Soaking Wet (Patreon)

With my subway station closed for maintenance, I had no choice but to walk the last five blocks to work in the pouring rain. I was soaked in less than a minute even though I took shelter under every awning I could on the way. Only one building away from my store, I ducked under one more awning to try and wring as much water as I could out of my clothes. As I twisted the fabric in my hands, I saw a taxi pull up with an older woman getting out holding an umbrella. Walking up to me, I saw that it was Mrs. Henderson- her college aged grandson worked at my store, and since she lived next door, she’d always bring by baked goods every now and then.

"Oliver, you’re sopping wet! Come inside, I can’t let you go to work like that- you can borrow one of Charlie’s work shirts."

I wanted to protest, but I really needed the money from this shift. If I showed up like this, then my boss might just send me home. So, I graciously thanked her and followed her up to her apartment on the second floor. Her front room was thankfully tiled, so the puddle of water forming under me didn’t cause too much of a mess.

"Take off that shirt, and I’ll grab one from his room."

Before I could ask where her bathroom was, I realized that she just wanted me to change there. Her living room was carpeted, and I’m assuming she didn’t want me walking over it. So, I started wiggling out of the fabric as it stuck to my wet skin.

"Here, I found a whole outfit that should fit you."

Before I knew what was happening, I felt her tugging my pants down to the ground, and by the time I pulled my shirt off to free my hands to stop her, she’d already tugged my pants and shoes off. I was left wearing nothing but my white underwear which I’m pretty sure was basically see-through by now.

"Mrs. Henderson, I-"

"Oh, relax. I’ve had five sons grow up here- I’ve seen it all." She held up a pair of briefs and boxers that must belong to Charlie. It felt so naughty to see my coworker’s underwear held up in front of me, and I’m ashamed to admit that I almost started getting hard right then and there imagining the college hunk wearing that tiny pair of baby blue briefs.

"I guess the briefs since they look a little less loose. He’s definitely bigger than-"

Before I could even finish the sentence, her hands had grabbed onto my waistband and yanked my last bit of protection down to the ground. There I was, standing completely naked and exposed in the middle of the apartment.

"Okay, now you can get dressed."

Hurriedly, I grabbed the underwear, but disaster struck before I could even step into them. I heard the door opening, and I just stood there in shock as Charlie and a group of his friends walked through the doorway.

"Oliver- what the hell are you doing? Is that my underwear?"

I knew that I could explain all of this in a minute, but my mouth didn’t seem to want to open. It wasn’t until a girl in the back pulled out her phone to start videoing me that I jumped into action and explained as I dressed. The damage was done though- how could I ever work a shift with Charlie again after he saw me getting an erection while holding his underwear?