We woke up from our nap at roughly 6:30 pm and had a quick coffee to recharge, then jumped in the shower. By the time we came out, Marci was sitting in the kitchen waiting for us, dressed in boots jeans and a blue turtleneck sweater - and a raincoat. She explained to us that the temp had dropped and it was raining in bands coming off the gulf and it was pretty much going to be that way until after midnight. Mary just smile and said "No problem" and we went back in her room as she rummaged around for her over the knee boots and the jeans that go with them (the ones that really show off her "hams" of her full butt.) I commented that the boots were kind of decrepit, and she said they were the old and the ones she wore in nasty weather, and sometimes even to go fishing, and I left it at that - the faded, painted on jeans getting more of my attention. I had on jeans and a long sleeve t-shirt, and was about to throw on a Banana Republic khaki travel blazer over it when she looked at me and said "uh uh, you'll be soaked through as soon as you get out of the car and we're staying out for a while". Since I had left New England in the winter, I had one of my black ribbed turtleneck sweaters anyway and threw it on as she struggled into a tight navy blue thick-ribbed one with a super high neck, barely managing to get the hem of it over her tits. As I threw on my jean jacket, she grabbed hers out of the closet and smiled at me and mumbled "full fetish gear tonight baby". I figured at that point we'd probably end up drunk in the pool or the ocean with our clothes on or something, which did eventually happen, but not without some shenanigans first.

We jumped in her car and had our first drink at a local members only social club just down the street. Truthfully, I was a little self-conscious wearing all those clothes in Florida at 60 degrees, until I looked around, and remembered that 60 outside was considered cold for that crowd, especially if it was damp and raining.

Three more places for a drink at each and it was just before 10 when we ended up in the neighborhood Hooters, where both women were apparently known by name. Even there, both the clientele and employees were dressed for the weather, most of the girls in jeans or leggings and some even with long sleeve t-shirts or turtlenecks under their Hooters shirts. Regardless, the scenery was still pleasing.

I had no clue what was up for the evening except some food before more drinking, and we put away a couple pitchers of beer and a ton of food while we laughed about all kinds of silly stuff, including our afternoon adventure in the pool. Mary and Marci assured me we'd be in that, and possibly other pools during my week stay, and they were talking about "slut gear" to swim in, which of course I encouraged. At one point, Mary even asked one of the waitresses to come join us during the week in her Hooters uniform and fishnets, and not only did she agree, but invited one of the other girls as well. (Yes, that happened the last day that I was there)

As per usual in Hooters, I got the "Birthday song" from the staff, posed for pics with the cuties, and then they brought out the cake with a large candle on each end. Thought nothing of it until I got a look - Marci had ordered it locally, as per Mary's instructions, and it was one of those photo cakes - complete with a picture of Mary taken that afternoon, on her knees, fully clothed and soaking wet, with the pool in the background. We all got a chuckle out of it, and Mary said "Here ya go" as the waitress lighted the candles.

I thought the looks on their faces were from the picture and some slight references to wetlook, and never gave the cake a second thought until after I blew out the candles. Completely unsuspecting of anything, I caught Mary give a glance and nod towards me just before I felt a hand on the back of my neck. Before I could react, I was face down to my ears in creamy goo, quickly figuring out that the cake was a shell full of creamy custard filling. I reacted as anyone would, jerking my head back up as I noticed flashes from a camera going off.

The filling ran down my face and onto the front of my turtleneck sweater as the waitress snapped away. Mary had pulled a chair up on one side of me and Marci on another, and they tried to dunk me again, with little success, while some staff and the few remaining customers watched, laughed and encouraged them. Seeing that wasn't going to happen, their hands went to my chest as they started rubbing it in and smearing it all over me, slipping the bulk of it off my face to rub into my clothes. Their next move was handfuls off the remains of the cake on the table, where there had to be at least a gallon of the filling left.

Seeing that they had no problem dipping in their hands and getting the mess on their sleeves, and some even dribbling onto their bellies and jeans, I grabbed a handful and went for Mary's tits, smearing it across the front of her. As she repaid me yet again, I turned to Marci who pushed me away from her tits and in one fluid motion I went right to her face and the neck of her sweater. We continued tit for tat with the mess until we were all covered, as the waitress continued to snap away. Mary and I even posed for messy kisses as we both had Marci by the tits for numerous shots. We were just about done when Gwen, one of the waitresses the women knew walked over with a couple cans of whipped cream and handed one each to Mary and Marci and wished me a happy birthday. Both women then proceeded to slather me with whipped cream, and then squirted the remains of the cans on each other. We had some fun rubbing it in while the waitress took more pics, at one point Gwen even stooping down between the three of us to get in a couple of shots.

When we were done, the staff gave us each a towel to clean off our faces with, and brought us a couple more pitchers of beer. I started to apologize for the mess, when Mary and Gwen told me that it was all paid for in advance, including a generous tip for the staff courtesy of Mary. She just laughed and said "Business expense, client entertainment".

We sucked down the beer like it was water because the staff was already cleaning up to close for the night. As usual, the "urge" hit us hard, almost simultaneously as we got to the bottom of our glasses. The restroom doors were propped open, one with a mop and bucket, and Gwen caught us heading that way. "No way, you guys are dripping mess, we just cleaned them up - use the parking lot or go around back" she told us firmly.

The parking lot was too well-lit, and we were already desperate, I know I was leaking into my jeans, not sure about the women, when we rounded the building. The back of the place is literally on the beach, so there really was no place to hide so we headed for the shadows. Walking across the sand in shoes and boots made it a slow trek and about half way there as we were all bitching about having to go so bad, Marci just stopped, she was winded and just stared ahead and said "Fuck it, I'm done. I'm going right here" as we turned and watched her jeans take on a wet and shiny look. "Me too " said Mary and with an obscene laugh and a snort spread her feet in the sand let go. "Oh well" I said to them both, and joined them in their wetness. It had to have been either the beer or the silliness of the night, but after we soaked ourselves we just burst out laughing.

We were still covered with the remnants of the cake and the drying whipped cream, and now this. I had expected we'd be heading home when we left Hooters, that was the plan, but Mary got another idea. "We look kind of ridiculous at this point, I don't want to get stopped by the cops or get out of the car and get busted by someone I know all covered in this stuff" she said. Marci and I agreed, and I suggested we take a quick swim in the ocean. Neither of them liked that idea - no lifeguard, the area was known for undertow, and who knows what was swimming around off shore in the dark. Besides, neither one wanted the itchiness of salt water soaked clothes against their skin. "Not here" Mary said, "Come on" as we went up to the concrete patio behind the bar. "This is for swimmers to rinse off with" as she opened what looked like a section of fence behind which was a shower. "I hope they left the hot water turned on".

The showerhead was one of those industrial sized things they used for emergency exposures to chemical and other hazards, and came complete with a huge ring and chain. She gingerly approached it from the side, grabbed the ring, stepped back as if she didn't want to get wet, and pulled on it. A deluge of water came out, so much and so hard, it rolled up and covered her boots, splashing on her jeans as she reached to put her hand into it to check the temperature. "Luke warm" she said and took a deep breath and she stepped directly underneath and pulled on it again. The water did its' job and then some, and although she looked like someone who just avoided a near drowning, it appeared that she was otherwise clean in her shiny, wet clothes. Marci took a step towards the shower and noticed a bottle of gel shampoo tucked on a corner shelf. It was pretty much full, and she put a big squeeze of it into her hand and ran it through her hair, then handed it to Mary. Marci pulled the ring and the deluge hit her, causing the shampoo to foam up as she paused and worked her hair a bit and rinsed again until all remnants of the soap were gone from her hair and clothes. Before I had a chance to get under the shower, Mary had rubbed a glob of shampoo into her own hair and slid under it again, claiming she still smelled like the food and wanted to wash it off of her. After a minute of foam and a rinse, she was back out, all wet and shiny again, and it was my turn. It took a few tries and a good portion of the shampoo to get the mess out of my clothes, but it worked. At one point I had stopped washing to get rid of some beer, once again in my jeans, and both women noticed what I was doing. Marci, of course, had to come out with "Oh, why did you waste it?" as she and Mary laughed.

Finally, clean but wet, we headed to the car, and Mary found her beach bag with a few somewhat clean towels for us to dry our hair with and sit on. They brushed out their hair, lent me a comb, and we climbed in to head home. But we got delayed......

(The finish in part 3)