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I thought she was either running or walking quickly with long strides in the rains to reach my place without being noticed by anyone. The transparent sari, blouse and light pink bras which became see-through being wet, gave a semi-nude appearance of her big, well-shaped breasts. No wonder, if her electrifying appearance in that sensual and captivating manner made thousands of volts of current pass through my nerves, I was not to be blamed for. She had known very well I was a well-mannered gentleman. Though I was trying hard to keep my own self and composure, she noticed a sudden sparkle appeared in my eyes when I shot a quick glance all over her body for once. She knew it was human and natural. She knew too it would have been difficult even for a saint to resist his burning temptation looking at her provocative and sexy body in the drenched condition.

The nature continued with its furious onslaught of torrential rain, storm, lightning and thunder. She gave a sexy smile and excused herself to request me to show my bathroom. I led her indoors and bolted the front-door. I took a pair of my kurta and pyjama and gave it to her for changing. I ushered her to the bathroom attached to my bedroom but quickly told her that its bolt was having a little loose fitting. I sat on my bed paging through a magazine.

She shut herself inside the bathroom. A few minutes later, I heard the shower running. I was trying to imagine how she looked like in nude under the shower. I lost all interest in the magazine and kept it aside.

A few minutes later, the bathroom door was opened carefully a little and she called at me requesting to hand over a towel. I went towards the door with a towel. She hid her nude body behind the door and extended her hand to outside. I placed the towel on her hand and apologized for forgetting to give one before. When my fingers touched hers, I felt a chill run up my spine. As I turned to walk back, the Mother Nature played the naughty trick. The strong wind that rushed inside the room through the open windows of bedroom, gained access through the half-opened bathroom door as cross-ventilation and pushed it ajar with huge force, sending her unbalanced and tripping to the bathroom floor. In the melee, she released a suppressed scream spontaneously. I turned back, went running to her rescue. I held her, made her stand up and inspected if she was hurt or injured. But she was fine. But, alas! The situation was really inexplicable and indescribable. Both of us became suddenly aware she was stark nude. As I glanced over her wet, sensual, naked body, my mouth opened in the shape of a big ‘Oâ€TM. Both of us became aware, our respective mental equilibriums were being lost. The mysterious chemistry began to work. History was going to repeat once again. Our eyes met for a few seconds which spoke to each other in an unknown language.