Renee, whose clothes get washed away by the rain

Renee exited the building, holding down the stares of everyone in the lobby as she held "her" blazer and "her" skirt to her body. She had wanted to drive to today's session, but her car was in the shop so she had to walk ... and now she was going to have to walk back home.

Initially the rain was just a little drizzle, really nothing more than morning dew. However, after Renee had walked several blocks down the road, the rain had become a torrential downpour, and she certainly didn't fail to notice how quickly the blazer and skirt had become soaked. Also not escaping her attention was the skirt, which had drooped down the side her hand wasn't holding, exposing her uppermost thigh and gag thong to the rain.

Not only were these clothes becoming increasingly uncomfortable, they were also *heavy*. Renee felt like she was carrying two whole buckets of water as she tried to hold the garments together. This was in addition to her hair that was now thoroughly drenched and was clinging to the sides of her head, providing a further layer of discomfort that slowed her down.

The final straw, however, was when the water had started coming down so fast and so close to her eyes that her vision was now affected, and she couldn't see past several inches in front of her. So, she simply stopped and shut her eyes until this was all over, and out of reflex dropped her arms to her sides.

Which was probably the worst thing to do for her modesty. Almost immediately the skirt audibly plopped down onto the sidewalk around Renee's ankles, and the blazer and Renee's purse soon followed off her shoulders. The knot of her crop top didn't stand a chance against the onslaught of water, and it too simply loosened and fell off Renee, floating onto the ground as she was rendered topless in the storm.

Renee stayed frozen with her eyes closed, feeling like a bunch of hoses and pressure washers were pointed down at her and she was taking the world's worst shower. Much to her horror, she could feel the soaked panties be pushed down as well, slowly but surely rolling down her legs until they too were around her ankles.

Eventually the rain slowed down, and Renee felt like she could open her eyes. Which she did, and quickly saw that the runoff from the storm was rushing through the gutter on the sidewalk ... and it was taking her top and purse with them!

"Oh no no no!" Renee quickly stepped out of the skirt and peeled the panties off her shins to throw them onto it, before running after her objects. By the time she got to them, she was relieved to get her purse (which was thankfully still closed) but noticed the top and blazer had already fallen into the drain.

"Damn it!" Renee sighed and walked back up the sidewalk to see that the skirt and panties were gone, too.

Sighing, Renee clutched her purse to her privates, crossed her arms over her wet boobs, and made a mad dash for home in the lightened rain. She decided to run through the park to save distance, but quickly realized that this was a terrible idea as her boots were quickly stuck in the mud. Silently cursing yet another loss, Renee quickly went back to the sidewalk, now barefoot.

After a couple of minutes, Renee was both grateful to not have all those wet clothes anymore and resenting what seemed to be her lot in life. Briskly walking and staring forward to her goal, Renee didn't notice a gray Porsche pull up to her side.

"Renee!" a familiar voice cried out. Renee's head snapped to the side and saw Jessica call out the window.

"D-Dr. Lutz!" Renee just stammered out, "I'm- I'm so sorry I lost all y-"

"Whatever," Jessica cut her off, "how incredibly rude of me not to offer you a ride home in this weather. Hop in!"

"But I'm soaking wet!" Renee protested.

Jessica shrugged, "there's a towel in the seat. And believe me," she said with a wink, "this isn't the first time someone's been wet in here."

Renee cringed at that, but seemed to notice that Jessica also seemed to have wet hair... and bare shoulders.

Renee walked to the door and got on in, thankful that there was a towel on the passenger seat. Her suspicions were confirmed when she saw Jessica as wet and naked as she was, and strained mightily in order to not see her therapist's large wet breasts staring back at her from both sides of the black seatbelt.

"So, where're ya headed?" Jessica asked simply.