Water thinks it's air

The heavens opened at precisely the moment they were furthest from shelter. It was another lazy Saturday around the boating lake… Pete was determined to catch up with his latest project before it all became to cold and miserable to be worth it. He was cooped up in one of the little workshop-sheds down the far end, scrabbling away with the tools he couldn’t get at home, but which his mid-life crisis compatriots were all to happy to lend him. So Mark and Stacy had decided to go for a walk around the far side of the bigger lake, they knew well enough when their support for his hobby became actually more of a distraction. It was nice. They plodded along, teasing the ducks and holding hands. For all the world like a normal teenage couple in the throes of young love. Of course Stacy had to be wearing something mildly scandalous. She’d elected for a hugely baggy white t-shirt today which hung endlessly off one shoulder. While her smoothly-curving ass was picked out in perfect detail by a pair of incredibly close fitting black leggings. She loved catching the newly-wed fathers freezing for a second in the act of pushing a buggy... just so they could surreptitiously confirm that yes, that was her extremely visible camel-toe they had spotted.

Someone upstairs must really have disapproved of this, because when the rain hit; it hit hard. They could almost see the wall of water rushing toward them before it rolled past and instantly drenched them. The sheeting monsoon wasn’t cold, clearly being the remains of some very lost tropical storm driving itself as far inland as it could. Yet the shock of suddenly being in a world more underwater than over it set the teenage pair into shuddering laughter. Stacy’s white t-shirt became near instantly see through, clinging to the natural shape of her ample-breasted form. Her hair was slapped down against her face and back as her shoulders hunched against the soaking brunt of it. She looked for all the world like an alluring piece of renaissance stonework, frozen in time as an alabaster chunk of feminine beauty. Mark had no choice but to grab hold and kiss her, right in the midst of that descending tumult. She struggled to restrain her giggles well enough to return that gesture, but held her waterlogged form against him. They remained that way for quite some time, snogging unabashed disregard right into the face of the weather. But soon enough the torrent got the better of both of them, its thousand beating limbs indicating that perhaps finding some shelter would be advised.

They set off on round the lake at an awkward, bedraggled jog. They were already far enough that continuing on was as likely to get them to Pete’s shed as going back. Yet this was the end of the lake that they didn’t know quite so well… and the veils of dropping buckets made even 5 yards ahead a looming mystery. At last an electric light gleamed, seemingly within reach. It’s refracting glow almost blinding as it bounced off of every droplet occupying the space between them. Like a moth to flame, Stacy turned her trudge toward it, slightly ahead of Mark as she’d stayed… And promptly disappeared from sight, with an almighty splash to join the infinite smaller ones. Her face as she rose to the surface, of the last protruding prong of the lake, was a priceless pastiche of startled embarrassment. Mark couldn’t help but draw out his, thankfully, waterproof camera and record the moment for all future generations. The water she’d entered was fairly shallow, she could stand up to find it just lapping at her midriff. Yet it had been deep enough to prevent injury, so once her heart had settled Stacy considered herself lucky. Besides, she had hardly got any wetter. The parts of her above and below the surface sang with rather the same sodden grimace. So she posed for a few of Mark’s snapshots, bending her body into what she assumed were incredibly sexy angles as her clothing clung to… everything.

Then she turned around and went for a swim. Whyever not?