Stacey was just finishing the last few buttons on her blouse, ready to head for the office, when she heard Toby barking outside. She peeked out the curtain and there he was, howling away in the back yard. It had just started raining, and that dog is a pussy cat in the rain.
She stopped buttoning, her chest exposed, and ran out to let him in before the dog got seriously muddy. When the door slammed behind her, she realized immediately what she had done. She locked herself out. And the skies opened up. Sheets of water were pouring down, and she was getting soaked. What timing!
Her white silk shirt was clinging to her skin, practically transparent. She could see the outline of her lace bra right through the shirt. Her long red hair was clinging to her back, and she laughed. She held her face to the sky and starting swaying her hips, like the rain was accompanied by slow, sultry music. It felt good to let the warm water roll down her neck, between her breasts. Who cared if she was going to be late for work. She ran her fingers down her body, enjoying the rise and swell of her curves.
>>>"Rainy days and Mondays usually get me down, but this scene is really lifting things up, if you know what I mean." It was Rick, her handsome neighbor, out on his back patio sipping coffee under the awning of his deck. They occasionally shared beers out there on hot summer nights. He was a merciless flirt, but so far, a great big tease. She liked how his gaze flashed up and down her body and lingered on her chest. She knew he could see her hardened nipples through the drenched white silk of her bra.
She curled her full lips into a delicious smile. "Things are getting wet out here, Rick." She kept dancing. She thought she heard him groan.
"Is this some new form of torture?" She laughed. She was having fun. "You can thank the dog. I’m locked out." And that’s when Toby decided to jump on her skirt with his muddy paws. "Toby! You bad, bad dog."
Rick dashed across the yard and held out a hand. "Let’s get you cleaned up. We don’t want these beautiful clothes ruined." He ran a finger down her shirt lapel, grazing the lace trim on her bra.
She caught her breath, and now he was the one snickering, his green eyes locked with hers as he let his fingers linger on her skin.
She was grateful she had on her new thigh high stockings. The ones with the lace on top. Rick was about to pay for the fruitless nights of flirting and teasing.
They left Toby out on the deck and tumbled into the kitchen, breathless from the run across their backyards. Her chest was heaving, and Rick was pulling her toward him with one arm around the small of her back.
She pushed him away. "Hope you don’t mind if I slip out of these wet things." She peeled off her shirt and threw it on the kitchen table, sending a spray of water in his direction.
He fell back into a chair. "Actually, that’s exactly what I had in mind," he said in a thick voice, loosening his tie.
She turned around to give him a good view of the new ruffle panty from Hips and Curves that just arrived the day before. She unzipped the skirt and shimmied her hips while she worked the wet fabric down her ample thighs. She stepped out of her skirt, and bent over, very slowly, to pick it up.
"Oh, Stacey. Why have you been hiding your delicious curves from me?" He reached for her, but she slapped his hand away.
She faced him again, and slowly worked her fingers under the wet fabric of her bra, unfastening the clasps. "We’ve been flirting long enough that you should have uncovered it yourself by now." She twirled the bra on her finger and tossed it in his lap.
Rick moaned and ran a hand down his face. "I deserve this. I admit it."
She reached to roll down one of her thigh highs, but he got up and grabbed her hand. "No, leave those on. Definitely, leave those on. And the stilettos, too."
He pulled his cell out of his pocket, but that wasn't the only thing making it bulge. "Hey, it’s Rick. I won’t be in the office today. Something came up. Something that needs my immediate attention. Yes, i'm sure it will take the entire day." He smiled mischievously and handed the phone to Stacey. "Your turn."
She called in to her office. "I've come down with something," she said, as Rick plastered a trail of kisses down her wet skin, across her stomach and thighs. She hung up with a grin, and pulled him up, so they were nose to nose. "And here I thought Toby was the bad dog."
He didn’t have a chance to protest when she covered his mouth with hers.
She smiled as they kissed. Her timing wasn’t so bad, after all.
By: Roxanne Love
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