michael-50366306 @michael-50366306
The rain was pouring down like a relentless drumbeat, but I didn't let it dampen my mood. I had just gotten out of class and was walking home, lost in thought about the cute guy who sat next to me in math. My white shirt clung to my curves as I lifted my arms to wipe the rain off my face. The cool water seeped into my skin, making me shiver with a pleasant tickle.
I had on a pair of lacey white panties underneath my shirt, just because it felt so good against my sensitive skin. And now, as I walked along the sidewalk, I couldn't help but feel like I was sizzling hot even in this cold rain. My black hair was soaked to the roots and clung to my scalp, making me look like a dark-haired wet cat.
I giggled at the thought, and my breasts jiggled under my shirt as I lifted it up to expose them. The cool air hit my skin like a slap, but I didn't care - I loved feeling alive and carefree, even if just for a moment. My brown eyes sparkled with mischief as I batted my eyelashes at the passing crowd, who all looked at me with a mixture of surprise and admiration. What was it about rain that made me feel like doing this? Maybe it was the thrill of being seen - or maybe it was just because I loved how it made me feel: alive, free, and totally myself.
