My summer job while between college semesters was general laborer at a city park. The city had converted an old gravel pit into a lakeside park, including swimming, boating, fishing, and wooded trails. It was nice place, and usually a nice place to work. Nothing super hard about what they had me doing... selling food at concessions, cleaning bathrooms, renting boats, stuff like that. Generally the people I worked with were cool, too... my age and just looking to earn a little money and screw off a lot.
Each week we'd get assigned a daily shift. Tonight's shift was my favorite: Night Patrol. Basically show up later, shoo people out of the park when it closed, then hang out until midnight to make sure no locals jumped the fence for a late night swim. I should say USUALLY my favorite. The park was PACKED today...one of those days with a miserable combination of high heat, high humidity, and no wind. My boss had me doing trash pickup... walking the grassy area adjacent to the beach, looking for crap people threw down. Needless to say I was soaked and relatively sure my deodorant had given up the fight.
A rumble of thunder off in the distance caught everyone's attention. Big black clouds were climbing into the sky off in the distance. Another rumble, then a breath of wind kicked up. I stopped and just enjoyed the faint hint of cool it brought. All around me beach-goers were whipping out their phones, presumedly to check the local weather forecast. Then slowly at first, but with a growing sense of urgency, everyone started to pack up. Mothers called kids out of the water to begin the drying off process.
My boss Ray came out of the break room attached to the concession stand and got on the walkie talkie, ordering all of us to his location. When we had gathered, he let us know the rain was coming for sure but we still needed to do our normal close of park activities... empty trash barrels, clean out barbecues, count concessions, clean bathrooms, etc. During a normal day we had about a dozen people at work. Ray broke us into 2 person teams and got us going. My partner Greg and I had the east side the beach and greens, which we made quick work of. By the time we had finished, rain was starting to fall and the park was deserted except for staff. We made our way to the break room to hang out.
The teams trickled back in. A few of us started a game of euchre while others threw stuff from their lockers into backpacks. The breakroom didn't have air conditioning but it did have a large garage door which we rolled up to watch the storm come in. The last team to finish were the 2 girls who were on Night Patrol with me... Karen and Zoe. They came in at a dead run, both obviously soaked to the skin. Zoe went right to her locker & grabbed a towel but Karen stood in the door laughing.
"Look at how wet I am!" she announced, arms out. And the room went silent. Karen was wet alright. Her cheap uniform shirt clung to her like a second skin. We could all very clearly see the outline of her breasts and her tiny, hard nipples poking through. I gawked for a second then walked to my locker, grabbed a sweatshirt, and walked over to her.
"Here, put this on."
She looked at me like I'd gone nuts. "I'm not cold, Mike... I'm soaked!"
"Karen... look down." She did so and instantly turned beet red. She grabbed the sweatshirt, whipped around, and quickly pulled it on over her head. Turning back around she shot me a grateful smile. I returned to my seat to the glares of all my male co-workers. What can I say? I was raised to be a gentleman.
Ray came into the breakroom.
"OK gang, it looks like we're going to rain out early tonight. Mike, Karen, and Zoe have Night Patrol; the rest of you can clear out. Good work today!"
Ray was just as eager to leave as everyone else... an early Saturday night was a rare thing. He made sure we knew to patrol the lake a few times and to lock up everything, then he left. What had begun as a crowded, miserably hot shift ended in the 3 of us alone.
"Anybody want an ice cream?" We were allowed to grab anything from concessions while on Night Patrol, as long as we didn't abuse the privilege. I figured we deserved one after the hot start to the shift. Both girls nodded and smiled. The flopped on the broken down couch as I went into concessions, grabbed 3 cones, and went back in. The girls were whispering to each other as I approached.
"Karen told me what you did, Mike. That was really nice." Zoe was never afraid to speak her mind. She had a reputation as a wild child, at least verbally.
I blushed a little. "No problem... anyone would have done it."
"No," said Karen, "Not everyone would have. We have pretty solid evidence that only you would have. Thank you."
Not knowing what else to say, I just smiled. We settled into a comfortable silence, enjoying our ice cream and watching the rain fall. It was even more humid now with the rain, but the heat had abated some.
Finishing my cone, I tossed the wrapper into the trash and faced the girls. "Do you want to do a quick drive around the lake?" The park had an aged Chevy truck with a bench seat. We used it when patrolling, doing a leisurely cruise on the walking trail around the lake. I grabbed the keys off of the hook on the wall where they lived.
"Hang here for a minute," I told them, then darted off into the rain. It was really coming down now. The parking lot was far enough off that I was drenched by the time I got to the truck. I fumbled with the keys for a sec then piled into the driver's seat. Starting the truck, I drove it to the garage entrance to the break room, passenger door facing the girls. I popped their door open so they'd only get a little more wet as they ran for the truck.
Once everyone was in, I started on a clockwise route around the lake. The lake is fairly large, with the path being a couple miles in length. Due to the rain and wet, I kept the windows up and the air on low...which is when it became evident that yes, my deodorant had failed. The interior of the truck had distinct wet dog odor.
"Good Lord, we stink!" said Zoe into the silence. We all laughed at that; apparently I wasn't the only one who'd noticed.
"No kidding," said Karen. "Would it be so hard to put showers in the breakroom?"
"Who needs showers? We can just rinse off in the rain."
I hit the brakes; Karen and I stared at Zoe.
"What?" she asked? "It's raining hard enough to be a shower, and there's no one around. Who'd know?"
"Zoe... you can't be serious?" asked Karen.
"Sure am!" And with that, Zoe popped open the passenger side door and stepped into the rain. Leaving the door open, she peeled off her shirt and, reaching behind her, quickly popped the clasp of her bra. I gawked as her breasts came into sight. They were big, with gumdrop sized nipples that barely sagged when her bra came off. I watched them wobble and sway as she quickly pulled off her shorts and panties and tossed them into the cab of the truck. She grinned at Karen and me, then slammed the door and walked into the dark towards the lake, hips swaying.
"Holy fuck..." I breathed. Even that short glimpse of nakedness had me chubbing out in my pants.
"No shit" returned Karen. "What do we do now?"
My mind was already made up. "I don't know about you," I said, opening my side of the truck, "But I'm feeling pretty dirty."
As quickly as I could my shirt and shorts came off. Standing there naked in the rain, I stared at Karen staring at me. The rain was warm so shrinkage was not an issue. I gave her a big grin and closed my door, leaving her alone in the cab. I trotted off around the truck to find Zoe, my pecker bouncing and leading the way.
Zoe was not hard to find. She was standing thigh deep in the lake, splashing water on herself. I waded in next to her. She stopped and stood looking at me, hands on her hips, legs slightly spread. If she was concerned about my nudity or hers, she didn't show it.
"Yes?" she asked in a challenging voice.
For a second I wonder if I had misread the situation, the gentleman in me wanting to be...well, gentlemanly. But then the horndog side came to my rescue.
"Would you like a hand?" I asked with a big, innocent grin on my face.
Zoe stonefaced me for a second, then cracked up.
"Sure. What did you have in mind?"
I stepped behind her and, scooping up as much water as I could, splashed it over her shoulders, following it with my hands. I ran my hands slowly down her back in one long stroke. She gave a contented mmmm, leaning into me, not pulling away when my cock poked her. As her back rested against my chest, I ran my hands up her arms, up the sides of her face, and into her hair, burying my hands in the wet mass and massaging her scalp for a spell.
Extracting my hands from her hair without pulling it was tough but I managed. This time, I ran my hands slowly down her front. She reached behind her and began stroking my thighs, working her way up as I worked my way down. I let my fingers strum over her nipples then cupped her breasts. They were way more than a handful and I loved the heft of them.
At the same time her hands reached my rock hard cock, one cupping my balls while the other wrapped itself around me. I couldn't help pushing into her when she did so, which made her chuckle.
"I can't believe I'm getting paid for this," she murmured, leaning her head back against me and kissing my jaw.
"Me either... best day of work EVER!"
That got us both laughing. A noise by the shore made us look up. There stood Karen, just as naked as us but with her hands covering her breasts and pussy. Her eyes were wide as she stared at us.
