Her heart began to pound, but she gripped the hem of her dress and lifted, fully.It must have been all of four seconds that she held her skirt up, but...she felt like a stripper. There was elation, a sensation of jubilation below the waist, which felt very odd. It felt like she’d bared herself to the world, even though she’d been careful not to let anyone see. Had the man seen? She hoped he had, but she didn’t see how he could have. She walked on, now feeling an irrepressible urge down. She immediately felt the rain on her, quickly soaking through her thin, gauzy gown, causing it to stick to her skin. She took a few more steps on the balcony, completely free of any shelter from the falling rain.Her gown now stuck to her like a second skin and had become fully transparent with the steady rain. A smile came to her face as she cupped ber breasts through the wet material, making her already stone hard nipples cry out for more attention. She lifted each breast to her mouth, licking. I wanted this moment of intimacy to last forever. I wanted her to never regret her first time. A couple of minutes into the flow pace, she broke the kiss and moaned gently, "Faster Anthony, please, faster." I obliged her request, pumping in and out of her faster, although not at full speed. Her moans increased exponentially and her faced bloomed a radiant red. Her eyes never opened as she seemed to allow her body to just relax and enjoy the crests of pleasure I was bringing her. Time stood. I wanted a high quality waterproof hooded cloak or two that would blend into the background. One lightweight, one winter weight. They had a few light and heavy tunics that would fit me as well. The leather workers had good thigh-high boots, gauntlets, belts, pouches, a tunic reinforced with sewn-in rings and a long hooded over-cloak that would stop any wind and was built to wrap around me almost twice, even with a pack on my back. It was made of tanned, dark-dyed deerskin so it wasn't that.