It is the afternoon and Carrie and I have been walking in the country after having a good pub lunch together. The day has been perfect and we have had a very good time. The sun was shining and the rain that was forecast has not happened. We are both feeling the glow of the food and more specifically the wine.
Carrie is wearing a white dress made from cotton that has a simple V shaped neck, with no sleeves and the length goes down to her calves.
I am wearing a white shirt with short sleeves and loose fitting chinos.
The sun has made our bodies warm and Carrie's skin glows with the joy of walking.
We stop walking when we realise that it is getting late and grey clouds are gathering. The air feels different and we can smell a storm approaching. There is nowhere to shelter and we have no other coats or an umbrella.
A heavy splash of a raindrop hits my head, then more on my shirt and arms. We are going to get soaked now.
I turn towards her but before I can speak, I look at the effect of the rain upon Carrie's dress. As each raindrop is absorbed into the cotton fabric, it moulds and becomes less opaque. More and more rain soaks the dress and it becomes a second skin. The cold water and the cool breeze cause her breasts to stiffen and nipples to harden. They poke out through the fabric and I am speechless.
"What's the matter?", Carrie asks but I cannot speak. The unexpected sight of her body, almost naked in public is captivating. "Say something please John!", she are getting frustrated now.
"I'm sorry, you're beautiful and I was admiring you." My eyes betray my thoughts as they stare at Carrie's breasts and hips and stomach. I can see the raised line of the edge of her panties. The cotton of her dress is sticking to all of her body.
I do not realise that my own clothes are getting wet also and I see that Carrie's eyes are looking at me now. I look at my waist and I can see my erection has pressed against the wet cotton and the shape of my manhood is obvious. It is also obvious that I am hard.
Without thinking, I kneel in front of Carrie and my hands hold onto the cheeks of her arse, pulling her towards me. My mouth kisses the wet cotton on her stomach and Carrie's fingers entwine in my wet hair.
My hands move under her dress, with difficulty because now it is heavy and sticky and I pull Carrie's panties down her legs. She gasps and pulls me up to her lips.
We kiss with passion and desire. My hands rub all over Carrie's wet skin and over her wet dress, I move slowly over her breasts and the nipple pushes into my hand. I lower my mouth and I suck at the cotton covered breast. The rain water is cold but Carrie's body is steamingly hot.
Her hands unzip my trousers and Carrie pulls my cock out. The rain and air are chilled but it throbs snd pulses with heated desire. I drag the wet fabric of her dress up Carrie's legs and it sticks to her hips. When she is exposed to me, Carrie puts the crown of my hardness to her wetness and her legs wrap around my hips.
