Sally in the Sand; and I get a Soaking

by Crinckly-Mack

At the end of my first year at Grammar School, my parents took me on holiday to Cornwall. We had to have a cheap holiday in a beachside chalet, because as a family we were not very well off.

On the first afternoon there I meet Sally, a girl from a big city near my home. Her family too were a bit hard-up, and she had to wear her school skirt on holiday. It was grey and flared and I loved it. That day was not warm enough to go swimming, so we walked along the beach, until we found a secluded spot on top of the sand dunes and sit down to chat. After exchanging general school experiences, I worked the conversation round to fights, and I asked her if girls had fights, and what they did in a fight? She said they did have physical fights, quite often over a boy, and usually they fought a bit like boys, in that they rolled about on the ground, often pulling each other's hair, until one of them got on top and made the loser submit. I asked if she had had fights like that, and to my excited pleasure, she said yes, several, and went on to describe them to me. By now I was really excited and aroused and rather blurted out a challenge for a wrestle; she agreed, seemingly very eagerly, and I took her by surprise as I leapt on her and lay on top of her as she lay on her back in the sand. We wrestled frantically and squirmed about, and her skirt flapped about as she kicked about with her legs and tried unsuccessfully to get me off her. As she tired, I rose up and straddled her, and pinned her wrists either side of her head. Her hair lay disheveled over her face, and through it she hissed "You beast! You've defeated me!" However it seemed to me that she was far from being upset or frightened at her predicament, and at no time did she beg or even ask me to release her. So we stayed like that for a long time. I have since thought of my motivation for my actions, especially as I had on many other occasions found it to be defeats that most aroused me; I think now, looking back, that it was not my triumph that excited me but my fascination with what Sally was thinking and feeling at her defeat, especially a defeat in her lovely grey flared schoolgirl skirt - I was "identifying with her", and her defeat. Indeed, that was probably why I have always been so excited by recollections of David going down to defeat in his long gaberdine mac. Anyway, when time came to return to our chalets for tea I let her up and help brush the sand off her, and she had, somewhat to my relief, no hesitation in agreeing to meet me the next afternoon.

The next day, the weather was much better and we were able to go for a swim after lunch. Both of us had our costumes on under our ordinary clothes, and I had my pants folded in my pocket. After a good swim, we returned to "our" secluded dune to dry ourselves and change back into our ordinary clothes. Suddeny, without warning, Sally produced from her basket a blue, single texture, mackintosh cape with hood, which she said we could use to cover ourslves while we changed! Ecstasy for me!! When it was my turn, I put it on, dropped my trunks and dried myself. I was overwhelmed by the pleasure of being naked in the cape, and I could not help myself as I pulled the hood well up and forward and tied the drawstrings tightly. Then I could control myself no longer, and, with a helpless cry of "MACKINTOSH" I dropped to my knees and then fell forwards to lie flat on the sand. Sally instantly took her chance to have her revenge for her defeat the previous day and leapt on my back to sit astride my shoulders and pin me down pressing my hood into the sand. Sally pinned me there face down in triumph, teasing me continuously about my being her captive in the mackintosh cape, until we had to go back to our chalets.

We went for a swim again the following day, but on this occasion, just as Sally had finished dressing under the cape, I grabbed her, took her down onto the sand and pinned her there. My hands were free, so I reached down and pulled the hood out from under her head and erected it, tying the drawstrings under her chin. "Now it's your turn for a defeat in the cape - and in your super skirt!" I said. We again stayed there like that for some time and then she suddeny said "You're always going on about my skirt - it's only my school skirt"; then "You don't want to wear it do you? Or perhaps you do". "N-n-no" I responded; "Then I dare you!" came her challenge. I could not resist. I let her up, and she removed her skirt, took my shorts and put them on under the cape. Then she took the cape off and gave it to me, and after I had removed my trunks and made sure I was dry, I put on my pants and then the skirt. I put my hands quickly out of the cape's arm slits in case she attacked me, but as she did, I couldn't help it as she took me down and pinned my wrists either side of my head; the effect of this was to smother my face under the folds of the cape. All my squirming was to no avail, although the movements I could feel of the folds of the skirt excited me, and I lay there helpless. "Now you know what it's like to be defeated in a skirt and a cape!" Sally said gleefully, and she pinned me there for the rest of the afternoon, with much teasing. My feelings were just what they had been during my fight with Jane, but, now that I was older, with a consequence that was not yet possible during the earlier fight.

We also swapped shorts and skirt the following day, but this time Sally was really quick and jumped on me while she still had the cape on. As it happened we got caught that day in a sudden very heavy rain shower as we fought, and Sally put the hood up to protect herself and arranged the cape over me so I was completely covered by it - I drew my knees right up in the skirt and all of me stayed snug and dry in my impromptu "mackintosh-tent".

I did not get the chance for any more romps with Sally, but as she left at the end of our first week there, she gave me the cape, saying that it had not been on the inventory of the chalet owner's possessions and must have been left there by a previous tenant. I explained the cape to my mother by saying that it had been given me to use as a changing garment for after swimming, and I think she accepted that explanation for what would otherwise have been a very unusual, if not rather sinister, gift for a boy. Although Sally had gone, and I missed her no end, as can be imagined, that was not the last of my adventures in the cape!

With Sally gone, there were no girls, or, indeed, any children of around my age in the chalets. My focus turned to the caravan park in a field behind the chalets. I met a group of children there. The eldest, aged 14 I think, was a girl called Julia, who was there with her 9 year old brother. There were also twins, a boy and girl, aged 10. Julia was very much the "Queen Bee" of the group, and very bossy, as well as being really scathing in her frequent "put-down" comments, especially about me. On the one hand, I hated her for this, but, on the other, I couldn't help falling for her as I adored the summer dress she wore over multi-layered petticoats. The second day I met them, my parents had gone off all day, leaving me ith a sandwich lunch. It was cool and cloudy, so I excitedly donned the blue cape before going to the field. I told the others I had been ordered by my mother to wear it, but Julia taunted me incessantly. I wondered off, and began exploring a shed near the shower block with tools in it; I found a brass hand-sprayer which produced a fine spray if pumped into use. I filled it with water, crept up behind Julia and let her have the spray right up her petticoats! She sceamed with surprise and rage and after a short chase, she leapt on me, forced me down in my cape and straddled me, smothering me in her damp petticoats. I heard her whisper something to one of the others, and after a few minutes, I heard "See how you like a wetting - throw the bucketful over him" I felt the cape lifted up and then a bucket full of water all over me! I howled with horror, and burst into tears! Julia got up off me and I fled back to our chalet, soaking wet. Once there, I stripped off in the shower and hung up the cape inside out and all my sodden clothes to dry. I towelled myself down and put on more clothes. Then, as the cape dried, I finished the job with my towel, and began to think. I dare not wear new clothes in case the same thing was done to me again, but then I had a brainwave. Donning my swimming trunks I put on the cape, to great excitement. I went back to the caravan field and rejoined the other children. Julia once again taunted me cruelly and when I replied defiantly, she again pinned me down under her petticoats. This time there was no soaking but merely a humiliating defeat and a string of hurtful taunts.

That was the last encounter I had in the gorgeous mackintosh cape, as I spent the remaining days in my parents' company. I tried frantically to think of a good, and innocent, reason for us to take the cape home with us, but without success; it was left there, and all I had were my delicious memories.

Crinckly-Mack

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