Summer Rain

When I was younger I just loved to walk in the rain, smell the fresh air and pretend the rain would wash away all the problems in the area. It was a nice thought, but the real world always crept back in. For instance, the moment I entered our house, my mother would be angry at me saying, "Sarah, you got your clothes soaked again! Change out of them quickly and towel off!" Needless to say, that kind of dissipated most of the good feelings the rain had provided.

I'm an adult out on my own now and I still love the rain, but for a different reason. Over the years it's become almost a fetish for me to be out in it. Since I've now been exposed to the more exciting aspects of life for a woman, I'm able to indulge my kinky whims. I could feel my heart speeding up as a plan was forming for a possible adventure for my next rainy day. As part of my planning, I was pretty sure that I'd need to check out the offerings in the second hand store. If I was successful there, then I'd visit the 'big box' hardware store for supplies.

Not to brag, but my parents' gene pool was kind to me. I enjoyed my bright natural blonde hair, both above and below. However, I kept the below part neatly trimmed. I like a fine fur on my mound, but not a bush down there, especially in bikini season. Also, as long as I was thoughtful about what I eat, I enjoy a lithe figure with hefty enough breasts that keep the men looking and staring. My genes, or perhaps it's just my psyche, blessed me with a big sex drive. Add to that the fact that I warm to my inner fire of possessing a kinky nature, with the many videos I've seen on the internet just acting like they pour fuel onto that fire, and you'll have some idea of what drives me.

As I entered the second hand shop, inhaling its characteristic mildly funky scent, I my eyes began to scan the racks of clothes and shoes. An older woman was the sales clerk today. I asked, "Where would I look for raincoats, please?" Smiling, she pointed to the back left of the store.

I worked my way back there and began to carefully scan the racks, not exactly sure what I was looking for, but of course it had to be in my size. That's when I came upon a bright orange vinyl raincoat. Trying it on, I found that it fit well enough, hanging down to just slightly above my knees. It felt a bit snug with regard to what I was planning for my coming adventure, but it would do, and I liked the color.

Turning, I was planning to take my find up to buy it when I saw a pair of vinyl boots in my size on the shelves. Instead of being orange, they were bright red and had a short heel. Nonetheless, I tried them on and they fit perfectly and they came up to just below my knees. Smiling, I thought I'd stand out in such bright, slightly clashing colors, probably bringing attention to me, which might thrill me with humiliation.

After buying the coat and boots, I proceeded to the nearby 'big box' hardware store. I'd been in there before, and I was certain they'd have everything I needed. The store was crowded with a few clerks and a lot of handymen all intent on their business and needs. Some of them noticed me, checking out my figure, making my mind start to wander with naughty thoughts. When I think naughty thoughts I start manufacturing my own unique 'perfume' which I seem to enjoy as much as the people around me. It makes me feel really sexy.

Stopping one employee, I said, "I'd like to buy some chain. Can you help me?" After trying his best to visually undress me by staring at my chest, he smiled and beckoned, escorting me to the rack where there were spools of chain and cable stored for display. After a quick glance at the lot, I I held up a section that would anchor a boat, and told him, "I need a strong, light chain, not a heavy one like this."

"Ah, OK. Look at this other side," he replied. We walked to the far side of the display, and he pointed one out to me. It was real chain. By that, I mean not the kind that had just closed links but the kind with real solid links. It was just what I wanted, so I nodded. "How much do you need?" he asked.

That called for some quick thinking on my part, since I hadn't measured myself, and didn't want to do it in front of him. For all he knew, I was creating some art display. Shrugging mentally, I told him, "Nine feet should be enough. Thank you."

He pulled it out from its spool, measuring it along a ruler built into the edge of the display. Holding it at the nine foot mark, he took a bolt cutter to cut it. Writing the dimension and cost of the chain on a tag, he affixed it to the length of chain, and placed it into a bag for me to take to the cash register.

"Thank you," I said with a grateful smile. "I also need a padlock that'll fit it. Where should I look?" I inhaled a deep breath which I've found makes men a lot more cooperative. His eyes bulged a little and then he walked me two aisles over to another display, showing many different types of locks. "Of course the lock has to fit into the links of the chain," I explained, holding out the loose end of my purchase. Nodding his understanding, he showed me a small but sturdy looking lock, and tested it on the links, showing that it fit perfectly. "Thanks again. Have a lovely day," I told him. Just then another customer came up and asked for help. As the employee turned and was distracted, I grabbed two more of the small locks. Not looking back, I went to the cashier and bought the chain and the three locks.

When I got home, I was anxious to check the length and the locks to make sure everything would work as I'd visualized. First I checked that the keys all worked well in their locks. I labeled one set of keys 'N', another set 'F' and the third set 'B' and set them on my bed next to the corresponding lock. Then I stripped naked and stood in front of my mirror and placed one end of the chain around my neck until it was snug and locked it on, using lock 'N' for neck. Hearing the padlock snap closed sent a thrill through my body. I watched in the mirror as I draped the rest of the chain down between my breasts.

"Yikes!" I yelped. "The chain is friggin' cold!" I complained. My body soon warmed the lengths that were touching my skin. Dangling the chain down between my breasts to my waist, I held it there with one hand. Now I wanted to wrap it around my waist, but I only had two hands. Sighing, I had an idea that might work. Holding the vertical part of the chain in place with my left hand, I used my right hand to wrap it around my right side. But when I got it part way across my back, I had to tuck the cold chain between my butt cheeks to temporarily anchor it, suppressing a yelp about the cold this time. Then I grabbed the vertical chain with my right hand and reached behind me with my left, dislodging the chain from my butt cheeks to drag it around left to the vertical chain.

Snugging up the waist-encircling chain, I locked it to the vertical one using lock 'F' for front. The remaining chain was getting short, causing me to worry that I'd miscalculated the length. But continuing gamely, I pulled the chain between my legs until it was snug between my pussy lips. Looking at my backside in the mirror, I secured the pussy chain to the waist encircling chain at my back center and locked it there with lock 'B' for back.

Sighing again, I realized I had indeed miscalculated the length, but in the other direction. I still had about twelve inches of chain hanging down my butt crack, ending near my thighs in back. At first I was annoyed, but then thought that section might be usable in some way. Besides, I had no tool like a bolt cutter to remove the excess chain. For a movement test, I walked down stairs and all around inside my house and noticed that the chain between my pussy lips rubbed them in a way that felt nice. The dangling chain end got between my butt cheeks as I walked, and bounced against my thighs. I'd have to give it more thought. I knew that if nothing else, I could always zip tie it to the waist chain to get it out of the way.

Several days later, I went into a craft store for some wax candles, zip ties, and spare batteries (for some reason my vibrator batteries wear out fast). While there, I noticed a manikin. Looking closely, I saw they had a wire at its waist that connected to the wall of the display to prevent it from falling over, I could do something like that with my spare chain, I guessed -- but that idea sort of scared me. Standing in one spot for too long might draw the wrong sort of attention to me.

As I walked through the aisles I heard a small tinkling sound. A small child was with her mother, and the little girl had a toy with a tiny bell that would ring when it moved. "Aha! That's it!" I thought. I hurried around looking for something similar that would work for my adventure. I found the craft display of small bells. There were several to select from, with some of them bell shaped in different sizes and some others were like jingle bells, and therefore round in shape. I selected one of the larger jingle bells -- about one and a half to two inches in diameter. It had a distinctive sound and, combined with its size, would always remind me it was there -- bouncing against my thighs.

I was about to purchase my various objects when I realized I had to connect the bell to the chain in some manner. I found a small steel ring that you could slide keys on and felt that this would work fine for the bell.

When I got home, as before, I did a trial run, adding the bell onto the loose chain end that would be down my buttocks and between my thighs. Again assembling on my nude body the various chains with their padlocks, I wandered around inside my house and it worked perfectly. The slightest movement caused the bell to ring but strolling along really made it sing out its note. My success thus far turned me on so much that I caressed my tits as I walked, making my nipples engorge and throb with happiness.

I had a plan, and all the supplies were bought and assembled. All I needed was the weather. Now the hard and tedious part, waiting for that proper weather, and needing it to happen on a day that I was off from work. I kept a close eye on weather developments, leaving my TV on silently with it sitting visible from my computer.

It was about a week later on a cloudy Saturday that I could feel that the weather was changing. The TV weather reporter said, "Folks, there's a very high chance of rain starting this afternoon and continuing on well into Sunday." Sure enough, that afternoon the rain started but the temperature stayed warm. If nothing changed, Sunday was going to be the day for my adventure.

Sunday morning, the TV weather radar showed a lot of green and predicted it was going to be windy for hours. Around 11am, I got ready, every thing was locked on me and one last check showed the rain continuing. The sound of the bell worried me a bit, but I figured I wouldn't meet many people out in the downpour. In my experience, not very many people had a rain fetish like I did.

Before going out the door, I put the boots on, zipped them up and put the raincoat on, closing it all the way up to my neck. As I stepped out onto the porch and saw the steady rain, I added a tie-dyed scarf to protect my hair. As I did so, I giggled, because it struck me that with all the bright colors, I looked like a 1970 fashion ad in a magazine. As I reached over to turn the TV off, there was an ad saying a store just added a new location and displayed a big number 3 on the screen. That gave me an idea. I promised myself, "I'll have to talk to three different people during this adventure, before I allow myself to come home."

With that decision, I closed and locked my front door behind me and placed its key under the flower pot. The keys to the locks on my chains were up on my bedroom dresser. I had no money or identification on me, and I was naked and chained under my raincoat. As I headed down the street, I felt quite vulnerable. My imagination convinced me that everyone peeking out their windows knew my secret, which made me blush a deep red with humiliation. I tried moving quickly but that made the bell ring very noisily, so I had to slow down.

I walked and walked but I was not meeting any people at all. Given my self-imposed promise, I started to get worried. Hoping for better luck, I headed towards downtown expecting a better chance to meet more people.

After what felt like a lot of walking, I saw a man getting into his car, so I hurried over and asked, "Can you please tell me the correct time, Sir?" Even though my hurry made the bell ring a lot, I figured that with his car door closed, he probably wouldn't hear it over the rain drumming on the car roof. He didn't even roll down his window to speak to me, just yelled the time through the window glass before pulling away. When he'd answered me, I thought "One down and two to go."

A little later, I was passing a church and several women came out in a group. They were all loudly over-reacting to the rain. Their voices covered the sound of my bell as I approached close enough to shout over the rain, "Which way is main street, please?" One shouted something but they all pointed in one direction, so I nodded and started that direction, thinking, "Two down and one to go."

The rain became even heavier and no one seemed to be out. I saw an inhabited police car parked in a shopping center. It wasn't my first choice to interact with a policeman dressed as I was, but I walked close to his car, trying not to ring the bell. As I stopped next to his door, he actually rolled down the top part of his window, asking, "Can I help you?"

I smiled and said, "I'm out in this filthy weather because I was supposed to meet one of my friends at the cafe over there and wonder if I'm early or late. Can you please tell me the time, Officer?" I was so nervous about getting caught like this, and trying to keep the bell quiet that I was trembling a little while I talked to him. When he told me the time, I said, "Thanks! I'm a little early so I think I'll get into that shop and warm up to wait. Have a nice day, Sir." I waited until he closed his window tight before I stepped away as quietly as I could. Finally, I'd reached my goal of 3 interactions, but I figured I'd better enter the cafe in case the officer was watching me.

As I neared the shop, suddenly a woman came out with two kids in tow. Since I was moving and not expecting to meet anyone, my bell was jingling merrily. One of the kids said excitedly, "Aunt Helen, I think I hear the ice cream truck bell!"

The Aunt said, "Look, Bobby, it's raining hard so no ice cream truck is going to be trying to sell things today. And besides, there's your mother's car, so lets get you and Shelly safe and warm in her car and out of this rain. We had a nice visit." But the woman shot me a glance and pointed at the cafe in a silent command that I'd better stay right there.

I watched as she loaded her niece and nephew into the back seat of the car, helped with seat belts, and exchanged a few words with their mother. Then she closed the car door and approached me, waving goodbye as the car drove off. "OK, Miss Ice Cream Truck," she addressed me. "Let's go inside."

Dumbfounded, I obeyed. The Aunt was nice enough to get me a hot cocoa drink, which I sipped and enjoyed the warmth in my hands, while she had some hot tea. The place was virtually empty, and our table was isolated, so if we talked quietly, we wouldn't be overheard. Aunt Helen said softly, "Let me guess. Underneath that raincoat you're naked, with some sort of bell attached which makes a ringing sound as you move. Am I right?"

She spoke so straightforwardly that I'm sure my eyes got big and round like an owl in the total darkness. Busted. What was she going to do? I figured I'd better cooperate. "Well, sort of right. It's true I have no clothes on underneath. But I'm locked into a chain, and the bell is attached to the end of the chain." I paused and gulped. "What are you planning to do?" I asked, my heart sinking to somewhere below my stomach.

"Well, I'm planning to find out if I just met someone with tastes similar to my own," she answered, grinning. "Kinky tastes, of course, but I admit I've never been out in a heavy rainstorm wearing just a vinyl raincoat. Is it fun?"

"My name is Sarah, May I call you Helen? I don't want to call you Aunt," I explained. She nodded, smiling. "Well, Helen, I've always had a fetish for being out in the rain, although usually normally dressed. I like how the rain washes the air clear -- it makes me feel optimistic. But this is my first adventure dressed like this."

"How does this adventure make you feel, Sarah?" Helen asked, clearly interested.

"Ummm... nervous, excited, a little scared, aroused, very aware of my body, sexy, elated -- quite a few emotions, Helen."

"That sounds great. Did you cum as you walked?" I was a little shocked at how easily she asked that question.

"Not quite, although part of the chain rubs my pussy as I walk. That normally would be enough, I guess. But today I set myself a goal to talk to at least three people before I can go home and unlock the chain. So that goal actually dampened my arousal anytime I tried to approach someone, with that darn bell clanging away."

Helen laughed. "And Booby asking out loud where the ice cream truck was probably didn't help."

I shook my head ruefully. "No, I was mortified, wondering how I was going to deal with it if he kept asking and trying to locate the source."

"I thought you might be experiencing something like that, which is why I distracted Bobby, and pointed at this cafe, so we could chat." She looked around. "Now Sarah, would you do me a favor?" she asked.

"What favor?"

"Your back is to the cafe front window and the cashier, and we're alone back here with no one behind me. Would you show me how kinky you are by unbuttoning the top part of your raincoat? I'm quite curious."

I blushed so hard up into my hair that it felt like my scalp was on fire. But I thought to myself, "Helen did bail me out of that situation, and if she's as kinky as she claims, I've found a kindred spirit here. So why not?" Grinning but trying to act very nonchalant, I started unbuttoning the top few buttons of the raincoat.

I could tell when the chain around my neck and padlock came into view, because Helen's pupils dilated as she drank in the sight. Then I thought, "Well if that thrills her, how about this?" The buttoned up coat in this room was getting me overheated. I unbuttoned a few more buttons and the raincoat opened enough to let my chest cool off and I'm sure Helen had a look at one or both of my naked tits. Sure enough, as she stared, she subconsciously licked her lips.

"I like how comfortable you seem to be with your body, Sarah. Are you enjoying showing it to me like this?" Helen asked.

"To be honest, Helen, I'm a little disappointed that I can't show you more, but that's impossible here. And I wish I could see yours as well."

"What would you do if I let you see it?" she asked, flirting now.

"I'd probably try to learn what makes you cum," I whispered, flirting back.

"Sarah, I live alone nearby, and I've really been looking for a kinky playmate. I can't do anything tonight, but I'm free any evening this upcoming week. Would you like to come over and have a sort of kinky play date?"

My heart was thumping hard in my chest, and my kinky inner self was jumping up and down screaming internally, "Yes, yes, yes! Say yes! You'll regret it if you don't." Outwardly, I tried to say calmly, "That sounds like it could be a lot of fun. How can we get into contact with each other?"

She took out a notebook and a pencil, wrote her name, address and phone number on one of its pages, tore that out and passed it to me. On another page she wrote down my phone number as I dictated it. "Try to keep the page I gave you dry. Please give me a call sometime tomorrow evening. Sorry, but I must go now." She gave me a kiss on my cheek, like we were old friends. Of course, while she was leaning over to do that one of her hands strayed inside my raincoat to cup one of my bare tits and give it a gentle squeeze. "I promise I'll do more than this," she whispered. "Oh, you may want to button back up before you stand up." Done whispering, she said more loudly, "Talk soon!" and left.