The next few weeks were the happiest Fiona could remember in her life. She became an item together with Tony, and the more they saw of each other the more suited to each other they seemed to be. She looked forward every day to her lunch hour, when they met for half an hour in the park to share an ice cream and a sausage roll. After work, she walked across to the Lido and they met up again. Two nights a week Tony worked late until seven-o-clock, and on Wednesday night he had lifeguard training. Fiona got to know all the staff who worked there, they were all very down to earth people and friendly towards her. When Tony worked late, she sat in the office and started to help out with odd jobs around the place. Fiona invited Tony to her bedsit, and over their first weekend as boyfriend and girlfriend they spent nearly all the time together. They started to become familiar with the physical side of love and Fiona began to relax a little and began to look forward to Tony's advances. Tony gave her a present of a boxed set of red underwear, Fiona had never worn anything so sexy.
Fiona was looking forward most of all to the next Wednesday, when it was time for the lifeguards training session again. Tony was delighted when Fiona said that she wanted to join him again, and she asked him what he thought she should wear. " Can I come into the pool with everything on again? ", she asked with a shy mischievous smile. Tony picked up the box with the red bra and panties. "I dare you," he replied. "These instead of a swimsuit under your clothes!" Fiona kept her work clothes for the pool that night, she thought a white blouse and skirt would tease Tony, but even then she was unprepared for just how see through the blouse became. The session started with the lifeguards doing exercises in the water, retrieving a brick from the bottom of the pool, and for this part Fiona sat at the side, near to the shallow end. The pool was designed so the water came right up to the level of both sides, and the water that lapped over the top drained away immediately into grills which ran the entire lengths of the two sides. The consequence of this was that as soon as Fiona sat down on the poolside and dangled her bare legs into the water, the bottom of her skirt became soaked through, from the little surges of water that ran over the edge of the pool, as the lifeguards moved about and passed by in the pool. Fiona felt the cold water soak through the back of her underwear as well. She liked that feeling, and she kicked her legs quite hard in the water as she sat, and this made her skirt even more wet. The bottom of it was dangling down into the pool under her thighs, and the top was heavily splattered with wet splash marks. Then Tony came over to her and he splashed water all over her as she sat there. That was when Fiona realised just how flimsy her blouse was, because once it was wet it clung to her and became practically invisible. Fortunately, the bra was sufficient to cover her breasts, and the material was solid enough not to reveal them. At a glance, it might have appeared to be a bikini top, but whatever anyone else noticed none of the other lifeguards seemed to pay any attention. As Tony splashed her again and Fiona made a little cry out, it was as if a piece of private magic was at work between them again. Then Bill called Tony back to do something else in the pool, "Leave that poor girl alone," he said, "she will be freezing cold!" Fiona just laughed and said that it didn't matter at all, because she would be getting in the water anyway when they were ready. She brushed a little pool of water away from the top of her wet skirt, the material felt quite heavy against her legs. The black material glistened in the evening sunshine. At the end of the hour, Fiona climbed up the steps and out of the pool, her blouse plastered to her body and her skirt releasing a cascade of water pouring onto the ground. "That was fun!" she said. Tony could not take his eyes away from her. They went back together to Fiona's bedsit, and that evening was the fifth or sixth time that they made love. This time it was with a new intensity, Fiona felt relaxed and squealed with pleasure, so loudly that she heard her neighbour in the next room get up from his chair and turn up his TV. Life was good.
The following weekend Fiona took Tony to meet her grandparents. Fiona's mother had been alone when she was born, and was sadly unable to care her as a baby, and Fiona's maternal grandparents took her in when she only a few months old. She had a very special bond with them both, she had always been an easy going child and she had a special appreciation for all that they had done for her over the past twenty years. She was delighted that they both took to Tony, they liked his respectful manner towards them and that he made a real effort to be engaging and to enjoy their conversation. Later that day, on her way home, Fiona was passing the shops and she decided to go into to the ladies wear fitters again and have a look at the dresses! She had never spent much time or effort on buying clothes, but she was taken by the thought of buying herself a new dress! She looked closely at several, but kept going back to look at one dress in particular. It was made of a silky, smooth material, and was a very light shade of pink. The shop keeper invited her to try it on, and Fiona thought it was lovely. It was quite long, it went below her knees, and it had a tie around the middle which drew it closely into her waist. The lower part flowed out like a skirt and the top was "v" shaped and cut low at the front. It showed he her top off fabulously, she had to pull it up slightly to stop the top of her bra from becoming visible. She had never worn anything like this before, she could see a bit of her cleavage and just the top of her breasts! It was low at the back too. She decided to buy it there and then, and even though it cost her half a week's wages she felt special and wonderful when she had made the decision.
Fiona's granddad had offered to take them out that Sunday afternoon, it was an hour's drive to the nearest seaside resort. There was a real warmth to the early June sunshine, and the seafront was packed. Fiona wore her new dress. She really liked the feel of the material against her skin, the breeze caught it and held it gently against her legs. They had a picnic on the sand, and afterwards Tony and Fiona walked arm in arm along the sand. Fiona's grandmother was proud and happy to see her granddaughter so obviously in love. The inevitable happened and Tony and Fiona found themselves at the edge of the water. Low waves were coming in, breaking on the sand and foaming out over ten or twenty feet in front of them. Tony took his shoes and socks off and ran in, letting the water splash over the bottom of his trousers. "Not today, Tony," said Fiona, "I have only got my new dress and I don't want to get it wet and ruin it!" Even so, Fiona took her shoes off and let the surf run over her feet, making sure that the water was well below her hem. Tony went in further, his trousers were wet through now. Then he came back out, and aimed with his sidestep a wave of water at Fiona. She turned aside, but the water hit the lower part of her dress. The material turned much darker where the splashes hit, and the dress was clinging to her skin where the water soaked in. Tony did the same again. "Tony, you fool!" Fiona sounded cross, she had never been angry with him before. She ran back up the beach to where her grandparents sat. "Look at my new dress!" she said. Fiona's grandmother was laughing. "Don't make a big fuss dear!" she replied, "He just wants to have fun, and you can see how much he likes you! Don't worry about your dress, it will soon dry in this warm sunshine! Go and push him in!" Tony was further out in the water now, his trousers were covered and his shirt looked wet.
Fiona respected her grandmother and she usually did what her grandmother said. On this occasion, obedience came even more easily to her. She ran down the beach, lifting her feet high to keep her balance when she entered the surf, and the drag of the water checked her run. She lifted her dress up high, almost to her waist, and wadded in to join Tony. "Sorry, " he said softly. Fiona did not reply, but let go her dress, letting the skirt part fall into the water and become soaked by the next wave. She took both her hands into the sea and splashed as much water over Tony as she could. She did this again and again. Then she turned away, anticipating that he would splash her back. As she turned, her foot slipped on the sand under the water, Fiona felt herself loose her balance and she fell backwards into the sea. The next wave broke over her head and poor Fiona went right under the water. Tony rushed over and lifted up to her feet. The dress was wet through, every inch was clinging to Fiona and the shape of her underwear was showing through. Her breasts were peeping over the sagging material at the front and her nipples made two clear points.
Fiona's grandmother was right. The dress did not take long to dry, although the little bits of sand that went everywhere were still there, long after the dampness was gone.