Pushing her limits at dance class, she felt fatigue and warm pride, as her overworked legs wavered reluctantly, climbing the stairs from the basement studio to the street. Reaching the top, sticky with hot sweat, she paused before the metal entrance doors and flung herself outside, expecting to be greeted by the humid, blistering dusk.

But, it wasn’t there.

Instead something spat into Lauren’s eye. Shaking her senses and awakening her sluggish confused mind, rain enveloped her.

Suddenly able to breathe, she felt rejuvenated. Her body stirred to life. Wet clothes clung to her, forming a cooling barrier from the dense heat of the air. Puddles, tin cans and rooftops sang playfully.

She was already wet; why soak a cab driver's chair, she thought. It would ruin the ride for every other person trying to escape the rain. As a result, they wouldn't tip the driver. The world would be a better place, if she walked, Lauren decided.

Within two blocks, her entire body was heavy with water; and the contents of her gym bag would soon be as well. Raindrops swelled into every inch of open space. Her feet flip-flopped on the sidewalk, as curious and pitiful eyes watched her safely from behind glass curtains in a dry, urban world of buzzing white lights. A passing car honked, its driver and passengers howling approval at her aquatic beauty, never stopping to offer her a ride. With self-esteem bemusedly reassured by the primal, male catcalls, she continued her insouciant journey home with a straighter spine and a jauntier step.

As if to challenge the acceptance of her soggy fate, Neptune suddenly hurled furious sheets of rain, flinging itself back into the air upon hitting the concrete before joining the torrents rushing down the streets. With each step, a pool of water rose between Lauren’s wrinkled toes.

Finally, urged forward by darkness and the chilled wind, Lauren arrived home. Splattering across her apartment and into the bathroom, she was greeted by a siren’s image staring back at her from the mirror: erect and yearning nipples thrust forward through the clinging shirt; long disheveled hair framed and obscured the other-worldly creature’s visage. Too bad there’s no one here to respond to my siren’s call, she briefly thought; but not pausing for further reflection and quickly shedding the stiff, tight layer of outer skin, she slithered into the shower. The hot water chased away the cold, but enhanced her feelings of arousal.

Stumbling towards her dry, soft bed, she fell into its fluffy embrace. After the recent symphony of sensation, every inch of her flesh was conscious, alive, and clean.

Like a fat cat, Lauren stretched and rolled onto her side, watching the rain glitter in streetlights. Her eyelids fell, and she felt the glowing warmth of her stimulated flesh, shimmering like a cabochon ruby.

Lauren reclined, laying perfectly still. The soft touch of cotton against her skin felt sensual, but its ephemeral cradle threatened collapse if she moved. She wished for the firm softness of a man's flesh; strong yearning suffused her brain and stirred her body.

A soft smile spread across her lips.

Slowly, she slid her hand over her breast, gently brushing and reawakening sensation in her nipple; and with a small twinge of disembodied guilt, she slipped her fingers through springy pubic hair until she felt her soft outer lips.

Lauren’s mind drifted inside her body, through a universe of nerve endings and receptors. The soft, rhythmic motion of her fingers caressing her clit controlled the intoxicating ripples. A new slippery wetness oozed out, coating her labia and trickling onto her thighs. Wanting to be filled, she slipped a single finger into her pussy, pleased with its warmth and softness. She took a moment to feel her fleshy insides, searching for its magical places. Gently, with a slow rhythm, her finger plunged in and out, and a soft wave of inner warmth submerged all other feelings. Her heart raced deliriously, every capillary filling with pink blood. Intoxicated, her mind was unable to resist the primordial urgency and frenzy. Her fingers continued to thrust smoothly past dripping lips, and the palm of her hand rocked against her swollen clit.

Suddenly a deluge of electric crackles raced through her body. Blue lights flashed behind eyelids involuntarily squeezing shut. Thigh muscles quivered inadvertently. Her spine bent back as every muscle fiber clenched tightly for the waves of gushing orgasms.

Lauren lost control.

The tsunami of pleasure ebbed into a harmless pool of gratification. Spent, panting, and pleasured, Lauren's body fell limp. Her fingers rested silently and protectively over still swollen lips. Completely exhausted, and cleansed with bliss, she rolled away from the wet spot she had created, and dove into darkness.