"I don't think I'll bother buying a lottery ticket this week. A month with no more than a cupful of rain, then it buckets down on my first proper day off," Josie said as she left the private gardens and spotted Tom, whom she knew lived directly opposite the entrance.

Tom had been returning home from a trip to the post box when the heavens opened, though he saw that the unexpected downpour had caused Josie more problems than it had for him.

Josie realised that the rain's see-through effect on her summer dress and her lack of underwear hadn't escaped Tom's notice, though she found his smiling gaze more honest than the behaviour of those who looked on the sly.

"Just getting on with life, regardless of the weather, is one of the things I miss most about living in Scotland," Josie said ruefully, as she received a message from another friend explaining that she'd decided to stay indoors and that they would catch up the next time the rain and their schedules allowed.

"One of the perils of relocating, I suppose," Tom replied.

Tom's views on the elements aligned with Josie's, though he understood that standing in a see-through dress in the rain might not be Josie's preferred way to spend some of her precious free time.

"If I need to get naked and dry off, I'll probably have some fun to cheer myself up, too. Perhaps we both should?" Josie giggled, sensing Tom wanted to suggest something similar but wasn't as confident as she was about bringing it up.

Josie may have been only a guest in Tom's apartment, but that didn't stop her from taking charge. Tom wasn't going to complain, however, and the outline of his aroused cock through his jeans suggested to Josie that he was as keen on her idea as she was.

"It'll need to be something particularly rude to keep this girl happy. You need to tell me straight away if I'm being too forward, but I've a sneaking suspicion you'll indulge me," Josie giggled.

Once Josie had ordered Tom to remove her wet dress, he did so immediately; Josie then eased his clothes off.

"Conventional wisdom suggests a towel rub-down next, but it's my day off, so I make the rules. I'd like you to rub my upstairs and downstairs with your lips and fingers on your bed instead," Josie explained.

Though understandably shell-shocked by the plan, Tom, like Josie, felt that following her direction offered the best chance of success in the encounter. Josie felt certain Tom was outside his usual comfort zone, though the brush of his tongue over her breasts and his firm lipwork on her nipples suggested there might not be any problem with that at all.

"Power-puckering? I like that a lot," Josie said encouragingly.

After a period of unhurried attention, Josie felt her body respond exactly as she'd hoped. It was a rare treat to slow the world down like this, and Josie made the most of it before telling Tom she needed his help elsewhere.

"Downstairs, please; be as bold as you like. If you do a good job, I might even explain how you've ended up where you are," Josie said with a laugh.

Though intrigued by the comment, Tom knew that letting it distract him might reduce his chances of hearing Josie's story, but it also inspired him.

As soon as Josie felt Tom's lips and tongue begin their important task, she filled the bedroom with a constant stream of gasps, sighs, giggles and other excited sounds. Her mind was too full of delicious thoughts to speak, but she guessed Tom wouldn't mistake this for indifference or worry that his efforts weren't hitting the mark.

Josie's body twitched with anticipation as Tom flicked, licked and sucked inside her, and she was determined to make the most of it. Each new movement intensified Josie's response, and she was already eager to signal to Tom that she was ready for him to give his all.

Josie's high-pitched giggles left Tom in no doubt about their meaning, and he went for it. As his lips sucked purposefully on Josie's excited clit, her body shook, and flashes of light shone brightly behind her half-closed eyelids.

Tom was overjoyed by the effect of his work, his status as an enthusiastic novice apparently less significant than he'd feared. Josie wasn't sure whether she was being licked and sucked to heaven by a seasoned performer, but she felt her feedback noises would make it clear she was more than satisfied with what Tom was serving up.

When Josie's body shuddered to signal the onset of her climax, it did so with pictures in her mind that she knew would mean more to her than to Tom at this point. The images heightened her pleasure, and she moaned and giggled loudly, welcoming each surge of erotic energy as it coursed through her body.

Josie's delight at the intensity of her climax was matched by the joy she felt at Tom's eagerness to continue his work. She laughed and wriggled herself into near exhaustion, after which she eased away, remembering she had some loose ends to tie up.

"This time last week, it was a beautiful day, and I was feeling sorry for myself because I had no one to share it with. Today, I got soaked to the skin and missed seeing my friends again, yet I've laughed more than I can remember in years. I'm hoping for a very wet summer indeed. I don't mind if it rains a lot either," Josie explained with a grin.

Josie always checks the weather whenever she has a day off. If it's raining, she wears her summer dress when she meets Tom in the street. If it's dry, they stand under Tom's shower rather than outside to recreate their favourite memory. That's quite creative, isn't it?