A light summer rain had fallen steadily throughout the day. As she looks out her bay window, she longs to venture outside. She made her way to the back door to play in the rain.
Dressed in a white sundress and white sandals, she steps into the misty, cool rain. Tilting her head upward, the mist floats down on her face and creates a sheer shine on her tan skin. Looking to the back of her property, there is that familiar trail, taunting her, beckoning her to go for a walk.
The trail is well established, leading into the woods. Under her feet, she feels the familiar sensation of soft grass and the occasional tickle on her ankles from taller wild flowers. Stretching her arms out and feeling the branches on either side, she makes her way to the golf course at the end of the trail. Pushing aside a few bushes, she steps onto the green.
Absolutely desolate and beautiful.
She kicks off her sandals and walks on the dewy soft grass. The green is soft, smells fresh cut, and is a gorgeous shade of the darkest green you could imagine.
Deciding to take full advantage of this wonderful feeling, she lies down on the green, face up, mist tickling her face, breasts and legs. Her white dress is slowly becoming more and more translucent as the rain soaks into the fabric. Closing her eyes, she soaks in all the different feelings, sounds and smells.
Unknown to her, the greens keeper is nearby. As he happens upon her, his eyes take in the sight of the beautiful woman lying on the green. His first instinct is to approach quickly and ask if she is okay, but he cannot move. He looks at the dress clinging to her legs and breasts. She is not wearing a bra, which is made obvious by her hard nipples popping boldly through the fabric of her dress.
His feet start moving him toward her, slowly, quietly, not wanting to disturb her obvious state of bliss. He has become hard just looking at this woman. She is engulfed in sensation and is unaware that - as her hand moves under her dress - she is being watched. Beginning to touch herself, her body wiggles and a sigh escapes her mouth. The sensations of the rain, the grass under her, and the touch on her clit have become her whole world.
As the keeper gets within inches of her face, he leans over and presses his lips against hers. To his surprise, she does not scream or back away. Instead, she puts her arm around his neck and pulls him in deeper. His hand reaches for those voluptuous breasts, and she immediately arches her back to his hand in response.