It’s raining heavily outside and I hear the doorbell ring. I am baffled to hear it as it’s very late in the night and go to open the door. I open the door and see you standing on the other side, your top and jeans completely drenched. I am amazed to see you and as we exchange our greetings my eyes move downwards and freeze. The cold causes your nipples to stand erect and peer through the fabric of your top that is clinging to your chest. The wet top leaves nothing to the imagination as the outline of your boobs is very clear. You see me ogling them and smirk, allowing me to ogle them for another minutes before you call out my name, snapping me out of the trance that your boobs put me in. I stutter and reply yes, to which u jokingly ask whether I am going to invite you in or just keep checking you out. My cheeks grow red from embarrassment and I invite you in. You go by me and as you do, you rub your right hand at my crotch passing that infamous sly smile of yours making my cock twitch hard making me shudder. You feel it too and the smile on your face grows even bigger and you go into the studio apartment leaving me frozen on the door. I snap out of it, close the door and follow you inside. I offer you a towel, which u decline opening your bag to take out your own, yours eyes widening as u open it. I ask what’s wrong and you sheepishly reply that the chain must have been open bcoz of which all your clothes have become wet. But that’s not all and as you open your bag you notice that your entire stuff is drenched in water and not even your undergarments have been able to escape the water. The only thing that’s dry enough is to wear is a black lace thong that you recently bought to try it out. This revelation makes me chuckle and you become noticeably red in the cheeks. I start drying your hair with the towel which you take from my hand and I take my leave to put water on the kettle to make some hot coffee. I ask you to go to my room where I give you my blood red shirt to wear and leave to let you change your clothes. I forget my phone in the room and as I come back to grab it, I forget to knock entering the room to see you standing in front of me, wearing the thong and the shirt completely unbuttoned giving me a perfect view of your luscious breast. We both freeze looking at each other. My cock rises to full mast as the scene in front of my eyes is a sight to behold. Your wet hair open, the breasts peeking out of the shirt, the lace of your thong luring me to rip it apart and see what’s behind it. You start buttoning up, your movement unfreezing me yet again and I close my eyes, apologize and turn around to go out but then I hear,” stop! turn around, it’s okay.” I do and you are standing there with a smile and I notice you had stopped at the exact button which you were at when you turned around and with the smile button up the remaining of the shirt. And there I am dumbfounded, ogling every inch of you.