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The rain pours down on the terrace as I stand with my legs spread wide apart. My dress clings to me like a second skin, accentuating my curves and showcasing the prominent outline of my nipples through the sheer material. The lace at the front of my bodice is pulled taut against my body, highlighting the swell of my breasts beneath. I can feel the fabric of my thong pressing against the apex of my thighs as I shift my weight, giving me a sense of erotic vulnerability that only makes me more alluring.
I glance down to ensure the view from below is satisfactory - the curve of my hip and the hint of my crotch peeking out above the lace trim of my thong should be enough to catch any onlooker's attention. I lift the hem of my dress higher up my thigh, letting it ride precariously close to falling away entirely. The wind whips through my wet hair, sending strands dancing around my face as I pose for a moment.
The sky above is darkening with an impending storm - lightning flashes across the horizon, illuminating the rain-soaked landscape like a strobe light in time with my own pulse. It's moments like these that I feel most alive - raw and unbridled, with no filter or pretence to conceal who I am beneath the surface. My hand rests on the edge of the railing, holding myself steady against the force of the wind as I turn to face the view head-on.
I know my
