Walking In The Rain

Walking In The Rain

When I was first married my wife and I would go for a walk in a nice warm summer rain. She was eighteen, tall, thin, and had the cutest 32-A titties you ever wanted to see. And I always wanted to see them. Like they say more than a mouthful is a waste!

Back in those early days of marriage she would wear one of my white T-shirts without a bra and go for a walk with me. It wasn’t a downpour by any means, it was just one of those light rains on an eighty degree evenings. We would hold hands and stop often to kiss. It was very romantic. We would stop under every streetlight so that I could look at her. My T-shirts were kind of thick and the material soaked up a lot of rain before it become transparent and even then it was hard to see her light pink nipples and areola.

Over the years my wife found some much thinner white T-shirts for girls. They had thin straps, no sleeves, and were almost transparent dry. She bought a few just for walking in the rain. Also over the years she gave birth to two children and her nipples got bigger and darker along with her areola. The walks in the rain got better and better as far as I was concerned.

Occasionally my wife would put one of those T-shirts under a warm faucet to get it wet then put it on to impress me. It always worked. A couple of times I have squirted her with the hose at the kitchen sink. I always thought that she could win a wet T-shirt contest but she never would enter.

Then our two daughters would go for walks with us. It was fun from the time that they could walk up until they started growing tits about ten or eleven when they became self-conscious.

Surprisingly a year or two later they started joining us again on those warm summer evenings. I was pretty sure that my wife had a talk with them about our family wet T-shirt contests. Anyway things got much nicer.

When our oldest daughter turned thirteen I liked seeing her in a transparent T-shirt. At fourteen she started wearing white shorts too with colorful panties and I liked that too. At fifteen she stopped wearing the panties and the shorts became the tight seamless kind that girls exercise in. They form fit her maturing pussy like a glove and the material got pretty transparent too. I saw her pussy fur and would get an erection.

Of course my wife and youngest daughter would wear the same shorts. My wife got me some white shorts too but wouldn’t let me wear underwear if they didn’t wear any. So of course my erection would show and the girls would giggle. My wife soon pointed out that they might be giggling but they were definitely interested in what I had between my legs. She pointed out that I too was interested in what they had between their legs. Fair is fair!

At fifteen years old Jill is becoming quite the cutie. Colleen is thirteen years old and almost as pretty. My wife thinks that Colleen will be prettier than Jill in a few years. My wife is thirty-five and she still turns heads.

We were watching the news one night after a movie and before going to bed. The weatherman announced light misty rain for the next few days.