Hotel Rendezvous

This story follows from, "A Day Out with Wetnylons," posted earlier in this section.

This is a second fictional account.

As before, it is (sadly) only imaginary, and this is posted with Wetnylons' agreement!

The pictures belong to Wetnylons, they are from her albums here and they are used here with her permission.

So here we go.

Our visit to Alton Towers left me with a warm glow inside which lasted for weeks. My mind went back to thinking about it time after time, always ending up with feeling of excitement! I was so glad that we had met up! Wetnylons is a nice person, well worth getting to know and she was so kind to make my wildest dreams come completely true.

Thanks!

Mr Nylons e-mailed his pictures to me! They were very good! They were both happy for me to post a selection of them on UMD! I started a "wetlook" thread which expanded into a discussion on public wetlook venues. After just a few weeks the post and the album of ten photographs had over a thousand views, the pictures altogether had over three hundred likes and over a hundred appreciative comments! I felt a bit of a cheat, getting all these visits to my page, but I made it clear whose pictures they were.

We kept in touch by messages, every couple of weeks or so! We always ended our messages by saying "See you again soon!"

I make regular visits down south, staying for a few days not all that far from where Wetnylons and Mr Nylons live! I usually stay in a budget hotel, no frills but a comfortable enough place to lay down your head. Now and again I treat myself and stay in a better hotel. This one has a leisure centre attached and offers guests free use of the indoor pool, spa and sauna! There is nothing better at the end of a busy day.

Now (and this bit is absolutely true) I have seen some wetlook there too! Of course not often, but three times over the years I have seen patrons using the pool in their clothes rather than swimwear. I assume that sometimes guests perhaps book quickly, chasing after a good price! You know what happens if you don't book there and then, you look back online later and the price has gone up!

So perhaps not everyone checks out the hotel in detail first, they just book and then arrive unprepared for a swim! That is what I assumed, anyway, when I saw a young lady swimming in full-length leggings and a vest, and another time a slightly older lady was wearing a dark t-shirt and shorts. Another young lady got in the pool with a t-shirt over her swimsuit! That intrigued me, because hers was a deliberate choice! I wonder if she wanted to get her t-shirt wet! Maybe she was very modest or just self-conscious about wearing her costume. I'm not great at striking up casual conversations so I never knew. I would never behave inappropriately or stare at anyone, but I took a discreet glance or two and thought, "Very Nice!"

So another idea took hold. I'd like to stay in the hotel with the pool again next time, and would Wetnylons and Mr Nylons care to join me? She liked this idea too! I asked her if she would be brave enough to go in for a swim, in public, in her clothes! She reassured me (in her message) that she would!

"If I didn't have a swimsuit, and I wanted a swim, I would just go in, that's no big deal!" she replied.

We quickly reached an agreement. Mr Nylons and Wetnylons liked the thought of an away day. They would book in too for a night, and we would meet up at check-in. After our swim, we could dine together and enjoy drinks in the hotel. They could spend the next day having lunch and shopping in the nearby city while I went about my business there. My little devious mind wondered if Wetnylons might start the next day with a quick swim too, before breakfast! But I'm getting ahead of myself.

The big day finally arrived. I was first at the hotel, checked in and took a seat in the reception area. Our heroine, together with Mr Nylons, arrived half an hour later. It was great to see each other again and we exchanged warm greetings and handshakes. Wetnylons went over to check in while the two of us lads chatted nearby. She signed in, got their room key and confirmed details of dinner and breakfast times. Wetnylons looked up a huge colour photograph on the wall behind reception, showing the pool and advertising the hotel's leisure centre.

"You've got a pool here as well?" she commented innocently. "That looks good! I'd love to go in there!"

"Yes, the leisure centre has a pool, sauna, steam room and spa!" the receptionist replied enthusiastically.

"Oh dear!" Wetnylons looked crestfallen. "This is our first time here and I haven't brought my costume!" she paused. "Do you think it would be alright to go for a swim anyway, in my spare things?"

The receptionist smiled, "Well I'm sure it's happened before!" she said reassuringly. "The leisure centre is really separate from the hotel, so I can't really say for certain, but just ask at their reception! I'm sure they'll be Ok about it!"

We ordered a coffee, sat a while and talked together. Then we set off to locate our rooms. On the way we passed the entrance to the leisure centre, which lay down a long, carpeted corridor. This opened out into a bright and spacious reception area. The leisure centre seemed to have been added onto the side of the hotel and there was a large glass frontage ahead which overlooked the pool. We strolled over to it. The pool was oval-shaped and about twenty metres long. There were seats and tables on the other side of the glass and we could see a spa pool at the far end. There were about six older people in there, two couples and two gentlemen who seemed to be by themselves.

"I'd love to go in there!" Wetnylons exclaimed loudly. She turned towards the reception desk, her plastic room key in her hand.

"Are you hotel guests?" a man behind the desk smiled. He was standing beside a female colleague, both of them wearing corporate uniforms of blue t-shirts and long shorts, with the leisure company logo prominent.

"Yes, we are!" Wetnylons held the room key aloft. "But we've not been here before and I didn't bring my swimming things! Can I still go in? Will it be OK with just a change of clothes?"

It was the girl behind the desk who answered, also smiling. "Yes that's OK! You're not the first guests who've done that! It'll be pretty quiet anyway, until about five, so feel free!"

"Oh thanks!" Wetnylons smiled back and looked relieved. "I've only got work clothes with me, is that OK?"

The girl smiled again, "It's OK with me!" she said. "I'll just take your room number first, changing room's over there (she indicated vaguely across to the side) and you'll need a one-pound coin for a locker!"

"That's great! Thanks!" Wetnylons replied, "We'll drop our bag off first if that's OK! Can we come back in a few minutes?"

"Of course!"

"Thanks very much!"

"Enjoy your day!"

We sauntered back towards the main part of the hotel.

"Well done you!" I said, appreciatively. "You made that sound so easy!"

"It's no problem!" Wetnylons replied firmly. "Just ask nicely, say what you want and if people can say "Yes!" then they usually do! After all, we're the paying guests here!"

We found our rooms, just a few doors apart. I slipped into my trunks and put a white t-shirt on, to cover up on our way back to the pool. Ten minutes later there was a gentle tap on my door. Wetnylons had changed out of the leather trousers and top she had arrived in and was now wearing a plain, knee-length red skirt and a lighter blouse, a sort of deep orange colour. Both skirt and blouse seemed to be made of a cotton and polyester type material. She looked dressed for the office. She had stockings on too, nice peach colour with darker edging running down. She was carrying a long fluffy white bathrobe. I picked up the large towel from my room.

"I'm all ready!" she grinned. Mr Nylons said that he would spectate. He had his camera in his hand.

I had a lovely feeling of anticipation as we strolled back the way had just come. The pool reception was still quiet.

Both members of staff looked up and smiled at us. "Going for a swim now?" the girl asked, kindly.

Wetnylons laughed, "Well, I'm ready, this best I can do for a swimsuit today!"

"You'll be alright!" the girl said. We gave our details and room numbers.

I went straight through the male changing area and out to the pool, joining Mr Nylons. I dropped my towel on a seat beside him and slipped out of my t-shirt.

"Here she is!" Mr Nylons remarked as Wetnylons emerged from the lady's door. She had left her shoes, robe and handbag in a locker. Anyone would have thought that she was here to join Mr Nylons as just another spectator.

"Now then!" she looked at me slightly disapprovingly. Well, I am not a great sight in just my trunks. "I'm going in like this, my dear, so I think you should wear your t-shirt too! Come on, t-shirt on please!"

I grinned and did as she asked.

We wandered around the pool, stopping to look approvingly at the spa and through the glass doors into the empty sauna and steam rooms. "This is going to be fun!" Wetnylons giggled. No one seemed to be paying any particular attention to us.

"Come, let's get in!" Wetnylons' anticipation was genuine as we stepped back towards some steps at the shallow end. "You first!"

I bent down over the tiles and swished my hand into the pool. "It feels nice!" I remarked, sitting down on the edge. "It's lovely and warm!" Wetnylons smiled and waited.

"Come on then, in you go!"

I sat on the tiles, letting my feet dangle into the pool while Wetnylons crouched lower beside me.

"Go on then, get in!" she demanded again, smiling at me. I loved being told what to do. When I didn't comply immediately Wetnylons dropped onto her knees, dipped her hand down into the water and sent a wave of splashes over my chest. She did this again, twice.

I enjoyed the feeling of warm wetness and that of dribbles running down my shirt and trunks. "That's lovely!"

Then I quickly stood up and descended the four steps down into the comfortable embrace of the warm pool, finding that the shallow end reached just to my waist. Wetnylons continued to splash my t-shirt as it gripped against my chest. She dropped back into a sitting position with her feet on the tiles beside my head.

"You're asking for it!" I laughed and pushed a wall of water, with both hands, onto her skirt. Wetnylons gasped and giggled. So I did the same thing again. Her skirt was a patchwork of darker shades of red where various amounts from my splashes were sinking in. Her top was still quite dry.

"I don't mind, I'm coming in!" She held her hand out to me as she carefully dropped down the steps one by one, brushing her other hand down the side of her skirt, to hold it in place in the water.

We stood facing one another for several moments. A dark line across her tummy marked the extent to where the water had reached up to her top. Then she plunged her shoulders downwards. When she stood up again little of her blouse retained the original shade and it clung tightly to her body. Wetnylons looked just magnificent.

We spent five minutes gently traversing the pool. I loved the feeling when her clothes brushed against me and seeing the water gradually wetting the back of her hair.

Then we climbed out and entered the sauna. One of the older couples was there, sitting together on a warm wooden bench. We both sat opposite them, exchanging friendly "Hellos!" as I closed the door carefully behind me.

After a few seconds, the gentleman spoke," My wife believes," he began, turning to Wetnylons, "That you have arrived here today with no swimsuit, but you must have been determined still to come in for a dip!"

"That's about right!" she replied, charmingly.

"I wondered about this myself," he added mischievously, "And whether you just came in with your clothes on anyway!"

"Oh Herbert!" his wife reprimanded him. "What a thing to say!"

"There would have been nothing wrong with that!" I suggested, a little defensively. "Or," I added, sounding more confident, "My friend may be learning to be a lifeguard! You have to swim in all your gear to be a lifeguard, and you have to be able to make a float out of your top!"

"I'm not making a float out of this for anyone!" Wetnylons retorted quickly, "Or I'll be left in just my bra!" We all laughed.

We spent the next forty minutes alternating between the sauna, shower, pool, steam room, shower and spa. It was wonderful.

We never noticed Mr Nylons taking several very discreet photographs.

Then it was time to go. We thanked the staff on our way out. Wetnylons was completely covered with her robe and no one would have imagined then at all that her clothes were wet underneath.

Half an hour later we all arrived back at the main hotel reception, besides the bar and restaurant. Wetnylons' hair was still damp. "Did you manage a swim, then?" the receptionist smiled and looked interested.

"Oh yes!" Wetnylons exclaimed proudly. "In my worktop, my work skirt and nylons!"

"Well done!" the receptionist looked really interested. "We are only here to help!"

We had a grand evening. The food was good and the wine, beer and spirits ran freely. It was late when we all dragged ourselves off to bed. We said our farewells (for now) next morning over breakfast. I never did mention another quick swim first. But the day before had been just brilliant.