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Emma wrote: Stormy Weather by Emma

It was a beautiful hot summers day and we’d spent the afternoon watching Newport County’s second home game of the season against Leyton Orient. I’ve always thought our football season starts too early, I mean football is a winter sport, cold days, dark evenings and watching games wrapped up in scarves and bobble hats, not as I was on Saturday, wearing a thin strappy top, a short white cotton skirt, heels… and nothing else. And I was STILL hot! The game had started in brilliant sunshine and even during the second half the sun was still very warm. If anything the afternoon seemed to be getting hotter as the humidity rose. It was only in the last few minutes, as the team was throwing everyone forward in search of a late equaliser that I noticed some dark clouds rolling in.

The final whistle sounded and we left our place on the terraces, disappointed with a defeat that our performance hadn’t warranted. We were on our way out of the ground when we bumped into a guy I’d fancied for ages and got chatting to him. Getting the impression that three was a crowd Karen ( Kaz to her friends… I’m Emma… Ems by the way) made her excuses saying she’d go on ahead and open the car windows to let it cool down inside before our journey back to Bath. There’s no parking at the ground so Kaz had parked in a small car park on the other side of the river. It wasn’t a million miles away, but a good 15 minute walk.

After a pleasant 15 minutes flirting with the guy and arranging to meet up the following week I decided I’d better not keep Kaz waiting any longer and followed her towards her car. Well I don’t think I’d hardly left the ground when I felt the first spots of rain on my head and shoulders. I wasn’t bothered by a few spots of rain, in fact it was quite cooling in the oppressive heat, but I’d only got about halfway to the footbridge over the river when I heard the first clap of thunder, followed quickly by a flash of lightening. The thunder and lightening didn’t bother me either, but the heavy rain that suddenly started falling did!

I tried to run towards the footbridge.. not an easy task in heels… as the rain got heavier and the thunder and lightening increased in volume and brightness. I was getting very wet now, my long dark hair matted to my skull and my scanty clothes starting to cling to me. I reached the bridge just as there was a huge clap of thunder followed very quickly by a brilliant flash of forked lightening that illuminated the entire sky and almost seemed to make the footbridge glow. The storm was pretty much overhead, the rain was lashing down and I could see the raindrops actually bouncing up off the metal of the bridge.

Metal? OMG! The bridge was metal… What if it got struck by lightening? Are metal bridges vulnerable in a thunder storm? What metal is it made out of? All these thoughts were racing through my mind as I suddenly wondered if it was such a good idea to cross the bridge.

I stood there at the end of the bridge, gazing at the rain bouncing on it. I was getting soaked, my clothes were clinging to me like a second skin, but all I could think about was whether I should risk the bridge. I wanted to run across it as fast as I could, but that would be hard in heels, especially very wet heels with my feet sliding around in them, but would it be a good idea to be barefoot on the bridge if lightening did strike? I knew I had to make a decision, and decided to risk it and go for speed. I slipped out of my heels and sprinted across the bridge. The rain lashed down on me but no lightening struck and I made it to the other side without being incinerated! I was gasping for breath when I noticed that I was attracting some attention. I wondered why some guys walking past were gazing at me so intently… well not so much gazing at me, but at my chest. I looked down and realised quite quickly why they were starring. My strappy top was plastered to my skin, that much I had realised. What I hadn’t realised was that it was now transparent. Totally transparent. I might as well have been topless.. My boobs and nipples were all too clearly visible, and, as far as my nipples were concerned, so very obviously erect. I groaned as my eyes travelled even further down my body and took in the fact that the skirt was no better. It was also transparent and clinging to me and showing every curve and contour of the lips of my shaved pussy.

I felt my face burning red with shame despite the rain, but the humiliation I was feeling only seemed to cause my already hard nipples to swell up even more. Surely I wasn’t enjoying being so exposed in the rain…

Emma wrote: Stormy Weather Part 2 by Emma

I was relieved that it was now just a short walk to the car and an escape from the rain so my period of exposure would be a short one. I walked to the car, my bare feet splashing in the puddles. I was pretty pleased to see Kaz sitting there waiting for me. When she saw me her jaw almost visibly dropped.
‘Ems!!!! Have you… do you… hell girl… have you seen what you’re showing?’
I nodded…
‘You’re drenched… your clothes… well,…. they’re see through..’
‘I had sort of noticed’
‘So has everyone else I bet! Hard not to with the way your nips are sticking out’
I groaned and opened the car door… or tried to. It was locked.
‘Kaz, the door’s locked’
‘I know.. Think I’m letting you sit in my nice new car in soaking wet clothes and ruin my seats Ems?.. If you do then think again’
‘Come on Kaz, let me in, I can’t stay out here in this rain’
‘You can get in if you take off those wet clothes and dry yourself a bit’
‘Ok then, let me in and I’ll take them off’
‘No way Missy… You take them off out there.. Then you can try and dry yourself as best you can before get in’
‘Please Kaz… I can’t strip off here in the car park… I’ve nothing on under this top and skirt’
‘Well I can see that, Hell EVERYONE can see THAT!!!’

I knew I had no choice, nowhere else to turn. Kaz held all the cards. She had the car, she controlled the door lock… and Bath was an impossibly long walk away.
With difficulty I tugged the skimpy wet top over my head. It caught under my not particularly large boobs as well as getting tangled in my straggly wet hair. Wet skin and saturated material really doesn’t mix. I placed my top on the car roof. OMG! I was topless in a public car park, close to a main road. People could see me, could tell I was topless. I know the top had been transparent but at least it preserved my dignity, at least from a distance.
‘The rest please’ demanded Kaz.. I could almost hear the laughter in her voice as she told me to finish stripping.
The rest? There was only one more thing… my skirt. I unzipped it, the weight of the water dragging it straight down my legs and pooling it (no pun intended!!) at my feet. I stepped out of it and placed it on the roof of the car with my top and shoes. So now I was bare. Bare assed naked in the car park. I was doing my best to cover my boobs, pussy and ass with my hands and arms but to do all three was impossible. I could hear cars on the main road sounding their horns as well as those nearer to me in the car park. I’m sure half the people in the car park had seen what was happening and had stayed to witness my humiliation. Kaz handed me a plastic carrier bag to place my clothes in, which I did, then handed them back to her.

Something suddenly crossed my mind.
‘Couldn’t I have put the carrier bag on the seat and sat on that in my wet clothes? That would have kept the seat dry.’
‘Yes, you could but it wouldn’t have been half as much fun as stripping you naked in the car park’ she laughed.
‘Looks like you enjoyed it too, judging by the state of your nipples.’ she added.

I looked at my nips… they were swollen so much more now and were as hard as rocks…surely I couldn’t be getting aroused by this? The dampness between my legs told it’s own story… I wasn’t damp from the rain. I was aroused.. like it or not, being forced to strip in public had turned me on.

‘Well enjoy yourself’ Kaz shouted as she wound up the car windows and pulled away.
‘Nooooooooooooooo!!! Please Kaz… Noooo! Please… don’t leave me, not here, not like this..’
Kaz either didn’t hear me above the noise of the engine or just chose to ignore me, or maybe she was just enjoying the sight of her very wet and very naked friend standing in a busy car park in the pouring rain running her finger along a very wet pink slit…..

I gasped with relief as I saw the car brake lights glow red through the steady curtain of rain. I ran after her now stationary car, almost crying with relief. Kaz had leaned over and opened the passenger door and, not caring who saw my naked body, I sprinted towards the open door. My fingers were almost touching the door when to my horror Kaz put her foot on the gas and the door lurched away from my grasping finger tips. Even over the thunder and rain |I could hear people in the car park and on the nearby road laughing at my predicament.. Three times we rein acted this scene, each time I was becoming even more desperate, caring less who saw me, getting more and more bedraggled and even more out of breath. We must have circled the car park four or five time, and during that time I don’t recall a single car leaving the car park, and not a single person offered to help me or gave me anything to hide my nudity.

I was pretty much exhausted, physically and emotionally, and after Kaz pulled the same stunt for fifth time I slumped to the ground on all fours, my hands and knees on the rough wet tarmac, my head hanging down, my long hair dragging in a dirty puddle. I could feel the rain on the soles of my feet… but worse, oh so much worse, I could feel the rain on my sensitive pussy lips, my now splayed legs leaving it open and exposed to the elements. The water was also running down between my ass cheeks and trickling over my pussy, mingling with my juices, and dripping onto the ground. My shoulders were rising and falling as I gasped for breath, steam rising off my hot body as the warm rain continued to lash down on it. For a moment I closed my eyes, forgot where I was, and just enjoyed the heat building deep inside me.

I was brought back to reality with a jolt. Kaz was shouting to me through the rain. I was so far gone in my own little fantasy world that I hadn’t even noticed her drive up along side me.
‘My god Ems, you’re virtually cumming in the car park!!!’
I couldn’t even look at her.. I was so ashamed… she was right… I was nearly cumming, there, in the rain, in public… My face burned with humiliation.
‘Well I guess I’ll see you back in Bath then hun.. Have fun’ she laughed
‘What!! You can’t leave me here naked.. You can’t… please..’
‘I’d never do that Ems, I’ve arranged a lift back for you.. I had a word with those guys in that minibus in the corner of the car park while you were ‘busy’. They’ve been enjoying your show and are more than happy to go out of their way to give you a lift home. They don’t even mind that you’re wet…or naked..’

Kaz drove off. This time there were no brake lights, no circling of the car park, and certainly no clothes for me. I stood naked in the car park, the rain was finally easing but the water was still dripping off my head, running down my shoulders and onto my breasts, dripping off the tips of my nipples onto my belly.

The minibus that I’d barely noticed pulled up along side me and the door opened.
‘Need a lift darlin?’ asked a distinctly London accent. OMG!!!!! Kaz had fixed me a lift home with a minibus full of pretty drunk Orient fans, happy and excited with their victory over us and now looking forward to their win bonus…. ME!

Janie wrote: Plastered in rain by Janie

It's hard to believe that rain drops could fall so hard they actually bounce -- and yet they do! The risk of wearing nice light summer clothes is that sooner or later you get caught in the rain, and then.... what do you do? Put on a show, of course. Nice story, Emma!