Chapter I: Old Friends
In our lifetime we have all met and associated with people with all sorts of habits, some of which we could easily classify as quite strange, others are uninteresting and basically just more mundane. But in actuality regardless what characterization they may fall into most are really little more than a fetish of one extreme or another.
The person in this story, although having passed over into the afterlife, was a wonderful part of my life and my youth. Lorraine will always be special in my heart because she was so pure and quite innocent. Just like her, her fetish was pure and simple and just like her in life, her fetish falls somewhere in the middle of extremes.
If my memory serves me correctly it was a steamy hot humid summer Friday or Saturday night, I was alone with nothing much to do, so I just drove up and down the main drags of town, looking for my pals. I needed smokes so I headed for the local variety store, there I saw Lorraine, a girl I had known since grammar school.
Lorraine and I had a close buddy/buddy type relationship and kind of hung around with some of the same people, but we were somehow too buddy-buddy, so in that era, that almost always precluded anything further so we had never dated.
We chatted a while and seeing how we both had nothing to do, I asked her if she wanted hit the burger place with me. But she suggested we get a couple of sodas and sub-sandwiches, head for the park and see if anyone was around. When we arrived there was not a sole around so we sat outside of the parks outfield fence on the grass at the rivers edge and had our sandwiches, chips and sodas.
It had been threatening rain all-day, and just, as we were finishing up our food it began to sprinkle. Lorraine started acting silly, she got up and began to dance around in the light rain singing out that old song "Singing In The Rain."
Being much more sensible, I sat under the tree avoiding most of the rain as she played the fool as she spun circles, singing as she danced. As she danced, I sat as any normal teenage boy would and watched as her light summer dress billowed above her knees giving me a great view of her thighs. In fact I soon found myself almost lying down resting on my elbow and arm. This angle afforded me an excellent view as she spun around, occasional providing me a glimpse of her white panties as she danced. What more could a teenage boy want?
Suddenly Lorraine ran to my side and began pulling me to my feet, "come on," she said, "I love walking in the rain, walk with me. My repetitive protests fell on her deaf ears, until finally she won out and I relented.
After I discarded our trash, I ran back locked my car and followed or should I say, Lorraine almost dragged me toward the walking path that ran along the river's edge.
As we walked the rain remained a light sprinkle, that is until we were easily a half-mile away from the car and in the heavily wooded section of the riverbank, then all hell broke loose. The silence was suddenly lost as the world was overwhelmed with a crash of thunder that must have had every wild animal within earshot scurrying for protection, That is all the wild animals in the entire world except Lorraine.
She released hand and danced ahead of me as she began again twirling as she literally spun along the worn path like a mad woman. The heavens had opened up and the rain that came down in wild torrents, never deterring Lorraine for a single moment. In fact it seemed to excite her even more, as Lorraine remained in the middle of the path away from what little protection that was afforded by the trees, while I tried to remain under them but she danced happily out in the downpour.
She seemed to become possessed, and then she shocked the hell out of this then somewhat naïve teenage boy when she held up her dress displaying her panties while she danced like a Can-Can Girl mere feet from my unbelieving eyes.
I must have looked like a buffoon with my cock rapidly rising and mouth agape as she merrily danced, putting her now soaked and transparent panties on full display.
"Come on you stick in the mud, dance with me."
"You are loosing it girl, come on let's get back to the car before we drown," I responded.
Lorraine ignored my complaints and danced over to me and pulled me away from the minor safety of the trees and out into the downpour holding me in a strangle hold, as she began to lead me around in the mud and rain to some made-up waltz.
As she forced me to dance, she laughed happily, kept humming some happy tune and rubbed her soaked body against mine.
It was all so weird, but Lorraine acted as if it was normal to be dancing in a torrential downpour. I mean she just acted as though was all so normal and we were safe and dry in some dance hall with a roof over our heads.
By this time I couldn't help it, I was laughing my ass off too. No sense worrying about being wet, it was far too late for that; I was already soaked to the core. So I began playing along with this delusional dancing girl, I danced along and spun her out and back just like some a made up dance steps. Fred and Ginger, just two dancing fools dancing to her humming and the tempo of the pouring rain.
As I pulled her back toward me after her spin, I caught the awesome sight of her almost virtually naked body. Her soaked light summer dress and underwear clung to her wet body like a second skin becoming virtually transparent. And with the apparent joy that radiated all over her just from being out dancing in the rain created a picture of absolute perfect eroticism that began to really excite me.
I was now willingly dancing with her intentionally spinning her out and back repetitively so that I could enjoy the sight. Her nipples chilled by the cool rain, stood proud and erect. Her ass, legs and flat stomach were equally on display.
It was quite apparent that I was getting very turned-on and could no longer hide my obvious erection. I wanted her and just couldn't hide it any longer so I stopped trying and pulled her back into me, grasped her tightly kissing her with passion.
