24/03/2009
I was traveling with my husband and his colleagues. Two of his colleagues like to help out with my exhibitionistic tendencies. I went down to the pool with his two colleagues, and I was wearing one of my husband sleeveless tshirts, and simple nylon running shorts, and white panties. I hadn't planned to go into the pool so I wasn't worried about the shirt or my nylon shorts.
The hotel was mostly all business men. There were quite a few guys sitting around the pool drinking beer as it was happy hour. My husbands 2 colleagues dared me to go into the pool. I had several glasses of cheap wine and the guys were teasing and tormenting me. My husband was still at the office. I told the two colleagues that I did not want to go into the pool and get my nylon shorts wet. I was laying on a lounge chair on my back. One of the guys grabbed my legs and lifted my bottom of the lounge chair, and the other guy grabbed my nylon shorts and pulled them down and off. He almost pulled my panties down in the process. The guys then said either go willingly into the pool in the T-shirt and panties, or they would throw me into the pool without the T-shirt. With that I walk over to the pool and decided I was going to dive into the pool at the deep end. That was a big mistake. All of the guys eyes were on me as I paraded myself around the pool in just a T-shirt and panties. I then dived into the pool. Somehow I had the illusion that my panties would stay on like a bikini bottom. My panties immediately went south. By the time I felt them at my ankles, I was at the bottom of the pool. As I surface to the top of the pool they slid off my ankles. One guy immediately retrieved my panties, and promptly threw them out of the pool. I then went into the shallow end of the pool, attempting to use my hands to cover my pussy. I started to walk up the steps of the pool foolishly thinking I would be able to find a towel or get my panties or shorts. I stayed in the pool. The guys then offered to give me a towel and my panties and shorts in exchange for the T-shirt. I didn't have much choice, with my ass and pussy on display at my breasts showing through the shirt. The wet T-shirt was hard to take off, and I finally pulled it over my head and handed it to the guy. I then asked him to give me a towel so I could get out of the pool. He said the guys wanted to watch me get out of the pool and a walk to where my towel and clothes were. Of course they put my clothes and towel outside of the fence on the far end of the pool. I literally had to walk out of the pool and out of the gate, and all the way around the fence to retrieve my clothes and a towel.