The Wet Shoe Club. Steve was sitting on the side of the pool, his legs swishing aimlessly through the water as he watched the passing ladies and wished that they were wearing shoes. You see Steve has a fetish. Its a fetish for shoes, more precisely its a fetish for shoes that get wet and / or messy. He's a strictly straight guy, mid twenties, firm build, short brown hair, and right at that particular moment he was watching a lithe young lady swim by and imagining what she would like in red patent heels. He imagined the way they would look as they cut through the water, bright flashes of red in the bright blue depths of the pool. He turned as a movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. The body gaurd was walking back to her station, her white Nike trainers squeeking as the soles touched the wet tiled surfaces of the walkway. Oh how Steve wished that she would walk over to him, sit down and swing her legs over the edge, her trainers dissappearing under the water in a manner that was already turning Steve on. Turning and slipping back into the water, Steve swam to the shallow end of the pool. The pool was designed in such a manner that it looked like an artificial beach, the shallow end having no wall. You justed walked straight in. It was here that Steve made for and eventually reached. He lay there and heard a sound. It was a sound he had become very familiar with, and one he looked forward to hearing. It was the sound of High Heels! He turned to see where the sound was coming from, hoping to catch a glimpse of this ladies footwear, not daring to hope for what was about to happen. There were four girls walking towards the pool, all fully dressed, one wearing jeans, the other three wearing skirts. All four were wearing t-shirts. Steve strained to read what was printed on them. "W-w-w-wet.... wet what?" he wondered, and then he saw it. The t-shirts yelled "WET SHOE CLUB". Steves heart skipped a beat. Could it be that his fantasies were coming true right in front of him? He blinked and looked again. Yes! He hadn't miss-read the shirts proclaimation, they did belong to the Wet Shoe Club! Quickly he looked downwards at their footwear, expecting to see some old shoes that they had dug out, expecting them never to get their best shoes wet. His heart skipped again! Three of the girls were wearing heels of about 4 inches in height. One was wearing a pair of black suede heels, one wore black leather heels with a single ankle strap and one wore, to Steves amazement, a pair of red patent heels. The girl with the jeans wore a pair of white Reebok Freestyle High trainers. Steve lay there in the warm shallow water, face down so no-one could see the bulge in his trunks, and waited for the show to begin. All four girls approached the water giggling nervously. "They are obviously enjoying this as much as I am", Steve noted. "OK, what do I do?" The blonde with the suede heels asked. "Well", said the one wearing the black leather heels, "you can do this how you want, but try it my way first, I thinks it more fun!". The blonde giggled again and edged towards the water a little further. Now she stood with the water lapping just an inch from her toes on this ceramic beach. She lifted her right foot slowly and rested her heel in an inch and a half of water. She wiggled her foot and watched the water splash a little from her heel. Gently she lowered he foot so that the rippling water brushed the sole of her right shoe. She hesitated and then lowered it a little more. The water lapped gently along the side of her shoe, the suede becoming damp and glistening. "This is it!" Steve thought excitedly as she very gently submerged the toe of her shoe. He watched fixatedly as the suede leather first resisted the water, but then allowed it to flow over her toe and into her shoe. The girl let out a pleased sigh and closed her eyes. She wiggled her toes in her shoe and felt the water sloshing around inside it. "That feels so good!" she breathed, and brought her left foot forward. This time, she let her foot stay flat so that the sole of her shoe dragged along the ceramic tiles. The toe of her right shoe touched water and the suede immediately began to drink it up. She could wait no longer and brought her left foot level with her right, both shoes now under a half inch of water, and both feet wiggling to get the most out of the experience. The other three girls now moved forwards and never looked like stopping. In fact, they did, but only after their shoes were squishing quite nicely. While the girl wearing the Reeboks looked down at her soggy trainers (and then made them a little more soggy by submerging them so that only the velcro part of the shoe was above water), the girl in the red patent heels sat down. As her skirt wicked the water up, she stretched her legs out so that her shoes were completely submerged. Steve still watched fascinated and he was amazed that the red patent was so bright under water. He turned and watched the girl with the black leather ankle strap heels as she edged forward until the water was gently washing over the straps. The black, he noted, was also more defined under water. All four girls now gathered together and sat down, their feet (and shoes) out in front of them, the water lapping over their legs and moistening their clothing. They were all laughing and really enjoying their shoe wetting! The girl wearing red heels leant forwards and slipped them off. She brought them towards her and began to play with them in the water, filling them and pouring their contents over her t-shirt. Time and time (to Steves amusement) she dunked her shoes under the water before emptying them out again. "ut-oh" the blonde said, "here comes the lifeguard" The girl with the red shoes pushed them underwater again and slipped them back on her feet. All four stood to face the lifeguard, knowing that they would be forced to leave ("bathing while fully clothed is not permitted" the sign read). "Come on you four!!", yelled the lifeguard, "Outta there!!!" "Make us!", the Reebok wearer retorted", and to Steves utter amazement, she did!!! She walked straight into the pool, still in her Nikes (with bubbles now streaming from the airholes), right up to the four girls and dragged them out. Steves last exciting view of them (at least that day), was as they came out of the pool with water streaming down their legs and pooling around their shoes. As he heard them squelch up the walkway to the changing rooms, Steve knew he would have to try and find out more about the "Wet Shoe Club".