Susan's Shower
Starring Susan McGinnis
Written by Nemesoak
Written by Nemesoak
It was spring of 2002 and Susan McGinnis, the adorable hostess of CBS's "Marketwatch" was having an extremely bad day. To begin with, traffic was very heavy and she barely made it to work on time. Next, the elevator up to the where she worked seemed more crowded than usual and she could almost swear that a couple of guys tried to bump into her on purpose.
When she got to her office, things were busy and she had to make a number of phone calls. After being on hold for long periods of time and getting the runaround, Susan accomplished the first part of her tasks for the day. Then, she got a call from her bosses. Alan Greenspan, chairman of the Federal Reserve Board was holding a meeting today and would make an announcement concerning interest rates. However, no one had any idea of when this would happen, so Susan was asked to stay close to the office and be ready for when the announcement came.
This put a crimp in Susan's plans for lunch. So, she scrounged what food she could find - a so-so sandwich and some coffee - and ate at her desk. But it was not a peaceful lunch. She was interrupted a couple of times and nearly spilled coffee on herself twice. Still no announcement. Then, Susan made a quick phone call to inform the person she had taking care of her kids that she didn't know when she would get home from work and to plan accordingly.
The afternoon passed with no announcement. Susan did other work pertaining to her show, but she was getting very impatient. Getting some papers, she bumped into a chair and snagged her new pantyhose, leaving a big run. Then her normal quitting time came. But she still had to wait.
Finally, about 25 minutes after quitting time, Greenspan made his announcement: Interest rates would remain unchanged. Susan was steamed. She had to wait and wait and wait just to hear that Greenspan did what anyone with a functioning brain cell would expect him to do. What a waste of time.
Susan angrily walked out of her office and headed for home. In the ride down on the elevator, she could almost feel a few guys ogling her, which added to her discontent. The traffic was even worse and Susan got home very late.
As she walked into her home, she greeted her kids. "Mustn't take it out on anyone..." she thought. But, Susan's trouble wasn't quite over. Her husband was working even later and the kids were being a bit fussy. She persevered and fed her children and put them to bed.
With what seemed to be the last of the day's tasks out of the way, Susan got herself dinner. She wasn't in the mood for a big meal - her stomach was a bit unsettled - so she decided to have one of those wraps that are heated in the microwave. After a few minutes, her food was ready. Susan took a big bite and the thing exploded, splattering its filling all over her white blouse. Fortunately, her tan skirt was unscathed and she had taken her tan jacket off.
It was too much for her. Susan just sat there and put her head in her arms, too exhausted to do anything else. A few moments later, the door opened. It was her husband.
"Are you all right?" he asked.
"I am, but..." Susan replied. She then related the happenings of the day to her sympathetic husband.
"Honey, you had a rough day. Why not take a nice shower and go to bed? You can sleep as long as you like tomorrow," her husband said.
"I guess you're right." Susan answered. The couple then headed to their bedroom. As she was getting ready to take her shower, Susan removed her skirt. revealing just about all of her short, but nice legs. Then she remembered that she had to rinse her blouse so the stuff she spilled on it wouldn't stain it.
Just then, an idea popped into her mind. Without removing anything else except her watch and jewelry, Susan headed towards the bathroom. "I'm taking my shower now." she said.
"Like that?" her husband asked.
"The blouse needs to be rinsed off and I'm very tired, so I figure I'll get both done at once." As if anticipating a question, Susan added "In case you are wondering, I have nothing on that will get ruined." Then Susan entered the bathroom and shut the door.
Getting into the shower, Susan turned on the water and adjusted the temperature. The water actually felt good as it soaked the feet of her ruined pantyhose and it brought back pleasant memories of an earlier soaking (chronicled in Wet Finance). Then the door opened and a figure walked into the bathroom.
It was Susan's husband. He was curious if she would actually take a shower the way she said she would. He could vaguely see through the distorted glass of the shower door that she indeed was doing as she planned. Her husband had an idea. He exited the bathroom and removed his suit (it was dry clean only), leaving him in an undershirt and boxers. He then returned to the bathroom and entered the shower.
"You're really going to do this, honey, aren't you?" he said.
"Yes. As I said before, I'm tired and I want to get done quickly." Susan replied. "Now, if you don't mind..." With that, Susan turned on the shower and let the water hit the front of her blouse, rinsing off the spilled filling.
Picking up a container of liquid soap, her husband said "Let me help you..." He then began gently rubbing the soap into the stained areas of the blouse, leaving suds in his wake. He paused when he got all the stains covered.
"Don't stop!" requested Susan. Her husband complied and continued his work, much Susan's enjoyment. Soon, her blouse was a mass of soapsuds. Then, she rinsed off the soap and got her head wet in the process. Her dark blonde hair darkened a shade, but still was well complimented by her dark brown eyes.
Susan's blouse was now very translucent, almost transparent, and clearly revealed her off-white, but opaque bra and panties. Taking the soap from her husband, Susan said "Now it's your turn..." Susan then proceeded to soap up her husband. He then rinsed off under the shower.
"That was fun!" her husband stated. "Where did you get the idea?"
"Well," Susan explained, "remember that magazine photo shoot I was in with those other financial reporters?"
"Yes. It came out great."
"At any rate, while we were there, we wound up falling into a pool by accident. But it turned out to be a very pleasant experience. So, I figured a clothed shower might cheer me up a little after what happened today."
"It certainly does wonders for me!" her husband replied. "Too bad I couldn't have seen you and the others in the pool. Must have been incredible! Too bad we don't have a pool. What you have there looks like a bikini with a sheer coverup. It would probably work like one too."
"Honey, a pool would be just another expense, with the extra insurance and whatnot." Susan explained. "But, if you're a good boy, maybe we can go on vacation somewhere nice and private and have our own special pool party..."
"Still, here we are standing around in wet clothes." her husband commented. "Let's try something." He then removed his undershirt and was about to remove Susan's blouse.
"Hey!" Susan exclaimed. "I rinsed it out so I can wear it again, not to have you rip it off!" Susan then gently unbuttoned and removed her blouse. Her already torn pantyhose were removed in a much less delicate manner.
Standing in only their undergarments, the couple embraced and got into a long kiss, moving somewhat to let the shower rinse over them. After a few moments of this, Susan said "It's funny. We are in what look like bathing suits, and could probably pass for them, and yet we are standing around in wet clothes."
"True," her husband responded. "And they say you aren't supposed to do that. I guess we need to remedy that situation..."
They did indeed remedy it and spent some more time enjoying the shower. But the end of the hot water put an end to their play. After shutting off the water, Susan and her husband got out, towelled themselves off, and gathered their wet clothing. The pantyhose were tossed in the trash and the other garments took a quick session in the dryer, coming out nice, dry, and as good as new. Once they dried their hair, the couple then went to bed, both of them in a much better mood than they had been earlier.
For Susan, it was a horrible day, but the night was spectacularly good. What a difference a shower made. Will Susan have more aquatic fun in the future? Time will tell.
When she got to her office, things were busy and she had to make a number of phone calls. After being on hold for long periods of time and getting the runaround, Susan accomplished the first part of her tasks for the day. Then, she got a call from her bosses. Alan Greenspan, chairman of the Federal Reserve Board was holding a meeting today and would make an announcement concerning interest rates. However, no one had any idea of when this would happen, so Susan was asked to stay close to the office and be ready for when the announcement came.
This put a crimp in Susan's plans for lunch. So, she scrounged what food she could find - a so-so sandwich and some coffee - and ate at her desk. But it was not a peaceful lunch. She was interrupted a couple of times and nearly spilled coffee on herself twice. Still no announcement. Then, Susan made a quick phone call to inform the person she had taking care of her kids that she didn't know when she would get home from work and to plan accordingly.
The afternoon passed with no announcement. Susan did other work pertaining to her show, but she was getting very impatient. Getting some papers, she bumped into a chair and snagged her new pantyhose, leaving a big run. Then her normal quitting time came. But she still had to wait.
Finally, about 25 minutes after quitting time, Greenspan made his announcement: Interest rates would remain unchanged. Susan was steamed. She had to wait and wait and wait just to hear that Greenspan did what anyone with a functioning brain cell would expect him to do. What a waste of time.
Susan angrily walked out of her office and headed for home. In the ride down on the elevator, she could almost feel a few guys ogling her, which added to her discontent. The traffic was even worse and Susan got home very late.
As she walked into her home, she greeted her kids. "Mustn't take it out on anyone..." she thought. But, Susan's trouble wasn't quite over. Her husband was working even later and the kids were being a bit fussy. She persevered and fed her children and put them to bed.
With what seemed to be the last of the day's tasks out of the way, Susan got herself dinner. She wasn't in the mood for a big meal - her stomach was a bit unsettled - so she decided to have one of those wraps that are heated in the microwave. After a few minutes, her food was ready. Susan took a big bite and the thing exploded, splattering its filling all over her white blouse. Fortunately, her tan skirt was unscathed and she had taken her tan jacket off.
It was too much for her. Susan just sat there and put her head in her arms, too exhausted to do anything else. A few moments later, the door opened. It was her husband.
"Are you all right?" he asked.
"I am, but..." Susan replied. She then related the happenings of the day to her sympathetic husband.
"Honey, you had a rough day. Why not take a nice shower and go to bed? You can sleep as long as you like tomorrow," her husband said.
"I guess you're right." Susan answered. The couple then headed to their bedroom. As she was getting ready to take her shower, Susan removed her skirt. revealing just about all of her short, but nice legs. Then she remembered that she had to rinse her blouse so the stuff she spilled on it wouldn't stain it.
Just then, an idea popped into her mind. Without removing anything else except her watch and jewelry, Susan headed towards the bathroom. "I'm taking my shower now." she said.
"Like that?" her husband asked.
"The blouse needs to be rinsed off and I'm very tired, so I figure I'll get both done at once." As if anticipating a question, Susan added "In case you are wondering, I have nothing on that will get ruined." Then Susan entered the bathroom and shut the door.
Getting into the shower, Susan turned on the water and adjusted the temperature. The water actually felt good as it soaked the feet of her ruined pantyhose and it brought back pleasant memories of an earlier soaking (chronicled in Wet Finance). Then the door opened and a figure walked into the bathroom.
It was Susan's husband. He was curious if she would actually take a shower the way she said she would. He could vaguely see through the distorted glass of the shower door that she indeed was doing as she planned. Her husband had an idea. He exited the bathroom and removed his suit (it was dry clean only), leaving him in an undershirt and boxers. He then returned to the bathroom and entered the shower.
"You're really going to do this, honey, aren't you?" he said.
"Yes. As I said before, I'm tired and I want to get done quickly." Susan replied. "Now, if you don't mind..." With that, Susan turned on the shower and let the water hit the front of her blouse, rinsing off the spilled filling.
Picking up a container of liquid soap, her husband said "Let me help you..." He then began gently rubbing the soap into the stained areas of the blouse, leaving suds in his wake. He paused when he got all the stains covered.
"Don't stop!" requested Susan. Her husband complied and continued his work, much Susan's enjoyment. Soon, her blouse was a mass of soapsuds. Then, she rinsed off the soap and got her head wet in the process. Her dark blonde hair darkened a shade, but still was well complimented by her dark brown eyes.
Susan's blouse was now very translucent, almost transparent, and clearly revealed her off-white, but opaque bra and panties. Taking the soap from her husband, Susan said "Now it's your turn..." Susan then proceeded to soap up her husband. He then rinsed off under the shower.
"That was fun!" her husband stated. "Where did you get the idea?"
"Well," Susan explained, "remember that magazine photo shoot I was in with those other financial reporters?"
"Yes. It came out great."
"At any rate, while we were there, we wound up falling into a pool by accident. But it turned out to be a very pleasant experience. So, I figured a clothed shower might cheer me up a little after what happened today."
"It certainly does wonders for me!" her husband replied. "Too bad I couldn't have seen you and the others in the pool. Must have been incredible! Too bad we don't have a pool. What you have there looks like a bikini with a sheer coverup. It would probably work like one too."
"Honey, a pool would be just another expense, with the extra insurance and whatnot." Susan explained. "But, if you're a good boy, maybe we can go on vacation somewhere nice and private and have our own special pool party..."
"Still, here we are standing around in wet clothes." her husband commented. "Let's try something." He then removed his undershirt and was about to remove Susan's blouse.
"Hey!" Susan exclaimed. "I rinsed it out so I can wear it again, not to have you rip it off!" Susan then gently unbuttoned and removed her blouse. Her already torn pantyhose were removed in a much less delicate manner.
Standing in only their undergarments, the couple embraced and got into a long kiss, moving somewhat to let the shower rinse over them. After a few moments of this, Susan said "It's funny. We are in what look like bathing suits, and could probably pass for them, and yet we are standing around in wet clothes."
"True," her husband responded. "And they say you aren't supposed to do that. I guess we need to remedy that situation..."
They did indeed remedy it and spent some more time enjoying the shower. But the end of the hot water put an end to their play. After shutting off the water, Susan and her husband got out, towelled themselves off, and gathered their wet clothing. The pantyhose were tossed in the trash and the other garments took a quick session in the dryer, coming out nice, dry, and as good as new. Once they dried their hair, the couple then went to bed, both of them in a much better mood than they had been earlier.
For Susan, it was a horrible day, but the night was spectacularly good. What a difference a shower made. Will Susan have more aquatic fun in the future? Time will tell.
