Catherine was a guest lecturer at a small, southern, community college. She had been in town for just under three weeks. Her lecture that day had lasted a little longer than usual. Then, the students had many more questions than they normally did. Now, it, was getting late. She hoped she hadn't missed her ride.
To add insult to injury, Catherine's friend, Sandy, who usually picked her up, had failed to arrive that evening. It was Sandy who had arranged for the guest lecturing position at the college. Since this temporary position was a good distance from her home in Chicago, Catherine had not brought her own car. Sandy had faithfully, up until that evening, taken Catherine wherever she needed to go. No one knew why she had failed to arrive that evening?
Catherine had turned down several offers from students willing to take her back to her motel room. After all, she assumed she had a ride coming for her.
By the time she realized her friend wasn't coming, it was getting dark and everyone else had left campus. Now, she was stranded, and alone outside the darkened lecture hall. All Catherine knew was she was three miles from her motel, tired, and it was getting late. She decided to walk to her motel. The walk would do her good. She could get some exercise and walk off her anger at not being picked up.
Catherine was a lovely young lady in her late twenties with dark brown, shoulder length, hair. She exercised regularly and had a nice figure. She had just enough body fat to give her some great curves. When Catherine started walking toward her motel, she had failed to notice the darkening sky. Unknown to Catherine, storm clouds had been gathering all afternoon. Before she had gotten a half mile, it started raining.
In no time, Catherine looked like a soaked kitten. Her make-up was running down her face. Her well kept hair hung limply around her neck and shoulders. Her thin knee-length dress was soaked and clinging to her body. The wet dress closely followed every curve of Catherine's body, especially her ample breasts.
Just as the clouds opened up, and the rain came down in buckets, Michael pulled up and offered Catherine a lift. She had known Michael since she first arrived at the college. Michael had been one of the first people she had met there, and she liked what she saw.
Michael worked in the maintenance department, and had initially helped her find her way around the small, but confusing, campus.
Maintaining the grounds had kept Michael in excellent condition. He, too, was in his late twenties. He was not overly muscled, but he had a solid build with no visible fat. His blonde hair complimented a dark tan. The tan obtained from many hours spent working in the sun. His deep blue eyes had fascinated Catherine from the time of their first meeting. Since their first introduction, she had been hoping he would ask her out .
With little hesitation, Catherine accepted Michael's offer and climbed in beside him. Just as she seated herself and closed the door, the rain intensified. It was falling in a torrent, and the wind was howling through the tree tops.
Michael could barely see the road ahead and had to drive very slowly. Running off the road would not be a good way to impress Catherine, and he did indeed want to make a good impression on her.
He had admired her since their first meeting as well. However, she was a professor, and he was just a maintenance man. In the hierarchy of academia, a mere maintenance man didn't ask a professor for a date. Michael knew his place. He certainly didn't want to offend her by asking her out.
As he slowly drove toward Catherine's motel, Michael couldn't help but notice how her clinging wet dress accentuated her breasts. Her nipples were erect from the cool rain, and were plainly visible as they strained against the soaked fabric. If she was wearing a bra, but it was a thin one. Michael felt a twinge of excitement in his crotch.
Both Catherine and Michael seemed tense as they headed for her motel. Both had dated before, but neither had a steady partner. Catherine and Michael were both somewhat shy, and had not, as yet, found that special someone.
As Michael's car crawled through the storm toward Catherine's motel, they chatted and began to relax with each other. By the time they got to the motel, they were telling jokes and laughing about the storm. Catherine had accepted Michael's offer to go out for dinner with him. However, she needed to dry off and change clothes first.
The laughter stopped when they got to Catherine's motel. Due to the heavy rain and a blocked storm drain, the lobby and entire first floor were flooded with nearly a foot of water. Unfortunately, Catherine's room was on the ground floor, and the authorities wouldn't let her get near it.
As she returned to Michael's car, Catherine was obviously upset. She told him about the flooded area, and asked, "Now what am I going to do? They won't even let me get some dry clothes! I can not go out looking like this."
"I have a suggestion. You can come to my place, take a shower, and dry off. While you're in the shower, I'll find something for dinner, and dry your clothes. Then, you can stay on my couch tonight." Michael offered.
Catherine gazed at Michael's smiling face, looked into his deep blue eyes, and softly said, "All right! I don't seem to have many options, and that sounds like fun. But, my dress can only be dry cleaned. A dryer will destroy it. What can I wear?"
"I have a robe you can borrow." Michael said.
