Running in the Rain (SithMistress & Lyssa)

[SithMistress]

Character Information:
Helene Lynd
Age: 25
5'9" 135 lbs
Coppery red hair, emerald green eyes
Athletic body 38E-26-38

Appearance: http://rs90.pbsrc.com/albums/k255/Dark_Lady_of_the_Sith/IMG_20140314_145737_zpsab9aa62e.jpg~320x480

Still suffering from a mild hangover after having shared a bottle of wine the previous night with her sister, Crystal, Helene Lynd groaned audibly as she opened her eyes to see the diffuse sunlight pouring in through the window. While she enjoyed spending time with her older sister, Helene always forgot about the hangovers that came from sharing a bottle of wine or three with her sister.

The day threatened to be a rainy one, the humidity clinging to Helene's skin. Outside her window, she could see the low clouds scudding across the sky and smiled. She loved the smell of rain. Her only worry was that it would start raining either before or during her mid morning run. While she didn't mind getting wet, she hated slogging through mud while running. But, seeing a couple walking their dog out her window, she concluded that the rain was probably a ways away.

Donning her running gear, a sports bra and a pair of spandex running shorts, Helene took a moment to admire herself in the mirror. Her long, coppery red hair was drawn back in a ponytail, hanging down to her shoulder blades. Her breasts looked magnificent in her sports bra, a hint of cleavage peaking out over the top. It was hard to find a decent sports bra that supported her 38E breasts.

Helene debated bringing her iPod with her to listen to music. Looking at the building clouds, she thought better of it, instead just shoving a key to her house inside her sports bra as she locked the front door and descended the steps to begin her run.

Despite the humidity, it was a great day for a run. It wasn't hot by any stretch of the imagination and the clouds kept the sun from beating down on Helene's porcelain skin. Which was great, as she tended to burn easily. A smile on her face, she jogged toward the nearby park, her feet pounding on the pavement as she jogged down her street. It was an idyllic setting, and one she paid a princely sum to live in. But, it was worth it, living in a neighborhood with almost no crime to speak of.

Jogging past the playground that heralded the start of the small park, Helene quickly found the tree-lined trail what wound around the open, grassy park. She gazed at the budding trees lining the path, happy that Spring had finally sprung. It had been a cold winter, and she had been forced to run on a treadmill at a gym during the cold months. It just wasn't the same as jogging in the fresh air. Though, the humidity was a little stifling, causing her to start sweating earlier than she normally would.

The park was three hundred yards by two hundred, and the track ran around the outside of it making it 500 yards long. Three and a half laps was a mile. The air was so humid that Helene barely noticed the sudden drop in temperature. She did notice the first drop of rain that landed on her head though.

She continued her circuit around the park, hoping to make seven laps that she reckoned would be around two miles. It was just under, but it was close enough. The rain started slowly, just a few drops here and there. With one circuit complete, Helene started to see some of the families start packing up to leave. In the distance, she could see a curtain of heavy rain approaching.

Halfway through her second circuit, the rain began falling a bit harder, bouncing up off the cinder track and making it slippery under her running shoes. Her lycra running shorts were starting to get wet from the rain and splash back. The only people still out as electricity arced across the heavens followed by a rumble of thunder were clad similarly to herself. And even they were getting fewer. She pushed on as a torrential downpour began, determined not to be beaten by the weather.

The rain beat down harder, shaking the leaves of the trees. The cinder trail becoming a bit more treacherous as the rain made it even more slippery under Helene's running shoes. Rain pelting her face ran down her neck and clavicle, small rivulets coursing down her chest, the swell of her breasts funneling the water into the valley between them. She watched couples and families running for cover, hoping to find shelter from the increasing downpour of rain pelting the area. A crackle of thunder followed the electric arc of lightning Helene had observed just a few seconds earlier, the sound reverberating as it echoed through the neighborhood.

Helene was close to running for cover herself, the downpour making it nigh impossible to continue her run. As far as she was from home, she didn't relish the trip. Especially after another bolt of lightning touched the ground not 100 yards away.

"Fuck this," she breathed as she sprinted away from the path through the grass along the edge of the park. Running flat out, she ran toward the house closest to where she was and the shelter of the covered porch. She covered the distance quickly and bent over double as soon as she was underneath, panting and trying to catch her breath. The storm raged, wind picking up, and Helene realized that she needed shelter from the storm. Shrugging, she turned and knocked on the door, praying someone was home.

 

[Lyssa]

Character Information
Name: Klara Sofia Parker
Age: 23
5'8" 120 lbs
Mid back length wavy dark brunette hair, light brown eyes
Appearance: NSFW

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[This picture is closest to what her hair color and waves/curls look like]

[This picture is closest to what her skin tone looks like. The makeup here is what she typically wears.]

[For reference sake, this is what her upper body looks like.]

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Klara married young. Too young. She met the man who would be her husband when she was only 16 years old. Stephen was 25 at the time and already very successful in the medical field. He was smitten by the young girl. They spent a lot of time together and though she did nothing to lead him on, he must have thought they had something special together. He knew he was in the wrong, seeing a young girl, though they were not sexual, so he went to her parents, asking if it would be okay for him to marry their daughter because he loved her, dotted on her and would give her anything she desired.

Though she did not like him in the same way, Klara told her parents she wanted to marry him. Truthfully, she could never imagine herself falling in love with him, let alone being attracted to him. She came from a religious and old fashioned family. If they had known she preferred girls over men, she imagined they would disown her. Her upbringing would have her believe that this would be the right thing for them to do, so she hid away her attraction toward girls and pretended to like Stephen, though she did feel guilty. In time, she could almost push away her true feelings and believe she loved him, too.

Her parents approved of the marriage. The age difference was troublesome to them and their beliefs, but they also knew Stephen was a very wealthy man and would give their daughter things they never could. It also helped that Stephen was a smooth talker and had them wrapped around his little finger in no time. Papers were signed and she was allowed to marry him. The wedding took place on her 17th birthday.

Six years went by lightening fast. She played the dutiful wife. It seemed that they had a picture perfect marriage. In the first year, she quickly realized he was not who she had thought he was. He moved them away from her family and friends, made her cut off all contact with them, and started to force her to have sex even when she was not in the mood. He believed there was no such thing as rape if you were married. Klara went to another place when they had sex. On the outside, she might appear to enjoy the deed, but on the inside all she could hope for was for the act to be over and for him to go away. Behind closed doors, he was not charming at all. He still dotted on her, and claimed to adore her beyond anything else, but he also had a quick temper, often yelled at her, controlled her every movement and would not allow her to get a job or do anything that would make her independent from him. She knew that she had turned into nothing but a trophy wife and often wondered if he actually loved her or if he believed he owned her.

Klara took comfort in her alone time. She had many days to herself, because he was on call at work. She did what she pleased on the days he was gone. He worked between three major hospitals in two states. When he was needed weeks at a time at the hospital farthest from their home, he would stay at a hotel, leaving her all alone. She found it unusual that he worked at more than one hospital and in two different states and often wondered if it were all a lie and he was cheating on her.

He had only just left for what would be a week long stay. Before leaving, they had the most unromantic sex ever, because it was planned, once a month on her ovulating days. He wanted them to have children. They had been trying ever since they got married. He was not aware that she was taking birth control. When she found out he wanted children, she managed to find a way to have a never ending stock of the stuff. Patient confidentiality prevented him from finding out. He gave her an allowance, a sizable amount and he never noticed what she spent it on. The last thing she wanted was to bring a child into their home.

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Klara stepped out of the shower. Water dripped from her shapely form. Her dark hair fell in wet curls around her pale shoulders. She dried off and pulled on flimsy white nightgown that barely went past her ass. Her still damp body stuck to the fabric, showing off all her delicate curves and becoming a little see-through. Today was a lazy day. A comfy nightgown and a good book. That is all she wanted.

It had started to pour outside, making it look like it was already past midnight. She pulled the shades apart in her bedroom window and looked outside. She smiled as she watched last minute joggers running around to find shelter. Klara loved that her bedroom window faced the park. There were times she would sit on the bench in front of the window and people watch for hours, while she wrote in her journal. If she was brave and home alone, she would go to the park and watch them from up close. She was not athletic herself, though she had been graced with a naturally fit body. She admired the runners; they seemed so free.

A sound caught her attention. She could hardly make it out over the thunder rumbling outside and the constant pitter patter of rain hitting the house. She pulled back from the window and walked out of her bedroom and down the hall.

Someone was knocking on the front door.

Though she was hesitant, she approached the insistent pounding and peeked through the peep hole. All she could see was a face, surrounded by drenched red hair. At first, this shocked her; it was kind of scary how the face was filling the whole view, but then the person moved and she could see more of them.

It was a woman, soaked to the bone, wearing jogging clothes. She looked familiar to Klara.

“Oh dear,” Klara gasped when she opened the door. “You poor thing. You must be freezing. Don’t just stand there, come inside.” She stepped back to allow the other entrance. Klara studied the redhead, blushing when it dawned on her that she recognized her because she was one of the joggers she admired the most. She became even more embarrassed when she remembered her state of undress. It was not every day she answered the door wearing only a thin nightgown and nothing else.

She wrung her wet hair between her fingers and smiled tentatively at the redhead. "I just got out of the shower... I must look frightful."

 

[SithMistress]

With the rain coming down in sheets and thunder crashing loudly, Helene pounded her fist on the door, nigh praying that someone would answer. The storm had turned severe, more than the gentle shower she'd expected, and the copper haired woman began to fear its violence. While she loved thunderstorms while she was inside, being exposed to the elements in the middle of a raging storm was quite different.

She glanced into the peephole, hoping to get a glimpse of the interior of the home. Maybe she could get someone's attention that way. After a moment and no real luck with that endeavor, Helene stepped back and rubbed the back of her neck, feeling a chill seeping into her skin from the cold rain. Just as she had given up hope and prepared to brave the elements once more, the door flew open.

Nearly collapsing in relief, Helene walked to the entrance, allowing the person who answered to usher her inside. It wasn't until she was inside, in the relative warmth, that Helene realized she'd been shivering. Despite the fact that it was probably 60 degrees outside, the rain was cold and sapped her body of heat. She blew warmth into her hands and turned to thank the person who'd welcomed her into their home.

Helene was a bit surprised to find that her savior was a woman looked to be around her age, if not a bit younger. She was dressed in a flimsy white nightgown that barely covered her. Her body clung to the gauzy fabric, showing off all her delicate curves and the gown looked a little see-through. Helene had to make an effort not to stare and pulled her gaze up to the woman's soft, brown eyes. The woman's hair was as wet as Helene's, though it was probably intentional, as she looked as if she'd just gotten out of the shower. Which would explain the gown clinging to her frame.

The woman wrung her wet hair between her fingers and smiled tentatively at Helene. "I just got out of the shower... I must look frightful."

Helene laughed softly, still shivering from the cold." N...not as b...bad as I m...m...must look. Thank you f...for letting m...me into your home. It's n...not fit for m...man n...nor beast out there." Helene resisted the urge to wring out her own hair, as she was a guest and didn't want to overstep her bounds. Still, she was dripping water all over the tile entryway. "M...might I trouble you f...for a t...towel or t...two?"

 

[Lyssa]

"Of course!" Klara shut her front door, having to put all her weight into fighting the wind. She finally managed to get it to shut. She locked it and then turned back to the stranger. This was awkward. She did not have the best people skills, no thanks to her husband. She smiled. "You can follow me or stay here." She looked down at the hard wood floors. Thank goodness they decided to go with that instead of carpet. "Don't worry about the floors."

She walked down the hall, very aware that the other might be getting a view of her ass. Why did she ever pick a white nightgown and one so short? She shook her head and told herself not to think about it.

Klara walked into her bathroom, grabbed two fluffy towels from the towel rack. She placed them in the redhead's hands. "You can dry off in there. Take off your clothes and put them outside the door. I'll find something dry for you to wear."

Though none of my tops are going to fit her! She thought as she let herself subtly glance at the girl's chest. Her boobs looked at least two cup sizes bigger than hers. They were nicely shaped, too and looked good in her sports bra. One of Stephen's shirts will have to do.

Leaving the girl to get dry, she went to her bedroom and dug around in the closet for one of her husband's over sized t-shirts. She found a plain blue sleeveless shirt. She picked it up and considered it. It was probably the only thing that would comfortably fit around the girl's chest, though she wondered if it would show off a little side boob because the arm openings were big.

Klara grabbed a pair of stretch shorts she used for yoga. Klara thought the girl might not be much different from her in her waist and hip area, maybe a few inches different, so the bottoms should be no problem for the redhead.

"I've got some clothes for you," Klara said, walking back toward the bathroom. "I hope these are okay..."

 

[SithMistress]

The smaller woman had to really push to close the door, the wind was blowing so hard outside. But, once it was shut, the chill breeze ceased and Helene's shivering slowed a bit. While it didn't stop, she was slowly starting to warm up.

"You can follow me or stay here. Don't worry about the floors." Helene nodded, falling in behind the woman as they walked into a rather expansive living room. Helene only got a quick glimpse as the pair passed through, but it was much larger than her own. Rather than take in the furnishings, Helene focused in following the woman into a short hallway. Cold and bedraggled as she was, the copper haired woman couldn't help but stare at the younger woman's ass. It was shapely and toned. Helene had a fleeting urge to run her hand across it, but suppressed it easily. She was a guest, and such actions would be exceedingly disgraceful.

The smaller woman disappeared into a bathroom and Helene stopped just outside. The smaller woman had walked into her bathroom, grabbing a pair of soft, fluffy towels from the towel rack beside the shower. She then placed them in Helene's hands. "You can dry off in there. Take off your clothes and put them outside the door. I'll find something dry for you to wear."

Helene noticed as the woman subtly glanced at the her chest. And how could she not? Her sports bra was soaked through, dripping water onto the floor. Her nipples were erect from the cold, probably visible through the lycra material. And they were quite a bit larger than the smaller woman's. She walked away and Helene closed the door as she did.

With a shrug, Helene peeled off her sports bra, her breasts leaping out of the lycra and spandex. Her skin began to tighten in the cool air and Helene peeled off her spandex running shorts and panties in one swift movement. Standing naked in the bathroom, in a house belonging to a woman she had just met...well, Helene found it to be a gigantic turn on. She reluctantly wrapped a towel around herself and gathered up her soaking wet workout clothes into a pile, pushing them around with her feet. She wrapped her Copper red hair with the other towel. Naked and swaddled in the two towels, Helene stopped shivering and breathed a sigh of relief. It was warmer in here and she luxuriated in the warmth as it penetrated her skin.

Helene was glad to see the shower and was tempted to turn the water on as hot as it would go and step inside. But, she didn't. While a nice hot shower would dissipate the chill completely, it was too much to ask of her gracious hostess. Besides, Helene didn't have any of her regular shower gels or lotions. Her sister Crystal had given her a lavender scented lotion that Helene loved, though Crystal had been reluctant to tell Helene where she got it.

Helene peeked out the bathroom door as the smaller woman walked back toward her, a bundle of clothing in hand. The towel caught on the door frame, exposing a bit of Helene's cleavage as she did. "Any dry clothing would be welcome. Thank you so much for your hospitality. I don't think I caught your name, though. My name is Helene."