The night was wet and rainy in Necropolis, people walked through the dark streets faces obscured by the downpour. People had been praying for rain for weeks now, apparently one should be careful what they wish for. There were others who didn't mind the rain, or rather were used to whatever weather it was - one of these, a teen who sat huddled under some trash, just behind a restaurant, picking into the leftovers that had been thrown away.
The scraps were soon finished, and she crawled out into the wet air to get a rinse down.. her clothes like rags on her meagre frame.. but she didn't care.. peeling them off, she stretched up her arms and welcomed the cat-dog rain washing over her. A young man walked down the street, his walk confident as the black teen headed through the rain jogging in his oversized FUBU gear. The teen stopped in his tracks upon seeing her, his eyes caught for the moment as the woman's frame stands out against the wet closet in the downpour, "Damn...."
She ran her hands through her hair, rinsing out the city's dust, not quite aware someone was observing her, like she gave a damn, anyhows this was a free shower and she loved it! He kept leaning and watching, mesmerized of the scene before him. A sensual kind of creature that loved the rain. Her hands finished with her head and snaked down her slim yet not too thin forms, brushing over perky nipples that the rain bounced off and down her midsection where it seemed she was washing herself without suds. The youthling couldn't help but lick his lips at the sight, "Whoa..."
When she was done she didn't seem to have any hurry, bending down she snagged up her rags in a bundle, only then looking up. Making eye contact with her audience. He swallowed, caught and unable to look away whilst she straightened up, taking the bundle and wrapped it around her waist, at least covering her lower half. Cocking a brow at him, she smirked slight, beckoning the deer in the redlights to come closer. And came closer he did, walking up to follow her.
Not that she exactly moved from her spot, she didn't. Just waiting for him to be within hands reach, she hooked a finger into his pants and began to tug them off him, right there in the downpour of the city. "Hey..." a minor protest from him as he went. She didn't say anything, a smirk facing him, not that tall this young female, refusing to pay attention to his slight protest, she slid them pants down to his ankles and then proceeded with his jocks. "Whoa..." he blinked in shock falling down.
She just cocked a brow at him and smirked, taking advantage of the poor dude on the ground, she followed him and began tugging off his upper clothes whilst she straddled his hips so he wouldn't run off. "Hey, hey..." he protested again, and squirmed back a bit.
Mute she snickered, and pressed him back down into the cold wet ground, shaking her head at him and his actions, proceeding with yanking off his shirt. "Um, hello...hello...." he blinked in disbelief at her. Still she didn't speak, a smirk and she crawled down his body, tugged off his jocks and pants over the end of his shoes and made him just as naked as she in the cold wet downpour.
"HEY! its raining!!" he tried to back up a bit now as his pants tangled his legs. She gave him the cock of a brow, like as though she was saying 'so' and yanked them off him including his shoes. She tossed them away some few feet and gesticulated with her hands that she was as naked as he. He paused as she gestured, a bit less tentative as she seemed to have something in mind, "Ok, I'm chilling..."
Sitting back down on his chest, she investigated his dark flesh, comparing it with her own paleness and gestured with hands of why he was of a different color than she. He looked to her, "I'm not sure what to tell you. I'm black, from Africa..." She frowned slight, unable to ask what Africa was, no education and then asked with hands why he was gawking at her before. The youth blinked again and signed back realizing how she talked "You are naked and in the middle of the street. You look kinda good." She once again gesticulated with her hands, "No one gawk at me before like you, they never care." He shrugged "They must be blind. You look great." With that she shook her head not quite accepting his explaination.
From underneath her, he looked up to see exactly what good piece of ass had sat upon him, to him she was a everyday average female, semingly older than eighteen, just in poverty so it seemed, rags were her clothes and it was quite apparent that either she didn't know how to talk or she couldn't. Her hair was a dirty brown, her face and flesh pale looking, eyes were a dirty grey mingled with a little blue. Her frame was on the meagre side, but not too skinny, a jagged scar along her throat, doesn't look like it had been from a knife. Her breasts young and ripe, pert nipples in the rain, just about a handful.