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The rain falls down like diamonds on my skin as I stand under the streetlamp, my long hair blown back by the gusts. My dress is soaked through but still clings to me in all the right places, accentuating the curves of my body. The wet fabric glistens in the dim light, making it seem almost translucent.
I've always loved nights like this – there's something about the rain that makes me feel alive, like anything can happen. I push my hair back from my face, feeling the cool drops on my skin. My nipples are hard and visible through the thin material of my dress, but I don't care – I'm too caught up in the moment to worry about being seen.
I slip my hands down into my hair, feeling the soft strands between my fingers. The rain drums against my skin as I stand there, lost in thought. My legs are spread apart slightly, and I can feel the cool air on my thighs through the wet fabric of my dress. It's a thrilling sensation, knowing that anyone could come up behind me and touch me.
I look down at my feet, seeing the way the rain drips off the tips of my stilettos. My white thong is visible underneath my dress, but I don't bother to adjust it – why should I? It's not like there's anyone around to see me anyway.
As I stand there, a gust of wind blows through, whipping my hair back and forth. The
