Yes, we do... yes, we do. The mantra repeats in both our minds as we stand in the pouring rain, clothes clinging to our skin, bodies mere inches apart. You, a tantalizing stranger, your eyes reflecting the storm's intensity. I, shivering, but not from the cold. You reach out, your fingers tracing my collarbone, lingering at the neckline of my dress. I gasp as you dip your hand inside, cupping my breast, thumb brushing against my hardening nipple. Your touch is electric, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core. I arch into you, my body begging for more, as we stand there, lost in our own world, the rain washing away our inhibitions.