Anne had never been a huge fan of the rain. Born and raised in Southern California she only saw a few storms a year and those were usually an annoyance filled with traffic delays, flooded streets and being stuck inside until the rain decided that it was done ruining life.
This one however was quite a bit worse than usual since it had apparently come out of no where. When Anne had left for school there were a few puffy white clouds lazily floating around the sky. The nineteen year old didn't normally make a habit of checking the news before heading off to class or much at all. That was what Twitter and Facebook were for; anything worth knowing would get mentioned by someone. Today that was a decision was regretting.
It wasn't just the rain that was upsetting today. It was being trapped outside in it, in her school uniform. Slipping around in the modest heels with absolutely no grip was frustrating enough to keep her from focusing too much on the fact that her white blouse was completely soaked through. Her bra wasn't designed with modesty in mind so not only was her top transparent but the cold had her nipples hard and standing out like spotlights. The black pleated skirt was again not designed with the idea of being wet while worn. That combined with sheer underwear gave a near perfect outline of everything a proper girl kept private and no amount of pulling and twisting seemed to be eliminating that. It seemed most things made it cling even more closely and it was ultimately a waste of time since nobody was outside to see her.
Equally distressing though was the fact that she'd forgotten her house key. It was probably in the house on her dresser or possibly in a pants pocket. Where ever it was Anna would worry about it once she was dry and warm. Until then she was just pissed she didn't have it on her and could only hope that a neighbor was home.
"Well I have to start somewhere." She grumbled to herself looking around at the three other apartments that made up her complex and deciding to start with Mrs. Harper. He was an old widower and most likely she'd have her comfortable in slippers and a robe sipping hot chocolate in minutes. Normally Anna wasn't much for being fawned over but the other two options were worse. Right then hot chocolate sounded really good anyway. It was disappointing when pounding on the door and jamming the doorbell didn't get her a human response. Kacy was in the window staring out at the drenched girl and Rex was barking excitedly at the door but neither the cat nor the dog could let her in.
That left her with either the three college boys up stairs or Old Man Alfred. She'd seen the way all of the men looked at her before and she'd be lying if she claimed she wasn't equal parts elated and disgusted. Anna loved it when she caught the boys magically on the walkway when she was on her way to the pool and how they'd equally mysteriously show up fifteen or so minutes later. Not once had they already been in the pool before her or stayed after she left. It was apparently a coincidence they all had to leave right as she started drying off and could always find away to stall long enough for her to be walking in front of them. Anna was guilty of dropping her keys more than once on those days and once when she knew her mother wasn't home her top somehow had slipped off to her absolute horror while she stood in the doorway. She was so distraught she didn't even cover up when she spun around to make sure that nobody had seen her. Once she saw the guys she shrieked in embarrassment and fumbled her keys in one hand, top in the other for almost a full thirty seconds before vanishing inside. There were three of them however and while she didn't really think they'd do anything against her will she didn't trust any of the four of them, herself included, in the situation.
Alfred on the other hand at least made an effort at being subtle. He watched her from behind cracked shades and sat out on his lawn with a newspaper most summer afternoons. There were much better places in the complex to sit, but none to get a glimpse of the bikini clad college girl on her way to and fro the pool. Anna didn't believe in sixth senses or anything but she swore she could feel it when he was staring at her. It didn't prompt her to close the blinds when she went to take her showers. She made bit of a point making sure that she was facing the window when she masturbated. Even though he was a creepy old man the way his eyes caressed her flesh was exhilarating. He was probably too old to even get it up and certainly too old to do anything without her complete consent.
That was enough to make the decision easy. The old man would stare at her but she was more than used to having that happen. Anna felt a slight shiver travel the length of her spine and knew he was at the window. She couldn't see him; she could just feel his eyes on her breasts. Her suspicion was confirmed when she only had time to knock twice before the door was opened revealing Alfred. He was wearing a maroon robe and a pair of slippers and based on his hair he'd just gotten up. "Hi." Anna squeaked at the old man. The door had just opened and she didn't think he'd even looked her in the eye yet. "I forgot my key and it's raining. Can I come in and wait for my mom to get home?"
Alfred's eyes were still traveling up along her skirt and her belly when she spoke. "I'm sorry honey but I can't. I've lived a long time and seen to many men like me get taken advantage of by hoodlums." He was just passing her belly and pausing over her breasts. He wouldn't have had a better view if she was actually topless.
"It's just me." Anna complained stomping her foot and then motioning behind her. As soon as she turned his gaze moved to her butt and she grinned slightly. He was just teasing her. "Look its cold and I'm soaked to the bone. Can we skip the part where you play dumb and I play coy and you just tell me what you want?"
Alfred did his best to look shocked and insulted but instead had a weird sort of wide eyed half smile. "Well you're clothing is soaking wet and I can't have you tracking it all in the house."
Anna's eyes hooded over slightly. "Is that all?" Alfred nodded slowly. Anna took one last glance around to make sure that the complex was still empty and then quickly kicked of her shoes. She wasn't putting on a show so she undid her blouse and squirmed out of her socks in a single motion. She had to wriggle to get the wet skirt to come off. "Okay. Clothes are off." Alfred didn't move from the doorway when Anna stepped forward though. "Really?" She sighed realizing the problem instantly. "Fine." She took her bra and panties off then picked up all of her clothing and with a huff pushed it against his chest moving him out of the way at the same time.
"Well aren't you a lovely young lady. So polite too." Alfred grinned and shut the door behind her. "I'm gonna go throw these in the dryer real quick. You can wait here." Alfred said turning to walk away.
"Hey! You can't just leave me still cold and wet in your living room!" Anna squealed making a point of covering herself up as best she could with just her hands and a twist of the hip. Judging by the gleam in his eyes and the way she could feel them on her thigh he actually preferred her attempt at modesty. There wasn't much she could do about that though.
