"It looks like rain," she said, unbuttoning her blouse.
Trying not to stare as this strange woman removed her blouse, I moved my eyes back and forth between looking up at the skies and then looking back into her steel blue eyes. It did look like rain, but I didn't really get the connection between the chance of rain and her blouse. I wondered if perhaps it was an expensive blouse and she didn't want to ruin it in the rain, but when she simply tossed it on the bench and reached to unclasp her bra, I couldn't help but stare.
"Well, come on, I can't do this alone, can I?"
"Exactly what is it you can't do alone?" I asked, admiring her beautiful, small breasts. The nipples stood firmly in the brisk morning air, the dark areolas were small, but they contrasted from her pale skin making them look larger.
"I've always wanted to fuck in the rain, what about you?" she asked, kicking off her shoes.
"Well... I mean, yes, but right here? In the park?"
"Why not, no one's around now and if a few minutes it will be pouring raining, who'll be out then?"
"But what about those apartments over there, they'll see us?"
"Come on, most everyone's at work, except some housewives, and hey, we'll give them a thrill. Hell, maybe when their husbands get home they'll offer a treat."
"But what if the police come by?" I replied, noticing the first drop of rain splash on her breast, trickling the droplets down over her nipple. I watched her take both hands to her breast and lean toward me in offering.
