The rain poured down and caught us while we were halfway around the lake. It was warm out and humid as hell so we were just wearing tshirts and shorts. You know damn well that your shirt is clinging to your skin and you see me staring at you with playful eyes as we walk back to the cabin. It's just us for the weekend, groceries and beer and wine are all purchased and the other guests had to back out, so when we get back inside you don't hesitate to let me get a good look at your body in your soaking wet clothes. It's cooler off the lake though and we both are getting a little chilly so you suggest a hot shower. I suggest something different. I lead you over to the large wooden table in the living room and push you gently back onto it. You're expecting a kiss, but when you see the look in my eyes you know I have much more in store. I push your ass back onto the table and then slowly push you back so your lying down. You gasp as I lift up your legs and slide you further back so your heels are barely hanging over the edge and your whole body is laid out against the hard wood. I tell you not to move, then wander off. You hear me rummaging about in the kitchen and when I come back, I approach from the head of the table so you can't see me. I reach over you and take one of your wrists and lift it over your head. You close your eyes and can feel soft rope being tied around your wrist. The other arm follows and just like that you have your arms bound up over your head. It's dark out but you can see me smiling at you as I move around to the foot of the table. I feel your sneakers to judge how wet they are and, unfortunately, I decide that they better come off. Your socks follow. Your feet are wet and the cool mountain air brushes over them as I tie your ankles down. I come over to the side of the table and look you up and down. Your shirt is drying a little bit, but your shorts are still wet and your body has goosebumps all over. I lean over you and press my soft lips against yours and part your mouth to taste your tongue with a long, deep, kiss that goes on forever. Then I back away and take another look at your wet clothes. I reach under the table and when I come back up I have a pair of stainless steel scissors in one hand. I get up on the table and straddle you, you squirm under me but I just remain steady. I open up the scissors and pull your wet shirt taut against your skin. The soaking fabric brushes against your nipples and I look at them and smile. Then I start to concentrate. I take the bottom of your shirt between the open scissors, you feel the cold metal against your skin and, just barely, the very tip of the bottom blade scraping against you. I close the blades and begin to cut your shirt off of you. The scissors move slowly, my concentration has me utterly absorbed as I close, then open, then close the blades of the scissors. You feel them moving up your body, behind them your shirt is split open. My breathing gets hard and my focus more adament as the tip of the blade reaches your breasts. You feel it gently against your skin. I take tiny, careful cuts, working my way between your cleavage, the wet skin of your stomach in the cool air and the cold steel of the scissors sliding between your breasts. You feel the tip of the scissors, the gentlest of pressure, against your neck, and then with one final cut the front of your shirt is cut through. I set the scissors aside and as you writhe underneath me I slowly pull back one half of your shirt, letting the wet cotton slide over your breast. I pause and reverse the motion, this time spreading the fabric out so it glides cold and wet over your nipple, before sliding it off and opening one breast to the cold air. Almost immediately my mouth is on it, soft and warm, kissing and licking and leaving a different kind of wetness all over your skin. My teeth slide over your breast and lightly bite your nipple as my hand moves to the soaking wet half of a shirt covering the rest of your body. This time my palm cups your breast through your shirt while my mouth sucks on your other nipple. My tongue flicking hot and wet over one nipple as my palm grinds your wet shirt against the other, slowly sliding it off of your body. My hair is brushing through your cleavage and my breath is pouring over you as my sucking and kissing moves from one breast to the other, teasing each nipple to firmness and tasting it in my mouth, feeling it harden against my tongue.