Lilith stepped out into the street, shoeboxes under both arms, new red four inch stiletto mules on her feet. She had been dying for these shoes. Saving her pennies from her little teacher's salary for months to buy them, knowing that they would make her shapely legs look longer with her short red leather skirt. They certainly weren't work shoes. She couldn't meet parents in them, or teach in them, but they were just perfect for dancing the night away.
She stood there for what seemed the longest time, trying to hail a cab, certainly difficult to do with the shoeboxes, wishing now she had gotten a larger shopping bag, when it began to rain. Little drops at first playing at the sheer blouse she wore. She dropped the shoeboxes on the curb and reached into her bag for her umbrella... oh damn, it was at work, in her bottom desk drawer... how typical not to have it handy when she needed it. Suddenly, the heavens opened and she was drenched in an instant. The sheer pink fabric clung to her white lace demi-bra and her black skirt was no longer draped nicely over her shapely bottom, instead, it was plastered against her thighs revealing the fact that she had on stockings and not ordinary pantyhose. She felt like everyone on the avenue was watching her every move as she grabbed up the boxes and ran for cover under the nearest awning.
"Well what do I do now," she muttered under her breath. I could call Jamie to come and pick me up but I don't want to get her out in the rain with the kids, no, no, she shook her head, better not do that. She looked up at the storefront, "Rainyday Books". Oh, how appropriate, she thought as she entered the store.
The bell tinkled on the door to signal that she had entered the store. She looked around cautiously not seeing anyone there behind the counter. Finally she decided to put her boxes on one of the tables in the little cafe area.
"Hello..." she called out.
There was no answer. She took some napkins from the napkin holder on the little table and began to wipe some of the raindrops from her face. Carefully looking around she opened her blouse and dabbed at the little valley between her ample breasts. Opening the blouse further she took another napkin and wiped at the moist dewy drops that had made their way through the blouse to the tops of her breasts. The demibra she had picked out that day certainly didn't cover much. Well, she thought, this is going to take more than napkins.
Just then from around the corner came a voice calling out to her, "Hello, welcome, see you got caught in the storm..." the voice trailed off.
Turning she could see that the deep, warm voice came from a man, casually dressed in jeans and a sweater. He was tall, over 6 feet tall she could easily guess, with long legs, broad shoulders, and the warmest smile she had ever seen. He was balding, and had a goatee that just framed his mouth, making his smile seem all the more perfect. She looked up from his smile into his eyes and found them to be hazel, twinkling, crinkled at the corners from years of smiling.
"I don't want to seem forward, but you are awfully... errr... damp. Would you like to use the back room to dry off a bit? I know that I keep a sweater or two back there... "
She smiled at him, which completely set her blue eyes aglow. "I would be so appreciative of that, I'm afraid I'll catch cold if I don't dry off soon. And, "she tilted her head towards the window," it doesn't look like it's going to let up soon and getting a cab is impossible."
He laughed and she laughed with him. "I think," he said with a chuckle and a grin, "you might find you could easily get a cab looking like you do now."
She looked down at herself, breasts virtually out of her bra, skirt shrunken around her thighs and laughed, "Yeah I guess you are right, but I'm thinking I might not like the driver or his motives."
"Come on," he said warmly, "I'll show you the spare sweater department, by the way, my name is Jim. This is my store."
"Nice store and nice to meet you, " she said as she followed him through the stacks of books and magazines. He led her to a small office where, as promised, a warm deep green cardigan hung on a hook on the wall.
"The sweater, the office, is yours, take your time," he said as he handed her more napkins he had picked up from the table.
What a kind man, she thought as she removed her blouse... what a sweet and wonderful man.
Seeing that she could easily be covered to mid thigh, at least past her garters, by the sweater she removed her skirt as well. She laid them both across the chair to dry as she made her way from his office clad only in his sweater, bra, panties, garter belt, stockings and her new red pumps. Well at least the rain didn't ruin my shoe shopping, she thought letting out an audible giggle.
He heard the giggle from where he was standing out in the store. What a dream she was, a sopping wet dream, standing in the middle of his little bookstore. Her short red hair accentuated her heart shaped face and her eyes. And her eyes, such a blue he had not seen before. At first he thought they must have been colored lenses, but then on closer inspection, he had seen beneath her curled lashes, that they were indeed really her eyes.
He had seen her actually before he had called out to her but the sight of her standing there dripping wet, clothes clinging to her shapely body, blouse open had given him an instant erection and he couldn't quite come out of the back. He didn't want her to think that he was some perverted old man when he came out of the office.
