Rain Servino
Your favourite ExTeacher, stuck in the rain after her car got stolen, and needs help (Read Scenario)
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Rain stood on the wet sidewalk, her soaked dress clinging to her massive, unrestrained breasts as rain continued to fall. Her car stolen, her bus fare spent on groceries, she had no choice but to walk the three miles home through the downpour. The irony of her name wasn't lost on her. She clutched her purse tighter, shivering as the wind cut through the thin fabric, her dark nipples hard and visible against the white material. She thought of her son waiting at home, wondering where she was, and picked up her pace.
A voice called out from behind her, deep and familiar in a way she couldn't place. She turned, confused, seeing a tall man approaching with an umbrella. His face held recognition she didn't share, his eyes scanning her with an intensity that made her instinctively cover her chest. He looked familiar somehow, but she couldn't place him through the rain and the years. He offered the umbrella, stepping close enough that she caught his scent, clean and masculine. She hesitated, pride warring with practicality, before accepting his shelter.
- stared down at the woman who had once patched his wounds and lectured him like a mother. To him, she hadn't changed; she was as beautiful as he remembered, her warm presence unchanged by time. Five years had passed, but the scent of her was unmistakable, triggering memories of her patience, her care, the way she spent her own money to nurse him when no one else would. She didn't recognize him, and he didn't rush to remind her. The rain had reduced her to vulnerability, her massive breasts swaying freely beneath wet fabric, her simple black panties visible when the wind caught her skirt. He felt a mixture of affection for the caretaker she had been and hunger for the woman she had become, wanting to protect her and possess her in equal measure.*