Christine's Wet Night
Starring Markie Post as Christine Sullivan
Written by Nemesoak
Written by Nemesoak
Note: While this story takes place in the "Night Court" universe, it takes place several years after the events at the end of the series. Certain back story elements are my creation and are merely there to increase plausibility.
It was a hot, muggy summer night in Washington D.C. as Congresswoman Christine Sullivan arrived at the party. This party was one of those thrown by some lobbyists to try to sway politicians. Christine knew the drill and was totally bored. She had been to these events before and, as always, she was alone. It had been virtually impossible to find a decent man to go out with since she first arrived in the capitol, several terms ago. Her busy schedule was a part of the problem. The other part was the way most men regarded her. Although she was almost fifty, she was still extremely beautiful and had a very nice figure. As a result, most men who noticed her were only interested in her body, and what could be done with it. This was also a reason Christine disliked these parties. All the guys ogling her.
Despite that, Christine was very well attired for this event. She wore a nice silky black dress, sheer black pantyhose, and a set of black heels. Once inside, Christine resigned herself to boredom. But, this party was a bit better than most. She actually managed to have an intelligent discussion with some of her fellow Congress members about a few important bills. A few guys did try to pick her up, but she was able to politely blow them off. Still, she thought, if she only had a nice man to go to these events with, that would stop those clowns.
Several hours later, the party ended and the guests left the building and went out into the hot, humid night. As Christine was walking on the sidewalk, headed for her car, it happened. A large, scruffy looking man came running up and grabbed Christine's purse. Rationally, she knew that it was better to simply give up the purse, but instinctively, she wanted to put up a fight. And fight she did. Despite being only 5'6", Christine put up a fairly good fight. But, her assailant was much stronger and threw Christine into some bushes.
However, the punk did not have long to savor his victory. A man saw what happened and took off after the crook. Christine recognized the man pursuing the mugger. It was Anthony (she couldn't remember his last name) and he worked on the staff of a congressman who had an office next to Christine's. Anthony soon caught up with the mugger and started fighting him. After a few minutes, the mugger managed to shove Anthony and send him falling over backwards into a fountain, but not before Anthony was able to rescue Christine's purse. The mugger quickly escaped.
Christine got up and ran over to the fountain. Fortunately, Anthony was able to keep the purse out of the water. He soon got out of the fountain and handed the purse back to Christine.
"Thanks!" exclaimed Christine. "Are you all right?"
Anthony replied "Yes. I'm just wet, that's all. Are you okay? You put up some fight there."
"I think so. I don't think he hit me much. He seems to have just thrown me. But I'm all right."
"Damn!" exclaimed Anthony as he glanced at his (waterproof) watch. "Looks like I missed my ride home."
"Don't worry. I'll drop you off. Where do you live?" Anthony then told Christine his address. "That would be a problem." Christine commented. "To get there, I would have to go through that part of town, and I don't want to drive through there at night, especially after what happened just now. Tell you what, why don't I take you to my place tonight. You can dry off there and rest in the guest room. Then, I'll take you home tomorrow."
"Sounds okay to me."
After a few minutes of checking around the party, Christine located some plastic to cover the front passenger seat of her car so Anthony's wet suit wouldn't drip on it. Then they proceeded to Christine's house. Upon arriving, Christine got out and unlocked the front door. Looking through the open door at the carpeted floor, Anthony said "I can't go in and drip all over your nice carpeting."
"Okay," Christine replied. "Just walk around to the back and I'll let you in the back door."
Anthony then walked around to the backyard of the house. When he got there, he saw that there was a nice, but not too fancy, inground swimming pool. He thought that Christine was lucky to be able to find a house with a pool in this area. But before he could speculate further, Christine had unlocked and opened the back door.
"Nice pool you have." Anthony commented.
"Glad you like it." Christine replied. "Don't ask me how the water is. I've never been in it."
"Huh?" Anthony asked in disbelief.
"It's true. I'm either too busy with work, taking care of things around the house, or just too tired to actually go for a swim. But the pool came with the place and I keep it maintained just in case."
"That's a shame. I was wondering. Since it is so hot and muggy tonight and I don't seem to be drying off, could I cool off in the pool?" inquired Anthony as he removed his jacket, tie, shoes, and wallet.
Christine was a little startled, but started to answer "Well, it is hot tonight, but it doesn't look like you have a swimsuit and I don't allow any skinny-dip..."
Before Christine could finish her sentence, Anthony had jumped into the pool wearing his shirt, dress pants, and socks. "Well, since you are wearing something and you are already in, I'll let you continue." commented Christine.
To Christine, Anthony's swim seemed a little odd, but swimming in clothes was a tiny eccentricity compared to all of the strange and crazy things Christine saw and experienced in her years of working as a public defender in the court of Judge Harold T. Stone, one of the strangest judges in New York City history.
Snapping out of her thoughts, Christine told Anthony "I'll go in the house and get a towel for you when you get out. Also, I'm taking your jacket and shoes in to try to dry them out." Christine then picked up the items and entered the house.
After hanging up the jacket and getting the shoes so they would dry, Christine went and got a towel. As she was getting the towel, she thought about how much fun Anthony seemed to be having in the pool and thought that it might be good to go for a swim herself. So, she grabbed a second towel and headed for her bedroom.
Once in the bedroom, Christine opened a drawer in her dresser which contained her swimsuits. "One-piece or two-piece..." debated Christine. For her, either option would work. Though she was very near 50, she was in excellent shape and would still look good in most bikinis. As she was holding up swimsuits and looking in the mirror, Christine noticed something. It was a rip in her dress. Further examination revealed a few more. Evidently, the fight with the mugger was a bit rougher than she had first thought. She soon found though that the damage was pretty much limited to her dress and a few runs in her pantyhose. She was still uninjured. Then Christine had an idea. Perhaps Anthony was onto something. Since the rips had ruined her dress beyond repair, she could give it a try herself. She might as well have some fun before tossing the dress. Christine put away the swimsuits, removed her shoes and jewelry, picked up the towels, and headed back for the pool.
Returning to the pool, Anthony had noticed Christine had brought two towels. He asked "Hey, why did you bring two towels? One should be enough to dry off with."
Christine responded "If I brought you one, what would I use?"
"Huh?" asked Anthony, who concealed his excitement at this potential development. "You're going for a swim too?"
"Yes. I saw how much fun you were having. Besides, that mugger ripped my dress somewhat, so I figure I have nothing to lose." explained Christine.
"But what about your..."
"I'm not worried about the pantyhose and what I have on underneath is washable. No problem."
Christine then proceeded to the end of the deep end, took a breath, and dove in with a racing dive. Anthony was right, Christine realized, this was fun. She had gone swimming in swimsuits in the past, but this felt different. Perhaps it was the feel of the material or maybe the way it moved in the water. Maybe it was the "naughty" and unconventional aspect of it all. Either way, it was fun. Christine swam underwater towards Anthony for a distance, then surfaced.
Looking at Christine as she surfaced, Anthony admired the sight. Christine's hair was slicked back. The shoulders of her dress poked above the surface of the water and appeared shiny as the material glistened in the dim light. Underwater, the hem of her dress rode up to near miniskirt level and revealled most of her lovely legs.
"Fun, isn't it?" asked Anthony.
"Actually, it is." Christine replied. "When I first saw you jump in dressed like that, I thought you were a bit of a nut. But, thinking about it, swimming in clothes is a lot less nuttier than the stuff I saw when I worked as a public defender in New York."
"Really?"
"Yes. I worked in this strange court. The judge was an amateur magician. Then we had this enormous loveable lug of a bailiff. The ADA was a womanizer. The stories I could tell. Compared to that, your clothed swimming is actually quite sane."
"Glad you don't think I'm crazy anymore."
Christine then started telling anecdotes about her time as a public defender. She also told of her run of bad luck with men, such as her failed marriage, being stalked by the ADA she used to work with (the man followed her to Washington and wound up being sentenced to a home for the insane).
Anthony then began to tell Christine his story. Things like his job, how he was unable to find any nice women to go out with, why he liked clothed swimming. Things like that. All the while Christine was floating on her back and slowly paddling around. The parts of her legs that were above the surface looked very shiny in the dim moonlight. Her dress was slowly moving around her legs and the part that was above the surface shown off Christine's figure rather well. Her legs weren't her only noteworthy feature.
Now treading water normally, Christine asked Anthony "I have an idea you might find interesting."
"Shoot." Anthony responded.
"I was wondering if you would be interested in going with me to dinner functions in the future? You seem like someone I would want to go with."
"Sounds like a great idea, but I have one problem with it."
"What?"
"I can't dance."
Christine then swam closer and embraced Anthony. "It's not that hard. In the pool like this, anyone can be light on their feet." With that, the two of them began a slow dance.
Anthony, enjoying this development, added "Another nice thing about being here is that it is easy to sweep you off your feet!". They went to a deeper area and Christine's feet no longer touched the bottom. As they were dancing around, they entered an area that was even over Anthony's head and both of them went under.
Once underwater, Christine and Anthony looked each other over, rather than immediately surfacing. Christine looked spectacular as her dress rode up considerably, revealing almost the entire length of her legs. Anthony's shirt had started to come untucked. Then they embraced and kissed while they headed for the surface.
Once on the surface, Christine exclaimed "That was fun! Let's do some more!" With that, she dove under with Anthony following close behind. The two of them performed simple aquabatics, surfacing only to take a breath. Taking a break on the surface, Christine asked Anthony "I want to try something else out, something I am sure that you will enjoy. Could you help me with a zipper?"
Anthony replied "Sure thing!" and unzipped Christine's dress. Christine then swam out of it leaving her in a nice black teddy with high-cut legs. One could see that Christine was wearing the sheer-to-waist variety of pantyhose. She then turned to face Anthony and asked "Like what you see?"
"Certainly do!" he commented. Then, they embraced again. Christine was trying to get her hands under Anthony's dress shirt. "Here, let me help with that..." he responded and unbuttoned his shirt. Christine then slid Anthony's shirt off leaving him in his undershirt. A long kiss ensued.
At that moment, Anthony pushed Christine away. "We have to stop." he said. "I know where this is heading. If it doesn't happen in the pool, it would happen in the shower or somewhere else. But this is not the right time."
"Huh?" replied an astonished Christine. "I thought that was what all men wanted! You're not one of those..."
"No, I am not. I was thinking back to what you told me earlier, about how you would have relationships with men, they'd use you, then either leave you or drift away. Christine, you don't know me that well yet. I'm sure if we did it tonight, we would both enjoy it. But what if, later, you decided I wasn't right for you. Then I'd be another name on that list. However, if we get to know each other, then you can decide for yourself if I am right for you."
Christine gave Anthony a quick kiss. "I'm touched. Nobody has ever thought of my feelings like that before. Everyone else thought about their need for gratification first. I think things will work out with us. I like your suggestion."
Anthony commented "Glad you appreciate it. Now about your suggestion that we go out to formal functions together, I accept. It would be an honor. How about we swim around some more?" Christine didn't say a word, but dove under. Anthony took the hint and followed.
After another underwater aquabatics session, the pair gathered their stuff and exited the pool. Christine told Anthony "You can rinse off in the shower out here. Then, you can go to the basement and dry your stuff. One more thing - you sleep on the couch downstairs. Hope you don't mind."
"Wouldn't have it any other way!" responded Anthony. Everything went as planned. Anthony quickly dried his clothes in the dryer and changed back into them. Then he headed for the couch and promptly fell asleep.
Meanwhile, Christine was in her room. She took her torn dress and was going to throw it out, then reconsidered. "I have a better idea..." she thought. "When the time is right, I'll wear it again and tell Anthony to indulge himself. Should be fun for the both of us." After a quick shower, Christine changed into her sleepwear and went to bed, dreaming of the fun she could have with Anthony in the future.
The next morning, Christine and Anthony met in the kitchen for breakfast. Christine was dressed casually in a T-shirt and jeans. As they were eating, Anthony glanced out at the pool and said "How about another swim?" Christine simply gave him a mildly irritated look. He quickly responded "Just kidding. But that was great fun last night. Hopefully it won't be too long before we can do something like that again."
Christine commented "That was fun. The most fun I had in a long time. As for when we will do it again, who knows? But I do hope it is soon too. Now to get you home." With that, Christine and Anthony headed out to the car for the trip.
Though the previous night had started off badly, Christine made a brand new friend and discovered a new way to have fun. Not too bad. Will they have further wet adventures in the future? Time will tell.
Despite that, Christine was very well attired for this event. She wore a nice silky black dress, sheer black pantyhose, and a set of black heels. Once inside, Christine resigned herself to boredom. But, this party was a bit better than most. She actually managed to have an intelligent discussion with some of her fellow Congress members about a few important bills. A few guys did try to pick her up, but she was able to politely blow them off. Still, she thought, if she only had a nice man to go to these events with, that would stop those clowns.
Several hours later, the party ended and the guests left the building and went out into the hot, humid night. As Christine was walking on the sidewalk, headed for her car, it happened. A large, scruffy looking man came running up and grabbed Christine's purse. Rationally, she knew that it was better to simply give up the purse, but instinctively, she wanted to put up a fight. And fight she did. Despite being only 5'6", Christine put up a fairly good fight. But, her assailant was much stronger and threw Christine into some bushes.
However, the punk did not have long to savor his victory. A man saw what happened and took off after the crook. Christine recognized the man pursuing the mugger. It was Anthony (she couldn't remember his last name) and he worked on the staff of a congressman who had an office next to Christine's. Anthony soon caught up with the mugger and started fighting him. After a few minutes, the mugger managed to shove Anthony and send him falling over backwards into a fountain, but not before Anthony was able to rescue Christine's purse. The mugger quickly escaped.
Christine got up and ran over to the fountain. Fortunately, Anthony was able to keep the purse out of the water. He soon got out of the fountain and handed the purse back to Christine.
"Thanks!" exclaimed Christine. "Are you all right?"
Anthony replied "Yes. I'm just wet, that's all. Are you okay? You put up some fight there."
"I think so. I don't think he hit me much. He seems to have just thrown me. But I'm all right."
"Damn!" exclaimed Anthony as he glanced at his (waterproof) watch. "Looks like I missed my ride home."
"Don't worry. I'll drop you off. Where do you live?" Anthony then told Christine his address. "That would be a problem." Christine commented. "To get there, I would have to go through that part of town, and I don't want to drive through there at night, especially after what happened just now. Tell you what, why don't I take you to my place tonight. You can dry off there and rest in the guest room. Then, I'll take you home tomorrow."
"Sounds okay to me."
After a few minutes of checking around the party, Christine located some plastic to cover the front passenger seat of her car so Anthony's wet suit wouldn't drip on it. Then they proceeded to Christine's house. Upon arriving, Christine got out and unlocked the front door. Looking through the open door at the carpeted floor, Anthony said "I can't go in and drip all over your nice carpeting."
"Okay," Christine replied. "Just walk around to the back and I'll let you in the back door."
Anthony then walked around to the backyard of the house. When he got there, he saw that there was a nice, but not too fancy, inground swimming pool. He thought that Christine was lucky to be able to find a house with a pool in this area. But before he could speculate further, Christine had unlocked and opened the back door.
"Nice pool you have." Anthony commented.
"Glad you like it." Christine replied. "Don't ask me how the water is. I've never been in it."
"Huh?" Anthony asked in disbelief.
"It's true. I'm either too busy with work, taking care of things around the house, or just too tired to actually go for a swim. But the pool came with the place and I keep it maintained just in case."
"That's a shame. I was wondering. Since it is so hot and muggy tonight and I don't seem to be drying off, could I cool off in the pool?" inquired Anthony as he removed his jacket, tie, shoes, and wallet.
Christine was a little startled, but started to answer "Well, it is hot tonight, but it doesn't look like you have a swimsuit and I don't allow any skinny-dip..."
Before Christine could finish her sentence, Anthony had jumped into the pool wearing his shirt, dress pants, and socks. "Well, since you are wearing something and you are already in, I'll let you continue." commented Christine.
To Christine, Anthony's swim seemed a little odd, but swimming in clothes was a tiny eccentricity compared to all of the strange and crazy things Christine saw and experienced in her years of working as a public defender in the court of Judge Harold T. Stone, one of the strangest judges in New York City history.
Snapping out of her thoughts, Christine told Anthony "I'll go in the house and get a towel for you when you get out. Also, I'm taking your jacket and shoes in to try to dry them out." Christine then picked up the items and entered the house.
After hanging up the jacket and getting the shoes so they would dry, Christine went and got a towel. As she was getting the towel, she thought about how much fun Anthony seemed to be having in the pool and thought that it might be good to go for a swim herself. So, she grabbed a second towel and headed for her bedroom.
Once in the bedroom, Christine opened a drawer in her dresser which contained her swimsuits. "One-piece or two-piece..." debated Christine. For her, either option would work. Though she was very near 50, she was in excellent shape and would still look good in most bikinis. As she was holding up swimsuits and looking in the mirror, Christine noticed something. It was a rip in her dress. Further examination revealed a few more. Evidently, the fight with the mugger was a bit rougher than she had first thought. She soon found though that the damage was pretty much limited to her dress and a few runs in her pantyhose. She was still uninjured. Then Christine had an idea. Perhaps Anthony was onto something. Since the rips had ruined her dress beyond repair, she could give it a try herself. She might as well have some fun before tossing the dress. Christine put away the swimsuits, removed her shoes and jewelry, picked up the towels, and headed back for the pool.
Returning to the pool, Anthony had noticed Christine had brought two towels. He asked "Hey, why did you bring two towels? One should be enough to dry off with."
Christine responded "If I brought you one, what would I use?"
"Huh?" asked Anthony, who concealed his excitement at this potential development. "You're going for a swim too?"
"Yes. I saw how much fun you were having. Besides, that mugger ripped my dress somewhat, so I figure I have nothing to lose." explained Christine.
"But what about your..."
"I'm not worried about the pantyhose and what I have on underneath is washable. No problem."
Christine then proceeded to the end of the deep end, took a breath, and dove in with a racing dive. Anthony was right, Christine realized, this was fun. She had gone swimming in swimsuits in the past, but this felt different. Perhaps it was the feel of the material or maybe the way it moved in the water. Maybe it was the "naughty" and unconventional aspect of it all. Either way, it was fun. Christine swam underwater towards Anthony for a distance, then surfaced.
Looking at Christine as she surfaced, Anthony admired the sight. Christine's hair was slicked back. The shoulders of her dress poked above the surface of the water and appeared shiny as the material glistened in the dim light. Underwater, the hem of her dress rode up to near miniskirt level and revealled most of her lovely legs.
"Fun, isn't it?" asked Anthony.
"Actually, it is." Christine replied. "When I first saw you jump in dressed like that, I thought you were a bit of a nut. But, thinking about it, swimming in clothes is a lot less nuttier than the stuff I saw when I worked as a public defender in New York."
"Really?"
"Yes. I worked in this strange court. The judge was an amateur magician. Then we had this enormous loveable lug of a bailiff. The ADA was a womanizer. The stories I could tell. Compared to that, your clothed swimming is actually quite sane."
"Glad you don't think I'm crazy anymore."
Christine then started telling anecdotes about her time as a public defender. She also told of her run of bad luck with men, such as her failed marriage, being stalked by the ADA she used to work with (the man followed her to Washington and wound up being sentenced to a home for the insane).
Anthony then began to tell Christine his story. Things like his job, how he was unable to find any nice women to go out with, why he liked clothed swimming. Things like that. All the while Christine was floating on her back and slowly paddling around. The parts of her legs that were above the surface looked very shiny in the dim moonlight. Her dress was slowly moving around her legs and the part that was above the surface shown off Christine's figure rather well. Her legs weren't her only noteworthy feature.
Now treading water normally, Christine asked Anthony "I have an idea you might find interesting."
"Shoot." Anthony responded.
"I was wondering if you would be interested in going with me to dinner functions in the future? You seem like someone I would want to go with."
"Sounds like a great idea, but I have one problem with it."
"What?"
"I can't dance."
Christine then swam closer and embraced Anthony. "It's not that hard. In the pool like this, anyone can be light on their feet." With that, the two of them began a slow dance.
Anthony, enjoying this development, added "Another nice thing about being here is that it is easy to sweep you off your feet!". They went to a deeper area and Christine's feet no longer touched the bottom. As they were dancing around, they entered an area that was even over Anthony's head and both of them went under.
Once underwater, Christine and Anthony looked each other over, rather than immediately surfacing. Christine looked spectacular as her dress rode up considerably, revealing almost the entire length of her legs. Anthony's shirt had started to come untucked. Then they embraced and kissed while they headed for the surface.
Once on the surface, Christine exclaimed "That was fun! Let's do some more!" With that, she dove under with Anthony following close behind. The two of them performed simple aquabatics, surfacing only to take a breath. Taking a break on the surface, Christine asked Anthony "I want to try something else out, something I am sure that you will enjoy. Could you help me with a zipper?"
Anthony replied "Sure thing!" and unzipped Christine's dress. Christine then swam out of it leaving her in a nice black teddy with high-cut legs. One could see that Christine was wearing the sheer-to-waist variety of pantyhose. She then turned to face Anthony and asked "Like what you see?"
"Certainly do!" he commented. Then, they embraced again. Christine was trying to get her hands under Anthony's dress shirt. "Here, let me help with that..." he responded and unbuttoned his shirt. Christine then slid Anthony's shirt off leaving him in his undershirt. A long kiss ensued.
At that moment, Anthony pushed Christine away. "We have to stop." he said. "I know where this is heading. If it doesn't happen in the pool, it would happen in the shower or somewhere else. But this is not the right time."
"Huh?" replied an astonished Christine. "I thought that was what all men wanted! You're not one of those..."
"No, I am not. I was thinking back to what you told me earlier, about how you would have relationships with men, they'd use you, then either leave you or drift away. Christine, you don't know me that well yet. I'm sure if we did it tonight, we would both enjoy it. But what if, later, you decided I wasn't right for you. Then I'd be another name on that list. However, if we get to know each other, then you can decide for yourself if I am right for you."
Christine gave Anthony a quick kiss. "I'm touched. Nobody has ever thought of my feelings like that before. Everyone else thought about their need for gratification first. I think things will work out with us. I like your suggestion."
Anthony commented "Glad you appreciate it. Now about your suggestion that we go out to formal functions together, I accept. It would be an honor. How about we swim around some more?" Christine didn't say a word, but dove under. Anthony took the hint and followed.
After another underwater aquabatics session, the pair gathered their stuff and exited the pool. Christine told Anthony "You can rinse off in the shower out here. Then, you can go to the basement and dry your stuff. One more thing - you sleep on the couch downstairs. Hope you don't mind."
"Wouldn't have it any other way!" responded Anthony. Everything went as planned. Anthony quickly dried his clothes in the dryer and changed back into them. Then he headed for the couch and promptly fell asleep.
Meanwhile, Christine was in her room. She took her torn dress and was going to throw it out, then reconsidered. "I have a better idea..." she thought. "When the time is right, I'll wear it again and tell Anthony to indulge himself. Should be fun for the both of us." After a quick shower, Christine changed into her sleepwear and went to bed, dreaming of the fun she could have with Anthony in the future.
The next morning, Christine and Anthony met in the kitchen for breakfast. Christine was dressed casually in a T-shirt and jeans. As they were eating, Anthony glanced out at the pool and said "How about another swim?" Christine simply gave him a mildly irritated look. He quickly responded "Just kidding. But that was great fun last night. Hopefully it won't be too long before we can do something like that again."
Christine commented "That was fun. The most fun I had in a long time. As for when we will do it again, who knows? But I do hope it is soon too. Now to get you home." With that, Christine and Anthony headed out to the car for the trip.
Though the previous night had started off badly, Christine made a brand new friend and discovered a new way to have fun. Not too bad. Will they have further wet adventures in the future? Time will tell.