Today was one of these gloomy days of the rainy season in Singapore when night takes over brightness in the middle of the afternoon. Apocalypse seemed set to happen for the end of the day and I wanted nothing else but go back home and lie under the bed sheets to watch a romantic DVD. To add to this gloomy touch, the day seemed never ending as it looked like it was 6pm when your watch was displaying only 4pm.
However I made up my mind to save the day: if it was still raining after office hours I should exercise and go for a run. But that would be a special jog. As I already revealed to my dear readers, the feeling of the raindrops falling on my body and completely wetting it while running arouses me. This feeling becomes even more intense when I am wearing tight running clothes that stick to my skin. A small smile finally illuminated my face while working in the office. Yes that was decided: tonight I’ll do some exercise! And if totally soaked and turned on (which I don’t doubt I would be) I will play with myself in the shower to relax my muscles after the physical exercise.
When I was walking back home the weather was still bad. The rain was pouring less than earlier on but still enough to keep my running plan on. I surprised myself walking home faster than usual proving that my hormones already took control of my mind and my muscles. Once I reached home I quickly walked over to my wardrobe and picked a white tight top, a cotton running bra and a pair of black thighs. These thighs shrank after a few washings and were a bit too small for me (no, I assure you I have not gained weight since I bought these thighs). But that was the exact reason I chose them: they are so tight that they are showing the beautiful shape of the lips of my intimate part. Lastly, I tied my hair and wore my shoes: I was all set to become wet…
After a few stretches to warm my muscles up, I launched an application on my phone that helps me keep track of my exercise sessions. I would go for a 40 minutes/5 Kms run to east coast and back. This distance was at the same time enough to let go the stress I accumulated and not too tiring so that I would still have some energy left to decently play with myself in the shower later. I was sure I would be completely horny by the time my jog was over.
True enough, after only a few minutes of running in the rain my clothes were already soaking. My mind was focusing on the vefy much enjoyable feeling of the raindrops falling on my body and wetting my body on their path to the floor. From my head, to my shoulders, to my stomach and then on my legs: no part of my skin was spared from the soaking of the heavy drops. I really enjoyed this and was getting turned on. I surprised running faster and faster and the idea of looking for a dark and desert place on east coast where I could finger myself crossed my mind for a while. No, I should be strong, resist to this urge and enjoy this special feeling longer. I will only let my hands travel my body and give me pleasure at home. No matter how excited I was I had to finish my 40 minutes exercise before allowing my fingers to give me my solo pleasure. A little torture of mine to endure but a stimulating one.
After 10 minutes of exercise, I was totally wet. Not only my body by the rain but also my intimate part by my arousal. I could feel my hardened tits rubbing against the cotton of my bra at every step I was making. These were 10 mere minutes: how was I going to stand running in such conditions for 30 more minutes?
The answer was simple: focus on running and run faster to make the exercise and sweet torture end as early as possible. I think I have never run that fast over such a long period of time. I managed to finish my 5km run in less than 35 minutes. This is a personal record. It is decidedly helpful to have a real target to aim for when you jog: showering was what I was deeply craving for.
When I finally reached home, I frenetically switched on the water heater. This time I would definitely take my own sweet time in the bathroom so the temperature would have to be steamy hot. I then took off my clothes that quickly dropped on the floor. Even my bra was completely wet. My panty was not only wet, there were some white discharge of pleasure visible at the bottom of it.
When the temperature of the water was warm enough I entered the shower. My head was light and my fingers knew that they would have total freedom to accomplish their task: make my whole body shiver of pleasure. And they perfectly did their job. My right hand started by slowly but firmly squeezing my boobs while the other hand was caressing my upper thighs. My eyes remained closed: while touching myself in the shower I was imagining myself outside in the rain taking a break in my run. I was picturing passers by looking at me totally naked body and receiving delectable touches from my soft hands. Some of them would look at me and ask me if I needed help… But after a while, the pleasure was becoming too hard to control and I opened my eyes. My legs were getting very weak and I had to sit on the floor of the shower. I laid my back against the bay window, opened my legs and pushed my feet against the wall of the shower head. Not that the position was terribly comfortable but I nonetheless remained like that for about 20 minutes; it let open the gate of joy hole to my fingers which were moving in my pussy in search of my g-spot. My butt started to feel painful against the hard floor but the pleasure was too intense to stop prematurely. I continued for a while and I allowed more fingers to enter my sweet hole.
I finally came: I could not mute a load moan that I am sure the neighbors heard. I continued touching myself for an additional 5 to 10 minutes hoping to come again. My instinct was correct. I came again so easily after only a few strokes against my clitoris. This whole jogging excited me well above my expectations: I have to try this again I promised myself.
I then washed myself. After all, I was in the shower and I was supposed to get clean.