Katie Soaks her Best Dress. The Spectators' view.

Hillview Holiday Park was never full in the early summer, but these off-peak weeks attracted a wide variety of visitors. Many of the owners spent prolonged periods on-site, as if they were rediscovering the joys of their caravans and chalets after the long winter. The Park advertised mid-week and weekend breaks at heavily discounted prices. Mr and Mrs Robinson were typical patrons, living locally they had always known of the site, and had often thought of visiting. They had once attended "Open Day," An advert for a three-night midweek break for under a hundred dollars did it for them.

This was good business for the Park too. The typical guest would spend about double that amount during their stay, in the restaurant, the gift shop, the bar and even a few dollars entry to the pool. Market research suggested that the bigger the discount offered at booking, the freer the guests were with their cash.

So it was with Mr and Mrs Robinson, or Jim and Dorothea, as they were known to their friends. This was the first summer of their retirement, and their spirits were high. Rather than cook in their caravan, they took three meals daily in the restaurant and spent most of the time in between either walking on the grounds or sitting in the bar.

On their first evening, Jim and Dorothea decided on a relaxing swim before a late dinner, arriving at the pool at quarter to eight. Katie was on duty. Jim was struck immediately by her friendly welcome, "Good evening!" Katie beamed at them both, "It's nice and quiet just now and we're open until half-past eight!"

Jim smiled back as he discreetly admired this friendly young lady. Katie's face was bright red. She was warm; it was especially warm inside the building as the heating had not yet been switched off for the summer. Katie's thick light brown hair cascaded back over her collar. Her bright yellow top caught Jim's eye. The words "Hillview Holiday Park", in bright red, were wrapped around the shape of Katie's chest and stood out as if in welcome. "She has a lovely figure!"Jim thought to himself, within the privacy of his own imagination, not knowing that it was Katie's black bikini top which pronounced her shape.

Katie passed over his change, and as they both entered passed reception Jim noticed Katie's bright red gym skirt. Neatly ironed folds reached down to just above her knees, giving way to her bare legs, white ankle socks and trainers. Katie pointed the way to the changing area, "You'll need a dollar piece for the locker!"

Jim changed quickly. He had secretly been looking forward to trying out his new trunks! Isn't it funny how the older you get, the more likely you are to wear skimpy trunks? Young, fit men usually turn out in big baggy shorts! Not Jim! His trunks were cut high and tied tightly over a discernible bulge. Mrs Robinson's outfit was far more modest. A generous flowery one piece which, it is not too unkind to say, would not have drawn much attention to her.

"Oh, Jim!"Dorothea muttered, "Those trunks look awful!" She did not realise how, in the confined space, her words echoed down passed the lockers and reached the ears of Katie.

"They're just the thing for me!" Jim replied, defending his attire.

Dorothea walked determinedly towards the steps. Jim followed her, a few paces behind. As they came into view, Katie's eyes momentarily flicked over Jim's trunks. The twinkle in them caught his glance, and Jim almost thought he heard her mouth, "Nice trunks!" Then again, that was probably just in his imagination.

Jim and Dorothea swam gentle widths. There was one other middle-aged couple in the pool. Gradually, the two men found themselves together on one side of the pool, with their wives together on the other.

"Nice young lady, that!" Jim mumbled to his companion.

"Oh, that's Katie!" the other replied. This couple were owners and regular users of the pool.
"Katie has just taken over running this place, and I think she will do well!"

Now that closing time was approaching, Katie had moved away from reception and was passing the time strolling from one side of the shallow end to the other, exchanging a few words with each pair of bathers before turning around. As she passed the steps, Katie would plant one foot at the base of the rail and swing herself around, with one hand on the rail while she rotated around the outside corner of the pool, stopping herself from swinging right around and over the water.

"You'd better not slip off the rail!"Jim chuckled at her, "Or you'll end up in the pool!"

"Oh, I'd love that!" Katie squealed in reply, "It's so warm in here, I'd just love to fall in the pool!"

Both men laughed. "Katie's always getting in the pool!" the man explained to Jim.

Katie smiled back, and as if to tempt fate she swung around the rail almost a full circle, hanging precariously over the steps for a few moments before she pulled herself back. Jim glanced at her, imaging Katie's chubby thighs and wondering if she would really let herself fall in.

"I'd like to see your hand slip off the rail!" Jim chuckled.

Katie giggled back at him, "Very easily!" she laughed.

"You wouldn't dare!"

Kate pretended to look hurt. "Oh yes, I would!" she replied defiantly, as she bent down and untied her trainers, stepping out of them before peeling off her socks one by one.

"I was only joking!" Jim sounded suddenly alarmed.

"But I'm too warm!" Katie giggled again, as if searching for a sensible reason why she should suddenly take a dip.

She stepped back around the corner of the pool and now it was a bare foot which she planted against the rail. Katie grabbed the top of the rail, which descended down the steps into the water, and swung around nearly one hundred and eighty degrees until she was at the top of the steps and facing the pool. She lifted her hand off the rail and her momentum carried her forward, Katie jumped onto the top step and in one movement surged forward, landing with a huge splash in the water.

Jim watched with astonishment as Katie quickly surfaced, turned around and stood up, still giggling. Her yellow top clung tightly to her and a vague black outline was visible under the red lettering. Katie swept back her hair and climbed back up the steps, her skirt scattering a trail of water behind her.

"Now, never ever do that, because it's dangerous!" She said. "But it feels lovely"

Dorothea gave Katie a puzzled look.

Jim and Dorothea went back to the pool a couple of times over the next two days, but they didn't see Katie again. Jim was a little disappointed.

On their last morning, Jim said that he fancied having a quick swim. Dorothea was packing, so Jim left her to it and headed for the pool by himself.

Jim arrived at the pool at quarter past nine. A young boy and girl, both looking a little unsure of themselves, were behind the reception desk. Then Jim saw Katie. She was sitting further behind at a computer. When Jim saw what Katie was wearing, he had to stop himself from gasping out loud. Katie was wearing a cream-coloured frock. Her bare shoulders caught Jim's eye. The frock clung reluctantly over Katie's generous front, held in place, it seemed, by two fragile-looking straps which cut into her shoulders. The frock seemed to shine under the bright lighting and Katie's legs cut two oblique lines downwards.

"Your dress looks lovely!" Jim found himself saying.

"Oh, thanks!" Katie gave him another of her smiles that made Jim think that Katie was smiling just for him.

"I'm doing a collection for charity later this morning! If you want to donate, then at twelve-o-clock I'm going to jump in the pool in my dress!"

Jim was speechless. He stood, spending a few moments to take this in. The thought, the other night, of Katie getting wet in her yellow top and red skirt had been exciting. But the very real prospect of Katie getting soaked in this fabulous dress, well this was unbelievable! Within moments Jim had revised his departure plans. Come what may, he was going to be here at twelve noon!

"That's a brilliant idea!" Jim found himself saying. "I'd love to see you do that!"

Katie glowed with pleasure, "Of course," she replied, "Have your swim and come back for twelve if you like!"

Jim paused, feeling the warmth of Katie's smile, almost as if they were sharing a special anticipation. "Can I come back for twelve?" Jim's question was tentative.

Katie dissolved into bubbles of laughter, "Oh yes, please!" she squealed, "I need some spectators!" Jim felt the glow of Katie's cheeks and the sparkle in her eyes. He dropped ten dollars into the collecting tin.

"I'll come back, then!" he managed to reply.

Back at the caravan, Jim explained to his wife that there was a charity event in the pool at twelve, and they could check out before this time and leave the site afterward. Dorothea seemed doubtful but aligned herself with his plan.

So, at 11-30, having checked out, Jim parked his car outside the pool. They both went in.
Katie was looking even more excited than before. Jim paid for two swims. "The lady in the dress, she's going to jump into the pool!" Jim explained to his wife.

Dorothea looked less than impressed.

They both changed and swam several gentle widths. Dorothea was beginning to wonder if this whole charity event idea was a figment of her husband's middle aged-imagination.

At two minutes to twelve, a fragrant-looking Katie walked out from reception through to the changing area. She reappeared moments later, minus her shoes and socks! Jim caught his breath! This was for real!

Kim and Dorothea had climbed out of the pool now and were sitting around the shallow end opposite to the steps with the other bathers, four on one side of the corner and four on the other.

A line of spectators, both staff and public, lined the shallow end.

The pool was empty of people now; the surface was flat and broken only by ripples spreading out from feet splashing in the corner.

Every eye followed Katie as she folded her towel neatly over the handrail by the steps. There was no backing out now!

She looked all along the line of faces. "Thanks, everyone for your donations!" she announced, "You all raised forty dollars, which is fantastic for a spur-of-the-moment thing! The money will be really appreciated by the charity! Now, I promised to go in the pool at twelve! The only problem is, I've got my best frock on!"

This was met with giggles, chuckling and some sympathy from the ladies, "You do look lovely Katie! It is a gorgeous dress! You poor thing, poor girl!" but countered by the gents, who clearly shared less concern for the well-being of Katie's attire, "Go on, Katie! You can do it, Katie!" and simply, "Get in, Katie!"

Katie, of course, had not the slightest intention of letting her audience down. She was going to tease them a bit first! She stooped down beside the steps and shook her hand in the water, "Oh my goodness!" she exclaimed with a furrowed brow, standing up again and straightening her dress with her dry hand. It was as if it had just dawned upon her that the pool was actually full of water.

"It seems awfully full in there today!" she announced, with a perplexed look on her face.

Someone laughed, "Did you think the pool was empty then, Katie? That's a good one!" there was a ripple of amusement.

"There's an idea!" Katie replied brightly, "I could jump into the pool next time it's been emptied!"

Jim suddenly felt an empty feeling of disappointment. "You said that you were going to jump in at twelve o clock! We heard you say that! And you must have known that the pool is full of water!"

Katie smiled broadly and pointed at Jim, "Come on," she laughed, "Does anyone really think I am going to quit doing this? After you've all kindly given donations?"

Everyone else there all knew Katie and they all knew that she was always going in the water. Most of them had seen her swimming from time to time or with her kit wet on afterward. Some of them had been at "Open Day" last year, and they had all seen the picture in the paper when she had got wet at her leaving do.

"NO!" they all chorused.

"Here goes then!" Katie suddenly swung around on the rail and jumped onto the wide steps. The water splashed over her ankles and her dress swayed in anticipation.

The buzz of chatter was replaced by a gasp of appreciation as she climbed a step-down, holding both sides of her dress in place. The water reached to just below her knees, with her dress barely above the surface. Little ripples spread from the steps, as if the warm inviting pool was about to surrender its virginity.

Wetness surged up to Katie's thighs as she descended another step. Her dress tried to rise up her legs as if it was fighting to stay dry. Katie pushed the sides down into the wetness, before dropping onto the floor of the pool. She waded across, next to the tiles and beside the line of people, giving them all a perfect view as the boundary of wetness circled around her tummy and back. This felt fantastic, every bit as good as she'd imagined!

"Right in" someone encouraged, as Katie arrived at the far corner.

She smiled and laughed in reply, feeling the straps pulling on her shoulders as the front of the dress was drawn downwards. "This is fun!" her voice squeaked.

"I knew that you'd planned to do this!" Jim shouted in excitement "I knew that you were going to get in!"

Katie arrived at the far corner, between the groups of swimmers sitting on the side. She turned completely around, giving everyone a perfect view of her dress, still dry from her tummy upwards, with the band of wetness oscillating an inch or two above the surface. The dress tried to float around Katie's legs like a delicate sea plant stretched out in the current.
Jim reached down and sprinkled water over her, and then several more joined in, gently splashing Katie all over her back, shoulders, and chest. Katie responded by drawing in closer to the side, giving everyone the best opportunity to wet her.

Wet blotches appeared all over the top of her dress, quickly joining together as the material started to cling and turn even shinier, like a high gloss finish. Then Jim splashed Katie's hair; it was lovely how the strands clumped together, it flattened as dribbles poured from the ends. Katie ran her fingers through it and brushed it aside as Jim made it wetter and wetter.

Then Katie ducked right under. She came up and steadied herself, slowly turning to give everyone a look. Her boobs were sticking through so prominently. Katie was wearing a cream-coloured bikini underneath her dress, but without the neck strap. The bandeau top was holding in place, but only just. The outline of it barely showed because it blended against her. It was as if Katie had no bra on at all. The top of her dress seemed to be sucked into her cleavage like something being drawn down a plughole. The material gripped her breasts; the tops of them were two perfect white orbs, glowing through the shiny cream colour around them.

Now the bandeau top had slipped a fraction, but Katie dared not pull at it, for fear of drawing even more attention to her voluminous charms. Not that anyone could miss them. And if she did try to hitch up her bandeau, she might fail to grip the hem and it might just break free altogether.

Jim earned himself a sharp poke from his wife. He was showing just a bit too much enthusiasm. Katie didn't notice this.

She waded back, retracing her way towards the steps, stopping to dunk herself under again. The dress could not have been any clingier. AS Katie climbed up the steps, the fabric stuck to her like a piece of clear polythene, enhancing the shape of her legs and body. She looked like a goddess. Her bikini just about preserved her decency.

Katie wrapped her towel around. "Thanks, everyone, for your support!" she said, warmly. There was a round of applause and then everyone dispersed. Show over. But those who knew Katie best had grounds to hope that there would be more fun, sooner or later!

Jim and Dorothea headed back to change. It had been well worth delaying their departure. Well, for Jim it was, anyway.