Fiona's Day Out

The summer turned warm again the following week, and on Saturday Fiona's office staff were due to take their annual summer trip. Fiona had been booked to go on the outing for several months, but she had not really been looking forward to it much. Since she was together with Tony, however, it seemed to be a much better idea. Tony could join her and that they and she would enjoy it with him! There were still spaces available for guests on the coach, and the organising committee were very happy for another guest to join them.

Fiona paid Tony's fare, and they both looked forward to the day out. The trip was to a theme park some miles away. They guessed that takeaway food there would be expensive to buy, so they prepared a packed salad lunch. Fiona was wearing a knee-length blue skirt and a long sleeve white blouse. She had a cardigan wrapped around her shoulders in case she felt cold.

The theme park was a huge place, with state-of-the-art rides, mostly very high up and very fast. Neither of them liked to go on these, but there were also many other attractions, a small zoo, exhibitions, displays, and outside performances. They both enjoyed themselves thoroughly. The place was also well known for its water rides, and Tony and Fiona laughed together about this during the week before. Neither of them wanted to go on the very high rides, but they both packed a complete change of clothes in their backpacks, in case the water rides did not look too scary.

Fiona really wanted to go on one, because she had seen pictures of the riders in boats crashing through the spray, and it looked like the people there were getting soaked! It was a warm day. She brought with her leggings, a t-shirt, and a change of underwear. Fiona was well prepared!

Two of the water rides were very high rides, and they decided against going on. One of the rides took people in little tubs over a rollercoaster, where each dip was full of water. The water splashed right up over the tubs each time they slid down the slopes. The ride looked very wet indeed, but they both had a fear of heights and decided not to go on.

So Fiona had a sense of disappointment when they arrived at the final part of the park, which they had not seen before. They joined together with a group of Fiona's work colleagues, who were also walking back towards the entrance. They were all due to meet at the bus in another forty minutes. As they turned around the last corner, they saw sprays of water flying into the air and they heard a lot of screaming. They both gave each other a knowing look, and Fiona felt a surge of excitement. Maybe she was going to get wet after all!

As they got closer they could see that this ride consisted of sitting in a boat, which went slowly (slower than walking pace) around a sunken track built into a concrete pool. It took about two minutes to complete the circuit. There were a dozen boats on the track, each a set distance apart from one another. The boats all had six seats, three facing outwards and three facing inwards towards the middle of the pool.

The ride was overlooked by a viewing area; a broad path that ran around the whole perimeter outside a three-foot metal fence, which lots of people were leaning on and looking over. The boats were about six feet below and a few feet in front of the rail. There were also a series of platforms built out slightly, overhanging the pool. On each platform, there was a set of three water cannons! There were also water guns on each side of the boats, and the riders on the inside were using these to fire at the other boats. Those facing outwards could fire at spectators standing at the side. Needless to say, the people on the platforms were making full use of their water to fire directly down into the boats, and it looked impossible to miss.

The first thing that Fiona noticed was that these were not just little splashes of water. The cannon could produce a steady stream as if it was from a tap. When it was being used really vigorously the water poured out. The people on the ride were not just getting a bit splashed and they were not just a bit wet; those arriving at the end of the ride were completely soaked! Their party reached the side; a group of teenage boys were using all the cannons at the platform nearest to them and these boys were all soaked through. They must have been there for ages!

"We're not going on that!" said Mike, one of their colleagues they had just joined, to Sue, who was another.

"You will get wet through," agreed Sue, "And you will be wet through on the bus!"

Fiona looked at them brightly and said that she had dry clothes to change into.

"You go on if you want, Fiona, but we're not!" said Mike. The other person walking with them was Jenny, an eighteen-year-old school leaver who had just started with the company. Jenny had been on her own until she had been befriended earlier in the day by Mike and Sue. Jenny said that she would quite like to go on.

"You are going to get wet through!" warned Sue.

"I don't mind!" said, Jenny. She said that she had a vest on under her t-shirt, she would wear that and keep her t-shirt dry.

"It looks fun!" Fiona said and she offered to give Jenny her dry cardigan afterward. Jenny grinned and asked Fiona if she would go on with her. Tony told them both that they had better watch out because he would be waiting for them at the side! Fiona gave him a knowing look and said that she was looking forward to that.

Jenny took off her t-shirt, her vest was yellow and quite low cut. Her white bra straps were visible over her shoulders. She was wearing tight blue jeans. Tony asked Fiona if she was going to change, but Fiona said she would wear what she had on and change later. Tony looked again at her pretty blouse and he imagined her soft white breasts. This was great! He was going to get her very wet indeed!

The girls both took their shoes off and gave them to Mike and Sue to look after. They both tiptoed gingerly down towards the entrance to the ride and joined the end of a short queue inside the gate. The riders came off the boats on one side, and those joining the ride got onto the boats on the other. At the exit stood a series of huts which offered 5 minutes under a hot air dryer, for a fee!

Tony watched for a few minutes. One young lady on the ride was standing up, wearing a long white summer frock, and as her boat passed below the group of boys they all seemed to target her, and three jets of water showered over her. She screamed and squealed as her dress was splashed but she made no effort to avoid their attention. The dress clung to her thighs as more water hit her, running down her body and making her underskirt wet. Some riders turned aside from those squirting them, they tried to jump to the other side of the boat, they crouched down, they put their hands over their faces, but this did not prevent them from becoming wetter and wetter each time the boat passed a firing position.

Some riders kept on firing back, so they tended to get very wet down their fronts, as they kept facing and looking up at the platforms. This meant that for any young lady wearing a low-cut top, or an open-neck blouse, there was a strong likelihood of her showing a great deal of herself to those above. Her position, of reaching forward and looking up gave her maximum exposure, and anyone using the water cannon from the firing gantries found himself often looking straight down her cleavage. Any water then landing on her face, neck or shoulders seemed to pour straight over her boobs and everyone then found out just how see-through wet summer clothes become.

Those firing down could not really avoid doing this, after all the whole purpose for everyone there was just to get each other wet. Those arriving at the end of the ride looked as if they had just come out of a shower. It was a real public water fight, and in the case of most of the female riders, it was the nearest thing you would ever see to a wet t-shirt contest.

It was interesting to watch people's reactions when they came up to ride. Most people looked genuinely surprised at what they saw, and there were many gasps and much laughing. Most people commented on how wet everyone was. About half of everyone passed quickly by, shaking their heads and saying things like, "I'm not going on that!"

Other groups and families discussed amongst themselves whether they would go on the ride. Most younger people showed an interest in riding, and where one or two in a group wanted to on, the more reluctant ones with them tended to agree to join them. A lot of people then took off their shoes, and outerwear like jackets, cardigans, or sweatshirts were removed. If a member of their party was not riding these clothes were left with them. Otherwise, they would go in a bag under the seat. Some girls tied up their hair.

Then each group cautiously entered the ride area. Waiting in the queue gave them the clearest idea of what lay in store for them because as each boat arrived from the circuit it stopped to let the riders off. As they all stood up, water dripped off them and ran all over the ground. Two young ladies had knee-length skirts on, and water poured off their laps when they stood up to go. One or two people queuing changed their minds when they saw this and took their last opportunity to get away and stay dry! Once everyone was off the boats, the new riders were ushered on from the other side and the doors of the boats closed.

Now there was no way out! Over the next couple of minutes, everyone took their turn to get soaked. Your chances of getting very wet were higher if your boat was not full. A couple in a boat to themselves would take all the fire throughout the ride, and they could be getting splashed almost the whole time. Where the boat was full, the spray was shared over the whole group, and each person got slightly less. Most of the water came from the firing gantries above.

It took the boat about six seconds to pass each position, but someone on the water cannon could pump water into the boat for a bit longer because they could swivel the gun around and move it up and down. A keen spectator quickly learned to work the canon up to its maximum flow just as the boat approached, then to aim straight at the bow. The water made a loud thudding sound as it bounced off the thin, hollow wood and the nearest riders heard this with horror!

A split second later this was sound replaced by screams. The water guns reached the whole of the inside of the boat and there was no cover. As the boat passed on by, the water cannon could be turned further around and jerked upwards, sending more waves of spray into the air after it. Then it reached the next firing platform, almost immediately, and the fun started up all over again.

The spectators could also get wet because the riders could fire back at them. It was more difficult to get a spectator wet, though, because they were up above and the water jet from the boat quickly lost force. It was harder for the riders to fire accurately, because they nearly always had water splashing in their faces, and they had to keep looking up to take aim. Some riders on the boats realised that their best chance of avoiding the worst of the storm was to keep firing up because this did deter some of the incoming fire on them.

The biggest advantage that the spectators had over the riders was that they could stop firing and step back at any time, out of the way of the water. Most of them did this. Many of the spectators were people who had not wanted to ride, and they didn't want to get at all wet. But others were enjoying themselves so much they stayed put, even when they started getting wet. It was worth it, in order to give the riders below a good soaking. It took the spectators longer to get wet than for the riders, but some of them stayed on the firing gantries for several minutes and longer, and after this time they were as wet as anyone else, except that their backs stayed drier.

The most effective way to use the water cannon was to target one rider in particular and to concentrate all three jets on just one person at a time. There were several groups of young lads together, and they quickly realised this. They always picked on a girl, and she always seemed to have on a light t-shirt or a flimsy top. The water jets struck her one by one, as the boat approached. One spray went in her face, another started on her hair and the third went down her front. It took a brave rider to keep firing back now! Most victims tried to turn away, but then their backs got soaked too and the water still went over their shoulders and down their fronts. Once their hair was wet through, the water ran all over them anyway. Six seconds or so was a long time indeed, and this poor girl still had the rest of the ride to go! If the other gantries were free, then the lads could run from one to the next as the boat progressed, and repeat more of the wetting again! On the other hand, at quiet times on a cold day, there might be no one firing at all and a rider would go all round completely dry.

Some people sat on the inside of the boat in the hope that it would be drier, and it is true to say that those facing outwards did get the worst soakings. The spectators could reach the far side of the boat easily with their jets of water and were tempted to do so whenever they saw a person still dry. The water would then splatter against the back of a t-shirt or blouse, and the outline of a bra strap or would usually show through.

Most girls seemed to have t-shirts on, with leggings or jeans. Some wore what seemed to be the most inappropriate clothing, summer frocks, long dresses, blouses, and skirts. As they stood to wait, and everyone realised how wet they were about to become, Tony, wondered what these poor young ladies were thinking! There were muttered conversations in the queue, shocked looks, and giggles. Then nearly everyone just decided to get on anyway, probably because everyone else was literally going to be in the same boat.

One girl, in particular, looked very self-conscious. She was wearing a floaty cream-coloured shirt, and even before she got on the ride it clung to her curves. She must have known that it would be quite transparent once it was wet. Anyone in the queue with her could see that she had a white bra on too. So when she got on the boat, she put her hands in front of her boobs.
The group of teenage boys were still on the first set of cannons, and when they saw her they deliberately tried to get her as wet as possible. Three jets of water splashed over her arms, her shoulders, and right over her front. When she saw her sleeves getting wet in front of her, she realised that her top was going to be totally see-through, and even more see-through than she first thought.

She put her hands in front of her face in embarrassment and she bowed her head, trying to cover her front with her arms. It was unfortunate for her that every gantry now had groups of lads firing, and they were all quick to notice her. They were all determined to make her as wet as possible, and her obvious discomfort just made it worse for her.

At the next gantry, one lad fired right down her neck, and the other two sprays reached over her shoulders and down her back, as she bent forward. The back of her shirt was getting nearly as wet as the front. So she sat up, and put her arms to her side, looking up at the third firing station.

More trouble! She tried to turn aside, but water splattered down her front and then her back. She turned back again just as the third canon found her right in range. A number of the lads had converged at the final gantry. The poor girl was soaked from head to foot by this time, she was much wetter than her companions. But there was still more water to aim at her.

She put her hand over her eyes again and lent forward, and the jets of water soaked her hair first, then her shoulders, and down both her back and front. When she reached the ride's end she was saturated from head to foot and she had no choice but to get up and walk off. She tried to keep as much dignity as she could while her boobs were on full display.

No mercy was being shown to anyone, and once on the ride, it seemed that you just had to accept that you were there for a soaking. If no one hit you passing the first firing position, then they certainly would at the next three. Those firing the water seemed to be drawn towards a person looking still dry, and any attractive young ladies received well over their fair share. The first blast or two didn't feel too bad, but after a few more seconds of squirting most items of clothing became wet through. And then as they became sodden, girls felt their t-shirts and tops clinging to them while their bras were soaked through.

Tony was standing beside the first gantry and he noticed that Fiona and Jenny were now second in the queue to get on. Fiona glanced at herself, her outfit seemed so unsuitable for this ride! It was what she would wear in the office! Her blouse looked as if it was going to turn very see-through!

The next boat arrived, and two girls got on with their boyfriends. One couple sat on each side of the boat, the girl facing Tony wore a white top with a low, scooped front. The girl behind her had an olive blouse and jeans. One of the water cannons nearest to Tony was free, so he quickly moved over to it. A couple of young men had the other two.

The boat approached, and the couple facing them cranked the handles and a good spray worked its way up towards the spectators. As the girl leaned forward over the handle, looking up, everyone could not help but take in the generous view given of her cleavage and the front of her bra. The two lads next to Tony certainly noticed too, and from their angle of fire, it was inevitable that their sprays of water seemed to go straight for her neck area and pour down her front.

The girl in question didn't seem to mind, she kept on looking up and firing back. Tony felt his shirt and trousers getting splashed, he fired down on the girl, wetting the front of her hair and her top still more. He could see that her leggings were soaked and glistening in the sunshine.

The two other lads raised their line of fire upwards as the girl facing them passed, and both their jets of water hit the back of the girl in green, facing the other way. She screamed, as a dark patch quickly spread across her back and water splashed off her blouse in all directions. She leaned forward and lowered her head, but this exposed more of her back to the water, which ran over her shoulders too. The shape of a dark-coloured bra strap appeared. Tony aimed at her too, as his first target passed by, and his jet of water hit the back of her head. Her dark hair became a wet tangled mass, as she put up her hands, trying to brush the water away.

The ride itself was quietening down at the end of the day, some of the boats were leaving empty and most had only two or three people on board. There were still lots of people watching from the side. Fiona and Jenny were directed to the next boat, Fiona brushed away the water from the seat before they sat down, facing where the gantries would shortly come into view.

She stood up again for a moment, to tuck her blouse neatly into her skirt and pull up her sleeves up at her elbows. She adjusted herself as she sat down again to leave her skirt resting over her knees, in a very ladylike manner. Fiona felt a tingling excitement. She had seen how wet everyone got, and she hoped that there were still enough people firing to do the same to her! Her crisp white blouse was made of a soft, shiny, satin-like material, and she wanted to get it really wet all over. She had a plain white bra underneath.

She smiled as the boat set off on its' tracks, at about walking pace. She was like a prisoner now, being taken slowly towards an inevitable punishment. Fiona felt a surge of sexual excitement. Show me no mercy! She slapped her hand onto the water gun in front of her, and waited!

Other boats were returning to the end of the ride, passing behind them, and both Fiona and Jenny felt cold splashes of water on their backs, as other riders fired at them. They turned around to the inside of the boat to shoot back, but by the time they did so it was too late as the other boat had passed. Fiona could feel a little dampness on her back, but she had only been hit for a second and most of the spray had splashed off her.

They returned to the side facing the spectators, as they approached the first firing gallery. A family group now occupied these cannons, but the kids could not get the water flowing. This was done by turning a handle on each canon around very quickly, and the quicker you turned the more water came out! Jenny was getting the idea, and the kids loved it when she got them into range! Fiona said that it was a shame because they were only kids.

"But they love it!", replied Jenny. Fiona had passed the first firing position and she was still dry!

Tony walked along the side and saw that the next firing position was free. He noticed that Mike had joined him, walking alongside.

"Lets' get them, Mike!" Tony said, and they both took up position at a cannon each. Sue looked on very disapprovingly. Jenny quickly found Tony within her aim and hit him straight in the face and neck. She kept her eyes on him and kept her aim straight, and Tony felt his t-shirt immediately getting wet, and water was trickling down his trousers.

Tony took aim at Fiona, and she screamed as the water thudded into the wooden boards beside her. It made such a noise! Tony blinked and tried to see clearly, as Jenny continued to hit his face. Fiona was struggling with her gun, she could not get any water to come out. Mike started to get the idea, and suddenly his cannon burst into life, sending a strong burst of water wide of the boat.

Then Tony's jet hit Fiona right in the face, and she instinctively let go of her gun and ducked down, digging her face into her lap. Tony's water hit the middle of her back, and the damp patch on her blouse quickly spread out. The material became even shinier as it became wet through. Her bra straps were clearly visible.

"Go on Mike, get Fiona!" Tony said. Mike got the idea immediately, and he was even faster with the handle than Tony. The two jets of water splashed off Fiona's back in all directions. Tony moved his spray up to her head. "Not my hair!" Fiona screamed, but Tony just squirted faster and the back of Fiona's hair matted together. Tony and Mike then looked up laughing. Fiona lifted her head, her front was still mostly dry, but her blouse was soaked at the back and was plastered to her. The front of her skirt was wet, and darker patches and splashes showed up on her lap. The skirt felt heavier and Fiona could feel the cold and damp seeping through. The water drained down behind her through her pants.

The boat continued around the pool.

"I'm still dry!", shouted Jenny, You didn't get me! You can't get me now! But the girls were reaching the next firing point, where the group of teenage lads were still manning the canons.

"We can!" one of them shouted. "You're next!" said another, "Get ready for it, girl!"

It was unfortunate for Jenny that her vest was cut quite low, and more unfortunate still that from their vantage point above these boys got a view straight down her front. The tops of her breasts and her cleavage were showing, and the lads were not slow to notice. They all trained their guns on her, and one by one their jets of water hit her as the boat came into the line of fire of each boy in turn.

All three hit her around the neck, the shoulders and the chest. The boys probably did not aim deliberately right down her boobs, but that is where most of the water seemed to go. Jenny's vest was soaked in an instant. To her credit, she was not deterred and she kept looking up and firing back.

"We're wet anyway!" one of the boys shouted when Jenny got him square on the chest. It was still more unfortunate for Jenny that as her vest became wetter, it hung loosely in front of her chest. When she leaned over the handle of her gun, her bra barely covered her soaking wet tits, and her whole front swung rapidly from side to side, in rhythm with the movement of her arm as she turned the handle as rapidly as she could.

Still, the water crashed down as one of the lads turned his aim to her face, Her fringe got soaked, but she did not even pause to wipe her eyes or to brush her hair away. She kept on firing. Jenny was a game girl. Fiona caught a fair amount of splashes sitting next to her, but to her disappointment, the boys did not aim at Fiona directly, even though she was getting her own cannon to fire. She managed to splash some water over the boys. One of her sleeves was wet through and dripping, and the water soaked right through the back of her skirt. She was sitting in a puddle.

"You're too good at this!" Jenny shouted at them as she passed out of range.

"Sexy when wet!" one of them shouted back. Jenny blushed as she glanced down and realised what they meant. But there was no time to think, as the boat was arriving at the next firing point.

Tony and Mike were there already and had watched Jenny's soaking, as they walked along. Tony decided that it was Fiona's turn now, and he knew that this was his best chance. Mike was beginning to realise what fun he had nearly missed.

"Lets' get Fiona now. Jenny's already drenched," Tony said. "Get her absolutely soaked, so she wishes that she hadn't worn her skirt and blouse!"

The boat came into range and Jenny put both her hands into the air above her head.

"I surrender!" she cried out. Mike could not resist taking aim at her, her vest could not get any wetter, but at least in this position, it gave a little more cover to her body. Her bra was visible and had turned see-through, two prominent nipples showed through both layers. More water ran down off her onto her already soaking jeans.

"You're next!" Tony called to his girlfriend.

Fiona smiled back, she had that tingling feeling again. The boat came within range of Tony's cannon.

"Don't hide this time!" Tony shouted. "Come on, fire back!" Fiona did her best and made a fair job of finishing off the dry bits left on Tony's t-shirt. Unfortunately, this left her more exposed to Tony's aim, in a similar way to what poor Jenny had been a moment before.

Her blouse gave her a little more modesty, however, although when she leaned forward and looked up Tony could still see a bit down the front. Tony played the jet of water all over her, especially her shoulders and the front of her hair. He figured that if he could get her hair wet, the water would keep running down the rest of her. Mike joined in, as Jenny started moving away and Fiona was right in his line. He showered the front of Fiona's blouse, shaking the nozzle slightly, so the water streamed out in little waves, effectively covering every inch of her front.

Fiona tried to keep firing, but then she gave up and sat looking up at her tormentors. She extended her arms out to either side of her as if to invite both boys to soak her chest. Two water jets converged on her boobs and streamed down onto her skirt. She could feel the water run down inside her long sleeves and she felt the coldness of her wet bra. Her smile grew wider. Water dripped continuously from her hair.

The boat passed by, and Tony made a special effort to get one last big spay all down her blouse. The material was completely wet and shiny and very see-through. Fiona's white bra was very clearly visible, but the bra itself was quite substantial and kept her breasts hidden. Tony and Mike jumped back off the platform and followed the boat further around. There was a different group of people at the final gantry, they seemed to be turning the handles, but they hadn't quite got the knack of it, and their water only dribbled out, failing to reach the pool.

Fiona and Jenny were both standing up now as they approached.

"Quick, let us have a go, we'll get them!" Mike shouted as they arrived at the gantry. The two spectators at the last two guns stood aside and Mike and Tony both started turning the handles as quickly as they could, sending two jets of water straight at Jenny and Fiona, as they came into range. They both kept standing and neither made any effort to move aside. The two lads worked their nozzles up and down, and both girls were given a thorough shower, to finish off their ride.

"That's how you do it!" Tony laughed.

Fiona was pleased. She was soaked through!


The girls both got off the boat and re-joined their companions. Mike was still completely dry, Tony was pretty wet but both girls were as wet as it is possible to be. They were both laughing.

"Well, I guess we asked for it!" said Jenny. They both went off to the ladies, Fiona with her backpack and Jenny to make herself as comfortable as she could be for the journey home.


Tony was laughing. Mike was glad that for once he had not listened to Sue, because of all of them he had enjoyed himself most of all.