Thunder shattered my sleep. My eyes blinked a few times and then tried to focus on the ceiling, to no avail- it was too dark to see anything specific on the blank white paint above me. The rain began, starting with a few droplets hitting the sill of my open window. First a few drops, then a slow increase in their frequency, before a sudden downpour of water fell outside the window I had left open for the cool evening. I looked out the window. The full moon might have been visible were it not for the storm clouds that had gathered to wash away the heat of the day. Even so, the night was lit both with the moon's natural beams and the street lamps posted about the neighborhood. It had been a hot and sticky week; the kind where you feel as if you've been running for a mile when you've only stepped outside after your morning shower. So the rain was welcome, except that now I was wide awake in the middle of the night.
What time is it anyway? I craned my head up to see my alarm. 2:45AM. Damn. Too early to do anything, too late to do anything. And now I can't get back to sleep.
And so I lay there, hoping the storm would lull me back to slumber. The periodic flashes of lightning assured that I would not sleep anymore for a while. The real storm was a few miles away, luckily, and the rain was still falling straight down; not blowing into the room. The lightning and thunder were far enough away that they only added ambience, rather than that first crack that broke my slumber.
I must've lay there a good 10 minutes before deciding that I would get up for some water. I rolled myself up and over to a seated position and stood up with a little stretch. I slowly made my way to the light switch and turned it on. Too bright! I immediately shut it off again. Ugh, that was dumb. Temporarily blinded, I shuffled my way to my dresser and reached in to the underwear drawer and pulled out the first thing that I found. I had been sleeping in the buff lately to deal with the heat- lack of air conditioning was fine by me most of the time, but it had been especially humid the past week with little breeze to soothe this sleeping man. Not thinking much of my underwear choice, I put on a pair of sleek Brazilian trunks. I had bought them on a whim- 1 each in black and white; tight and slightly sheer. I had washed clothes recently, so I was pretty sure I had grabbed the black, and while they were definitely an adventurous pair of shorts, they would be dark enough without house lights on. I did not think my roommate would notice tonight, with the dark interior of the hallway and she being asleep in the middle of the night and all.
Slowly and silently as possible, I snuck out of my room. I did my best to avoid the squeaky floorboards that might wake Karen. She normally stayed up pretty late, but I figured she would be sound asleep by now. Past her door and to the steps; now quietly down, one by one. I believed I was pretty successful as the rain was still going pretty strong. So far, so good at least.
Once on the main floor, I wasn't worried about my footsteps. I went to the kitchen. Luckily my eyes had adjusted by now and I could see by the light spilling in from outside. I pulled a glass from the cabinet and filled it from the tap. Gulping it down, I turned my attention to the rain again. After such a long period without rain, it was wonderful to hear the drops of water pelting the ground outside and drizzling through the tree leaves. I placed the glass on the counter and decided to get a better look. I opened the back door leading outside from the kitchen. A rush of cool air enveloped me as the rain-chilled air wafted through the screen door.
"Wow that feels good," I thought.
I stood there letting the chilled air rush past me. A little bit of water even drizzled inside through the screen. Hmmm.
Deciding to feel that cool water even more, I slipped on some sandals and turned the handle on the screen door.
Screek...
"Yeah, I definitely need to get that fixed," I thought to myself as the screen door creaked loudly during the night. Well, its still the middle of the night. Probably no one around.
I stepped outside, wearing sandals, my slinky trunks, and nothing else. Almost immediately, my body shivered as the cold rain splashed on my head and shoulders. The wind was stronger than I thought and my long hair whipped about a little. I brushed my hair back with my hands and let the rain slick it down. I stood in the rain for a few moments just getting my hair wet enough to not fly around anymore. Once it was suitably slicked back, I took in the caress of all those beads of water slowly flowing down my exposed body.
The wind died down a bit, luckily- it was getting to be a bit too big of a temperature difference. It had only been a minute or so, but my body was pretty wet. I shivered. Then I caressed my body with my hands, washing my smooth skin with the cool night's shower. Starting at my shoulders, I rubbed my arms and chest, and ran my hands down my stomach. I reveled in the crisp air and looked around the backyard. I have no fence to protect me from potential onlookers. It was at this moment that the excitement started to trickle its way into my nether regions. My body awakened, aroused by the exposure. My penis pushed against the tight shorts. I peered into the night air, hampered by the falling rain, and decided no one was really watching. I let my hands drift down to my wet underwear. I slid my right ring finger across the material pressed against my slowly swelling member. I cupped under the shaft and felt it grow. It swelled, endeavoring to reach its fully erect size. I cupped my right hand around to stroke my cock shaft surrounded by that tantalizingly soaked satiny nylon. My left hand slowly caressed my left butt cheek through the rain-slicked shorts.
Suddenly, a flash of light filled the night. I froze out of instinct, but only temporarily. As adrenaline started pumping through my veins, I tried to think of my escape plan, of which I had none. That light. It hadn't been a flash of lightning, had it? No it was slower than that, and there was no thunder to follow. I processed the memory again and realized the light had come from behind me. I slowly turned around and discovered the reason why. Karen was standing in the doorway watching with a devilish look in her eyes and with her left hand reaching past the door to where the light switch was hidden.
"I wondered why the back door was open to the rain. Now I see its open for much more than a cool breeze," she quipped.
Karen was an attractive young woman, pretty face, blond hair, hour-glass figure; more athletic than va-va-voom, with a round derriere and a lovely set of breasts. I mean, not that I noticed... I was just her roommate...right?.. She has a goofy sense of humor, always happy with a pun or play on words. I had no idea how she would react to a situation like this.
At this time I realized I had been frozen by her stare, and still with my hand clutching my semi-hard erection. My jaw must've dropped a couple inches- I was shocked.
"Well
I'm
awake now, so I might as well enjoy the show," Karen said as she reached over to the handle of the screen door. I took too long to realize and so I just started to make my way back to the house when I heard the soft click of the door lock.
"Crap" I thought to myself. What was I to do now?.. I didn't need to wait long, as it became apparent very soon.
"I'm going to turn on this light, and when I do, you'll be exposed to anyone around. That might be no one else, but I may just start making some noise. So I want to see you continue your little show. Only when I'm satisfied will I turn off this light and unlock the door. Show begins in 5... 4... 3... 2... 1..."
<Flick>
"Whoa!"
"What?" I asked as I panicked and looked around.
"I didn't realize you were planning on a show. Your cock looks primed for some action!"
Dumbfounded, I looked down and realized why she was shocked. I had not put on the black shorts! They were the white ones, and apparently translucent in water. My cock was very visible, though through a muted white filter. I looked back up at Karen with some amazement.
"I.. didn't.. even know," ...I stumbled over my words with a mild fib as I subconsciously must have known there was a chance of this; though I did not realize the white shorts would be see-though in the rain. See-through they were- you could see the ridge of my cock head starting to swell again, partly from the sound of her sweet voice using the word "cock". It was going to get worse, or maybe better...
"Well come on. Keep rubbing that cock. Before I start getting
louder
."
That last word was true to form, as she used a forced tone with some volume.
"Crap" I thought to myself. I scanned my brain looking for any kind of out. But nothing came to mind until...
"Look at that
