Kerrys holiday


After I split with hannah I ended up getting in touch with kerry again who had given me a very memorable wet birthday when I was at university (mwh7). She was now living down in Cornwall with her mum and I had arranged to go down there for a very show in the campervan, she was then going to come and spend a week at mine looking for jobs in the local area.
So unusually for once we had a sunny bank holiday weekend as I drove down to Cornwall to pick kerry up from her mums flat. After a chat with her mum we headed off to the show which was only a few miles up the road and set up with some friends there. The show was a great success loads of bands and a lot of nice old vws for me and a couple of my mates to poke around.

we set off early on the bank holiday Monday to make a day of it and if we could to avoid some of traffic. I had decided to go on a bit of a cross country route via tarr steps where we could have a picnic and possibly cool off. We managed to avoid a lot of the traffic and after a brief stop in Exeter we made it to tarr steps and wandered down from the car park for a well earned cream tea.

We took a little walk up to the picnic spot where I had been with hannah for our first date, unfortunately the rope swing was no longer there to play on. kerry was wearing flip flops, some black leggings and a simple thin flowery top that came down to just below her bum. I Was in my usual cargo shorts, flip flops and an orange t shirt.

We sat and enjoyed the sunshine and people watched, after about an hour I was getting bit warm so just pulled my shirt off and went for a quick swim, the water was cool and refreshing as is came up my legs and over my waist soaking my shorts and boxers. I couldn't tempt kerry into a swim, she was feeling a little self conscious with so many people about. I sat and dried off in the sun as we talked about what sort of jobs she was going to look for and what we could do in the evenings.
Gradually people started to drift off back to the car park, I decided to have one last dip before we did the same. As I swam back from the other side the river kerry was very carefully paddling at the edge just wetting the bottom few inches of her leggings, I kept quiet and just swam around watching as she went a little deeper bit by bit. She lifted her top so that it's was held above her tummy so that it didn't get wet as the water crept higher and higher, she let out a small gasp as the cool water reached her knickers and wet her crotch, she stopped as the water came over the top of her legging and just waded at that depth for a little while. As she waded back to the shore her leggings appeared bit by bit shiny and clinging to her bum showing the outline of her knickers against the tight fabric. She turned round as I swam up behind her and gave a her bum a squeeze through the wet leggings, gathering our things we headed back to the van and back to my house.

The following day I came home to find kerry waiting for me, she was barefoot in a white skirt and the same flowery top and there was the smell of curry coming from the slow cooker. As I went upstairs to grab a shower kerry followed me upstairs talking as I turned the shower on and started to undress. As removed my trousers leaving me in just a pair of blue boxers she turned to go back downstairs. I seized my opportunity and catching her by the waist I dragged her into the shower with me, she squealed in surprise at the sudden action but laughed as the water poured over us.

I began to kiss her as we got wetter and her top stated to cling to her patterned bra and her white skirt went translucent as it clung to her legs showing off a blue lacy pair of matching French knickers. My hands were all over her wet clothes and hers were all over my wet boxers which were doing very little to hide my obvious reaction to her soaked state. I peeled her top off over her head and allowed her skirt to drop to the bottom of the bath with a splat. The kissing got more passionate and with the water pouring down on us kerry lay back in the bath as I removed my boxers and after pulling her knickers to one side slid myself into her. The way kerry was gasping and panting showed me she was enjoying this as much as I was despite the crampt conditions and she let out a squeak as I felt her tighten around me, this took me over the edge too. After we recovered and cleaned up wrapped just in towels we headed back down to enjoy our curry and a night infront the TV.

Towards the end of the week I took an afternoon off so that we could head down to Weymouth for a wander around. Kerry was dressed in a long summery cotton skirt and light green fitted t shirt, I was in jeans and a polo shirt, we both took a hoody down with us as we were planning to stay into the evening to watch the firework display. We had a nice relaxing afternoon wandering along the beach and around the town and enjoying an ice-cream.

As we sat on a quiet part of the pebble beach up and away from the town we watched a female runner appear down the beach from the promenade above. Without missing a beat she ran into the water still in her shoes, running shorts and running vest and relaxed into the water. After a couple minutes she waded back into the beach her yellow running vest showing off the black sports bra beneath and her nylon shorts clinging to her legs. She crouched to tie one of her laces that had come undone and then with a cheeky wave headed back up the beach to continue her run.

That stirred us into action, "right I'm going for a dip" I said standing up "you coming in?" kerry was hesitant as we were going to stay for another couple hours to see the fire works. we agreed good option as we had no towel or swimsuits would be to swim in underwear and t shirts, then could have hoody and dry bottoms for after we had used the picnic blanket to dry ourselves.

So we stripped off and headed for the water, I was straight in diving under a wave and coming up with my t shirt plastered to my chest. Kerry followed wading in until the water was over her light green girl boxers, it was as the next wave caught her that I realised something. The wave was a bit bigger and splashed right up her t shirt soaking her to her shoulders and there for me to clearly be able to see were kerrys breasts showing through the thin t shirt. She shrieked and her hands immediately tried to cover her ample tits.

After she got over the initial shock and realised the only one who could see was me she calmed down and started to enjoy herself playing in the waist deep water. There were people walking past on the promenade but know one paid us any attention until we noticed someone sat a short way along from our clothes.

We waded back in to get dried with kerry carefully trying to cover her modesty, being the gentleman I let kerry have the blanket first and I sat down on the stones to wait for her to change. As I pulled my t shirt off and started to wring the water out the woman sat nearby wandered over, it was the runner from earlier. She was dry now dressed in jeans and vest top but her hair was clearly still damp,

"I see you couldn't resist a swim either" she said.

We chatted some more then she talked to kerry while I dried off and pulled my jeans and hoody on with nothing underneath. It felt a bit strange but I did like the idea of kirsty walking around with no knickers on under her skirt for the rest of the evening. We said goodbye to the runner and wandered up towards the prom to go for some food and to find somewhere to watch the fireworks. Kerry seemed to enjoy wearing no knickers and the extra breeze, she had kept her bra dry earlier so that she didn't flop around too much

Later that evening we saw our runner again, as we walked back to the car we saw her coming up the beach dripping wet with her arm around a bloke also in jeans and t shirt, also dripping wet. Turned out they had swum out to one of the rafts to watch the fireworks, I couldn't convince kerry back in the water again though.

that was the last time kerry and I got wet together, she ended up moving to Plymouth where she met someone and had a baby. Sometimes things just aren't meant to be