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Into the Pool Again
Story by MrWetShirtx
Posted 3/11/17     997 views
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Into the Pool Again.

Fiona woke up. She had dozed off, but only for half an hour or so. It was quarter to five, and it was still Saturday afternoon. She wrapped a towel around herself and slipped quietly out of bed. She sent Tony a text to say that she would be out tonight. He would still be at the pool, working on his reports, fighting to save its funding. Her cheating thus arranged, she may as well enjoy the hospitality of the hotel until morning! There was a fan heater in the room, but being summer time it was not plugged in. Fiona arranged the two chairs around it, and hung their tops and her shorts in front. She rinsed out her bikini and number two's trunks, and draped them over the corners of each chair. The wet clothes drifted back and forward slightly in in the warm airflow from the fan. Fiona opened the window half an inch. Then she studied the hotel's brochure again. The pool was open until 10pm, but there was no lifeguard on duty after five. The restaurant and bar were open until midnight. Number two stirred, he put his arm around her and slipped his hand under her towel. He wanted her again, fantasising over her wet t shirt and boobs. He came quickly. They both fell asleep after this, and peace of their room was disturbed only by the gentle whirl of the fan.

Fiona did not wake up again until after eight. She felt immediately refreshed by her sleep. The sun was low behind clouds and buildings and it was starting to get dark. Number two was still asleep. She got onto her feet and went over to the clothes by the fan. Number two's felt completely dry. Her t-shirt and shorts were dry in the middle, but damp around the sleeves and the seams. Her bikini was still damp. There was a half-size ironing board attached to the wall, which folded down, and a small iron was in a recess behind it. Fiona thought that a warm ironing would help dry off her kit. She took their things off the chairs and left her bikini in front of the fan by itself. She got herself dressed, and then ran the iron over her t-shirt and shorts. She did this several times, and each time the clothes felt drier and drier until the last bits of dampness were removed. Number two woke up. She smiled and she shared with him what she had in mind. "How about another dip in the pool before ten?" she asked. Then supper and a drink in the restaurant. They were both feeling hungry, but they decided to postpone food so that they could both get into the water again first. Number two got back into his clothes. They decided to have a walk around the hotel first. Fiona left her bikini by the fan, knowing that it should be completely dry in a few minutes.

There was little of interest to see in the hotel. The public places consisted only of the reception area together with an adjacent bar and restaurant. The pool in the basement was the only other feature. There were no grounds as such outside. This was just a place to eat and sleep after a working day. They came back inside and saw the other young couple looking at the menu. Fiona introduced them both properly. The girl was called Paula. "That lifeguard had it in for you!" she sympathised. "That hose must have felt cold!" "I didn't mind," said Fiona. "I was going to go in anyway after they'd finished playing." She explained that she had aired off their things. Did they fancy a quick dip before eating? Paula said that she had hung up their swimming things in the bathroom, and they should be more or less dry. Yes, they would love to join them!

The two couples found a staircase which also led down to the basement, and they all climbed down to see how busy it was. The pool area was deserted and the surface of the pool lay completely flat and undisturbed, sparkling with the reflection of the bright overhead lights. "That looks lovely," Paula said. They found two small communal changing areas, for males and females. Both simply had two short rows of wooden benches and pegs on the walls. "We could get changed down here," Number two observed. "Go on then," replied Fiona excitedly, "You go upstairs and bring our things. My shorts and t-shirt are on the ironing board and bring my bikini. Your things are on the bed!" She gave him the key. Paula and her boyfriend both disappeared upstairs too. Fiona stood in the quiet, looking out at the stillness of the water. She felt a sudden urge to wade in, just as she was in her skirt and blouse! But she waited for the others to return.
Number two burst in, and handed back Fiona the key, together with her neatly ironed outfit. Her bikini was dry again. "I'm getting changed," he said, and he went into the room next door and closed the door. Fiona went into the ladies changing room and started to undress, folding her clothes neatly on the bench beside her. A couple of minutes later the other couple both returned. The door opened a crack, and Paula asked if it was alright to come in. "Of course," replied Fiona. She was in just her knickers and she held her bikini bra in front of her. Fiona showed no embarrassment. Paula admired her bulging breasts which drooped slightly in front of her. "Do you want me to tie it?" asked Paula. "Oh yes please," said Fiona, "It's a bit fiddly!" Paula tied the two strings behind Fiona's neck while Fiona adjusted the cups, giving herself as much coverage as they offered. "That's cute and sexy!" remarked Paula,"And the fabric is so soft and lovely!" The two girls looked at each other and giggled. Fiona felt strangely stirred by Paula's attention. "Is yours dry? she asked. "More or less," Paula replied. "Just a touch damp."
"I like my things to be dry before I put them on!" Fiona whispered. "They feel nice and I like it when they get wet again!" The two girls caught each others' eyes and giggled again." Are you going in again with your t-shirt on?" Paula asked and Fiona confirmed that she was. "Oh good," Paula replied, "Me too! Look what I've got!" Paula unfolded her towel, and wrapped inside with her red bikini was a very short looking black skirt and a white blouse. The blouse was made of a very shiny, silky material and it had short sleeves. "I'd love to wear these in the pool!" Paula confided. "I brought them in case there was a night club or something here, but there's nothing like that. Only the pool!" Fiona shared a conspiratorial smile with Paula. "Great," she whispered. Then she told Paula how she went lifeguard training every week, and how she usually wore her best clothes for that too! "I'd love to come to that!" Paula replied, and Fiona explained that it was in the next town. She pulled off her knickers and stepped into her bikini pants.

Paula started to undress. She was taller and much slimmer than Fiona, who noticed how flat her tummy seemed, compared with her own, and how much more in proportion Paula's features appeared. Fiona slipped her t-shirt over her head, it felt lovely, crisp and fresh since it had been ironed. Fiona explained how she had started wearing a t-shirt, over her costume, because she was so conscious of her tummy, and the t-shirt seemed to hide it! Paula told Fiona that she should not worry. "Your boyfriend has no complaints!" she smiled. "And you're tits are much bigger than mine! I wouldn't even half fill your bikini! We have all got good features!" Fiona thought that Paula had some very sensible ideas. She pulled up her shorts. Paula stripped off all her clothes, without showing either any self-consciousness or desire to show off. Fiona found herself admiring Paula's nakedness, she tried to stop herself and she looked away. Paula pulled up her bikini bottoms and fastened her top, which was styled like a bra, with straps over her shoulders and across her back. "It's only a little bit damp," she said. She slipped into her blouse, and carefully did up the buttons. It just reached her red bottoms, which still showed slightly when she bent forward. The red outline of Paula's bikini top was visible through the blouse, especially the straps. Fiona brushed her fingers over the fine material. "That's so silky," she said. "It's going to look lovely when it's wet!" Paula fastened her black skirt. "Do it up quite tightly," Fiona advised, "Then it doesn't slip around in the water!" Paula giggled. "This is going to fun," she smiled. Her skirt just reached halfway down to her knees. The two girls put their hands on each other's shoulders.For a moment it looked as if they were going to kiss. "Come on, let's do this!" Paula said.

They opened the changing room door very slowly. There was no sign of anyone outside. They crept out and heard the sound of table tennis close by. There was another room past the male changing area. Fiona opened the door. Number two was in his white top and trunks, and Paula's boyfriend was in beach shorts. The room was barely bigger than the table tennis table which stood in the middle, and the boys were enjoying a vigorous game. "This must be what they call the leisure centre!" Fiona said. Paula's boyfriend gave her an odd look. "Are you going in like that?" he sounded quite puzzled. Fiona smiled and said, "We both are!" He turned to Number Two with a look as if to say, "They're crackers!" "Must be a girl thing!" He muttered, seeming to forget that number two had his shirt on too! "Hey, shut the door," Number two demanded, "The ball keeps going out!"

Fiona closed the door firmly. The pool was still completely flat, the surface shimmered without a ripple or any movement. It looked so inviting! "We can go in just ourselves," suggested Fiona. "Maybe this is a girl thing!" They tiptoed over to the shallow end. They knew that it was very shallow. Fiona climbed down the short ladder and Paula sat on the side and eased herself in. The water came up past their knees and just below their clothes. They held each other's hands and moved very slowly down the pool. Tiny waves reached out in front of them and bounced back off the sides. They could hear the tic tac tic tac of the ping pong ball, and then grunts and shouts through the door, as another great shot was celebrated. The water lapped up against their legs, creeping slightly higher as they went on. Paula's skirt reached lower down her legs than Fiona's shorts did on her, and so with the difference in their heights, the water came up to the level of both their outfits at just the same time. Paula let out a little breath and stood on her toes. "I'm going to get wet!" she said. She let go of Fiona's hand and she lifted up her skirt at both sides, delaying the inevitable moment when it was touched by the water.

They walked on another couple of yards, the water was halfway up Fiona's shorts. She ran her fingers around inside her waistband. "It's starting to come up to my bikini!" she announced excitedly. They were two-thirds of the way down the pool now, and after another couple of yards, they were almost within reach of the other end. Fiona could see a blue hue glowing through her shorts under the surface. The water reached her waistband and it was up to the top of Paula's skirt. Paula was holding her skirt up so high that Fiona could see the water against her bikini pants. Then she let it drop, it fell onto the surface, spreading out, but resisting the water and remaining dry on the outside. Fiona pushed it under with both hands, running her fingers down Paula's thighs. Paula let out a little purr of contentment. Hundreds of tiny bubbles rushed to the surface. Paula felt her skirt brushing against her skin and becoming heavier as it became waterlogged. They stepped over to the side, at the deep end, swishing their hands in the water. There was a little wetness on Fiona's t-shirt and on Paula's blouse, just where they were tucked into her shorts and her skirt.

"It's lovely and warm!" Fiona said. "I'm going to get my top wet!" They put both their hands together, standing facing each other. Fiona moved as if to dip herself under, but stopped and giggled. Then she did the same again. The wetness had spread an inch or so above her shorts, on her tummy. "You're going to have to help me!" she said. Paula put one arm behind Fiona's back and the other on her bum. "Just let yourself fall back," she suggested, gently supporting her as Fiona let her take her weight. Fiona bent her knees and let her back slip into the water. Her feet left the bottom of the pool. Paula felt the back of Fiona's t-shirt getting wet. She spread out her hand across Fiona's back, her fingers rolling over the bikini clip under the middle under her shirt. The water edged gently over Fiona's tummy, then she paused before letting her slip further in, submerging her breasts and up to her neck. Then Fiona put her feet down on the bottom and recovered to a standing position. Water rushed down her front and her t-shirt clung tightly to her. Her bikini top was almost as clear to see through the t-shirt as if she was not wearing it at all. The t-shirt clung to her cleavage and white boobs showed above where the bikini ended. "Thanks, that feels so lovely!" said Fiona. "You've got a great figure," Paula admired her.

"Your turn now!" Fiona smiled. "My top!" Paula said. "Wet it for me!" Fiona ran her wet hand down Paula's back. "I'll wet it for you!" she replied. Fiona put her hand in the pool and gently ran a handful of water up Paula's back. It quickly soaked into the blouse, and she did this again and again. The blouse clung to Paula and her bikini straps were very clear. Fiona had her other hand on Paula's tummy. She continued to scoop water all over Paula's back, up to her shoulders. The blouse glistened and shone under the lights. Paula looked a little anxiously at the games room door, but the sounds of play continued. "My bikini," she said. "Wet my bikini!" Fiona changed her arms around to hold Paula's back, feeling the wet material under her fingers. Then with the other hand, she started to run water over Paula's tummy. She worked her way from one side to the other and then higher up, dropping water over Paula's breasts. The blouse became wet and clung to her bikini. Fiona carried on, and Paula felt the wetness soak through to her breasts. She moved forward deliberately so that Fiona's hand caught her and brushed against her. Fiona spread out her fingers out over Paula's boobs, feeling the seems of both bikini and blouse and buttons of her blouse. Fiona dropped more water down her neck and over her shoulders and then ran both her hands firmly down Paula's sides. Paula was breathing heavily. "That is so nice," she said. They had both just experienced a tenderness of girly affection for each other that felt something like love.

They both stood by the side and dipped themselves into the pool, up to their shoulders. The games door opened and the lads appeared. Number two laughed when he saw them both in the pool. Paula's boyfriend looked shocked. "We're two love goddesses, and we need to be loved!" Fiona purred. Paula's boyfriend composed himself, and he replied, "We're just two sweaty boys and we need a shower!" There was yet another room past the table tennis room, which was the shower room. The two boys headed for it, and Fiona and Paula climbed out of the pool and followed them. There were four showers, side by side. Three of them were labelled hot, and one cold. The two boys stood under hot showers and pressed the buttons. Number two still had his shirt on. "If you want to be loved, then get that kit off!" Paula's boyfriend said to her. He undid her skirt and then unbuttoned her blouse, peeling it off and dropping her wet clothes onto the floor. He then embraced her, pulling her tightly against his chest, and kissing her. Fiona pulled her shorts down and dragged her t-shirt up and over her head. Number two looked longingly at her breasts and stroked his hands over her shoulders. Both couples kissed passionately, Number two could feel Fiona's nipples pressing against him through her bikini top. He took his shirt off. There were soap dispensers beside the showers, and the boys both filled their hands with gel and then rubbed it over their girlfriends' shoulders and backs. Soapy bubbles ran down both their bikinis. They all rinsed off under the showers.

They separated into the two changing areas, but this time left the doors open. They changed into their ordinary clothes. Fiona wrung the water out of all their wet things, and then they all got together into the lift. They parted as they went off to their respective rooms, and Fiona and Paula shared a special smile. Fiona was imagining what it might have been like if just her and Paula had showered together. They had both enjoyed their wet experience immensely, and Fiona knew that this was a real girl that she wanted to know more about. She hung their wet things up again and switched on the fan. Then they both went back down to meet their new friends again for supper.
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