It poured raining today. The best part was that it wasn’t a thunderstorm, just a strong sunshower. I felt so wonderful today, I decided to go play out in the rain. I threw on an old white camisole and some cute panties, and I went out into my back yard. I left my towel just inside my kitchen door, so I would be able to reach in and grab it to dry myself off without getting my kitchen floors all messed up.
I walked out, and immediately my shirt became transparent with the torrent that barraged me right outside my front door. I started dancing and skipping and playing in the rain. It wasn’t long before I noticed my naughty neighbor from before watching me as I paraded around my yard, a smirk on his face. I couldn’t tell if the smirk was at my immaturity in playing in the rain, or at how sexy I had to look all coated in skin-sucking, see-through fabric. Either way, I smiled and waved him over. He disappeared from the window, but it took him a few minutes to come over. When he did show up, he was wearing some swim trunks. We started splashing each other with the little puddles invading my yard. Before long, the shower stopped, and the sun started to warm our skin, minus the parts that were still covered in wet fabric.
We wrapped our arms around each other and walked slowly back to my back door. We shared my towel, and he was a gentleman enough to allow me to use it first. Since I wanted to make sure that I didn’t drench it and make it useless to him, I stripped down right there in the yard and dried every inch of my skin. I guess I surprised him with that move, because when I turned to hand him the towel, he had that slack-jawed look. His dick was giving him a tent through the wet pants, so I just handed him the towel with a sly smile. I told him to bring it in when he was done, and I traipsed through my back door with my wet things. I hung them on the edge of the kitchen sink to dry before proceeding to my bedroom and into my bathroom. I started the shower and started humming a lively little tune as I waited for him to catch up.
It wasn’t long before I felt his presence outside the shower. I turned my head slightly, and gave him an inviting wink. He slid in behind me, pinned me to the wall, and basked in the warmth of the water. Then, he turned me around to face him, pinned me to the shower wall, and slid between my thighs. I wrapped my thighs around his hips as he slid into me. We made love in my shower until the water started to run cold, then he carried me, wrapped in a towel, to the bed. He fucked me senseless through the rest of the afternoon. Now, I’m famished. I’m going to go fix myself a nice salad with some crusty bread loaded with soup.
A lot of my clients really enjoy my long hair, wanting me to lay it across them and let it cover them like a soft blanket. Sometimes, I put it in a very long braid and spank a particular client who really likes that. Yesterday, I went in to the salon for a treatment and couldn’t help but notice a man staring at me as my hair was blown dry. With it falling around my shoulders, I could see him sitting there not bothering to look away. I could see his reflection in the mirror in front of me, he had a raging hard-on and was jacking off from beneath the magazine he pretended to look at.
