I really love the rain, very much. I love the pitter-patter sound it makes on the roof or on my car. I love the way it looks as the raindrops make tiny splashes in puddles. I love the way the drops run down the window. I also love being outside in it, at least when it's not too cold, but it's rare that I have an opportunity to be outside in it without having to sit around in wet clothes all day, or having my hair go wild as it dries afterward. To be completely honest, as much as I love getting wet, staying wet is very uncomfortable and frustrating for me. I get cold way too easy too, so if there's a breeze, a fan, or even just a lower temperature, I'm miserable. For this reason, I avoid getting wet as much as possible when I'm going somewhere, like work or a dinner out or a friend's house or anything like that, and will usually only get wet if I can change right away afterward or if I'm active outdoors and it will dry quickly (like hiking trips in the hot summer).

Anyways, today as I left work, there was a heavy downpour. I have a long commute, almost an hour, so I didn't want to get too wet going to my car, so I took a shortcut and jumped off the loading dock right near where my car was parked instead of leaving through the main doors. I got a little wet because I had to jump through the roof runoff, but it wasn't too bad. Nothing that would make the drive home too uncomfortable.

I had to stop at the gas station to buy some more energy drinks because I practically need caffiene to survive. As I pulled in, I saw something that distracted me so much I almost crashed into a gas pump. A woman who was maybe a few years older than me (I'm in my early 30's) was standing just past the edge of the roof with her head tilted back, the raindrops splashing on her face, while her gas tank was being filled. She wasn't wearing anything special, just a black tshirt, some moderately tight jeans, and flipflops with her dark hair loose down her back, but she just looked so content and relaxed as the rain soaked her. I was almost tempted to do the same, but I didn't want to get wet right then with most of my drive still ahead of me. Besides, I didn't even need gas.

I parked as close to the door as I could and went inside to grab what I needed so I could see the woman again on my way out, but I guess I took too long. By the time I came back out, her car was gone. I was a bit disappointed because I never got a good view of her face and she just seemed so relaxed and happy. I would have loved a chance to talk to her, even though I know I wouldn't have. I'm just not good at talking to strangers, so i tend to avoid it if at all possible.

She was on my mind a bit as I drove home in that downpour. Even better, the it was still a heavy downpour when I got into my neighborhood. I have a bit of a weird layout to the property of the house I rent. It was bought as a double lot, with the second lot being on the corner of the block, so my driveway is actually around the corner from my house, on the other side of that building. I could have just run for the backdoor, which would have meant maybe 30 seconds in the rain, but instead, I decided to take the sidewalk along the street, around the other building.

I quickly traded out my steel-toed work shoes for a pair of running shoes i keep in my car sort of as a guard against the easy anti-gym excuse of "I didn't bring my workout clothes." I debated in my mind whether or not I should instead change into the pair of black peeptoe heels I keep in my trunk for those times where I inevitably forget to bring the heels I planned to for some date or other fancy event (I don't like driving in heels, so I wear flats when I drive and change into heels once I get there). But that just seemed too obviously intentional, especially since anyone who could see my driveway would see me change into them. Besides, it was 8am, and they didn't really go with my work clothes. So i stuck with the running shoes, leaving my work shoes in the car so they wouldn't get wet.

I took my time walking around to my front door, and when I got about halfway to the corner, I noticed the storm drain was flooding. The water was almost up to the curb and I hadn't seen any other flooding in the neighborhood so far, so I knew something was blocking it. My gym shoes are somewhat worn out, so I wasn't too concerned about them. I walked over to the puddle and stepped in off the curb, enjoying the feeling as my shoes were submerged and filled with water. Using my feet, I cleared away some stuff caught in the weeds that were growing in the cracks in the concrete around the drain, mentally making a note that i should probably pull out those weeds once it dries up a bit.

Once I was sure the water was draining, I continued on to my front door, then pretended to be a little annoyed because I had conveniently "forgotten" my lunchbox (which I use sort of as a purse for work because I hate actually carrying a purse around) back in my car so I had to walk all the way back to my car to get it, then retrace my steps again to my front door. By this point, I was completely soaked, having been out in the rain for almost 15 minutes between the three trips. I was loving it! But, sadly, my walk in the rain ended as I went inside. That wasn't the end though!

My roommate had already left for work, so i had the place to myself. The walk was refreshing, but I was starting to get cold and I decided a quick, hot shower was in order. Even better, since Amber wasn't here to tease me, I could even change clothes if I wanted. I thought about it for a moment, but decided I was already wet and chilly and just wanted to get into the shower. But...I didn't want to do it barefoot. I had left my soaked gym shoes and socks at the front door due to the dirty water from the storm drain and didn't want to put them on again. I did have to rinse them though, so I grabbed them and tossed them into the shower before I went to my closet to pick a different pair of shoes to wear.

Now, when I get wet intentionally in the shower or bath at home, I almost always either do it barefoot or in a pair of heels. To be honest, I'm just not a big fan of wet running shoes. Besides that, I like the "I feel sexy!" feeling I get from wearing heels and I don't get a whole lot of opportunities to wear heels outside the house anymore, especially since Covid messed everything up.

For work last night (I work the night shift, in case that wasn't obvious by now), I wore black skinny jeans with a royal blue polo over a white tank top. I briefly thought about putting on my strappy blue heels that matched my polo, but then my eyes hit on a box in the back of my closet. Inside that box was a pair of boots that I had bought just before Covid shut everything down, so I never got to wear them out. Since then, I'd been saving them for a date or other special event, but nothing like that has happened for me lately. Dating was never really fun for me. I hate doing the whole get-to-know-you routine over and over when I don't usually have a lot of second dates. Because of that, I just don't bother with dating much anymore. I'm happy with my roommate, my parents and sister, and my D&D groups. Why complicate that with someone who will interfere with all of those and probably even judge me for liking getting my clothes wet? Ok, I admit, I do get lonely sometimes and go on a dating app, but often chicken out or change my mind once I get a match.

So, anyways, back to these boots. I love them! They're soft black leather with a strap around the ankle with a rhinestone-covered silver buckle, knee high, with a 1 1/2 inch platform and a 5-inch stiletto heel. They're super sleek aside from the buckled strap and fit my calves perfectly, like they were made just for me. And they're brand new, having only been worn a couple times around my house for a few minutes at a time. I was a little worried about damaging them the first time I wore them aside from modelling for myself in front of the mirror, but once i had zipped them up over my skinny jeans, there was no way I was taking them off. They made me feel so sexy, and they looked great with my outfit. I strutted around my room like a dork for a bit before going down the hallway to turn on the shower. I had a minute or two to wait until the water was hot enough, so I wandered around the house just reveling in how amazingly sexy they made me feel.

I'm not going to lie and claim to be some perfect ten supermodel. To be honest, I'm actually pretty average. I'm 5'6, somewhere between too-skinny and athletic, and my butt and boobs aren't really anything to write home about (and your parents might not understand why you're writing to them about some girl's average-looking butt and boobs, so maybe don't do that). But in those boots, I felt like a supermodel. I don't care what anyone else thinks. I felt damn sexy in them, and it made me happy.

After strutting around the house like Tyra Banks for a few minutes, I was getting more and more excited for the shower. If these boots felt like this dry, imagine what they'd feel like all warm and soaked!

I went back to my bedroom to grab my bathrobe, then shut the bathroom door behind me just in case Amber came home for some reason. After hanging up my robe on the door hook, I turned around and slowly stepped toward the shower. The bathroom was already getting a bit steamy, so I flicked on the fan/vent, then stood in front of the bathtub/shower combination and looked down at my outfit, especially the boots. "I really hope these are ok afterward," I thought as I was having second thoughts about ruining something that made me feel so good. But I wasn't going to stop now. I'd better just rip off the band-aid.

I lifted my leg up to step into the tub... and nearly fell face-first into the porcelain tub when my heel caught on the edge. I managed to catch myself on the wall and shower door, then carefully lifted my leg even higher to get over the edge. Sometimes it sucks being short. Holding onto the wall for support, I straightened my leg out in front of me, watching in excitement as the hot water started splashing onto the soft black leather. I leaned forward and bent my knee so that the water was now hitting my jeans-clad knee and flowing down into the boot. It felt sooo good!

I just couldn't wait any longer, so I carefully placed the wet boot on the bathtub floor and climbed all the way in until I was standing under the shower head with the hot water once again soaking my polo and tanktop and flowing down onto my jeans and boots. I don't really even know how to explain how great that feels, so I guess I'll leave that to your imagination.


I really should wrap this up now. Typing this out took way longer than the actual experience, but I've read so many other people's experiences on this site and others that I feel like it's my own little contribution to the community. I do apologize to anyone hoping for a sexual turn to this, but as I've mentioned in other stuff I wrote, that's not really my focus with wetlook.

Anyways, I hope you liked this! I really should go to bed so I can be awake at work tonight!