This and the next story (Tsarmina's Holiday Part 2), both complete fantasy, are posted as a tribute to

https://umd.net/tsarmina

WOTD again as I post, six times (I think it is) since June, WAM Party Animal and lots more.

Tsarmina has seen the stories and given her full permission for the post, and for her pictures to be added.
Great pictures they are too; her eyes, her smile, "The Face of an Angel."



Tsarmina's Holiday (Part 1)

Tsarmina sat on the side of the indoor swimming pool and dangled her feet in the warm water. What a wonderful feeling this was; not only that the water was warm and inviting, but that this was only the third day of her holiday! Half a week still to go, four more days stress-free when the biggest worry of all was going to be what to have for dinner.

Mr WetShirt was floating on his back in the middle of the pool. Barely a muscle moving, with just the occasional twitch of a hand or foot to maintain his balance, he seemed to be in a place of total relaxation. His rather brief swimming trunks glistened and sparkled under the bright lights, as wavelets of water broke over them, first from one side then the other. What is it about men, when they get a little older, which requires them to wear little brief trunks? Tsarmina smiled to herself. It was all rather harmless really.

When it came to all the important things, MrWetShirt had been kind, reliable and trustworthy. This whole holiday idea thing had seemed crazy at first. After all, they lived about four thousand miles apart. They'd never met one another and the only thing they knew about each other were their pictures on UMD. "The Face of an Angel" he said! OK, a very nice thing to say online, but hardly the basis for setting out on a trip to Europe! Well, Tsarmina was beginning to think that just very occasionally; the craziest idea of all is the best.

MrWetShirt had done this before. He even offered her a reference from his last holiday companion. There was nothing sleazy about it. He paid all her fares and expenses. She had her own room; she was free to do whatever she chose, meet whoever she liked and go wherever she wanted. All he asked was her companionship for part of the time. This might be for dinner and evening drinks or perhaps for an excursion if she wished. He offered to show her around. The only thing that was firmly agreed was that they would play in the water together once a day, just for an hour. MrWetShirt likes that lots. And truth be told, so does Tsarmina.

So that is how we find her, feet dangling, by this lovely indoor pool. We are in Malta, I should add. One of the smallest and loveliest island nations in the world. It had been a long journey for Tsarmina, but now at last she was feeling rested and that it was all worthwhile. First a twelve hour flight to Glasgow. Then overnight in an airport hotel. Then an early morning three hour flight to Malta, with MrWetShirt. By the time they checked in, she was tired. But after a sleep, she felt fresh and eager to explore. In fact, they found that they spent most of the time together.

They'd played in the outdoor pool, with their t-shirts and shorts on over their costumes. They'd been in the sea, fully clothed! They went for a walk into the nearby country; MrWetshirt had two enormous bottles in his back-pack and they had a waterfight! You could not believe how wet you would get! But then, that's MrWetShirt for you. What he has in mind for the next few days, goodness knows.

Tsarmina smiled to herself again, glancing down at her cute classic swimdress. The skirt rested just above her knees and drew in quite tightly around her waist. There was a panel over her tummy and two cups covering her top, which tapered into a broad band tying behind her neck. The skirt was pale blue with a white waistband and the top was white with pale blue edging. It was made of a cotton polyester material and Tsarmina wondered how it would feel when it was wet. Quite clingy, probably. The white parts could be problematic, she thought, but then it came with two built-in silky bra cups, so she had nothing to worry about. There were white briefs too, with a silky lining. Perhaps she would keep it dry for now, and save it for the pool tomorrow. After all, MrWetShirt looked so content just floating out there.

Just then, with a wide sweep of his arms MrWetShirt righted himself and paddled into the side.

"Coming in?" he asked, with a cheerful grin.

"No, I'll just sit this one out, I think!" Tsarmina replied, a little sheepishly as her eyes twinkled at him.

Mr WetShirt looked shocked. "Oh, Tsarmina!" replied quickly, "You can't do that! It's against the pool rules!"

"Pool rules, don't be silly! We can do something in the shower later on, but I want to keep my swimdress dry for now!"

MrWetshirt looked serious and worried, "No, I tell you Tsarmina, it says on the wall there, where it says "Pool Rules!""

"What do you mean?"

"It says, "Appropriate swimwear must be worn in the pool!" That's what it says! You can't wear it just on the side! You have to wear it in the pool"

Tsarmina thought for a moment how to explain the flawed logic behind this thought. It was just too silly for words. But then again, the pool was lovely and warm, and the swimdress would more-or- less dry itself on her balcony by morning. She gave MrWetShirt a despairing look while he grinned at her. He didn't look like a sixty-four year old, and he certainly didn't behave like one.

"Very well!"

Mr WetShirt's face lit up with excitement as Tsarmina stood up from one knee and walked the few paces to the steps at the shallow end.

"How deep is it?"

The water lapping around MrWetShirt's wet trunks gave its own answer, but he was still delighted to say, "It'll come up to your skirt, I think!"

Tsarmina held out her hand to him as she carefully descended the steps, one by one. At the third step, the water reached over her knees, a fraction below her skirt, and one more step took her down onto the floor of the pool. The swimdress fanned out in a circle around her hips as the material fought against the intrusion of water. The tip of the hem was turning a darker blue.

"You look so lovely! May I smooth your dress down?"

Tsarmina gave him a patient smile, "Go on then!" MrWetShirt gently pushed the material down under the water, trying not to brush his hands against her legs, except that brief contact was inevitable.

Tsarmina shuffled a little forward, and as the water got deeper it worked its way over her waistband and claimed further inches over her tummy. The single layer of fabric here soaked through immediately and clung to her pale skin. Tsarmina liked this! She slid her feet sideways deeper and deeper. The water crept over her cups. MrWetShirt tried ever so hard not to look directly, just a fleeting glance while he smiled into her eyes. The bra part of the dress settled delicately against each breast, gripping for a second before a little movement dislodged it. Tsarmina's breasts floated free inside the material for just a moment, before it glued itself down again. The edges were all darker in colour now. Her beautiful soft cleavage filled with water, which drained down inside when she raised herself up a couple of inches.

"Don't get my hair wet!" Tsarmina sounded serious and MrWetShirt respected her requested immediately.

"You really are so lovely, Tsarmina!"

Their arms crept behind each other's shoulders; he felt her wet swimdress against him. Their lips met. Talk about a wet kiss.

Any more of this and MrWetShirt will go into meltdown.

The End