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Darcie Chapter 9--Darcie's Last Day Part 1
Story by wetgalfanx
Posted 5/4/18     94 views
Darcie's Last Day

I know some of you guys were hoping for a play-by-play of our honeymoon, but except for a couple of things, it wasn't that out of the ordinary. We flew to Cancun, and yes I know I'd been there before, but Jim never had. This time was a lot more fun since I was there with Jim instead of the control freak and no, I didn't get anymore tattoos. (Although my love did kid me about it MANY times!) I got consummated over and over and even consumed several times. Fun girls don't quit just because they're married; you know.

One night we went to dinner at Senor Frog's where they have the water slide that goes from the roof out to the lagoon. You may recall that I mentioned a certain embarrassing picture on the internet that won't go away of my skirt flying up and showing off my thong as I came off the end of the slide. By the way, in case I never mentioned it, the control freak wouldn't ride it with me. He was afraid he'd ruin his clothes. Well this time I didn't have to ride all by myself because I'm married to a sweet guy who is as silly as I am. Jim was dressed in camouflage cargo shorts, a gray tank top and Croc's. I was wearing an outfit I'd bought down there. I sort of felt like blending in and had bought a few outfits with a Latin flare. This one consisted of a bright orange tube top that showed a LOT of belly button and had a flange around the top of it. I'd seen a lot of the Latino girls wearing something similar around home. I paired it with a really low-slung hip hugger mini-skirt that was bright red with a rope belt and a pair of flip-flops. I tried the skirt with several different types of panties, but it was so tight that everything but a thong had really pronounced panty lines. It also really highlighted my souvenir from the other trip to Cancun, my little tramp stamp. Yeah, I know I must have really looked slutty, but I was with my new husband on our honeymoon. I was dressing for him and no one else.

I knew we were both going to end up soaking wet. The water slide is the only reason to go there. I knew the risk I was taking with that outfit too. We finished our dinner, paid, put our valuables in a locker and climbed the ladder to the roof. It's really a blast riding or just watching because the slide drops down through the ceiling and runs through the restaurant for a while. You can see the silhouettes of people riding as you eat and when you're in the tube, you can hear them laughing as you go by. By the way, each time we went down, I climbed up first and made Jim stand at the bottom of the ladder until I was at the top. He was supposed to be watching for anyone pointing his camera up.

Ladies first, Jim said when we reached the slide. I threw myself on like a crazy person and was instantly drenched. Jim was supposed to wait eight seconds, but I heard him right behind me. He'd caught up by the time we reached the bottom and we plunged the eight feet or so into the lagoon behind the restaurant together while I screamed. That time I tucked my legs up to splash down cannon ball style to keep my skirt down. However when I crawled up the ladder to the sidewalk, it was apparent that the material that outfit was made from was pretty cheap and not very opaque. The fact that I was braless and in a thong was on display for all to see. If it weren't for the fact that we'd had a few drinks and the crowd that late at night was mostly adult, I might have grabbed Jim and slinked off to the hotel. On second thought, that's probably what I should have done!

We rode a couple more times and went to the outside bar soaking wet for a couple more drinks.

We're already wet, I said after we finished our second round. Let's go a few more times before we head back.

We made our way back up to the roof and I threw myself down. The last two rather strong Perfect Patron margaritas must have made me forget why I'd been tucking up into a cannon ball to splash down into the water because this time I threw my arms out to each side and went in feet first. As soon as I stopped sinking into the water, I knew something was wrong. Both my top and my skirt had rode up, REALLY rode up. The tube top was gathered up under my shoulders, totally exposing my boobs and my skirt was like a belt around my waist. Jim splashed down beside me and as soon as he surfaced recognized my predicament.

Little help, please, sweetie? I begged.

You're on your own! he called back as he swam laughing toward the ladder. He hung onto the side of it, continuing to laugh as I struggled to get my tight clothes back down where they belonged. I'd pull and tug, but they were so tight that all I succeeded in doing was nearly drowning in the deep lagoon.

Oh fuck it! I said finally to Jim. If you don't care then I don't care. Then I swam for the ladder.

Chuckling, he said, Let me help.

Oh no, lover! I scolded. You wouldn't help earlier. Let 'em all get a peep show!

I grabbed the ladder and pulled myself up to immediate whistles, hoots and cat calls. Jim tried to climb out behind me, but was laughing so hard he lost his grip and fell back in. I don't know why I was so worried anyway. People were only getting a little better look at my boobs and purple and pink striped thong than the cheap outfit had given them when it first got all wet. Past the point of caring now, I climbed off the ladder onto the walk and threw my arms out to give everyone around there a good look. I can be a bit of an exhibitionist once in a while. Just ask Robert and Jared, (Darcie's Messy Rebound). Then I pulled my skirt back into position and was tugging my top back down when that sweet Yankee accent said, You sure you want to do that yet? I think some people on the other side of the place didn't get a very good look.

I spun around, ready to take him on, but that grin he gave me disarmed me immediately. Instead I pulled up against him and he took me in his arms and kissed me.

You done sliding? he asked.

Batting my eyes and grinning slyly, I answered, Aw, just one more for the road?

We did ride one more time, but this time I remembered to tuck my arms and legs, much to the disappointment of the gathered crowd.

We didn't get too many strange looks out on the street. I guess people just assume if you're walking down the street soaking wet in Cancun that you must have been to Senor Frog's. Jim picked me up and jumped into the pool with me back at the hotel. Over the next hour or so I endured him groping my boobs, groping my butt and groping my pussy, pulling my skirt down, pulling my skirt up, pulling my top down, pulling my top up and relentlessly dunking me over and over again until I nearly learned how to breath water. Why didn't I just get out of the pool you ask? If I had, then how would Jim have been able to grope my boobs, grope my butt, grope my pussy, pull my skirt down, etc etc? We were drunk in Cancun on our honeymoon. I never said I wasn't enjoying myself!

Needless to say I got royally nailed back in our room. This wasn't a rough session, the outfit survived and I still have it. It's spent a lot of time in the pond.

The better story took place on the beach. We had gone somewhere else for dinner one night and had dressed up a little better. Jim was wearing a pair of khaki slacks and a button down sport shirt. I was wearing the little black dress version of the dress that Jim destroyed after we went dancing before Robert and Debbie's wedding, halter top, open back to the waist, billowy skirt that stopped just above the knee. However we both were wearing cheap flip-flops which just seemed to be standard issue in this laid back resort town no matter what you were wearing.

The restaurant was right on the beach and had a deck that opened onto the beach. We left that way after dinner. Cheap flip-flops were no loss as far as I was concerned so we hid them behind a sign near the restaurant and started down the beach barefoot. I lost track of time as we walked, talked and kissed our way along. Soon we both realized that no one else was around and we were on a very deserted stretch of beach swishing through the tide as it came up around our ankles and rolled back out again.

Wanna cool down, lover? I asked, pulling Jim toward deeper water.

Can't keep you out of the water for a second, can I? he replied, not resisting my efforts to take him deeper with me in any way.

We walked deeper and deeper, holding hands and giggling. My bright blue boy shorts, which incidentally was the only underwear of any kind that I had on, got wet a little ahead of schedule when the water hit the hem of my skirt. I think you know what I mean about getting aroused in anticipation. My skirt lifted up and billowed out around me as we continued deeper.

We hit waist deep on me and the rest of my boy shorts got to catch up being wet with the crotch. I spun around in front of Jim, wrapped my arms around him and kissed him and let myself fall backwards. He could have just let me go, but instead he toppled over right with me and we splashed under the gentle waves, still locking lips. I stood up and looked at my soaking wet hubby, hungrily looking back at me. My dress clung to me like a second skin. The breast area of the halter top was only lightly padded and with a gentle night breeze blowing across my wet body, it made my nipples come right out and say, Hello!

We swam, splashed, kissed, groped, (getting groped was just a normal part of swimming with Jim) and then Jim decided to be really naughty. He splashed me good in the face to get me off balance. Then he got behind me and grabbed the bottom of my dress. Before I realized it, it was over my head and coming off. I grabbed and got hold of it, hoping he'd have enough mercy on me not to rip it to shreds since we still had to walk back past several hotels and restaurants, not to mention walk through our own hotel. However he got the best of me, as usual. He reached in and tickled me under the arm. I squealed like a little girl and let go of the dress, feeling it come the rest of the way over my head. Oh well. It wasn't the first time I'd been topless on a beach with someone I cared about. Like then, no one else was around so I just stood there laughing as Jim ran for the beach flying my wet dress over his head like a kite. It was a full moon and really bright so I could see him all the way and he could see me.

Jim waded up onto the shore and dropped my dress in the sand. I didn't care. Like I said, we were all alone and I had been thinking about taking my clothes off anyway. You gonna bring that back to me? I asked, fully up out of the water, displaying my tits glistening with water for him to see.

Nope, you gotta come get it, he responded. I stuck out my tongue at him, turned around and dove into an approaching wave. My hair was down and completely in my face when I came back up. I faced Jim and heard him laughing at me since I couldn't see him through the hair. I turned to the side, bent down and did the ever-popular hair-flip. (I know you guys all love the wet hair-flip.) Then I started for the beach. I let some of my wet hair fall across my face and never breaking eye contact with Jim, walked heel to toe through the water, (which wasn't easy), until I was in water below my knees. Then I dropped to my knees and crawled the rest of the way, trying to look as slutty as humanly possible. I literally slithered through the wet sand to him. His eyes were the widest I ever remember seeing them.

You wanted to see them, lover, I began as seductively as I could. I could turn off the flirt and turn on the whore when I really wanted to. Right now I really wanted to be a whore. How do you like them covered in sand?

They are magnificent, as usual, he replied with an I'm getting lucky, expression on his face if I ever saw one. He was sitting with his legs spread apart facing the surf just far enough out that the tide splashed his butt as it rolled in.

I crawled up between his legs and into his face to kiss him. I began unbuttoning his shirt. He gave no resistance at all when I rolled it over his shoulders and down his arms. He even lifted his hands up to let me get it off him. I kissed him again and gave his throbbing manhood a playful squeeze through his slacks.

This simply won't do, I purred with my sliest grin. I undid the canvas belt he wore, undid the button and unzipped the fly. Again, he even helped by raising up to let me slip them off and I added them to the pile containing my dress and his shirt.
We kissed and the water lapped at both of us while I ran my hands through Jim's wet hair and he played with my boobs. Hopefully we were going to be the only two on this beach tonight.

I crawled backwards and when my head was between his knees, I grabbed his throbbing cock and said, I wonder what it tastes like with salt.

I won't mind at all if you find out, he replied.

No, I didn't think you would, I said and pulled his boxers down and off to join the pile of clothes. At least I got him totally naked first! I stroked that beautiful unit a few times, blew him a kiss and slipped my mouth around it. (This is for all of you who want these to be a little more graphic, but don't get too used to it!) My tongue went straight to work, sliding up and down the bottom side of Jim's erection while I gently moved my mouth to slip his tip back and forth against the roof of my mouth. That was as much for me as it was for him. The tongue and the roof of the mouth are erogenous zones, ladies. Hint. Hint. Jim was leaning his head back, lost in his blow job euphoria. That made me giggle and that in turn revved him up all the more. I could feel him getting harder and harder in my mouth.

I slacked off a little so he wouldn't let go too fast. He may as well enjoy himself for as long as possible. I heard him moan a little. A bigger wave hit just right between his legs and splashed me in the face. I laughed through my mouth and the air moving through pushed him over the edge. I felt him begin to jerk, but since Darcie don't spit, I kept working my tongue up and down the ridge of his cock until he began spewing into my mouth. I let him finish, pulled off of him slowly so nothing spilled looked at him and made an obvious swallow and finished off with my customary, Yummy.

Now ladies, you can start small; bring him close the then pump it into your face with your hand until you get the nerve to go ahead and let him go in your mouth. That was what I intended to do the first time I tried it. Remember the guy in tenth grade I had the crush on? Well after senior prom he got lucky. I was going to give myself a facial, but I really wasn't that good at judging when a guy was ready then and you know them at that age. They aren't interested at all at making it last and enjoying the moment. They want to finish as soon as possible. When he started to let go, I didn't know what to do, so I just let him finish. We were in his car and both of us were half-naked so jumping out to spit just wasn't an option. I figured that only option left was to wolf it on down. I realized that it wasn't going to kill me so that was how I did it from then on, if a guy was lucky enough to get that far with me. Eventually I couldn't fathom giving it any other way.

Hot damn! That was great! Jim gasped.

My turn, I purred.

With pleasure, he replied, but would you make sure I'm not getting any sand please?

I chuckled, removed my boy shorts and waded naked into the surf to rinse. It was probably a good idea since my seductress routine had covered my front with sand. It didn't feel like any went up there, but I couldn't guarantee that Jim wouldn't get a mouthful.

I walked back up onto the beach and sat down leaning back in the same spot Jim had been. He didn't waste any time plunging that talented tongue of his right into my waiting lips. I gasped with pleasure at the sensation. We'd never been afraid to tell each other exactly what we wanted, nor so proud that we thought those suggestions were criticisms, so by now, he knew exactly where to concentrate. I was already hot and bothered from giving him head so it didn't take long before the sounds of the gentle surf were joined by my loud moans of pleasure. He lapped and lapped at my wet clit until I couldn't take it anymore and shoved his head away. He loved driving me mad like that.

He had recharged during that encounter and before I could get up, he plunged that magnificent tool of his deep into my overly-aroused pussy. I gasped again and he locked lips with my open mouth. Despite where his tongue had just been, I welcomed it to dance in my mouth with mine as he pumped and pumped, bringing me to a second easy orgasm. I lay back and ground my hair into the wet sand. Ladies, there's making love and there's getting your brains fucked out and this was definitely the latter. You don't care about getting your own pussy juice smeared all over your face and in your mouth. You don't care that sand is getting ground into your hair. You don't care that his lips lock onto your neck and begin to suck and you know that he's going to leave a bright purple mark that no makeup is going to have a prayer of covering. All you care about is that cock that is thrusting hard in and out of you.

Fuck me like a cheap blow up doll! I whispered in Jim's ear before burying my tongue in it. Don't tell him this, but when I get like this, and it's not all the time, he could get away with anything he wanted. He could pull out and shove it right in my mouth covered in my own juices. He could roll me over and go right up my ass, (which I normally think is gross. Ewwww!) Whatever he wanted to do, I would have begged for more of it. I began wishing for someone to come along. I was getting so royally fucked on that beach that I wanted people to see it!

I pulled out of a kiss and offered the other side of my neck up to him to decorate. If no one could see this, I at least wanted it obvious that it happened. He was putting the finishing touches on a matching mark when I had an Oh God! orgasm, alternating between screaming that and Fuck ME! JIM! I squeezed up tight on him and he finally let go himself and deposited a load deep inside me.

We rolled up our wet clothes into pillows and lay there naked and covered in sand with the water lapping at us and listened to the sounds of the surf. Eventually we went skinny dipping for much longer than necessary to get the sand rinsed off of us, rinsed out our clothes, dressed and headed back. We got back to civilization sometime in the wee hours of the morning and miraculously our flip-flops were right where we left them.

We didn't really know what time our pool closed at night, but we rinsed the salt off in the shower by the pool's exit to the beach. The gate was still unlocked. Jim swept me off my feet and while I pretended to pout, jumped into the deep end carrying me. There was no such thing as being in the water long enough where we were concerned. We had the whole pool to ourselves. I have no idea whether it was officially closed or not, but no one came out to run us off. I swam in my little black dress and Jim did in his shirt and slacks for another hour or so before we finally decided we should get to bed. We definitely used the Do Not Disturb sign that next morning because we didn't make it up before noon. That has to be my favorite night of the trip.

Before we leave Cancun, I have something for you wet jeans guys out there. You know who you are. The evening before we left, we came walking back to the hotel from dinner via another walk on the beach. We didn't end up in the ocean that time though. Jim was in khaki cargo shorts and a dark blue golf shirt. I was wearing a light blue tube top that was just like the orange one from Senor Frog's and some tight, lightly faded blue jeans. As usual we both had flip-flops on our feet. Now we'd spent the day on the beach already and that was why I figured Jim didn't try to drag me into the ocean when we came back from dinner via the beach. We both sat down by the pool to people watch, but Jim suddenly got up and walked over to another guest we recognized. His name was Mark and he was one half of another honeymooning couple that we'd met staying here. His wife, Caitlyn, was not around at the time. I waved at Mark, but like I said, Jim walked over to him and they talked for a second. I saw Mark shake his head and laugh. They had to be up to something.

Jim walked back over and stood by my chair. What were you two conspiring about? I asked.

Oh, we weren't conspiring, Jim replied. He started to bend down as he continued: He just agrees with me that those jeans really look good on you and the only thing that would make them look better was to see you climbing out of the pool in them!

Jim grabbed me and held me while Mark ran over. Now I screamed just to make it look good. All Jim would have had to do would have been ask and I would have immediately jumped in, but I pretended to put up a fight. After all, what fun is it to throw a woman in a pool that seems eager?

Get her feet! Jim said, grabbing me under the arms.

No! No! I protested as they picked me up off the chair. I didn't struggle. I just screamed a lot, but I couldn't help but laugh. They carried me over to the edge and started to count and swing me. I got a little more excited each time they swung me toward the water and I let out a huge shriek when the let me go on three. I threw my arms and legs out to make a big splash. I hit the water and let myself sink several feet since they'd thrown me in the deep end before I surfaced and swam to shallow water.

Waist deep, I thrust my hands onto my hips amidst the laughing crowd and faced the guys. Assholes! I scolded, but with a silly expression that gave away the fact that I was anything but annoyed with them. I loved it whenever he threw me in. I believe I've established that I'm a glutton for punishment when it comes to getting teased.

Looking down at myself, I could see the reason for the stares I was getting. The light blue tube top was even sheerer than the orange one, and I was giving everyone a peep show. Too late to worry about that now. I waded up toward the stairs in the shallow end and stopped to admire my jeans and how the wet denim shimmered in the bright flood lights that surrounded the pool.

Jim and Mark were still laughing as I sloshed across the pool deck toward them, water running in streams from my pants legs. I noticed Caitlyn coming from the other direction, probably from the restroom or something and she hadn't noticed me yet. I decided to play it up. I walked up to the guys, who hadn't noticed her approach and furrowed my brow with my fists on my hips.

Caitlyn stopped behind them, still unnoticed and looked at my soaking wet state. She looked sort of shocked. She was also in jeans, a little more faded than mine with a hole ripped out of one knee. Ever noticed how we girls look sexy in holey jeans and guys just look crummy? Anyway, she also was wearing a yellow cropped French-cut t-shirt and what looked to be Croc's flats they looked like regular flats but were made of rubber.

What the hell did you guys just do? she asked. She didn't seem too amused.

Oh, something like this, Mark replied and grabbed her. He got her under the arms and Jim got her feet and nearly got kicked in the teeth. Unlike me, Caitlyn was going to put up a fight and did not want to go in the pool.

Screaming and cursing them, she was carried to the edge and tossed in on the count of three like I was. I purposely stood next to Jim to watch her, knowing he couldn't resist and as soon as he'd let her go I felt his hand shoving me between the shoulder blades to push me back in. I figured I'd better end up in the water with her to diffuse things.

Oh! That fucking jerk! Caitlyn shouted when she surfaced and then made her way to shallow water. I noticed that she sported her own little tramp stamp.

I came up behind her. Caitlyn, it's okay, I said. It's just boys being boys. We'll dry out.

I saw the anger wash out of her face and a hint of a grin start to appear. I know, she said. I just hate getting singled out like this.

We were standing in water up to our thighs. Her shirt gave away the fact that she was braless even more than mine did and her jeans looked lovely the way they shined under the lights. I hope she didn't catch me staring at her before I spoke. I was the one singled out. You're the second one to get thrown in. Just watch.

Sure enough, the women around the pool all started to get thrown in. Jim jumped in and swam up to me to put his arms around me.

Why Mrs. Sutton, how lovely you look in those jeans, he said.

Mmm, hmm, I said, putting my arms around his neck. I was somewhat aware of Mark coming over to Caitlyn while I was busy kissing Jim. I'm not sure if it was my example or not, but it didn't really take her very long to forgive him and soon they were holding each other and kissing in the water too.

The silliness continued for an hour or so with anyone walking through the pool getting caught and thrown in. I figured we'd all get thrown out when two hapless housekeepers, Mexican girls who appeared to be in their very early twenties, got caught and thrown in, but they seemed to take it in stride, stayed out there with us and even helped some guys catch one of the female desk clerks who had come out to check out the commotion. It was the perfect send off to go home on the next day. Luckily our clothes dried out on the balcony over night!

When we said goodnight to Mark and Caitlyn, I took her aside and said, If you really want to see him get turned on, find some place you can swim in those jeans and jump in yourself before he has a chance to throw you in.

Now the name of this story is still Darcie's Last Day and I am finally going to get around to telling you about that. After Jim and I got back from Cancun, I went back to the hotel to work for two weeks before leaving for good. It was only because Phillip, our manager had said he wanted to give me a last day party, but didn't want to interfere with everything that was going on before the wedding. He seemed to be getting a lot of calls from a particular party rental place that last week. Last day parties usually weren't anything more than getting together for cake and punch or soft drinks in one of the ball rooms. Something told me that there was going to be more to this and that I was probably going to be in for it. Bring it on! I said to myself.

The night before, my little wicked streak got the better of me and I decided that if they had something planned for me, then I was going to give them a little something to remember me by.

What are you up to, sweetie? Jim asked as I sat down the evening before with my sewing box and the uniform skirt I planned to wear the next day.

Making a lasting impression, I answered. You coming to the party?

You know I have to work, but I'll try to make part of it, he replied. Something definitely had to be up. He'd told me that tomorrow, Friday was the last day of his current class. They always ended at just after lunch on the last day so people could catch earlier flights home and not get there in the middle of the night. Jim was on salary and could leave if he wanted. While he usually stayed and got work done, he'd often surprise me by showing up at the hotel in the afternoon and whisking me off on a date. Deciding to be a little devious, after shortening the hem of my skirt two inches, I snuck a look at Jim's cell phone. He and Phillip had made and received several calls from each other. Something was definitely up.

Phillip was an excellent manger, but his sense of humor ran the same gambit as Jim's. He had a knack for quickly figuring out which of his staff didn't mind being teased and which would have him in a harassment suit. I was solidly in the former so I was expecting some sort of a prank gift or something. Jim getting involved meant there was probably much more in store for me than that.

That final Friday, Phillip was the only one to notice my altered uniform. I hadn't taken the bottom of the skirt up nearly as high as I did for our little bachelor party stunt, but when I was standing next to the other ladies, it was obvious that I had changed it. Phillip waited until no one else was around and playfully asked, Do those legs go all the way up to the top?

You better believe they do, I replied, and remember only one guy gets to see for himself! It was very difficult to sexually harass me. I always took those silly, flirty comments as the kidding that they were. I was a natural flirt myself. How could I ever take anyone else's good-natured teasing as anything else?

I saw the party place truck pull up and Phillip rushed out to meet them before they could come inside. I kept peeking back to see if they were setting up in one of the ball rooms, but they never did. Phillip saw me spying and gave me things to do to keep me behind the desk. I knew by this point that he really must have something special in mind for me.

My shift ended and as soon as I logged off for the day, Phillip came to me.

We have a special surprise for you Darcie, he said, but you have to wear this blindfold.

Okay, but don't stick anything in my face, I replied.

I was led from the lobby out to the back parking lot where I could hear a lot of people talking.

Darcie, your leaving is costing me one of the best people I've ever had here, Phillip said. A price must be paid for that.

He pulled off the blindfold and the assembled crowd of employees began to clap, laugh, cheer and whistle. I was standing in front of a large dunk tank. A banner over the target area said, Good bye and good luck, Darcie!

I suppose you think I'm just going to climb up there, I said.

Well, you can climb up there or we can throw you in the pool, Phillip said. At least you have a chance up there of staying dry. It's your choice.

I gave him a smirk and turned to climb up the side of the tank. He'd gone to a lot of trouble, and risked getting in a lot of trouble with the owners if word ever got back. The least I could do was be a good sport about it.

Aren't you going to at least take off your shoes? he asked.

Why? I don't think any of you have it in you to dunk me! I replied. I figured if I was going down, I may as well go down in everything. I was sure Jim was going to be here, but I didn't see him.

I settled myself on the bench above the water and sized up the first person in line. It was Manuel, one of our kitchen staff. Day shift was just getting off so there were plenty of volunteers. I figured I may as well have fun with this and try to stay dry for as long as possible. I pulled the pins holding my hair up and shook it out. I turned slightly to one side, crossed my legs, fluffed up my hair, gave out a little girlish giggle and winked at Manuel. He was a nice guy, but I wasn't going to make this easy on anybody. I flustered him so badly that all three of his throws went wild.

Marco from housekeeping was next. I got him the same way. Being a natural flirt comes in handy once in a while. It was the usual for a Dallas area summer afternoon, over one hundred degrees and I was beginning to sweat really bad in that polyester suit, but I was still determined to stay dry for as long as possible.

This isn't working, Phillip said. We need someone she can't intimidate.

I'll give it a shot, said a voice I'd know anywhere. Jim had been hiding behind the tarp behind the target. I hadn't seen him before because my blindfold was still on when they walked me past there. Jim had coached Paula when she played little league hardball and she'd kept right up with the boys. I was probably a goner, or at least a swimmer.

I tried the same stunt with him for his first throw as I had for the first two players, simply primping and flirting. That won't do you any good, he said as he wound up. I watched his throw come at the booth and just miss the target. I was holding my breath and let it out slowly.

He was tossing his next ball up and down and grinning at me. I'd try a different tactic. Sweetie, let's forget all about this silly dunk tank and I'll make you your favorite tonight, fried chicken!

His next pitch nicked the edge of the target. I felt it vibrate all the way through the mechanism and rattle the seat, but I didn't go down. Bribing wasn't working either. I'd better step it up a notch.

Hey, lover! After dinner we can take the girls over to my folks and have the whole place to ourselves! I offered. Jim looked like he considered that for a second, but shook his head with a wicked grin. Something told me my number was up and he'd been toying with me all along.

Jim wound up. I was supposed to keep my hands in my lap, but I involuntarily gripped the sides of the bench. I saw him let go of the ball. Somehow I remember seeing it all in slow motion as the ball came flying toward the booth. Every other throw except Jim's last one had made a thump as it hit the canvas. His last one added a slight metallic clang as it nicked the target. All I heard this time was a solid metallic clang and a brief sound of moving machinery and then there was that sensation of falling. What the hell! I was really hot by this point anyway.

Some people don't know how or refuse to be a good target on a dunk tank. They drop their legs down and land standing up, usually sparing their heads from going under. You're supposed to stay in a seated position as you fall so 1) you make a bigger splash and 2) you go completely under. I felt my butt hit the surface of the water and the next thing I knew I was looking out through the big Plexiglas front of the tank at everyone. I let out my air and sank to the bottom on my butt, crossed my arms and stuck out my lower lip to pout. There's a great picture of me like that on my Facebook page.

Jim walked up to the tank and motioned for me to come over to the side. He reached his head over and kissed me. I grabbed at him like I was trying to pull him over the side, like there was ever a chance of that happening.

Do I still get the fried chicken? he playfully asked.

It's cold baked beans for you! I said and splashed him. He tried to duck but I got part of him.

Are you guys happy now? I shouted over my shoulder as I started up the steps built into the side of the tank. At least this wasn't a cheap one that you had to drop a stepladder in to get out.

Not quite, Phillip said. We've got a whole line of people waiting to give you what's coming to you for leaving us.

I reset the seat myself and climbed back up. I took a second to survey myself before being seated. The suit was Navy blue so other than being really shiny, it didn't really change color. My light blue blouse underneath was transparent and were it not for my jacket, my black bra would have been quite visible. My panty hose shimmered in the sun all wet. Had I known that this was what they had in store for me, I would have worn thigh-highs and a garter a lot sexier. My shoes didn't look all that different, but I bet they were going to squelch big time when I finally got out of here. In case you're keeping score, that's two uniforms pied and then ripped to pieces, two slathered in mud and now one soaking wet. The water probably wouldn't hurt it, but I didn't need any of them anymore after today anyway. I bet Jim will come up with lots of ways of disposing them.

I still made lots of silly remarks to goad people on, but I didn't try as hard not to get dunked anymore as I did at first. Eventually, anyone who missed just ran up and hit the target anyway. They gave everyone on evening shift a chance to come out and nail me too, one at a time. Everyone finally had his or her chance and I was able to get off. It must have looked so refreshing that Denise, one of the day desk clerks, and Carol and Maria from housekeeping, along with a couple of guys, all took their turns up there, still in uniform, although they were all off duty. None of them got dropped in as many times as I did though.

Phillip gave me a gentle kiss on the cheek. Thanks for being such a good sport, Darcie, he said. Jim suggested this and told me you'd go along with it, but I seriously had my doubts at first.

Well somebody's 'seriously' going to get it for this, I said playfully eyeing my new husband. Of course he was right, though. I could never resist being a total clown ever. But since you nearly drowned me anyway, I'm going to do something that I've always wanted to do. C'mon, Jim.

I took his hand and led him and a couple of others who were still hanging around over to the pool and opened the gate. Now we had an indoor pool and spa, but this hotel was built on the site of another motel and for some reason, the owners liked the old outdoor swimming pool and kept it when the new building went up. Being an older pool, it had a nine-foot deep end that used to have a diving board before hotels and motels all started taking them out during insurance hikes back in the eighties. Now, the whole pool was surrounded by signs saying NO DIVING which no one paid any attention to. Seriously, who's going to bump his head diving into nine feet of water off of the side anyway?

Jim held up his smart phone to document my silliness. Fully clothed, including shoes, I lined up on the edge of the deep end and did a perfect Dipsy-doodle and swam all the way across and back. Jim and Phillip stood there laughing at me and shaking their heads.

Despite there being a ladder only five feet away, I pulled up onto the side where I dove in and said to Jim, Don't just stand there. Be a gentleman and help me out!

Jim laughed and shook his head. I know he was thinking, I can't believe she thinks I'm going to fall for that. He handed the phone, still recording, to Phillip and said, We're going to want a record of this. He started toward me and then stopped and walked over to one of the tables to empty his pockets and take off his shoes. He'd come right from work and was wearing olive green slacks and a blue golf shirt.

What? Don't trust me? I playfully asked treading water in my suit.

About as far as I can throw you! he replied.

Oh, I don't know. You can throw me pretty far judging by how many times I've ended up in the pond like this.

Jim walked up to the side and I swam over to meet him. He reached down and took my hand and started to pull me out. I acted like I was going to go ahead and get out at first, but once he had me up on the edge, I grabbed where our hands met with my other hand and threw myself backwards.

He was ready for me and put up a pretty good fight. Oh no you don't! he grunted, still trying to either pull away and let me fall back in or pull me the rest of the way out. Oh, I was going back in, but with him along for the ride!

We struggled for a few more seconds. He was of course stronger than I was, but I had leverage and gravity on my side. I slowly bent my legs at the knee and with one spring, tipped the balance in my favor. I felt myself falling backwards. I splashed back into the pool with Jim right on top of me.

I gave him my most satisfied-looking smirk when we surfaced facing each other. He immediately dunked me and we began splashing each other.

Can I stop filming now? Phillip asked. I need to get that dunk tank out of there and go home.

Sure, I said, but do you care if we stay in here and play for a little while?

Why not? he said. But if anyone asks, I don't know either of you.

The pool was deserted except for Jim and me. I don't know why people still prefer to swim in indoor pools even in the summer when it's nice and warm outside. Indoor pools reek of chlorine. I'd actually rather have the pond, but between the two of them, give me the outdoor pool any day. Seeing as it was deserted, I didn't care when Jim came up behind me and unbuttoned my jacket to pull it off my arms and sink to the bottom. Just as I thought, my black bra stood out as if I wasn't wearing a blouse at all. We didn't swim much. We mostly shuffled around the shallow end, kissing. We propped Jim's phone up on a table to record us doing cannonballs together into the deep end. Jim never got his shoes wet, but I refused to take off my pumps. They were already ruined. Why break up that fully clothed swim look?

I hate to break this up, but I'm getting hungry, I said.

That's okay. Let's go home and eat, Jim said. By the way, the girls are already at your folks'.

I dove under and retrieved my jacket. Like the dork that I am, I put it back on. Jim picked up his shoes, phone, wallet and the rest of his pockets' contents and borrowed an ice bucket that was out there to carry them to the car. As luck would have it, a mom and two kids were heading into the pool and either didn't notice us or didn't notice how we were dressed until we met at the gate.

Her expression went from shock to what looked like amusement. The water is heavenly, I said. We just couldn't resist. You'll love it! She rolled her eyes and started to laugh as I buttoned up my jacket and smoothed it and my skirt out with water still running from both. I'm sure I heard her snicker as I walked away with water squishing out of my ruined pumps. Primping hair that was plastered down to my head with water, I loudly asked Jim, Do I need to stop and touch up my hair and makeup or do I look presentable enough for the club? I love wrecking clothes! Hey! This uniform didn't survive the night as you'll see eventually, but I still have four more. What say I let Jim wreck each one in a different way and then write about it?

Anyway, back to the pool. I stopped to spy for a second since the kids were in bathing suits, but their mom was in Capri's and a t-shirt. She watched them splashing for a second, looked over both shoulders and jumped in behind them. Insanity is infectious!

Yay! Mommy! I heard the littlest one say. Kids don't care. They just want to have fun. I couldn't help but think back to swimming until way after dark with the girls wearing a ripped up, mud and pie-stained wedding gown and them being so happy that all five of us were playing together. Don't ever let circumstances come before an experience that might never come again. Your life will be filled with regrets.

Wow! This has gotten really long and I haven't even told you what happens to this wet uniform. I guess I shouldn't have been so graphic about what happened on the beach that night. Now I'll have to make this into two parts. What? Be more graphic in that one? You guys are terrible! Don't miss part 2!
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