Fiona was glad that this was the last lap. She had passed the back of the
park for the final time and soon she would be able sit down and rest. After
all it was only that very morning that she changed her mind and entered
the fun run, but after all she had not found it to be as hard as she feared.
Fiona's friends Tracy and Anne had been planning to enter for months, and
they usually invited Fiona to join them for their training runs around
the park. But they seemed to take to the activity so much more easily than
she did, and after one lap Fiona could barely manage to jog any further at
all. She did not like to think that she was holding the others back, so
Fiona often left them to carry on by themselves. Then more and more she made an excuse
not to come and gradually the fun run event went further out of her
thoughts.

Besides it had been so cold and wintry all through May. Tracy and Anne did not seem to mind at all about the weather. One Sunday morning it was raining hard, it was heavy driving rain which carried on all morning. Tracy and Anne still went to the park for their training run, wearing leggings and rain tops which quickly became soaked, glistening and shiny as the big rain drops bounced off. Fiona did not join them at all that day, but as she watched from the tea room she thought that both her friends seemed perfectly happy to be getting completely soaked through to the skin. Fiona usually felt
cold around the park, especially when she got too tired to run properly.
So she usually wrapped up in a baggy fleece top and jacket, as well as her jogging
trousers, and she never really felt it was her thing.

The morning of the fun run event was different. The sun shone brightly
and it looked like being the first warm day of the year. Tracy phoned early.
She sounded excited. There would be hundreds of people there, she said,
and lots of them would not be very good at running. And it was for a good
cause. And it was such a nice day. And it would be fun! At first Fiona said
that she would come along to watch her friends take part, but as Tracy
insisted and Fiona looked outside at the sunshine, she finally said that
she would do the run as well.

She may as well try it just to please them! And she could wear her new
shorts! Fiona didn't often show her legs or indeed much of her slightly
chubby body in public, for example she rarely went swimming with her
friends. When she did she made quickly into the water and kept her shoulders
under the surface as much of the time as she could. But today Fiona liked
the thought of the warm sunshine and her summer clothes.
A few weeks ago Fiona had visited a ladieswear fitters and had a bra
made to measure. It was plain and white but felt much better when she tried
to run. She changed into this together with a brand new white tee shirt.
Her shirt was a bit big for her, but she liked it because it seemed to hide
her shape. Then Fiona put on her bright pink shorts and tied them up tight.
They were wide and roomy and the material was soft like cotton. It was
nice against her skin. She tucked her tee shirt into her shorts and felt
pleased with herself.

Tracy had been right! Fiona had never seen so many people in the park and
they were all shapes and sizes, young and old. Everyone was very friendly
and seemed keen to talk about the event, as it seemed that many of them
were entering a run for the first time. Fiona lost sight of her friends,
but was soon talking happily to those who kept to the back of everyone
else getting ready for the start.

The run was five kilometres', which was about two and a half times around
the park. The start was at the back behind some trees, and after two
complete circuits the runners went through the formal gardens a third time
before finishing near the main gates. The runners soon spread out after
the start and Fiona found herself running alone. The first lap was okay,
but soon afterwards she was feeling tired and moving slowly. But lots of
other people had started to walk and Fiona was not the last. She moved
aside to let the quicker runners past towards the finish and said "hi"
when Tracy and Anne went by. At least it was warm today! Fiona liked
the feel of the sunshine even though her legs and arms seemed to be as
white as her tee shirt.

But Fiona was glad that this was the last lap and the banks of flowers and
benches came into view. At the start of the formal gardens a water station
had been set up. This was a couple of tables set alongside the path where
a line of boys from the Scouts stood, and offered paper cups of water to the
runners as they went passed. Fiona had not paid any attention to them
before because she was not thirsty. But as they came into view this time
shouts and squeals could be heard and Fiona could see little sprays of water in
the air. She realised that the boys were throwing the water over the
runners as they went by! The path was wet and there were cups lying everywhere.
Several large puddles were beginning to form around the tables. A long hose was running over the grass from a nearby clubhouse, and one older scout was filling a large plastic barrel from the hose. There were a row of large white jugs on each table, which the younger scouts were using to fill their cups.

There was a small group of runners about forty yards ahead of her at this point, and Fiona watched as three of them ran quickly passed the tables, but two others stopped beside them. No-one threw any water at the ones who hurried away, but as soon as the other two stopped moving, half a dozen cups of water were aimed at them. One girl was wearing dark leggings and a pink tee shirt, the other had a red lycra vest and matching shorts. The tee shirt immediately showed several dark marks where the water hit her. The scouts dipped their cups back into the jugs behind them, and the two girls stood still. They seemed to be deliberately letting the boys throw cupful after cupful over them, as the scouts hurriedly filled their cups again and again. Fiona could hear them all laughing. The red vest was clearly getting wet and the material was shiny, but it was not at all see through. The outline of the girl's bra straps were visible at the back. The girl in the tee shirt was stepping backwards and she seemed to want linger behind to get even wetter. Fiona could see her shirt clinging to her body and water dripping from her. Her leggings looked wet down to about her knees.
Fiona suddenly felt excited. She felt hot and her skin was tingling from the sun. She wondered what the cold water would feel like if the boys threw it over her. She liked the feel of her shirt brushing against her and wouldn't it be great to get it wet! It didn't seem silly at all, it seemed fun. Fiona walked up to the tables. The girls in front were both now moving away at last. They must have each had at least thirty cupfuls over them! The lads had all turned aside to fill more, there were about six of them, standing in two rows on each side of the path, in front of the tables. The runners passed in between them, down the middle of the path. The big plastic barrel was now over flowing, adding to the wetness on the path.The older scout stopped filling it, and swept the hose over the path in front of Fiona, using the power of the water to wash some of the empty cups to the sides. Fiona imagined that the water would run all down herself and her heart pounded when she thought how would she feel if she was wet! One scout offered her a cup with outstretched hand. Fiona stopped and took the drink, and stood awkwardly for several seconds while she sipped. It tasted fresh and it was very cold. She glanced down at her clothes, and picked at the waist band of her shorts. The water from the hose washed up against her feet, and Fiona felt cold splashes on her ankles. She smiled and stepped back, The lad with the hose was called Tony, and he was 18. He glanced admiringly at Fiona's t shirt brushing against her profile, and imagined the shape of her body underneath.

"Do you want to get wet, miss!" a young voice pitched up. Two rows of little faces looked expectantly at her. They were very polite, Fiona thought. They waited for her to give permission before thy threw any water at all! Fiona decided that she may as well reply truthfully, she laughed and said "Yes please!" and then she shut her eyes. She heard the swish of the water from the hose on the path coming closer to her again, as a cold wave crept over her shoes and soaked into her socks. She opened her eyes and there older scout with the hose, right in front of her! He had adjusted the nozzle, reducing the flow to a gentler amount, splashing onto the path next to her. "She's going to get it!" A little voice shouted in excitement. "She's going to get the hose all over her!" Tony and Fiona looked at each other, Tony smiled and Fiona looked startled, but she started to laugh and then nervously said "Go on then!". Tony took his chance. Fiona instinctively turned aside. She felt the hose water hit her back, it felt like someone running their finger firmly against her. Then she felt coldness as her tee shirt gripped against her, then a sharp freezing pain as the water reached through to her skin. Fiona let out a loud gasp, "It's cold!" She squealed, but she didn't try to move out of the way. She felt it move around her back, up and down from her waist band to each shoulder several times. She felt the water run over and inside her shorts and then trickle down her legs. The water then splashed her bum, making a splattering sound on her shorts. Her pants were getting drenched. One of her sleeves was wet too. She was aware that the little faces watching her looked shocked. Tony turned the hose away and noticed how the back of her t shirt continued to cling to Fiona's skin, now held tightly in place by the wetness. It had become semi-transparent, and the straps of Fiona bra, across her back, and up to each shoulder, showed clearly. Fiona turned around and looked at Tony, with excitement in her eyes.
"That is lovely!" Fiona couldn't help herself. She was laughing. "Do you
want some more?", the lad was grinning as he fiddled with the hose.
"All over me please!" she replied and this time Fiona decided not to turn away. She really wanted to get wet. The lad twisted the nozzle again, so the water formed a spray, and he reduced the pressure again, so that the spray only reached out a few feet in front. He didn't want to hurt the lovely girl in front of him! He just wanted to get her wet! He directed the spray at Fiona, as she smiled at him. Fiona lifted her hands up and put them over her boobs. The water soaked her t shirt in few seconds, and Fiona could feel her hands getting wet. She put them down at her side. Fiona had not imagined that she would get wet so wet so quickly. Tony tried not to squirt it right at her front, but he played the hose around her, making sure especially that both her shoulders and sleeves were covered. The water ran down her chest and Fiona could feel her breasts clinging to her bra. Tony could see the outline of her bra very clearly. Her nipples stood out. She felt the water flowing out of every seem of her shorts.

"You look lovely!" the lad said, he was grinning. A jug was in his hand now and it was full. He put the hose down and stepped close to Fiona.. She guessed what he was going to do. "Yes please!!" she managed to say. Again she did not turn away but stayed still beside the Scout.
He lifted the jug over her head and slowly emptied the couple of pints of water over Fiona's hair. She squealed, her hair was immediately soaking and the water poured out over her shoulders and onto the path. Fiona could not have been any wetter if she had stood under a shower. The water ran down her front and her back and poured out of all the seems of her shorts. The outline of her pants was showing through her shorts. "Thanks," said Fiona, and set off walking for the finish, her clothes flapping around her and and leaving a wet trail on the ground.
Fiona was glad that this was the last lap and she would soon be finished.
She was glad that she had got wet and she felt really daring. She thought
that one Scout was glad that both of them came along today too.