A Healthy Dunk
Starring Sharyl Attkisson
Written by Nemesoak
Written by Nemesoak
Recently, in a town in the state of Maryland, USA, there was a health fair. This was a gathering of various health and medical charities with fun fundraising events in a country fair setting.
One of the groups, a cancer charity, had as their fundraiser a personal appearance and autograph session by Sharyl Attkisson - the lovely and leggy brunette hostess of "HealthWeek". She was wearing a bright red jacket top and a black pleated mid-thigh skirt which really showed off her great legs. With a woman that attractive, the event was a great success. Since her task was finished before the end of the day's events, Sharyl and her husband decided to take a stroll through the fair and see what the other groups were doing.
Since the fair was set up at the local recreation center, there was a large inground pool. Sitting at the edge of the pool was a Rube-Goldberg type of contraption. Since this was being operated by a children's charity and Sharyl was a friend of the man running it, she asked what the device was.
"Hi Sharyl," he replied, "this is a dunk tank without the tank. Makes it easier to transport. And since it uses this swimming pool, I can have the dunkees fall into the deep end with no risk of hitting the bottom."
"Interesting..." Sharyl commented.
"Yep, built it myself." added the tank operator.
"How's business today?" Sharyl's husband asked.
"Lousy!" replied the operator. "All the volunteers today were no-shows. And with no volunteers, no dunkings, and no contributions!"
"That's terrible!" Sharyl exclaimed. "If only you had let me know, I could have brought my swimsuit and volunteered myself. It's hot today and that would have been fun."
Thinking for a moment, the tank operator had an idea and said "Well, maybe you can volunteer right now."
Shocked, Sharyl asked "How? As you can see, I'm way overdressed for a dunktank and I am not about to strip down to my underwear (though her black bra and panties might have easily passed for a bikini)!"
"Relax," explained the operator, "you don't need to worry about falling in. I can see to it."
Then he asked Sharyl's husband to tap the target. He did and the seat dropped. The operator then turned a knob and told Sharyl's husband to really whack the target. He did and nothing happened.
"That's the adjustment knob.", the operator explained. "It's at the maximum setting. If you're sitting on it with this setting, balls could hit the target and you won't drop."
"Well..." Sharyl replied, "since there's only about an hour left to the fair and it's on the maximum setting, I'll volunteer." With that, she removed her shoes (to climb better) and got onto the seat in as ladylike a manner as possible (not too easy in a short skirt).
The tank operator then started yelling "Come on! Step right up and dunk the lovely TV hostess! Three balls for five dollars!"
A crowd assembled and people paid their money and tried their luck.
As it was becoming apparent, the tension adjustment was unnecessary - no one hit the target. In many cases, the anticipation of seeing a lovely and well-dressed woman land in the pool had the guys in such an aroused state that it affected their pitching skill. In other cases, a disapproving scowl from a wife or girlfriend was enough to have a guy miss just to preserve domestic tranquility.
As things were winding down, a man could be seen making his way to the tank area. He was a player on the local minor league baseball team and was at the health fair signing copies of his book. Seeing Sharyl sitting on the seat of the dunking apparatus, the ball player bought three balls and turned to the crowd.
"Want to hear a story about the big game last week?", he asked. With approval from the audience, he continued. "It was the bottom of the ninth with two outs and two men on base. I stepped up to the plate. The pitcher threw a high curveball." As if to illustrate, he threw the first ball which flew over the target and would have beaned Sharyl if she hadn't leaned to the side.
"Next," the ballplayer went on, "he threw a low slider - strike two." Again, he threw a ball, but this one went just under the target.
"Now, the pressure was on. I had to do it. The pitcher threw a hard fastball." The player threw the final ball as an 85-mile-an-hour fastball and hit the target. No setting on the target adjustment could stand that kind of impact and the seat dropped.
Sharyl fell right into the pool. As she hit the water and descended, the cool water instantly soaked through her outfit and felt good on this hot afternoon. Her pleated skirt was full enough to even do a "Marilyn" as she went down, revealing her black panties. As she was smoothing her skirt down, Sharyl realized that this was much more pleasant than she thought.
Sharyl bobbed to the surface, treading water, to great applause. Some of the onlooking guys, though, were dragged away by their wives and girlfriends who displeased at the way they were ogling Sharyl.
"Sorry about that.", the ballplayer explained. "I couldn't resist."
"No problem." Sharyl replied. "I didn't mind. In fact it was quite refreshing."
The ballplayer then wrote out a check to the charity that ran the dunk tank (for providing him with "entertainment") and left.
The tank operator turned to Sharyl's husband and said "Thanks to you and to Sharyl for being such a good sport. The charity did well. By the way, let me know if any of her outfit was ruined. I'll pay for it."
As her husband was looking at Sharyl with approval (and at least one other happy emotion), Sharyl mentioned "You know, it's not considered good for people to swim alone."
"True enough," the husband added, "but what if I sit up in that seat and watched you like a lifeguard?" He then removed his wallet, watch, and shoes and went up onto the seat. As he was doing this, the operator turned the setting back to normal and tossed Sharyl a ball.
Sharyl yelled to her husband, "Here! Catch!" and tossed the ball. She aimed for the target, hit it, and now her husband was in the pool too.
As the couple was swimming around, enjoying the sensations of clothed swimming, the tank operator packed up his gear and left.
Soon, Sharyl and her husband climbed out in order for their clothes to dry enough for the ride home. As they were standing around, Sharyl said "This was fun."
Her husband responded "I agree. I got an idea. Why not see if we can continue our swim party - in a more private setting?"
"Sounds good to me!" Sharyl concurred.
One of the groups, a cancer charity, had as their fundraiser a personal appearance and autograph session by Sharyl Attkisson - the lovely and leggy brunette hostess of "HealthWeek". She was wearing a bright red jacket top and a black pleated mid-thigh skirt which really showed off her great legs. With a woman that attractive, the event was a great success. Since her task was finished before the end of the day's events, Sharyl and her husband decided to take a stroll through the fair and see what the other groups were doing.
Since the fair was set up at the local recreation center, there was a large inground pool. Sitting at the edge of the pool was a Rube-Goldberg type of contraption. Since this was being operated by a children's charity and Sharyl was a friend of the man running it, she asked what the device was.
"Hi Sharyl," he replied, "this is a dunk tank without the tank. Makes it easier to transport. And since it uses this swimming pool, I can have the dunkees fall into the deep end with no risk of hitting the bottom."
"Interesting..." Sharyl commented.
"Yep, built it myself." added the tank operator.
"How's business today?" Sharyl's husband asked.
"Lousy!" replied the operator. "All the volunteers today were no-shows. And with no volunteers, no dunkings, and no contributions!"
"That's terrible!" Sharyl exclaimed. "If only you had let me know, I could have brought my swimsuit and volunteered myself. It's hot today and that would have been fun."
Thinking for a moment, the tank operator had an idea and said "Well, maybe you can volunteer right now."
Shocked, Sharyl asked "How? As you can see, I'm way overdressed for a dunktank and I am not about to strip down to my underwear (though her black bra and panties might have easily passed for a bikini)!"
"Relax," explained the operator, "you don't need to worry about falling in. I can see to it."
Then he asked Sharyl's husband to tap the target. He did and the seat dropped. The operator then turned a knob and told Sharyl's husband to really whack the target. He did and nothing happened.
"That's the adjustment knob.", the operator explained. "It's at the maximum setting. If you're sitting on it with this setting, balls could hit the target and you won't drop."
"Well..." Sharyl replied, "since there's only about an hour left to the fair and it's on the maximum setting, I'll volunteer." With that, she removed her shoes (to climb better) and got onto the seat in as ladylike a manner as possible (not too easy in a short skirt).
The tank operator then started yelling "Come on! Step right up and dunk the lovely TV hostess! Three balls for five dollars!"
A crowd assembled and people paid their money and tried their luck.
As it was becoming apparent, the tension adjustment was unnecessary - no one hit the target. In many cases, the anticipation of seeing a lovely and well-dressed woman land in the pool had the guys in such an aroused state that it affected their pitching skill. In other cases, a disapproving scowl from a wife or girlfriend was enough to have a guy miss just to preserve domestic tranquility.
As things were winding down, a man could be seen making his way to the tank area. He was a player on the local minor league baseball team and was at the health fair signing copies of his book. Seeing Sharyl sitting on the seat of the dunking apparatus, the ball player bought three balls and turned to the crowd.
"Want to hear a story about the big game last week?", he asked. With approval from the audience, he continued. "It was the bottom of the ninth with two outs and two men on base. I stepped up to the plate. The pitcher threw a high curveball." As if to illustrate, he threw the first ball which flew over the target and would have beaned Sharyl if she hadn't leaned to the side.
"Next," the ballplayer went on, "he threw a low slider - strike two." Again, he threw a ball, but this one went just under the target.
"Now, the pressure was on. I had to do it. The pitcher threw a hard fastball." The player threw the final ball as an 85-mile-an-hour fastball and hit the target. No setting on the target adjustment could stand that kind of impact and the seat dropped.
Sharyl fell right into the pool. As she hit the water and descended, the cool water instantly soaked through her outfit and felt good on this hot afternoon. Her pleated skirt was full enough to even do a "Marilyn" as she went down, revealing her black panties. As she was smoothing her skirt down, Sharyl realized that this was much more pleasant than she thought.
Sharyl bobbed to the surface, treading water, to great applause. Some of the onlooking guys, though, were dragged away by their wives and girlfriends who displeased at the way they were ogling Sharyl.
"Sorry about that.", the ballplayer explained. "I couldn't resist."
"No problem." Sharyl replied. "I didn't mind. In fact it was quite refreshing."
The ballplayer then wrote out a check to the charity that ran the dunk tank (for providing him with "entertainment") and left.
The tank operator turned to Sharyl's husband and said "Thanks to you and to Sharyl for being such a good sport. The charity did well. By the way, let me know if any of her outfit was ruined. I'll pay for it."
As her husband was looking at Sharyl with approval (and at least one other happy emotion), Sharyl mentioned "You know, it's not considered good for people to swim alone."
"True enough," the husband added, "but what if I sit up in that seat and watched you like a lifeguard?" He then removed his wallet, watch, and shoes and went up onto the seat. As he was doing this, the operator turned the setting back to normal and tossed Sharyl a ball.
Sharyl yelled to her husband, "Here! Catch!" and tossed the ball. She aimed for the target, hit it, and now her husband was in the pool too.
As the couple was swimming around, enjoying the sensations of clothed swimming, the tank operator packed up his gear and left.
Soon, Sharyl and her husband climbed out in order for their clothes to dry enough for the ride home. As they were standing around, Sharyl said "This was fun."
Her husband responded "I agree. I got an idea. Why not see if we can continue our swim party - in a more private setting?"
"Sounds good to me!" Sharyl concurred.
