Fiona's Next Day Out

They all left the theme park together, and Sue complained about how she thought that they were all very silly for getting so wet.

"I really enjoyed that!" Jenny replied. Tony had lent her his spare shorts, as he was happy to carry on wearing his splashed trousers and let them dry off on the bus. Fiona had changed into her spare clothes. The two boys went a bit ahead together into the car park outside, and Sue went into the souvenir shop by herself.

"I really quite liked it when those boys soaked me," Jenny confided to Fiona. "I felt the cold water running all down my top, and I knew that they were giving me a good look. I knew that they could see everything, and it felt naughty, but everyone was doing the same and I was excited!"

"I know what you mean," replied Fiona. "Tony soaks me all the time, and I like it! I know he is really aroused when I get my clothes wet, and it does the same for me! I put on nice clothes on purpose when we came, and I was looking forward to getting wet for him again! It was only at the end, when we came to that ride, that I knew I would get the chance! I felt all tingly and funny inside when I saw all those people getting wet through! I would not have missed that for anything!"

"I will have to wear something decent next time!" said Jenny. "My top was totally see-through and I think I made a right show of myself!"

"Don't worry," replied Fiona, "You didn't do that on purpose and those boys would have soaked you anyway! I think they were really enjoying themselves!"

"You're right," replied Jenny, "But I'm not going on like that again!"

The two girls joined up with Tony and Mike. Outside, in the car park, was a little stand attended by two members of staff. There was a poster fixed to it that read, "Special Offer, Come back this month for only ten dollars!"

"Did you all enjoy yourselves today?" one of the staff members asked.

They all said "Yes!"

"What was the best bit?", he asked. Tony was just going to say "The Zoo!" when both girls chorused together, "The wet ride at the end!".

"I thought that you had been on that," the attendant replied, "Your hair is still damp!"

"You should have seen us a minute ago!" said Fiona.

"Everyone seems to enjoy that ride," the attendant added, "The grown-ups all behave like kids and everyone just joins in!"

"You should warn people to bring spare clothes!" said Jenny. "I didn't know about it until we got to the end!"

"Well if we did that, we would have to have changing rooms, and people would need keys for lockers and things. We would need several more staff," he said. "It's more fun if you just go on as you are, everyone gets soaked and we have never had any complaints. There is a sign at the entrance to say it is a very wet ride, and to leave all your cameras and valuables with someone else."

The girls had been in such a hurry that they had missed reading the sign.

"Why not come back next week and have another go?" Tony looked at Mike and Fiona looked at Jenny. There was a pause while they all thought the same thing.

"Good idea!" Tony broke the silence. "I've got forty dollars! You can all settle up with me later!"


Sue came hurrying up to them. "We better hurry," she gasped, "The bus is leaving in two minutes!"

"We're all coming back next week," Mike told her.

"What for?" Sue looked astonished. "We're all going on those boats at the end again!" he explained. Sue looked at all four of them in turn, "You are all completely mad," she said, "Completely mad!"

The next weekend eventually came. Mike had found out that the theme park company ran an excursion coach from their city every Saturday and Sunday in summer for a small fare, and they all agreed to meet at the bus station in good time to catch it.


Jenny phoned Fiona first thing that morning. "Oh hello Jenny," Fiona answered. "You're still coming, aren't you?"

"Yes definitely," replied Jenny.

"Oh that's good, I thought that might have had second thoughts!"

"No, I have been looking forward to it all week," said Jenny. "Do you remember our conversation the other day? About getting wet, well, and um, really enjoying it?"

"I'm up for it!" said Fiona. "I think that Tony is up for it too!"

"What are you going to wear?" asked Jenny.

"I'm wearing my old school gym skirt," said Fiona, "and my t-shirt! Tony likes that!"

"I keep thinking that I should be sensible and bring my one-piece swimsuit and shorts!" replied Jenny, "But what I really want to do is to bring my summer frock!"

Fiona giggled. "Why not bring your swimsuit and bring your frock!"

"Are you going to wear your swimsuit underneath?" asked Jenny.

"No, I don't think so," replied Fiona. "Tony keeps buying me nice underwear, and I've got a new pink set still in its box. I think that I'll treat him with that!"

"I think I will wear my swimsuit underneath," Jenny added. "I don't know how see-through this dress will be, and I don't want to show off everything again!" They looked forward to seeing each other soon.

They duly arrived at the theme park again. Both the girls had travelled in joggers in t-shirts, and both had bags with spare clothes for later on. It seemed strange to be there again, just the four of them. It was quite a nice summer day, but cooler than last week and breezy. The park was not as busy. Fiona wondered whether many people would take the wet ride today.

They followed the same way around again, but somehow none of them seemed to linger at any of the places they had enjoyed the week before. Tony didn't want to walk around the zoo, and Jenny didn't bother with any of the rides. So in double quick time, they found themselves again arriving back at the entrance. And there it was, the sight of jets of water flying up into the air and the sound of distant screams.

"Shall we all get on one boat together?" Jenny asked.

"Why not start at the side?", replied Mike, "And have a go with the squirters first!"

They all agreed that this was a good idea. The girls went off to the ladies to change. The boys were going on as they were, in t-shirts and trousers. Fiona changed and waited outside, Jenny took some time in her cubicle. She finally came out, wearing a light blue frock, below the knee. It was quite high at the front with wide shoulders. Fiona looked at her back and could see the V-shaped straps of her regulation swimsuit beside the straps of her dress.

"Is this OK?" asked Jenny. "I feel a bit silly, changing into this!"

"You look great!" said Fiona. "I can see your swimsuit a bit!"

"That's OK," said Jenny. "I feel more comfortable with it on!"

Fiona had her knee-length games skirt on, together with a pristine white t-shirt. She was ready for a good soaking! They went over to join the boys. Fiona did a little twirl, lifting up the sides of her skirt and giving Tony a quick flash of her thighs. Fiona was so much happier about her body these days, and she did not worry that her legs were chubby anymore.

"That's a lovely dress!" Mike said admiringly. "Did you change into that to go on the ride?"

Jenny blushed. "Well I brought two things," she said, "And I think that my thick joggers will be warmer to go home in, so I thought that I would wear this now."

"But you're going to get soaked!" said Mike.

"Now, Now Mike!" said Tony. "You are starting to sound like Sue!"

Fiona started giggling again. "Is anyone complaining?" she asked. "We have made all this effort for you both!"

Now it was Mike who blushed, "You both look fabulous," he said. "I just didn't want Jenny to ruin her lovely dress!"

"A bit of water never ruined anything," said Fiona. Then she looked closely at Mike and murmured, "Maybe she just wants to get it wet, Mike, and if you pay a bit more attention, maybe you'll be the lucky guy to give her a hand doing it!"

Mike was startled for a moment, then he looked at Jenny again. There was a sparkle in her eyes and Mike thought that maybe Fiona was onto something here.

They all walked down to the ride. It was not as busy as last week, but there were still people watching and most of the boats had someone on, although none of them were full. Two of the firing gantries at the side had groups of people busy at the cannons, but the other two were free. They arrived first at the final gantry, nearest to where riders came off the ride. Tony went forward to take up position.

"No Tony," said Fiona, "Let's go to the other one, it's more fun to wet people when they first get on, and to see how they react!"

So they all went over to the first firing position. Tony stood at the first cannon, Fiona stood beside him and Mike took the third. The breeze caught Fiona's t-shirt and pressed against her chest. Tony could just make out the colour of her pink bra, showing up slightly against the material. He looked forward to seeing her wet!

The first boat that set off in front of them was empty, but they all practiced their aim and they were genuinely surprised by just how much water they pumped into the boat. The next boat had four men on board.

"Let's pick on one!" said Tony, "And really get him!" One of the four was a serious-looking young gent with glasses, wearing a smart shirt and dress trousers. They all fired at him, he looked shocked and bemused as his smart clothes were drenched. The other three were at the front of their boat, manning the cannon. Their water hit Tony for a second, and Fiona felt some splashes around her face, hair, and neck. They were not good with their aim, and then the boat passed. Fiona's t-shirt was a bit splashed at the front but only a few spots showed up. The next two boats had family groups, the boys splattered the kids a bit, which they loved, but everyone else stayed dry. Jenny stood just behind them, waiting for her turn.

Then the next boat loaded, with five young men, all about twenty, and looking like they were game to enjoy themselves. They looked up and greeted our friends with raucous jeers and laughter, and suggested that they go and get their umbrellas! As soon as they set off, they built up a huge spray from their canon. The wind was catching the water jets, which spread out into a fine spray by the time they reached the spectators. This wasn't happening to the water fired down into the boats, which stayed as a concentrated jet, quickly soaking anyone on the receiving end!

The three of him blasted away at these riders, who got visibly annoyed when they realised how wet they were getting. For Fiona, Mike and Tony it was more like standing in the rain for a few moments. After the boat passed they stood back, Fiona's face was wet and both her hair and the front of her t-shirt felt damp. There was still just a hint of pink bra showing through the front if you looked closely.

"Let's get them again!" They ran up to the third platform, which was now free. The five men were not pleased and started swearing. Fiona had no inhibitions and started working vigorously with her water jet on the two who were wettest already. Tony and Mike were put off by this display of aggression and stayed back. After all, it was meant to be a fun ride!

The men did not fire back at Fiona, but as they passed out of range one of them angrily tore off his soaking shirt and stood bare-chested. Fiona was giggling again and ran alongside the boat. Tony called after her and warned her not to get these people any more upset. Fiona laughed, and said that if you are going to dish it out, you have got to be able to take it! There were a couple of kids at the final gantry, but the other canon was free and Fiona grabbed it. Again her water jet was right on target, and she concentrated on the two who seemed to have the biggest mouths. They were completely drenched and totally humiliated. They had all taken their shirts off now.

"Do you want to lend my umbrella?" Fiona laughed. The men all gave her dirty looks and finished the ride in sullen silence.

The four friends joined each other again and went back to the start of the ride. Jenny stepped forward to one of the guns. The next boat had a group of two girls and two boys.

"Jenny, you have a go!" So Jenny took the middle gun, between the two boys. One girl facing them was wearing a dark coloured t-shirt. She immediately got the water flowing and hit her target, and in another moment all three water jets combined into a torrent, covering this poor girl and pouring onto her jeans. Two of her two friends kept firing back, which was easier for them to do because they were staying dry! Most of the water which reached the gantry seemed to land on Jenny, in the middle. Her dress showed lots of dark blue splashes down the front.

The next boat appeared containing another mixed group, probably all students. They targeted two of the lads, this time. The girls firing back were very fast and accurate, and again Tony got a bit splashed, Mike stayed dry, but all the jets of water found their way onto Jenny. She felt the cold spray on her face and her shoulders, and the water made a splattering sound when it hit her dress. She felt the coldness run down her arms, and then as the firing stopped she felt water inside her swimsuit. She glanced down, the front of her dress was dark blue and streaks of darkness ran down her thighs.

"I'm getting wet!" she giggled.

"Go for it, girl!" Tony replied.

"Let's try the other one," said Mike.

They arrived at the final firing gantry, overlooking riders who had already passed the first three sets of canons, and who were still game for taking part. Two boats came into view, both full of a hen party, the twenty-somethings had old school uniforms on, with their names crayoned onto the back of their school blouses. Tony took the first cannon again, and Jenny jumped up beside him.

Mike looked at Jenny and said, "I've heard that it's bad luck to wear your swimsuit and not get wet!"

Jenny smiled, and said, "I think I will be OK with that!"

Mike took the third cannon. They all blasted away, the hens were soaked already, but they had had the chance to improve their aim already and they were getting better at it. The wind was now blowing from behind them, and this helped their water reach the gantry, staying as a solid jet, and not dispersing into a spray. First one boat full of hens passed, and then the other, and the three of them were under fire almost for the whole time. Mike was laughing loudly, he was getting wet for the first time! Tony concentrated hard on firing back, whilst his shirt and trousers got wet through. Jenny was getting the worst of it.

"You'll make a lovely bridesmaid!" someone shouted. Every few moments water splattered over her, the front of her hair was wet and her shoulders and arms glistened. The front of her dress turned shiny where it was saturated, and it clung to her body. The shape of her thighs was very clear. Mike couldn't take his eyes off her. If she just had her swimsuit on, no one would have taken any notice, but the way that her wet dress showed up her shape made Mile think that there was something about this wet clothes thing to consider.

Mike joined Jenny at her gun as the next group arrived, who were a young couple, just the two of them on the boat together. The girl was wearing a short black dress. The couple both turned the handle together, and their combined efforts, together with the wind, sent a strong jet of water over Jenny and Mike. They were quite wet already and this one felt cold! Jenny could feel her swimsuit was now wet through down her front and Mike loved it as the wet material of her dress brushed against his legs. Tony concentrated on the girl, her black dress became shiny too, and clung to her body as if glued in place.

Fiona was the only one who was still dry! Tony was soaked through, Jenny was very wet and even Mike was quite wet! But Fiona's t-shirt was still as good as new and the water splashes on the front had all dried up and left no trace.

"Let's go on now," she suggested. "Or there will be no one left to squirt at me!"

They entered the ride, there did not seem to be any other riders now, and the boats were returning from the ride empty. They were directed onto the next boat, the floor and seats were dripping with water, which drained away through grills underneath. They found that there was a waterproof storage box built into the stern, where they put their bags and dry shoes. Fiona wiped the seats with her hand, and brushed all the water away, although the wooden seats were still damp. The whole boat was wet, after all, water had been running all over it all day.

Then they were off! Fiona took the first gun, leaning forward to turn the handle and looking up to aim. Jenny sat next to her, and Tony took the third gun. Mike sat on the seats behind, but still facing the same way as the others. But there did not seem to be anyone at the firing gantries! Fiona did feel a great sense of disappointment! Surely after all this time, she was not going to go all the way round the ride with no spectators, with no one to fire at, and more importantly, with no one there to wet her!

"If there is no one here," she said, "I am going around again!"

"I'll get off then and soak you!" Tony replied thoughtfully. Jenny laughed.

Then, as they approached the first firing station, a group of bare-chested men appeared. It was the group that Fiona had soaked half an hour before. Three of them took up position on the guns and looked down. They did not look very pleased.

One of them pointed at her and said, "Hello again!" Fiona smiled up sweetly. She decided straight away that they could do their worst and she would take it on the chin. She would not scream, she would not move away and she would try to hide. If you can dish it out, she thought, then you must learn to take it!

The boat rolled on its' inevitable path and Fiona was first in the line of their fire. First one jet hit her chest, then another, and then all three. They were very fast at drawing the water and their aim was straight. Fiona did not flinch, she did not stop to wipe her eyes and she appeared not to notice that her t-shirt was soaked to her skin in moments.

She fired back continuously into their faces, smiling all the time. Then the other two appeared from behind the gantry. They were both bent over as if they were carrying something heavy! The boat was passing out of range, but as it did so a bucket full of water appeared over the top of the wall beside the ride! The contents flew into the air, and landed as a sheet of water over the boat!

Tony was soaked still more, Jenny caught a fair bit and Fiona felt it splashing over her hair.

She looked up and laughed, "That's lovely!" she cried.

A second bucket full followed a moment later, landing right on the cannon in front of them. Most of it ended up on Fiona's skirt. The boat progressed, and the three topless men followed it to the next gantry. They had not finished with Fiona yet! Again three water jets converged on her, but Fiona was ready and she was not the least bit disturbed. She stood up in the boat, and made a mime of washing her hair, opening an imaginary shampoo bottle and pretending to make a lather!

The three men duly fired onto her head, and Fiona brushed her soaking wet hair back and forward with her hands! She was still laughing. Then the water carriers appeared again, and two more buckets full crashed into the boat. This time it all seemed to land on Jenny! The whole of her dress was now totally drenched, her hair too, and the shape of her swimsuit showed vaguely through from shoulders to hips.

The boat moved on, and the angry young men moved with it. Fiona was as wet as could be down her front, her t-shirt clung to her, with her pink bra showing through as clear as could be. The men shouted some lewd comments about her wet tits and asked if she had a boyfriend.

Fiona replied that she had a boyfriend who was a better man than they could ever be.

"Tony loves my wet tits!" she shouted. Fiona was shocked at herself for using this language.

The men concerned were even more taken aback and made jealous as Tony squeezed Fiona round the waist and picked at the front of her t-shirt, lifting the wet material way from her bra.

They reached the third gantry, and the same three men grabbed the water cannon. Fiona smiled again. She could not see the back of her t-shirt, but it did not feel as wet and clingy as the rest of her! In fact, she was wet down the back in patches, but bits of the t-shirt here were still dry!

She stood up and turned around, and this time doing a mime of a bath time routine, washing her arms and legs. This gave her a chance to flick up her skirt again, and flash her wet, sexy thighs! Tony leaned forward and playfully slapped her on the bum, as three water jets soaked into the back of her t shirt and worked their way up and down between her hair and the hem of her skirt.

Fiona had never been as wet before. The buckets of water followed, but their throwers seemed to be losing enthusiasm, the contents falling short of the boat. Then they arrived at the final gantry. The three men now looked bemused. Fiona was still smiling up at them, totally drenched and with water dripping from every bit of her. She grabbed the cannon in front of her. The wind was still giving assistance here, and the water jets sprayed all over the three men in turn. The two others appeared again, but this time minus the buckets.

"You're mad!" One of them said. "Completely mad!"

"Well, if you're going to dish it out, you have got to learn to take it!" Fiona replied triumphantly. They all sulked away. They had planned to drench our heroine into submission, but they reckoned without knowing how much she would enjoy what they had planned to do.

When they all went back on the bus together, all four were very quiet. They were thinking about their sexual feelings, about getting wet, and how lucky they were to have enjoyed the company of each other today.