Britslut’s
Slutty Stories
Rain
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It was hot weather, and even hotter in the greenhouse where I was planting tomatoes. I had dispensed with bra and panties, as is my habit, and was wearing just a thin cotton sundress. Even so I was sweating. The weather grew more and more oppressive, and I was certain that heavy rain was on the way. Just as well, the garden needed it badly.
Suddenly there was a flash and a thunderclap which made me jump. The rain crashed down, almost deafening me as it splattered on the glass. I peered out through the running water, enjoying the sight of the lawn and flowerbeds soaking up the cloudburst.
Unfortunately the noise of the rain made me realise that I needed to pee, and quite urgently. I should have just squatted down and done it into the drain, but I didn’t think of it at the time. I wanted to get into the house – some hundred yards away – without getting soaked. So I squeezed my legs together and waited for the rain to stop.
After ten minutes or so the storm showed signs of lessening. I gave it a bit longer, then opened the greenhouse door and made a dash for it. Alas, the lawn was an inch or so deep in water and the first thing I did was slide gracefully to a muddy horizontal. At that moment the rain chose to renew its fury, and within seconds my dress was wringing wet and clinging almost transparently to my skin.
I got to my feet and started to laugh. It was only water, after all. My bladder was demanding attention so I peeled off the dress and shivered as the heavy rain massaged my skin. Our garden is pretty private, so I planted my legs apart and relaxed my muscles and let the pent-up liquid spray from my pussy. Its warmth cascaded down my thighs, mixing with the cool rain.
I shuddered with delight and relief, and realised that my nipples were extraordinarily hard and my pussy was tingling with excitement. Peeing naked out in the rain had, I realised, made me incredibly horny. One hand reached up to pinch my left nipple, hard, and the other slid down my slick wet belly and between my labia. My clitoris hummed with tension. I stroked it gingerly and almost swooned at the feelings of pleasure that sparkled through me. A few more strokes and a fierce orgasm swept over me. My legs buckled and I sank to my knees, still throbbing. As my legs sank into the muddy lawn I could actually feel my vagina opening and closing, trying to grip on something.
I lay back, enjoying the cool caress of the mud and grass. My urges had not been satiated by the climax – if anything they were even stronger. I ran my hands over my wet body, and then plunged three fingers into my warm hungry puss. The other hand frigged my clit furiously, and within a short time I had achieved another aching orgasm, my vagina clamping down on my fingers. I rolled over and hugged the wet lawn, feeling the raindrops hitting my back. My climactic spasms gradually ebbed.
Later, feeling a little cold and silly, I got up and staggered into the house. It was fortunate that my husband was out – I wouldn’t have known how to explain how I came to lose my dress and look like I had had a mud-bath. I wiped my feet and pottered into the shower, chuckling to myself.
last modified 27 June 2006