Her skirt swishes as she walks, the fabric floating around her stocking encased legs. She looks up as the first few drops begin to fall. "Typical," she laughs, but continues her casual walk. Having lived here all her life this isn't enough to bother her. Rain is very common weather here and she rarely carries an umbrella. She's never been one to panic about getting a little water on her. The rain starts coming down a bit harder, rapidly on the way to soaking her. She looks around for some sort of shelter as the drops begin to pound. Spotting a phone booth she tucks her head down and hurries over to it. They almost crash into each other, both looking agape at the other and slightly winded.
"I guess we had the same idea," she smiles looking him over.
"Seems so," he nods, "But you go ahead, I've at least got my coat." he says tightening his long trench coat. The clouds seem to split open and pour their bounty on them. She thanks him with a smile and steps into the small bit of shelter.
"Its close, but there's room enough for two." she says.
"Thank you very much." he smiles. She backs as far into the corner as she can and he steps in. He leans into her, pushing the door closed behind them and there is a little more room between them. He stands only a couple of inches taller than her in the heels she is wearing. She guesses he's about six feet tall, compared to her five and a half feet without shoes.
She smiles shyly, "I didn't expect it to rain so hard."
He chuckles, "Yeah, it just came out of nowhere."
"Yes it did." She nods.
His gaze travels the length of her then back up to meet her eyes. "You look like you were dressed up to go somewhere nice." he smiles still looking her over.
"Just going home actually," she says trying to smooth her wet skirt. "I had lunch with a friend and now I look like a drowned rat!" she sighs.
"Oh don't worry, the wet look becomes you." he grins and she giggles.
"Hopefully the rain won't last long," she says and he nods.
She looks down at herself, the material of her dress hugging her breasts, her nipples tight from the chill. Every time she moves her feet the wet skirt sucks at her legs. She giggles and looks up to see him half smiling, a questioning look in his eyes. "I was just thinking how I'd been heading home for a shower and instead I'm in a phone booth all wet with a stranger."
He chuckles, "I can't say I'm disappointed."
She smiles, "I'm Katy," she says offering him her hand.
"I'm David," he grins taking her hand and kissing it. "Not enough room to shake," he winks and she giggles again.
A flash of lightning paints the sky and they both look up. "I love storms," she whispers watching the black clouds overhead. The thunder clap drowns out his reply as she cranes her neck to look toward the darkest clouds.
"You should turn around, you'll have a better view," he suggests and she laughs. Turning in the tight confines of the booth, her breast rubs against his arm. Her ass bumps into him as she tries to stand with her back to him.
"Sorry," she blushes.
He smiles. "No reason to be."
The rain continues to batter the shelter and their combined breath begins fogging over the glass. He reaches over to swipe his hand across the glass, his body pressed into her back. She can feel his semi-hard cock against her ass and without thinking she pushes back into him. "That could get a lady like yourself into trouble." he sighs letting his hand fall to her hip.
"Sometimes trouble can be a good thing," she grins and he chuckles.
Another flash of lightning draws their attention back to the sky. "That one was close," he says.
She shivers as the static electricity zips up her spine. "I'm tingling from it!" she breathes.
"I don't think the lightning is responsible for my tingles." he says his voice a little breathier.
