Swimming In A Suit: Know What I Mean?

Some puddles dot the area. Your well-shined loafers make a delicate "splash" as you stroll through. Closer to the pool, the puddles are a little deeper. You slow down, almost to a stop. Your foot comes to rest in a puddle of about 1/2" in depth. The toe of your loafer is dipped tantalizingly into the small puddle. The water laps temptingly above the sole of the shoe and gently against the leather sides. Your heel is high and dry.

A few slow steps forward and the puddling is a little deeper. About an inch. As you step down, the water splashes up a bit and just barely breaches the side of the shoe, wetting one sock just enough that you can feel the coolness of the water wicking into the sock. A little further on and the water is not quite 2 inches, and is covering the toe and beginning to wet the sock even more, trickling via the thin material of the sock down into the inside of the shoe. You notice your pants cuff is now picking up some water in the back.

Now you slide your feet forward and listen as the water sloshes audibly and deepens enough to engulf most of the shoe. Your socks are now wet without doubt.

Standing there for a moment, you feel your heart pound and wiggle your toes nestled in their fully moistened socks. There's still time to turn around, but you know you aren't going to. You are savoring the moment before moving forward, down the gentle slope toward the pool.

Now the water is several inches deep. Your shoes are immersed and each movement forward produces a distinct sloshing sound as you make mini-wakes. Your light tan pants now display the tell-tale dark of the "high water mark" on each leg. You are approaching mid-calf and the material fills, floats and gently brushes back against your skin. You stop once again and let the feeling intensify. It is remarkably pleasurable, in fact. As you wiggle your toes, you can feel the sucking sensation of the wet fabric of the socks and the gentle stretch of the fully-moistened leather of the shoes.

Moving forward once again, you are on a gentle slope headed toward the deeper pool ahead. You are slowing wading in. As you glance down, you can see the tan cloth of the suit pants darkening with wetness and glistening as the cloth absorbs all the water it can and discharges the excess downward. With each gentle step, your "water line" is moving inevitably upward. As it reaches just above the knees, you stop and enjoy the pleasure of the lower pantleg slopping back and forth with the current of the water.

There is a short step ahead. As you step down, the water is now at the top of your legs. You can feel the cool water as it just teasingly wets your undershorts. The trouser material is lapping gently against your skin. The hem of your suit coat us barely above the surface of the water. There is no doubt. You are now committed to the swim.

Another short step down. The water is now up to your leather belt and your suit coat hem is now under the surface. The gentle movement of your trousers as the material floats lazily in the water, responding to the slight current, is invigorating and somewhat exciting. You pause once again to savor the sensations. As you pause, you notice that your dress shirt tail and undershirt are wet. You become aware that the shirt cloth is wicking the water upward very slowly.

Another short step down and you are in almost to your rib cage. The silk nectie is now wet, floating a bit before absorbing enough water to weight it down. You become aware that your suitcoat pockets have been slowly filling with water. You hesitate again while taking in the mounting pleasure of the soak. On a whim, you take a couple steps back up and listen as the water whooshes out and the wet clothing clings sensuously to your mid section. The waterlogged coat pockets begin to drain of their water cargo.

Back down the short steps and you move forward on the sloping pool floor, edging toward deeper water. You've been holding your arms up a bit, but now you let them relax to your sides and your hands plunge into the water, wetting your coat sleeves and french cuffs. The feelings of pleasure and excitement intermingle. You move forward, by now half-floating, until you are at chest level. A little further and you are at collar level. Your shoulders are soaking up the water as it splashes upward. It is time.

You take a breath, bend your knees and kick forward, completely submerged. The sensation of pushing forward and floating through the water as it ripples your clothing is incredible. You move your arms and legs rhythmically and thrill to the million little sensations of the fabrics as they interact with the water and rub against your body in a multitude of sensational ripples.

You flip over onto your back and do a few backstrokes, arms reaching back and pulling you through the water and you flutter-kick your trousered legs. Your toes are working now to keep the loafers in place. Back closer to your starting point, in the shallower water of your entry, you bend down one at a time and remove your loafers. You set them on the edge of the pool to glisten as the water drains slowly from them. You shake your newly-liberated feet and the cotton socks respond a milisecond behind the movement. Pure pleasure.

You drop yourself down and fully submerge, and then with a push of your legs, you spring upward with a gread splash and emerge to feel the water drain from your shirt and coat. It is exhilirating!

Wading back toward the edge, you carefully remove your coat and, draining excess water from your coat pockets, you fold the jacket and lay it across your shoes.

Now it's time to swim a few strokes under water, doing a frog kick and pulling yourself forward with broad sideways strokes of the arms. The various fabrics, including your cotton undershorts, respond in their own way to the currents produced by your movement through the water. A hundred points of pleasure, all happening at once. You are in pleasure literally from your head to your toes.

As you swim, you can even feel your tie lapping against your shirt. The tips of your toes and the soles of your feet derive their own hidden pleasure from the movement of the sock material against the water and even the bottom surface of the pool.

A few times you climb out of the pool. The water rushing out of your clothing makes a noisy splach on the tiles. You jump back in, regenerating the excitement of your initial soak. The rush is amazing. You are smiling without even trying! You swim some more.

All good things come to an end, and it is time to finish your swim. You head back to the steps and slowly emerge from the pool. The wet white shirt is gleaming with water and is virtually transluscent. You look down and see the shirt material clinging to your chest and arms even as it drains of excess water. Your tie lies heavily plastered to your chest, but even it is slowly losing it's temporary weight as the water drains.

Stepping up, your trousers cling to your genitals and produce a definite outline, at least until the water drains and the material loosens.

You are back on deck. You pick up your shoes and jacket and saunter away, completely exhilirated from your clothed swim. As you retreat back through those first small puddles, you playfully stomp in them and send a few splashes hither and yon. Your wet clothes are hanging more loosely now, even as they continue to drain.

From here, it's back to the shower to rinse everything off and prepare it for drying.

When will you do this again? Tomorrow? The day after? In a week? A month?

You don't know when, but you know this: You're going to do it again and again. It really is that much fun.

So now you know.