It was a week after the fun run. Fiona had enjoyed herself a lot, and as she thought back over the events of the previous Sunday Fiona felt thrilled that she had dared to get so wet at the end of the event. There was something about the experience that excited her, perhaps it was just that when you are dressed in normal clothes, even running clothes, you are not really supposed to get really wet. Then again, she wasn't the only one who did and that was a reassurance to her that her fun was not really so unusual at all.

The next Sunday just happened to be Fiona's birthday. She was aged 20. Fiona was quite glad that she was not 21 just yet, because 21st birthdays were supposed to be big events with the expectations of parties and lots of friends. Fiona didn't think she had a lot of friends and she preferred not to think of letting anyone down. On her birthday Tracy phoned Fiona early on. She said she was coming round, and gave her friend a small parcel as a gift. Fiona was delighted until she opened the present and found it to be a tiny bikini! It was pale blue but looked very brief. It was made of a soft fabric, partly cotton. At least it would feel comfortable. Fiona thought that the material looked as though it would go a much darker colour when it got wet.

When I am ever going to wear this? she asked. Tracy said that Fiona had looked so wet at the end of the fun run, that she thought the only thing to do was to get her something that she could get wet properly in. You looked like you had got completely drenched! Tracy said. It was the Scouts, Fiona replied, They soaked me as I went passed at the end!
You must have let them! Tracy said. I've never seen anyone look so wet!

The warm weather had continued all week and Fiona agreed to join her friends at an afternoon out at the Lido. The pool had been quiet during the cooler weather but was likely to be busy that day as the warm sunshine made the idea of a cold water dip more agreeable. Tracy and Anne would be both in their elements, both liked to wear skimpy bikini's and both looked forward to being the objects of much attention from the young males of the community. Fiona packed her towel and her new bikini somewhat reluctantly, and then reassured herself by adding to her bag her new t shirt and shorts which she had not worn since the previous weekend. She dreaded the thought of coming out of the changing area in just that tiny bikini and it felt much better to have something to cover up with.

Fiona had doubts immediately that this was what she wanted to do. She got changed slowly and did't look forward to joining her friends. The bikini seemed to get smaller when she put it on, her white breasts were half covered and her tummy seemed to look larger than ever. The
bottom half only seemed to start somewhere a long way down past her belly button and disappeared away at the sides! Fiona felt too big for it. She wished it was three sizes larger. But it did feel nice and soft and Fiona felt quite excited when she imagined it wet and clinging to her. The outline of her nipples were clearly visible, and they were barely covered anyway by the top.y dry. She put on her t shirt and shorts and definitely felt better. Finally she entered the poolside.

Sure enough Tracy and Anne were enjoying the company, and they both seemed to be the focus of activity at the other side of the pool. Fiona went slowly up the opposite end, the shallow end, and sat down at the edge of the water. Suddenly she felt she felt that she was happy again, it was lovely to dangle her feet into the cold water. Her t shirt felt loose and comforting and she began to think it would be better if she kept it on all the time she was there. The pool was quite busy, every few moments someone jumped into the water beside her. No-one seemed to notice that she was sitting there's, but every time someone jumped in, the water splashed over Fiona's legs. It felt lovely and cold. Fiona wanted her shorts to get wet and she wished that the splashes reached them. A bit further down the pool two lads were splashing each other, and lots of water was landing on the side. Fiona tingled with excitement, if only she was sitting closer to them, then she could get wet "accidently!". Yes, it would be really fun to get wet again and she really wanted to get into the pool wearing her t shirt and shorts!

Fiona stood up, adjusting her shorts and tucking in her t shirt. She walked very slowly for a few yards down the poolside, looking intently at the water, as if searching for a suitable place to get in. The two lads were still larking about, one diving under the surface, and the other drenching him, as soon as his head reappeared. Fiona choose the spot where they were, and deliberately sat down again, just where the tiles were wettest, and where little steams of water were draining back into the pool. She immediately felt cold wetness on the back of her legs, and seconds later her bottom, as her shorts began to soak up some of the damp. A head appeared by her feet, and wet hair brushed her ankle. His companion took aim, from a few feet distant, but he stopped when he saw Fiona there. The boy in front was in the water just below where Fiona's feet dangled. "Don't dare!" he shouted , "There's a lady here!" Fiona laughed out loud, "Carry on!" she said, "I don't mind at all!" "You are right in the danger zone!" the other boy said. "Get ready to get wet!" Fiona leaned back, putting her hands on the tiles behind her, and at the same time slipping further forward towards the pool. She braced herself for the cold water, but it all slapped onto the poolside beside her. She glanced down at her outfit , but to her disappointment her shorts and t shirt were both still dry. The boys both laughed and moved away.

Fiona became aware of someone close beside her. Excuse Me a polite voice said. It was a young man, a lifeguard at the pool. Are you going into the water? he asked. Its' just that there is a rule about regulation swimwear and you are not supposed to wear anything else. Oh I'm sorry said Fiona quickly, But I was just sitting here and I'm not very good at swimming anyway.
Excuse me, the lifeguard replied, I know you, you were running around the park last week weren't you! I remember your outfit before I soaked you at the end of the race! That's the same as what you have got on now! Fiona blushed and said "Hello!". She told Tony that he had really soaked her with the hose, but she didn't mind at all and she had really been asking for it!
I just don't like my bikini very much and I was just sitting here for a while. I like my top and shorts on over it!"

The lifeguard grinned, Well OK he said you may as well get in if you want to!
Fiona felt thrilled. She reached up and fiddled with the back of her hair, putting in a band and taking it out again several times. Then she thought her bikini top felt a bit loose, she wasn't used to wearing a bikini at all. The lifeguard was still beside her, smiling at her. Go on then he said. Get yourself in! Could you tie my top up first? Fiona asked, as she undid the loose tie at the back of her neck. The lifeguard was happy to oblige, My name is Tony he said. Is that comfy for you? "Just as he stepped back a huge splash hit Fiona's legs and shorts and she screamed with excitement. She felt the cold water soak through to her legs and around her bikini pants.
She looked down and saw that her shorts looked quite wet now and were sticking to her skin. Fiona reached forward with both hands down into the pool and scooped up as much water as she could hold in both hands cupped together. She quickly dropped it all over her tummy, before it ran out between her fingers. It seemed to run off the bottom bit of her t shirt without soaking through into the material, but the the extra water soaked right into her shorts , running down between her legs and creating a little pool around her bottom, which she found herself siting in the middle of. Fiona did the same thing again, and then another couple of times more. The middle of her t shirt, below her bikini top, was quite wet now and the puddle around her grew bigger. Tony was grinning again. Fiona reached down into the pool again, this time with her right arm, and she scooped a handful of water up with her hand and splashed it over her left arm. Then she did the same in reverse, wetting her right arm. She repeated the process, working her way a little further up each time, first splashing her sleeves, and the second and third time getting her sleeves quite wet. The she put both hands together and dropped as much water as she could over each of her shoulders in turn. She felt the water run down inside the front of her t shirt, and inside her bikini top. She liked the feeling of that so much that she did the same again. The wetness spread down the front of her t shirt and joined the wet patch already on her tummy. Tony tried to keep watching the swimmers in the pool, as was his job, but every second his glance turned back to Fiona. Tony had never been quite sure before whether he really liked girls, or what it was that he might have liked about them. He never really liked nudity, and he found that pictures of naked girls turned him right off. He had wondered if he might be gay, because he didn't usually look twice at a girl, even if she was wearing a short skirt or tight top. But he was not interested in young men either. But now suddenly, Tony's sexuality seemed to come crashing into his conscious. His heart thumped as he watched this display and knew that he was watching a form of femininity which stirred him. It was art, it was music, it was dance, it was sexuality, it was erotica.

Fiona giggled. Her t shirt was quite wet now right down the front, the water had seeped through her bikini top and the blue of her bikini straps clearly showed through. The top half of each side of her bikini was wet and she could feel the water running between her breasts and dripping down inside her shirt. She slid into the shallow end of the pool. She dipped herself deliberately into the pool right up to her shoulders. When she stood up again a few moments later she knew that she was completely soaked. Her t shirt was clinging to her shoulders and her body and she could see her bikini top clearly showing through. She was right. The material was a much darker colour now and the blue of her bikini was very prominent under her top. That's lovely! Fiona said. I can't swim much but I'd like to learn better!

Listen said Tony. Would you like to come to Lifeguard training on a Wednesday evening? I can teach you some swimming techniques. We always need one or two volunteers to come into the pool so we can practice our lifesaving. We are all in the water with our clothes on and you would like that, wouldn't you? We are one short just now and one thing we need to do is to get a person safely out of the pool when they and the lifeguard are both fully clothed! Are you up for that?
I'd love to! said Fiona. Do you mean like this or in all my day clothes?
Whatever you like! replied Tony. He moved away to attend to some swimmers and Fiona felt a warm buzz inside. Next Wednesday night sounded like it was going to be very interesting indeed.