Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 18

Her eyes went wide, but she had been expecting it. She quickly lowered them and stepped carefully out of them, the rubber boots making her movements clumsy. She handed them out to me and resumed her position, assuming, I guessed, that she would not be visible below the waist to anyone not directly in front of the booth. She was shivering as much with fear as with cold now.

I draped her clothing over my free arm and told her to hold the umbrella over me. She reached out an arm and held the umbrella while I rummaged through the bag of underwear. I pulled out the cowgirl panties and placed them in her hand as I took back the umbrella, saying, "Put these on. And don't get them dirty."

Relieved to have anything at all to cover her nakedness she quickly but carefully struggled into them. When she had them on I had her stand with her hands behind her head so I could admire how she looked in them. Extremely cute, especially with her bright red boots. I had her turn around so I could enjoy the rear view as well.

I told her to face forward again, then leaned in close and said, "On Monday, you're going to go to the campus clinic and get a prescription for birth-control pills."

Carol gasped, and even though the answer was obvious, said, "Why?"

I leaned in even closer and deliberately enunciated, "So I can pull down your panties and fuck you whenever I want to."

It was nice to know that I could still shock her. Her "No!" was an immediate, unthinking reaction, spoken in outrage. She even dropped her hands to her sides.

I said, agreeably, "Okay. Let's go home." Then, taking a firm grip on her arm, yanked her out onto the sidewalk and began dragging her down the street.

In seconds she and her panties were completely soaked, her hair plastered to her head. She screamed, "NO! What are you doing? Stop! Jonathan, please stop!" All the while looking wildly around in case someone could see her in her state of near-nakedness. As she struggled to free herself I stopped her and said, "You're going to look very cute on the bus back to campus."

"ALL RIGHT! ALL RIGHT! I'll do it! Let me go!"

I released her and she scampered back to the comparative safety of the phone booth. I walked back in a more leisurely way. Now she was truly shivering-hunched over, arms across her chest, the water from her hair running down onto her naked shoulders.

"Now, what is it you're going to do?"

"I-I...I'm g-g-going to th-the c-c-campus c-clinic and get b-b-birth-c-control p-p-pills," she replied, her teeth chattering. Then, knowing my next question, went right on, "S-sso you c-can puh-p-pull d-d-down my puh-panties and-ohhh, g-g-g-god-fffffuck me..."

"Whenever I want to?"

"Yuh-yes! Wh-whenever you wuh-wuh-want to!"

"Because you belong to me, right? You're my property?"

At this she looked up at me, and after a moment, in spite of her discomfort and still hunched over, she managed a small smile. "Y-yes. I be-belong to you. I'm yo-you're p-property!" Her smile actually got a little wider as she said this.

I lowered my umbrella, stepped into the booth and embraced her, pulling the door shut behind me, then dropping the umbrella and her clothes to the floor behind her. I opened my jacket and wrapped myself around her, warming her and drying her as much as I could, which wasn't much. She snuggled against me, the water in her hair soaking into my shirt. We kissed passionately.

After a while I said, "You deserve a reward."

She looked up at me for a moment, smiling, even though her lips were still quivering. She looked behind her, briefly, stood the umbrella in a corner out of the way then knelt down on her coat. This made things very crowded in the booth, and my back was against the door. She looked up again, as if seeking permission, then applied herself to unzipping my pants.

She soon had my cock in her mouth, and I took the telephone receiver off its hook and held it next to my ear for the benefit of any passersby - not that it would have made much difference, as our combined body heat had completely steamed the plastic and we were all but invisible to the outside world.

I stopped her long enough to give her a choice: "Would you like me to come in your mouth? Or on your face?"

She looked up, her expression a little dazed, and replied, "My face." She closed her eyes in anticipation and murmured "Come on my face," like an invocation before returning to her work. And in a few moments I had done as she'd requested, pulling out of her mouth in time to spurt onto her eyes, her nose, her mouth and chin. I used my fingers to smear it around on her face and then let her lick them off.

By now she was obviously feeling the cold. I said, "We'd better get you home."

She stood and began gathering up her things. I began rummaging through the bag, saying, "Here, let me give you some dry underwear at least," but she shook her head, causing a few drops of my semen to fly off her chin, and said, "No - I want to wear these."

I said okay, then struggled out of my jacket-no small trick in the confines of that phone booth-and offered it to her to wear under her raincoat, but she declined with another shake of her head. When she had her coat all buckled up I offered her the rain-hat, but she said, "Not yet," and when I opened the door and we stepped out onto the sidewalk, she turned her face up into the downpour. It washed the semen off her face...and right down the collar of her raincoat.

Then she lowered her head and said, looking shyly up at me, "I want to ride home with your come all over me," taking the rain-hat from me and putting it on. She smiled. "So I'll know I'm your property."

I liked that so much that as we sat on the bus - again in the rear seat - I slipped my hand inside her sopping wet panties and gave her an orgasm, which she acknowledged with a high-pitched squeak that fortunately sounded enough like a sneeze that someone a few seats ahead of us, without turning around, called out, "Gesundheit."

And the next time I came to her room I discovered the cowgirl panties - wrinkled and stiff from contact with any number of fluids - fastened to the inside of the closet door, just above the other pair.