The puddled rain splashed around their feet as the heavy down pour soaked though their clothes. It had been a hot summer evening and they were both completely unprepared for the shower that caught them about a kilometre from home. They held hands as they ran along the pavement in a hopeless attempt to keep at least an inch of their bodies dry. Both out of breath and dripping wet they reached the sheltered doorway of the apartment block. They could hear thunder cracking in the distance and Rebekah shivered from the chill.
Their clothes were heavy and stuck firmly to their skin, Rebekah lent back on the wall exhausted and Christopher could see her white blouse had become translucent again her body. She hadn't worn a bra and the soaking wet material clung to the soft shape of her breasts and tightened on her nipples which were hardened from the cold. He slid his hands around her waist and down to the base of her back and pushed her against the wall. She gave no resistance and tilted her mouth up to meet his. He could feel the cold rainwater on her lips contrasting with her hot breath as they held their lips and bodies together, the water between them warming and running down their legs to the floor as they pressed closer together. She pushed out her tongue to meet his and they kissed even more passionately, Christopher her face gently in both of his hand and took her bottom lip between his, feeling her breath still heavy and warm from the run. He brushed her wet hair from her face with his thumbs and kissed her again.