As I set my Walkman aside I realize that it has begun to rain. Stepping out onto the back porch I feel the cool air wash over my body. The rain is pouring down in fat heavy drops. I lean against the porch rail for a bit, enjoying the coolness, admiring the view. The trees that hide the old farmhouse bend their branches in the wet breeze. Water pours down in a fountain from the rainspout.
After watching for a moment I remember that I have some shampoo in my gym bag. The house is completely secluded, and I was hot and sweaty. "Why not" I think, and go inside.
I take the shampoo and a towel from the bag and go back to the utility room. Stripping out of the T-shirt, I toss it in the corner, undo the white lacy bra and tossed it in the same direction, kicking off my sandals, wiggling out of my cut offs, and finally slipping down the white satin thong. Then picking up the shampoo, I run out the back door and down the back steps before I can change my mind.
The falling rain caresses my hot skin, just cool enough to make my nipples tighten. I step under the rainspout, letting the water pour over me, gasping at the cold. Pouring a little of the shampoo into my hands I work it through my hair, then step back into the water to rinse.
Out of the corner of my eye I suddenly see you walk out from behind the house, a bucket of paint in one hand. I freeze for an instant, my heart pounding, not sure what to do. It only takes a moment to decide to pretend I don't see you. Deep down I've always been an exhibitionist and this is the perfect opportunity to act on the impulse.
I let my fingers slowly follow the water down my body, sliding over the silky skin of my breasts, teasing the already tight nipples, feeling them harden even more, moaning softly as I see you drop the paint. Leaning back I let the water hit my face, opening my mouth, letting the cool clean water run down. One hand reached up to tease at my sensitive nipple as the other wandered down over my stomach, down and down, slowly parting my legs, teasing my fingertips along my upper thigh.
Then I move my hand over the smooth skin of my mons, the water running down my body, between my legs. Parting my legs further I let the full force hit my most delicate parts, parting the lips with my fingers as I moan with pleasure.
A streak of lightening and loud thunderclap startle me. I scream, and in the next instant you are there, taking me in your arms. I look up to see you blushing as you realize what you have done.
