was smiling, and told us that doing this in her uniform was ok, and a lot of times in the summer she's go in the outdoor pool in jeans, shorts, skirts, and a t-shirt or halter top, but this is how she really liked it, Real clothes as she put it. I guess we all kind of agreed with her, and Sue even looked at me and said I didn't really think anyone else got into this, but Carly stepped in and told her it happens all the time, and she and Sam had been doing it since they were teenagers, which is why they only laughed at their kids. Maria told us that growing up that close to the ocean, sometimes they'd skip school or head out right after, to the beach, and everyone went in with whatever they were wearing. Sometimes after, they'd go to a friends house that had a pool, or hit a hotel pool real quick, to wash the salt out of their clothes. According to her, Very normal in that area.

So with the tweet of the whistle, we played a quick game of nerf football, fully clothed, in a motel swimming pool after midnight. Compliments of Maria, as the night went on, she activated the 8x12ft. hot tub next to the pool. Without removing a stitch of clothes, we tried it out and went back to the pool.

She even disappeared for about 10 minutes and came back with the prize of the evening a thirty pack of Bud. Better yet as it turned out the SURPRISE of the evening a bottle of bubble bath and two dozen small cans of the hotels' complimentary shaving cream stashed in a trash bag under some towels. She had thought that we really weren't too excited about the jacuzzi since we were already wet for some time, but figured she'd spice things up. She dumped the whole bottle in, hit the switch, and in about 5 minutes we had more bubbles than we knew what to do with.

The girls were screeching, playing, dancing, covering themselves, diving in the pool to wash it off, and then repeating it. When the suds were chin deep on the floor, Maria reached into the bag and grabbed 3 cans and gave them to the girls. More screeching, covering each others faces, hair, throwing pies at each other. When they ran out, she gave them some more, saying oh, I brought enough as she handed them out to the adults too. We foamed ourselves, we foamed each other, we foamed Maria all of us at once, and she loved it, rubbing it in to her clothes. We pulled up Sam's big sweater and joked about her bustiness, and foamed them and pulled the sweater back down, giving her cleavage an even larger appearance, as Maria foamed her own sweater over her breasts to try to compete, and then rubbed them against Sam's.. Carly foamed Phil as he foamed her tits, and Sue and I did the same. Only in the bubbles, she stuck the front of the can down my jeans and filled them, while I emptied a can onto her head and rubbed it into her hair and neck. I might have got off in my jeans but I'll never tell.
Can after can, mostly the girls and the women foaming each other, sometimes almost looking like it was sensual, when in reality their actions were more slapstick than anything else. The girls ganged up on their mothers and got foamed back in the process. The mothers ganged up on Phil, while Maria and Sue ganged up on me. They sat on me, they filled my jacket with foam, they filled my turtleneck with foam, as I smeared them with it, and more than once got a sweater covered, well-foamed breast across my face. Even Carly and Sam got on top of me and foamed me, just to make sure

When we were done, we were spent. We had laughed so hard, and drank enough, and played in the pool under the weight of our wet clothes, that it was quitting time. Every stitch of clothing was saturated with shaving foam, and Maria forbade us from going in the pool. She told us that we needed to hose down the pool and jacuzzi area and wash everything into the floor drains and she was going to drain the hot tub. In the mean time, we could take turns showering off, a couple at a time. She pointed out the shower room, which was a tiled 8X10 affair with nozzles about 18 inches apart 6 feet high around the room, as well as two hand-held showerheads. She went in, turned the entire place on, checked the temperature (still fully dressed of course) and then came back out and told the young girls to go in first. As they did, to laughs and shrieks, Maria said shit, I almost forgot and went to the utility room and came back with a 2 gallon jug of shampoo, walked right into the shower and handed it to the girls. She told them to use what they needed and wash your clothes good to get the foam out and so they did, fully clothed shampoo until the rinse ran clear. By the time they were done, most of the mess was cleaned up around the pool. Carly and Phil went in next, followed by Sue and I. I don't know about anyone else, but the hot shower, the slippery foam and shampoo, washing each other down, and the absolute absurdity of it all got me excited fast, as it was with Sue. Last ones in were Sam and Maria, and they came in before Sue and I finished rinsing off. The girls had used quite a bit of the shampoo, as had Carly and Phil, maybe half a gallon. Sue and I kinda got carried away hair washing each other, and probably used close to that much ourselves.

But stupidity and comedy seems to never end when you're on a roll. As the foam rolled off the other two with the water, and Sue and I were almost finished, Sam poured a handful of shampoo, put it on her head and rubbed it in. As Maria lifted the bottle, Sam upturned it over her head and about three times as much came out. As Maria pushed the bottle away, it continued to drain onto her sweater, and on to Sue who was standing next to her, nice and clean. Instant foam on Sues sweater, Maria covered in shampoo suds, and Sam laughing, Sue and Maria grab Sam and empty the whole rest of the jug over her head, and then enlist me to help rub it in. Carly and Phil even came back in to help us give Sam a thorough washing, while Sue and Maria spent another 10 minutes washing the suds out.

Finally, we were done, we cleaned up everything, we all took a final dip in the pool just to make sure we were well rinsed out, and we squished back to our rooms.

There had been very little sex talk all night because the girls were there and nobody was really into flirting with someone elses' mate either. That didn't last long after we parted. Sue told me that the last dip in the pool kinda cooled her off after the hot shower, but don't worry. Ok, I thought and said as we quietly opened the door and went into the room. She turned on the TV, for background noise and called me into the bathroom. She told me that never in her wildest imagination did she ever think that she'd let me get her into a pool like that with people around, that she figured she'd divorce me first if I pushed it that far, but she had fun. Lots of fun. She also told me that after I first kidded her about going in the pool, when I went to the bar, the other 2 women told her they planned to go in, and that Phil was coming too.

They all have their own stories as to the how, why and when they started swimming with their clothes on. The short version is that it's just an off-the-wall thing to do. A sort of treat to look forward to once in a while. They live in the metro-Boston area with the traffic, corporate jobs, and all kinds of rules, schedules, and stress. There's nothing really sexual about it, at least not when the kids are around. It's just fun. And it's the shock factor, which both women had learned early in college and in the corporate game. But on some weekends, when it was time for a release, it was "No rules around the pools." The girls are the same way. When they were little, they learned that their mothers would let them just jump in the pool in their clothes at a birthday party or cookout if they wanted to. This act alone, in uptight Boston, would send other parents into shock. And while Carly and Sam sat back and enjoyed the day, other parents would be fighting with their pre-teen kids and each other, about wet clothes. So their daughters carried that attitude into and throughout high school, shocking parents, teachers, and some of their fellow students with nothing more than mere water.

While some kids protested and revolted against the school, their parents and anything resembling authority in general, not those three. They maintained their grades, worked part-time jobs, played sports, and were football cheerleaders. Both women told Sue it was easier to pick and choose which rules to let the kids break, than to let them pick their own. They even laughed about how sometimes while shopping, they would all consult each other as to how something would look when it was wet or if the water would ruin it. And when in doubt, it was ask mom, or see what she was wearing. Spring, summer, fall, or winter, in their wardrobes they had a wide variety of clothes that were water safe, and some that were off-limits for pool play.

We laughed about our new-found friends while we talked about our adventure that night and downed a couple of drinks. Then we turned our attention to each other..