Arabella sighed and looked again at the weather app on her phone. The forecast hadn't changed. Sydney and much of coastal New South Wales were in for a good soaking over the next few hours. The weather had been so sunny and warm lately that, when she was getting ready for work that morning, the thought of bringing her brolly had never even crossed her mind. Now she wished she had it with her. It had already been raining for hours, and in the flatter areas, the puddles had begun to turn into lakes. It was only a few blocks from the office building where she worked to the apartment where she lived, not even worth taking the train. Either way, she would have to venture out into the rain anyway to get to the train. Arabella looked down at her smart office clothes and tried to come up with a solution. She thought maybe, just maybe, there was a chance her wellies were still sitting under her desk from the last time it rained. She figured it was unlikely; but it was worth a look anyway. She walked back to her desk and checked underneath. No; they weren't there. She cursed. Uber was another option, but that possibility slipped away as soon as she turned her phone on. She had spend much of the day texting with her girlfriends, and at this point the phone had just enough battery power remaining to turn on for about 3 seconds before going black and refusing to restart. She cursed again; walking it was. At the front door of her office building, she paused again to look at her smart office outfit. A shimmery satin blouse, tight black skirt, a brand new pair of black stockings, and a very cute pair of black ballet flats, which were both accentuated with a cute little bow on the front. The flats were also quite new, this being only the second or third time she had worn them. Needless to say, Arabella was not happy about wearing this outfit out into the pouring rain.
"Oh well, may as well get on with it." she thought.
She pushed the door open and stepped out into the downpour. In Australia, many buildings, even in densely populated areas, have awnings that hang over the sidewalk. But as luck would have it, most of Arabella's commute took her along sidewalks that had no such awnings; and wherever she found them, they were invariably already crowded with people sheltering from the rain.
Her cute little ballet flats didn't offer much protection from the rapidly deepening puddles, and it wasn't long before Arabella could feel cold water seeping into her shoes. One puddle was unexpectedly deep, and she found herself up to her ankles in water.
"Oh for fuck's sake!" she exclaimed "These are new shoes!"
She splashed out of the puddle and emptied out her soaked ballet flats, looking sadly at them, and at her wet stockings.
"Those were brand new as well!" she lamented "Ugh! Bloody A$30 stockings, brand new from Honey Birdette, and they're soaked the first time I wear them!"
She put her wet shoes back on and quickly took stock of herself. The rest of her outfit was rapidly becoming soaked in the torrential downpour and she hurried along.
After sloshing through the next puddle, however, a new feeling overcame her. Suddenly she was no longer repulsed by the squishing and squelching of her waterlogged shoes and stockings. In fact, it almost seemed rather...fun? She wasn't quite sure how she felt about it. Something awoke inside her; she suddenly felt very cheeky and naughty wading through puddles in her expensive shoes and stockings.
This was all happening so fast, she honestly wasn't sure what had come over her.
Arabella was 23, but she suddenly had a flashback to an incident in her childhood. She was walking with her mum when she had tried to jump in a big mud puddle. Her mum had scolded her, telling her "Nice young ladies don't do that!" and Arabella had simply bowed her head and listened, looking longingly at the mud puddle as she and her mum walked away.
And now, on this busy street in Sydney years later, Arabella knew what she wanted, or rather, needed to do. She set her sights on another deep puddle straight ahead of her, got a running start, and jumped into it with an enormous SPLASH!
In that instant, all of her anger about ruining her clothes evaporated, and she splashed, and splashed, and splashed in every puddle she came across, thoroughly soaking everything she was wearing and laughing hysterically at the thought of it. She could hardly remember the last time she had this much fun.
Other people on the street looked at her in amazement. Most seemed shocked, others amused; of course, a few tradies whistled at her. Everyone seemed taken aback to see this prim, proper, well-dressed office girl getting soaked in her work clothes.
After enjoying a couple blocks worth of squishing and squelching, Arabella decided to take off her wet shoes and continue splashing through puddles in just her stockings.
By the time she arrived home, she was well and truly soaked. She left her soaking wet ballet flats by the door to dry out. Would they be ruined? Only time would tell. And without hesitation, she ran to the bathroom and jumped into a hot shower fully clothed. After the cold rain, the hot water felt absolutely heavenly, and as she warmed up, she gradually removed each item of clothing. She watched herself in the mirror as she did it, starting with her satin blouse, then unzipping her black skirt, which fell around her ankles in a wet heap. She looked incredible in her wet underwear; but it wasn't long before she had slipped out of her soaked bra and panties as well, leaving only her black stockings still on. Gently, she fingered her cute little pink pussy, feeling it getting wet on the inside, as well as the out. She reached for the storage rack on the shower wall, and grabbed her small vibrator she kept there. Watching herself in the mirror, she turned it on and rubbed it back and forth over her pussy. Only a few minutes passed before she reached a shuddering orgasm, thinking all the while about what she had just done in her expensive office clothes, how devilishly naughty and unladylike it was!
After the shower she laid on the bed, her dark brown hair splayed out underneath her, her pale cheeks still flushed from the orgasm. She hadn't even bothered to remove her wet black stockings! She continued masturbating, bringing herself to another orgasm before resting to catch her breath. She would definitely be repeating this experience in the future! In the meantime though, Arabella wasn't going to let this lovely afterglow go to waste. She plugged in her phone, waited for it to come to life, and scrolled through her contacts. She still had the numbers of lots of cute boys she had hooked up with recently, hopefully one would be free to come over tonight. Arabella wasn't done yet, she still wanted a bit more naughty fun!