I stand on the sidewalk, holding an umbrella gingerly over my head. Water pitter-patters all around me, spattering my shoes. My dress blows in the wind, and I move a hand down to ensure it still covers my legs. Carefully, I lean forward to peer over the edge of the traffic. Where are you?
Suddenly, a taxi honks as it drives by, the driver yelling profanity. Water splashes up over my legs. Huffing impatiently, I take half a step back onto the sidewalk and bend, using my free hand to attempt to wipe as much of the muddy rainwater off as I can. My soaked skin prickles in the cold rain, and my red nail polish contrasts sharply with my pale skin. For fucks sake! I inwardly protest at my soaked state - I'd tried to make sure I look good for you.
"Need a hand?" A voice inquires. I cast a glance upwards, but the brim of the umbrella blocks my view of the stranger's face. Before me stands lean legs clad in simple blue jeans, and a white dress shirt. Getting up, I get a view of the face.
"There you are!" I gasp, jumping into your arms for a hug, rainwater momentarily forgotten. You chuckle, wrapping your strong arms around my slender frame. As I pull back, I can't resist planting a quick kiss on your lips. I taste the rainwater on your skin, and I lick my lips as I pull away.
"What is it?" You stoop to scoop up my small suitcase, perched next to my feet.
"Nothing." I cover my mouth with my hand, stifling giggles. You taste good, I think.
"Come on, let's go to my car." We walk next to one another down the sidewalk, enjoying the comfortable closeness. My heels click as I take two steps for every one of yours. We chat of our lives since we have last seen one another. Life is busy for the both of us, it seems. The fascinating chatter of conversation warms me up, and by the time I'm sliding into the passenger seat of your car, my legs have nearly dried off.
As you walk around the car to get into the driver's seat, I gently fix my hair and makeup, ensuring my mascara hasn't smudged in the rainy weather. The driver's door opens, the car starts, and we are on our way to your apartment.
Continuing our conversation is easy, despite the tension that hangs in the air.
"I'm excited to see your place - for real, this time! Not just through a webcam." Meeting up with you in person for the first time is thrilling. You're even sexier in person. I wonder if your apartment will be different up close, like you.
"Yeah, it's a pretty sweet place." Your eyes remained focused on the road as traffic comes to a halt. Rush hour. A grin crosses my face, a mischievous look reaching my eyes. Never have I been so excited about gridlock.
"Ugh, Rami. My clothes are soaked." I run a hand over my calves, brushing off non-existent water. Your eyes naturally follow my hand, and I catch you looking a little longer than you need to.
"Yeah, gotta get you home and dried off." Ever the gentleman, you don't quite take the bait. That's alright. I can keep going.
"You know what's nice though?" I slide a hand up my muscular thigh, hitching up the hem of my dress a good two inches. "I don't have to worry about my panties getting all wet."
"Oh?" To the outside observer, you appear disinterested, your eyes scanning the mirrors of the car, your focus remaining with the road. I catch your quick glance to my thighs, your tiny intake of breath. Oh shit, I'm going to get it when we get home, I muse internally. Good.
"Well, I'm not wearing any." I let my hand travel slowly towards the inside of my thighs, showing the smallest amount of my panty-less state.
You don't even glance at me. You swallow hard, moving the car forward a few feet before we have to stop again. You put the car in park, we're going to be stuck here for awhile. About five seconds passes before you finally look at me. Your brown eyes bore into my green ones, and I almost look away under the weight of your gaze. Almost.
