Chapter 4: Lightening Strikes
When Sarah left the house that morning the weather report had said it would rain, even the darkening sky had said it would rain, but Sarah figured that by the time she was ready to make her way home the rain would have passed and the day would be once again bright and beautiful. This was the kind of thinking that usually got her into trouble. So why would today be any different? Well, fate had a way of moving things along in the direction it wanted them today, so hurrying out the door without her umbrella, fate just told Sarah that she was in for an interesting day to say the least. Little did Sarah know that fate had planned this day for a long, long time.
Before the rain started it was one of those days that make you sorry you have to move. The air was so hot and oppressive that you couldn't move without sweating and doing anything remotely fun was completely out of the question. Sarah decided the best place to be was somewhere cool and air-conditioned, the mall. Wearing a very light yellow flowered t-shirt and long flowing soft yellow skirt Sarah headed out that morning, deciding she didn't feel like lugging an umbrella around all day, she figured she would face the rain head on and have dinner out if it started, then take a taxi home.
You could tell by people's attitudes that the humidity was starting to get to them, everyone seemed to be snapping at one another, and the general mood was one of discomfort. Things had gotten so bad; Sarah began to wish for a good hard rain, one that would finally cool everyone off. The day turned out to be pretty uneventful and as the temperatures soared so did the tempers. Sarah decided to call it a day and headed for home, hoping the rain would hold off just a little while longer. It did but only long enough for her to get too far home to turn back and far enough out in the middle of no where with no phone or shelter.
The sky seemed to open up and pour a ton of water everywhere. In seconds Sarah was soaked to the skin making her blouse cling to her as though it were her second skin. The breeze against the wet blouse causing a chill and making her nipples protrude hard and proud, the water even ran down the backs of her legs and the inside of her thighs. All in all making Sarah almost completely miserable. If it hadn't been so cold, Sarah would have sat down and cried at the suddenness of the downpour, still two miles or more from home the walk was strenuous enough for her but couple with the rain she knew she would be more than miserable by the time she reached home.
Matt slowed his speed as the heavens opened up and caused the roads to become slick and dangerous. He knew that everyone would enough the respite from the humidity, but he also knew that some people never learned to drive in inclement weather at that made for hazardous driving conditions. He was still a couple of miles from home and he definitely wanted to make it home alive.
He noticed her right away, slowly plodding along, soaked to the skin, her blouse plastered against her. He thought to stop and offer her a ride, thinking she looked like a drowned rat but he was past her by the time her completed the full thought. As he drove along Matt was unable to get her out of his mind. The shirt had left little to the imagination and he had glimpsed her hard nipples pressing against the wet material, when something in him began to stir and harden, he was pretty sure that the rain had nothing to do with it, but perhaps, he thought as he took the turn and headed back to offer her a ride that a certain drenched red-head might have a little something to do with it.
When Matt pulled up beside Sarah, first she was going to ignore him, never one to take rides from strangers even in the pouring rain, and on her lips was a polite refusal but once she realised who it was she was still going to refuse him when she saw that he was driving his Jag.
"Hi," Matt said, "Wanna ride?"
As Sarah leaned against the side of his car to talk to him Matt was able to see directly down the front of her shirt.
Unaware of the fact, Sarah smiles at him, "Thanks for the offer," she said, "But if you think I'm getting into this beautiful car when I'm soaking wet you better think again."
"I could make you wetter, then it wouldn't matter." Matt said with a mischievous grin on his face.
Sarah blushed hotly trying to figure out if Matt was flirting with her or not, worried about getting the wrong idea.
"Seriously though," he continued, "I have a nice warm blanket in the back."
Sarah was still hesitant, but she was standing there getting wetter by the minute and at least it was leather so it would dry easier.
"Well…" she started as Matt popped open the door and reached into the back seat for the blanket, her decision made for her.
"Here," he said, "Put it under you and then wrap the rest around you."
Matt had a way of making people feel comfortable and put Sarah at ease immediately.
"Thanks," Sarah said and then promptly sneezed. Great she thought all I need now is a cold. Sarah shivered a little at the air conditioning in the car.
"Bless you," Matt said, "But I think you should get out those wet clothes, I promise not to look." He added.
Sarah giggled at the thought of anyone being interested in seeing her naked and at the thought of stripping in the car, "Sure, sure," she joked, "If you're not going to watch I'm not going to strip."
Matt smiled at her, GOD; she thought what a sexy sweet smile.
Matt was kind of hoping she was serious about him watching her strip, but he also suspected she wasn't.
"OK," he said, "If you want me to watch, you'll just have to wait until I find a place to pull over,"
