From: [email protected]
Subject: Nurse Jones, singin' in the rain
Date: 19 Jan 93 01:18:43 GMT
From Nurse Jones,
Another snapshot from Nurse Jones' album. Actually, a page ripped from
my diary of last summer. Well, not really a diary. Just a disorganized
stack of diskettes.
Anyway, here's something that should please you horny little lurkers.
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Summer, 1992
It rained last weekend. It has been a dry, hot summer up to now, and
we weren't really expecting rain; When it came it was one of those
warm, heavy tropical downpours that we get down here in the Deep
South. The tree limbs sag under the weight of the water. It comes
straight down, soaking everything, so heavy it kills even the wind.
The roaring noise it makes can be alarming the first time you hear it.
Anyway, we had had a strange evening and the four of us were in a
flaky mood and we went outside and stood in the rain and got soaked to
the skin and THAT reminded me of something that happened three years
ago when we were still in Chicago. We weren't into bondage then.
This doesn't happen every day. It only happend once in my entire
lifetime, so don't get the idea I enjoyed it.
Basically, I got caught in the rain on the way to pick up Jay. He was
working temporarily helping some people with a problem at their
office. If this had happened at his regular office where the people
knew me, I wouldn't be able to post about it without outing myself. In
fact, there are a number of good stories I'd like to tell you but they
would out me in an instant if I posted them. Darn it.
Anyway, this rainshower in Chicago was nearly as heavy as we just had
here.
I was wearing a white cotton dress that is perfectly respectable when
dry and (I discovered -- not very much to my surprise) transparent
when wet. The trouble was, I was wearing practically nothing
underneath: Not only was it hot (Chicago can be awful in the Summer if
the breeze off the lake stops), but I was planning to surprise Jay and
do sexy things to him and see if I could get him to leave early since
it was just a consulting job and he could keep his own schedule. White
panties was it, underwearwise, and they were very thin cotton.
Respectable, but thin.
The dress was absolutely sopping plastered to my thighs and my ass and
my back and my breasts and stomach and everything. If I pulled it away
from my skin it looked less transparent, but I couldn't hold
everything away at once and it stuck to me like glue. It was sopping
wet.
Plus my $5 sandals got wet and I slipped and the strap broke so I had
to squish around in one sandal.
And squish I did, through two hallways and up two flights of stairs
past everyone and his brother to get to where Jay was working.
People were sticking their heads out of offices and going and getting
their buddies to have an ogle. And when I got to where Jay told me to
meet him he was gone and the door was locked and I had to go all the
way back down and ask one of the secretaries to let me in to wait. On
the way I found a ladies room and ducked in to dry off. God I looked
awful. As though I had fallen in a swimming pool. Which reminds me --
but that's another one of those stories. Definitely pooled my assets
on that one, though.
Anyway, the towel dispenser was one of those with the continuous cloth
loop on it and I was too short so I was reduced to toilet paper which
melted and stuck to me in little bits, but at least I looked merely
damp instead of like I was shrink- wrapped. Thank God one of the
secretaries took pity on me and loaned me a raincoat to cover myself
with.
And thank God there was a comfy cotton lab coat in the office to wear
when I finally got in. With almost enough buttons. So there I was in a
strange office reading a magazine about computers which I was not at
all interested in at the time, and my dress and panties are over a
chair in front of a space heater and a fan and finally he comes in
with two complete strangers and there I am with nothing under this lab
coat but me and one of them (not the attractive one) keeps looking at
my panties on the chair and back at me and back at my panties, and Jay
is loving every minute of it, the bastard.
Still, mission accomplished.
I think today I might have been able to handle -- even exploit -- the
embarrassment. Not then, though. I was pretty vanilla then.
In order to leave, I had to walk through those halls wearing the lab
coat and by then the whole building knew I wasn't wearing a stitch
under it. It was excruciating.
I thought a lab coat was supposed to lend an air of authority.
Nurse Jones,
far too much air and
very little authority.
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