I have a white sundress and strappy heels on. It’s pouring down rain. I get out of the car and dance, spinning and twirling as the rain soaks the cotton dress and it clings to my skin. My red hair curls wildly as it gets drenched; ringlets stick to my forehead, neck and shoulders. The wet dress plastered to my body shows the outline of the white lace bra I’m wearing, which is now pretty much see through too. You can see my white garter belt and stockings as the dress, hugs wet and sheer to my hips and thighs. My laughter reaches the window on the second floor where you stand watching me but I don’t know you’re there.
When there is no hope of salvaging the outfit at all, I dart around the back of the house, where I can strip and leave the wet things for someone to take care of and forget them.
There is a bright blue bolt of lightning that seems to light up the world. Naked and dripping I emerge from the back entryway as the deafening crack of thunder announces the loss of electrical power and our bodies collide. I look up into your eyes, the cold rain dripping in rivers from the curling locks of my hair, tracing lines down my body, but the goose bumps are not from that. They are from the new wet that comes over me, the heat in my pussy as I look at you so close to me, as I’m so naked and vulnerable.
The power is out, we are all alone in this big house, I’m naked, wet (in more ways than one) and trembling in your arms…
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