Thought you might like to read this letter I sent last summer during the hot spell (seems impossible it was that hot now!). It concerns a conference I was at for my day job, and is perfectly true! Wish I could say Macy (name changed) and I went on to have a big wet lezzy sesh in our room, but I'll save that for a fantasy page. Until then, enjoy.....

Hi darling,

Delighted to say that there was a wet end to my conference! Our boss vetoed the idea of a catfight between Macy and myself cos it 'didn't reflect well on the company', however he agreed that some 'cheeky practical joking' would go down well and not harm the company image. So we warned the hotel and asked if they could lend us some buckets and let us use the hose by the swimming pool. They agreed. I think they wanted to see the show as much as the rest of them.

I think I mentioned how ghastly our corporate uniforms were. Navy blue polyester trouser suits and shiny black shoes with white polyester satin blouse and a red man's style tie. The jackets were single breasted with four silver buttons, hip pockets, with hip and back pockets on the trousers. After four days wearing them in the baking sun, we hated these outfits and my colleague Macy (a short plump black girl) and myself were looking forward to wrecking them.

So when we were all out by the pool with the delegates, I set the ball rolling. Deliberately hamming it up, I motioned to everyone to keep quiet as I picked up a large jug of iced water and advanced on Macy. Then to a huge roar from the men, I poured it over her head laughing. Poor girl knew it was coming but had no idea when - so as the freezing water soaked through her clothes she genuinely screamed and started gasping. Then she remembered what she was supposed to do and with a real flourish picked up her jug of ice cold orange squash and hurled it right in my face (the ice cubes actually hurt!). It was wet and sticky at the same time, but the most comfortable I'd been for days!

"I see!" I said and led her to a place where everyone could see her. Then I picked up another jug of iced water, loosened her tie, pulled out the neck of her blouse and jacket and poured it right down inside back and front. Undoing her jacket I realised that this had a spectacular effect! The blouse turned transparent and her brown skin and very hard nipples were plastered against the material as she panted. The guys loved that!

In order to show that it was all in 'good fun' and there was no company anger involved, we did the rest at Laurel & Hardy 'tit for tat' pace. Or rather Macy did most of it! She decided that she was going to be the protagonist and me the victim, which was fine by me! First she filled one of the buckets with water from the pool and poured it right over my head (it felt soooo good!). Then she made me hold my trousers open so she could pour another bucket inside the waistband. Then with great force, she took another bucket and chucked it at point blank range all over me. That made me gasp, I can tell you.

I responded with a bucket of water full in her bum as she picked up the hose, but I was destined to be the loser here! Turning the hose on, Macy proceeded to put the high pressure nozzle everywhere she could. She filled each all my pockets, shoved it down my neck, in the front and back of my trousers (very refreshing!), then full in my face till I was spluttering.

I really was drenched all over now and feeling fab! The hated suit was clinging cooly all over my body and the shoes squishing on my feet. I was enjoying the feeling so much I almost forgot to get Macy back, but the delegates shouting "Get her, Hayley!" soon reminded me. So it was my turn to give her a total hosing down leaving the hose wedged in her pants, water pouring out at the ankles as I rubbed my hands in triumph.

But Macy had one more idea - and frankly it was a brilliant one. Taking the hose out with comedic slowness, and turning it off, she led me to the very edge of the pool and turned me so my back was to it. Then she proceeded to 'tidy me up'. She straightened my tie, did the jacket up properly, patted the water out of my wet pockets... Then she got hold of my leather handbag and proceeded to drape it over my shoulder (I was so mesmerised by what she was doing I didn't even think that my best bag was about to get ruined!). Then she made me hold out my arms and loaded me with files and files of 'conference notes' (they were junk actually but the audience didn't know) so I was standing on the edge of the pool helpless with my hands full. Then like a real pro she made like she was going to push me in...

"Shall I?" she asked the crowd. "Shall I?" Of course I was shaking my head violently but the crowd was roaring back for her to do it (I think they wanted to see the conference notes get ruined as much as me being dunked). So with a big echoing countdown, she finally pushed. I did my best to keep my back ramroad straight as me, my bag, and eight large ring binders hit the pool with a resounding splash. The cheers were enormous, disappearing as I went beneath the surface, eventually emerging surrounded by wet papers. The applause was deafening. More importanly, the cool wet clothes felt wonderful against my skin.

After that, naturally I pulled Macy in and we splashed about a bit before getting out and sitting with the delegates still in out wet suits (Macy was particularly popular as her jacket was undone and her tits looked amazing!) Then our pompus boss came out gave a little speech and thanked us for 'the cabaret' so we stood up and took a bow. We also took it as our cue to get changed, though for the first time all week we didn't want to get out of our uniforms at all. They were just fine as they were, slapping coldly against our bodies, Mmmmm.

I know some of the delegates took pics and if I ever get to see them I'll share them. I'm back at home again now, though it looks like a dull weekend doing office work from home. So any messy cheering up much appreciated!

Your Dripping Wet Friend

Hayley xxx