I Stripped Naked in the Rain in Front of My House

Hi again, I’m Romina. This is my second story on here, so I hope you read the first one. I’m from the north, from Hermosillo, and for anyone who doesn’t know the area, let me tell you the climate is truly desert: it hardly ever rains, and when it does, the whole city turns into chaos because nobody is prepared. Me, on the other hand, I’m one of the weird ones who loves the rain.

What I’m going to tell you happened a couple of summers ago, when I still lived with my parents. It was one of those late-August nights when the drought finally breaks. During the day it had been drizzling, that sticky chipichipi that leaves the air humid, and around eleven at night things got serious. It started coming down hard, but without lightning, which is how I like it, because thunder scares the hell out of me.

I woke up to the sound of water hitting the window. I was sleeping as usual, in a T-shirt and comfortable panties, nothing sexy, pure comfort. I looked at the clock: after eleven. And the idea got into my head. I want to go out and get wet.

I opened a drawer and took out a long black T-shirt, one of those that hangs on me like a loose tunic, so long it completely covered the panties I had on underneath. It looked like I wasn’t wearing anything but that shirt. I put it on and tiptoed out to the patio.

The water felt amazing, cool, perfect. I stayed there for a while letting it soak me, then rushed back inside, sure that at any moment someone would come out to scold me. But no. I peeked into my parents’ room and they were both fast asleep. Nobody had noticed.

And there, instead of going back to bed, I thought of a bigger prank.

***

What if I go out into the street? I thought it through slowly, weighing the risk. With that rain there was hardly anyone outside, and even less at that hour. Still, I’m not stupid: I took my dad’s truck keys and the front door keys. The idea was simple. If anything happened, I’d get into the truck and lock myself in. Smart, right?

The truck is a big van, parked right at the entrance, between two little trees we have on both sides. They’re not very leafy, they barely give any shade, but for my plan they were perfect: they covered me well from the sides and, since they didn’t have many leaves, they let the water through. From there I could see far off if anyone was coming on foot. And cars were almost no problem, because the van blocked me.

I opened the front door slowly, making no noise, and peeked out. Empty street, just rain. I went out and leaned against the truck, between the two trees. Just to be safe, I opened the back door, looked both ways, and even though nobody was coming, I got in for a while anyway. From inside I kept watch for about fifteen minutes. Headlights from some car passed in the distance, but that was it.

When I was convinced nobody was around, I went back out and leaned against the van again, right between the little trees, but this time I left the door unlocked, in case I had to jump in quickly.

The water fell cold and delicious over me. I stayed another fifteen minutes enjoying it. I kept saying I didn’t look sexy, because it seemed like I was only wearing a long black blouse. But I started noticing my nipples getting hard, I don’t know if from the icy water or something else. They still weren’t showing through, they were just pressing against the fabric. I laughed to myself and got back into the car.

***

The problem was I had already soaked the seat. I thought I might as well go get a towel so I wouldn’t drench the inside of the truck. I slipped into the house with all the stealth in the world and, once again, nobody noticed.

In my room I noticed the other detail: the panties I’d slept in were soaked. The T-shirt covered them completely, but I took them off anyway to put on another pair. And while I was looking for which ones to wear, I saw myself in the mirror. With or without panties, I looked exactly the same, because the shirt covered everything. Whatever, it doesn’t matter, I thought, and decided to go out wearing only a thong. If I saw anyone, I’d hop into the truck and that would be that.

I took the towel and went back out to the street, this time a lot bolder. Before doing anything else I looked both ways: it was after midnight and the street was still empty, identical to how I’d left it. I got into the van first and spread the towel over the whole seat, from the backrest all the way down, so I could sit on it without getting anything wet.

With the towel in place, I took another look from inside. Empty. And it was still raining hard. So I went back out, leaned against the truck again on the outside, and, enjoying the water, another little mischief occurred to me.

To pull my T-shirt up to my navel.

And I did it, but lightning fast, it didn’t even last three seconds. It made me laugh, because I remembered when I was a cheerleader in high school: in a pyramid you had to hold the formation for ten seconds, otherwise it didn’t count. Come on, Romina, breathe. I took a breath, peeked between the trees, and that’s when the good nerves started, that adrenaline, my heart beating fast. What if someone sees me? I looked at the windows, all of them dark. It was a weekday, almost one in the morning. Impossible that anyone was up.

I took another deep breath and lifted the blouse up to my waist. I leaned against the truck and felt the wet metal against my skin, because I was down to my thong. That cold sensation together with the adrenaline turned me on so much.

***

I pulled the T-shirt from behind so it would stay up and leaned forward, at a forty-five-degree angle, so I could peek between the trees. Again, nothing. I know I kept looking around, but I had to be sure.

I closed my eyes, gathered my courage and took it off completely, though without taking my arms out of the sleeves, so the shirt hung from the back of my neck, ready to be pulled back on in one single jerk. And I started counting. One, two, three. Super nervous, with that pyramid tingle in my stomach, but now mixed with the thrill of danger. I got to ten and put it back on. I couldn’t believe it. I’d dared to do it.

I got back into the truck, sat on the towel and dried off a little. I was happy, excited by what I’d just done. And then I noticed that both the bra and the thong were already soaked. Oh my God, why did you make me such a little freak?

And yes, exactly what you’re thinking popped into my head. What if I take those off too and just stay in my blouse? Inside the van, I took off the T-shirt, unclasped my bra and pulled my thong down. I had it in my hand when it hit me: I hadn’t checked whether the street was still empty. What if someone had just passed by and seen movement inside? Still, once I was naked, there was no going back.

I took a look. Nobody. It was one-thirty, and the rain kept falling. I put the T-shirt back on, now with absolutely nothing underneath. That sensation of the fabric falling straight over bare skin is incredible, fresh and shameless at the same time.

***

I opened the door and went out. I leaned against the truck again, now outside, and let the rain fall over me. Without a bra, the wet fabric stuck to my body and showed everything, the hard nipples, the shape of my breasts. And not just up top: the wet shirt clung to my hips too, tracing my whole body. In the dark, anyone would have sworn I wasn’t wearing anything.

What am I thinking? Really, Romina? Are you actually going to go that far? I had a whole conversation with myself, trying to talk myself out of it. Maybe another time. But a voice answered back: And what if there’s never another night like this? And it was right. An opportunity like that doesn’t come around again.

I bent forward again at that angle, sticking my ass out, fully in shameless mode now, and checked both sides. Only rain. I looked at the windows: all dark. Then, without thinking any more, I straightened up, crossed my arms, grabbed the hem of the T-shirt—which came down to about mid-thigh—and told myself: don’t think about it, because if you think about it you’ll take forever. And I yanked upward.

The T-shirt came off completely and ended up balled up in my right hand.

I did it. No safety net, no fabric hanging from my neck to cover me with one motion. I stood frozen, feeling the cold drops fall directly onto my naked skin. Nerves, excitement, everything at once. I had never imagined doing something like that, and without realizing it I had gotten myself alone into that madness. I looked down and it finally hit me where I was: standing in the middle of the street, in front of my own house, completely naked in the rain.

***

And then, of course, I remembered the rule. Idiot, I haven’t counted to ten seconds. If I don’t, it doesn’t count. I took a deep breath and started.

One, two. My breathing was already faster. Three, four. A tingle ran through my whole body and I was starting to get wet inside, and that wasn’t the rain. Five, six. The excitement was brutal: nerves, feeling desirable and dangerous, all of it together. Seven, eight. I couldn’t believe that just eight seconds could feel like an eternity. Nine, ten. The longest ten seconds of my life.

I lifted my face to feel the water hitting it and thought: can you hold out longer, Romina? Eleven, twelve. I smiled with that mischievous little smile I know I have. Thirteen, fourteen. The drops ran down my neck, between my breasts, over my belly. Fifteen, sixteen. I bit my lip, like so many times I’d done to flirt, but this time for real. Seventeen, eighteen. I could feel something running down my thighs and getting lost in the rain. Nineteen, twenty. I couldn’t believe how turned on I was, that I’d gotten this far without even touching myself.

Twenty-one. You’re a little freak, and you love it. Twenty-two. I bit my lip again as I came, right there, standing naked in the street, with the rain falling over me.

As best I could, I opened the truck door and let myself fall onto the towel, still shaking with spasms. I curled up in the fetal position until I came back to myself.

***

I floated in the clouds for a few minutes before reacting. I put my thong, bra and T-shirt back on, and looked at the clock: after two. Those twenty-two seconds had felt endless. And get this, during the orgasm I hadn’t even locked the door. Good thing I’d managed to get inside first instead of being left sprawled out in the middle of the street.

I went into the house and, as expected, everyone was still asleep. Nobody ever found out about my little adventure. I went to my room, changed, put on a really sexy pair of cheeky panties because that was exactly how I felt, and went to bed smiling.

And yes, what you’re imagining: the next day I got sick. But I don’t regret a thing. Since then, that same situation hasn’t happened again, that perfect combination of rain, the middle of the night and an empty street. Though honestly, I don’t know if I’d dare go that far again... or if I’d dare go farther.

Tell me what you thought. If you liked it, I’ll keep telling you the bolder ones. Hugs.