Chapter 4 – Wet, wet, wet
I assumed that this development was obvious and predictable. From the girls’ astounded expressions, it seemed like it was anything but. I was quickly learning it was far easier to be smart and devious and think ahead when you were the person dishing out the teasing and humiliation. Intense embarrassment and worrying about loss of control and what might happen next seems to tend to freeze up one’s brain. In this case, it wasn’t just the girl’s brains that appeared frozen. They stood (well, in Jenny’s case, sat) there in place like statues and didn’t look at all inclined to follow my suggestion.
Clearly, they needed an extra bit of motivation. I eyed Mrs Henkins, wondering how far she would let me push the girls—and her mischievous wink with which she met my look said it all. There were different ways of playing this but I decided to take a bit of a risk. Hoping this wasn’t going to incur Miriam’s wrath, I raised my voice and hollered:
“Last girl in the pool loses one piece of her current outfit as forfeit. No exceptions!” I added with forceful emphasis, looking directly at Jenny who suddenly realized exactly what that meant, in her case, as she was only dressed in the leotard and literally nothing else!
She dived into the swimming pool head first in one smooth motion. Piper and Ally glanced at each other and then they both bolted towards the swimming pool and jumped, in near-perfect sync. Ally’s trajectory was a smidgeon more efficient and her body splashed into the water a split-second before Piper’s. I could have called it a tie, but then I might end up with arguments and talk back. I decided to throw Piper under the bus on this occasion and declare her the loser.
I put the goggles on, adjusted the strap and slipped into the pool lazily, taking a deep breath and diving right under to assess the situation… and WHOAH!
The view that awaited me put even the most stunning coral reef to shame. By a combination of my evil planning, guesswork, and an added stroke of luck, the girls’ outfits all very much delivered beyond what I had even hoped for!
Piper’s white, giraffe-print panties that were already translucent on account of being well-worn and threadbare turned completely see-through. It didn’t quite look like she just had the little giraffes tattooed on her naked skin, unless I squinted and half-closed my eyes, but damn—it was close! I enjoyed looking at her perky butt and then swam sideways to check out her mound as she treaded water. She sure had laughed quite hard when she noticed I kept my pubes shaved earlier. I certainly couldn’t see any evidence that she had any pubic hair herself! Her thin training bra had turned see-through enough to reveal her nipples tantalisingly. They were not showing entirely, but one could for sure tell they were there and their general outline. Sweet. I kicked and stuck my head above water, taking a deep breath before diving down again, turning my gaze towards Jenny.
The thin, overstretched leotard that had been see-through to begin with turned even more so now that it was wet and clinging to her skin. I stayed under water enjoying the view of her near-nudity a little too long, mesmerised by how her diving and swimming motion wedged the crotch of the leotard even more deeply into her slit. It really was just like a string running between her pussy lips now, revealing everything. I had to supress a chuckle—I came back spluttering and gasping for breath. Perhaps I should have grabbed the snorkel, too!
The girls squealed and protested and tried to swim away and turn away from me, but all that did was reveal new and unexpected angles. I dived once more and swam towards Ally. I nearly sputtered and ruined my diving attempt. She was bottomless!
No, wait—she wasn’t. I guess I just expected the shorts to sort of float around her despite being quite a tight fit, and I expected them to retain some … substance. Neither of those assumptions had been correct. The fabric clung to Ally tightly underwater and it had turned so transparent it honestly looked like it wasn’t even there, apart from the hems and seams. Damn. I didn’t linger too long—I needed to emerge to catch a breath and I had, after all, just seen her up close and without even wet, transparent fabric in the way.
I was extremely pleased with the outcome so far, and that was despite the fact that my quick dives and bouts of goggling didn’t actually reveal the best thing that happened. I was after Piper, who had dived into the pool last, with a plan in my mind, and so the fact that Jess was holding onto the side of the pool with one hand, and desperately clinging onto the right shoulder strap of her leotard with the other evaded my attention temporarily.
“Hey, Piper. You were the last!” I announced and then dived and swum towards her. I could only hear the beginning of her prolonged, high-pitched ‘nooooo’ before my ears were underwater, all sound muffled.
She was also holding onto the side of the pool, in fact, clinging onto it and facing it, assuming when I pulled her training bra off, she could keep her chest revealed by pressing against the side of the pool. Neat plan. But useless, as I swum up to her from behind and grabbed her giraffe panties and pulled them right now her legs before she could do anything about it. She started kicking madly, churning the water and almost getting me in the face—I made a mental note to punish her for that later—but I got to see her gloriously firm, perky ass in its full glory and managed to hold onto her panties all the same.
When I emerged, her eyes were wide with panic and she was talking at me in an urgent, feverish, high-pitched whisper.
“Boyd! You bastard! Not my bottoms. Damn it!!! Not my bottoms! Hey! Come on! No fair!”
Sure, it wasn’t! But that was kind of the point here, wasn’t it? Piper and the other two girls were being punished. I grinned.
When Mrs Henkins raised her voice I thought I was in trouble, before I realized what she was on about.
“Language, Piper!” Or, right. The b-word. I was safe and she was now even less likely to argue. Jackpot.
“All right. Hand over your top and THEN I’ll return the panties,” I announced cheekily. Mrs Henkins giggled from the poolside, amused by how creative I was getting with my revenge. Was that sparkling wine in the tall, stemmed glass next to her lounge bed? When did she get that? The idea of her getting even just very slightly tipsy excited me—she was bound to let me get away with more if that happened.
Meanwhile, Piper grumbled and pouted, pressing her body against the side of the pool to hide the frontal view of her nudity.
“Give me back my panties!” she pleaded, in an urgent sort of tone, which unintentionally came across as a bit… babyish. She didn’t want to give up her bra first. Of course, for at least a moment, she’d be completely naked in the pool, and I was still wearing the goggles. We briefly seemed to be at an impasse.
But all I had to do was sink underwater and dive right down, looking upwards—actually catching a glimpse of her slit, which was indeed completely hairless—and her dilemma was solved. She clearly couldn’t bare the idea of staying bottomless any longer than she had to.
She was red as a lobster as she proceeded to tread water and pull her training bra off over her head—which turned out to be easier said than done. She had to allow herself to sink and do it underwater. I happily followed, ducking under as well and I got a glorious view of everything. She needed to swim and she was busy with getting the too-small-a-bra off, so couldn’t cover up. She had turned sideways to me but all I had to do was swim a few paces underwater and I got to see everything that there was to see. I emerged very close to her. She gasped and whimpered, looking thoroughly confused as she simultaneously tried to doggy paddle, cover her little tits and reach out to take the panties from me, spectacularly failing at all of it—basically just splashing about in an ungainly frenzy.
“First, give up the bra!”
I could see in her eyes that she very much wanted to argue, but she was clearly aware that she was just postponing the inevitable, and with teeth gritted tensely and frowning, she gave up that one last bit of clothing—she had to turn towards me and stretch her arm out to do it. She was now fully naked and at my mercy—a feeling I instantly fell in love with. I grabbed her bra and ducked down for one last peek at the completely naked girl. When I emerged, I extended my arm and gave Piper her little-girlie, undersized and translucent panties back. Embarrassing as they were, she now seemed massively relieved to have them back.
“Jerk!!!”
“Language!” piped in Mrs Henkins, starting to sound a bit irritated.
I dived again as she began to struggle to put them on. It was hard, until she joined me completely underwater, and I got a VERY good full-frontal view of her tight pussy slit as she fed a leg through the right holes, then the other one and then began to pull them up. She got a little too enthusiastic—perhaps running out of breath. When they were halfway up her thighs, I saw the hem snap on the side. Despite being so small, the panties now floated semi-uselessly around her mound, leaving Piper’s mound partially revealed.
When she emerged from the water, she looked mad.
“Now they are ruined!” she complained.
“Well, you don’t have to wear them,” I countered, and that shut her up.
“Mum. Haven’t we been punished enough?”
Jenny’s plea had diverted my attention towards her. It was then that I realized the right strap of the leotard had snapped at some point. The leotard was now stretched over her body diagonally. She was struggling to keep her right boob covered. I grinned. I had a topless Piper in panties that she had to hold at the side to keep them from falling off, or at least flopping off and revealing her pussy. I had Jenny with her pussy pretty much on show and now with a torn strap threatening to reveal her top. The other strap seemed to be straining and struggling as well, cutting into her shoulder uncomfortably. Was it going to last, I wondered? I certainly wouldn’t bet on it.
And Ally had a translucent sports bra that her tits were spilling out of anyway, and shorts so see-through that they seemed to be almost irrelevant as a garment.
Revenge was sweet indeed!
I made the girls swim around the pool, chased them, jokingly threatening I’ll confiscate more items if they don’t move, and got plenty of good views and peaks out of that.
The air was hot that day, but the pool was rather on the cool side still and I could soon see them chattering—Piper first. Her little tits were adorned with the hardest, pokiest little nipples now, and they’ve gone from a soft shade of pink towards a darker, almost bluish colour.
“All right let’s get out before we freeze ours butts off,” I suggested and dipped down one list time for a rear view. They hesitated, which turned out to be very lucky for me as I got out, took the goggles off and was turned around to watch them emerge just in time to see the next glorious little accident to take place. The strap of Jenny’s leotard couldn’t quite manage as she stretched her body, using both hands to get out of the pool. She was almost entirely out, just bringing her foot to the edge of the pool when it snapped. Strapless and with nothing to hold it up, the fabric which had been pulled taut much like a rubber band acted like on—it shot down her body, basically inverting itself more than half way over! Revealing her not only topless, but with the whole garment bunch up around her lower belly, only held in place above her pussy due to the massive wedgie it had formed between her pussy lips. She squealed and fell back into the pool, flopping around in a frenzy, but there was no way she could really cover her top and keep it covered and then use her hands and arms to get out of the water. In the end, she gave up and let me enjoy the view of her gorgeous C-cup breasts as she clambered out of the pool.
In her hurry to cover them up again, she grabbed the fabric of the leotard and stretched up, renewing her wedgie and making the fabric recede in the back so much she was as good as naked from behind. The three of them stood there, looking thoroughly embarrassed and awkward, but not one of them dared to run off—I think it was Mrs Henkins’ strict glare as much as anything.
Each one was covering to the best of her ability. Piper had one hand over her small tits, one over her ripped, translucent panties. Jenny was doing her best to hold her leotard up, blushing madly. She needed both hands to do a passably good job of that so couldn’t do anything but blush like a ripe cherry about her pussy-wedgie and everything it revealed. Ally finally realized just how extremely revealing her shorts have gotten and she had both hands over her crotch, trying to cover as much area as possible and she was doing an okay job of it, too—just a little too late.
I stared at them standing there, shivering. Then I realized why they were looking around so confusedly. Where were their towels? I burst out laughing at the sight of them, and despite herself, Mrs Henkins joined in. Between my choice of outfits and the rapid series of mini-disasters and wardrobe malfunctions that followed, Piper, Jenny and Ally certainly got to experience what it was like to be revealed and humiliated. And she contributed to the situation by confiscating their towels while we were horsing around in the water. Dripping, shivering and nearly naked, the trio of girls were a sorry sight.
As if reading my thoughts, Mrs Henkins put down her sparkling wine and finally said:
“I think maybe they’ve learned their lesson. Don’t you, Boyd?”
I almost just agreed with her, not wanting to antagonise her. I certainly couldn’t get away with much more, could I? But then something occurred to me and I decided it was worth the risk.
“Well, they’ve been punished and I think I almost got back at them, except of course that I got teased and was seen by three girls, and they all only were seen by me, alone. Ideally, we should invite another boy or two before they get to change—then we’ll be even.”
The girl’s jaws dropped in unison. Jenny’s in particular, her mouth forming an oversized, mute “O” as she gaped at the outrageous suggestion, but much to my delight, Mrs Jenkins seemed to be actually considering my idea, rather than rejecting it outright.
“Well, I could message Charlie and James’ parents, they are just down the lane,” she shrugged and all the girls, but Jenny and Piper in particular, went pale as chalk.
“Moooom! Noooo! You can’t!” Piper and Jenny whined almost in unison.
“Well. There seem to be a few issues with your outfits,” I commented.
“How about we go upstairs and discuss what to do about that before we make a final decision about Charlie and James.”
They all looked at me frowning, rightfully suspicious. What I really wanted, of course, was to talk to them without Mrs Henkins overhearing. I now had the perfect leverage to use—I suddenly felt confident I could get away with a whole lot more than I had initially imagined, using the threat of inviting Charlie and James over.
I grabbed a towel and hastily dried off, a truly devious plan slowly hatching in my mind.
“Let’s go. Piper’s room, chop, chop!” I instructed and the girls started moving—clearly with mixed feelings, uncertain about what might await them upstairs, but quite glad not to be stuck outside in their current state of near-nakedness.
“Wait!” hissed Mrs Henkins. “What did I say about getting the floor wet?” she huffed. She pointed to where she had folded away the girls’ towels. I wasn’t sure if she was going to let me get away with it, but, with a silent prayer, I picked one up and stepped up to Piper who happened to be standing closest to me at that point.
“Arms up,” I commanded and to my delight, Piper had been so thrown by the whirlwind of events that her arms shot up, revealing her perky little boobs before she even realized what she was doing. He realized her mistake a second later, a horrified expression spreading over her face, but I was already dabbing and rubbing her dry. Her shock turned into fury.
“Quit it, you perv! Let me…” she tried, but even as she grabbed for the towel, her resistance was kind of feeble. I think having just been repeatedly told off by her mum made her hold back a fair bit. She could tell I wasn’t letting her off the hook so easily. I dried her, even squeezing her hair out and undoing her braid and rubbing everything dry, doing her neck, shoulder and arms and returning to her chest, where had started before I realized how much water was dripping from her soaked hair—she dunked her head fully underwater when she was battling with her tiny panties before. Tiny panties which were now flopping off her at the front enough to reveal her hairless mound up close and personal to me. She tried to keep her legs close together, but—a bit like with Ally—I simply steered and positioned her with a confidence that was always just a small step ahead of her resistance. She quickly re-covered her boobs and grabbed hold of her broken panties when I was done, but we both knew the damage was done. I’ve seen her naked underwater, and now I’ve seen her as good as naked out in the dry, too.
I picked up another towel and stepped up to Ally, who tried backing away from me.
“No way. I’m not…”
“You wanna stay here and in those completely see-through shorts then and wait for Charlie and James?” I asked casually and she blushed, shuddering as she did her best to keep her crotch covered. She shook her head and I’m sure she was about to protest, but I just stepped up to her and started drying her, much like Piper before. Her boobs were more fun to dry, I got a pretty good feel of them, even if it was through the soft, thick fabric of the towel. Jenny tried to sneak past me and grab the last towel, but I was paying enough attention to notice in time.
“No, Jenny, you wait your turn!” I said and she carried on reaching for the towel nonetheless. I quickly twirled the towel into a rolled-up noodle and whisked it towards her expertly. I’ve been through high school and enough men’s changing room to know exactly how to use a damp towel as a weapon.
She squealed in shock as the towel left a pink little mark on her butt.
“I said wait.”
She glared at me in disbelief and looked at her mum, too, spreading her arms as if saying “what is this? Are you just going to let it slide?” but Mrs Henkins didn’t intervene. Oh, this was going to be a fun afternoon yet!
I finished drying Ally, patting down her shorts which turned marginally less transparent but still revealed a lot as they clung to her skin damply.
I dried Jenny last and I took my sweet time with her hair, her curves, and yes, her boobs, which she tried to keep covered with the tatters of the leotard, semi-successfully.
“Hands up, Jenny. I gotta do your pits.”
“No,” she said firmly, frowning and sounding quite cross at this point. Uh oh.
She probably expected me to push the issue, but I decided not to waste my breath on a battle I could easily win a minute from now. I held onto that towel.
“I guess you’ll need to finish drying when this broken mess comes off, anyway,” I shrugged.
“Let’s go.”
A minute later, I was in Piper’s bedroom. Alone and unsupervised with three borderline naked girls.
Chapter 5 — Mercy... and War
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