Becca sat in the small rowboat, the soft patter of warm summer rain falling around her, creating gentle ripples on the dark water. The night was still, save for the quiet sound of raindrops hitting the lake’s surface and the occasional creak of the oars resting at her side. Her skin glistened, the thin fabric of her top clinging to her body as the rain soaked through, tracing every curve. She leaned back, her hands trailing through the cool water, feeling the warmth of the summer night wrap around her despite the falling rain.
With no one else in sight, Becca felt utterly alone but in the most exhilarating way. The world outside seemed distant, as if the night belonged to her alone, the rain falling in perfect harmony with the steady rhythm of her breath. The gentle rocking of the boat beneath her added to the soothing isolation, each movement a reminder of the quiet power that lay in the solitude.
The rain intensified, each drop a soft kiss against her bare skin. She tilted her head back, closing her eyes as the rain poured down her face, neck, and chest, soaking her even more. The sensation of the water running down her body, mixing with the warmth of the night air, sent shivers of pleasure down her spine. Becca let herself sink into the moment, the cool droplets, the humid air, the gentle rocking of the boat—it all felt electric, sensual, and deeply freeing. Alone on the water, she embraced the rain and the night, feeling alive and untethered, connected to something deeper as she floated beneath the summer sky.
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