Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. >Sudden Rainstorm I was working in central Florida with a friend, wearing a plain but flirty cotton dress. We had just pulled into this restaurant in our rental car, when the sky opened up. If you -(TM)ve never been to Florida in the summer, these brief thunderstorms are typical in mid-summer, a brief deluge...that goes just as quickly as it comes. Well, we could have waited it out in our car, but my friend said, -let -(TM)s run for it. - So I did. Underneath my light solid dress I wore a pair of underpants with a matching padded demi-bra. My lacy bra had straps that came over the shoulders with cute little bows in front, they were precious and gave me cute figure, showing that I at least worried about my cleavage. So we dashed to the door of the restaurant, maybe a couple of hundred feet, and as my date opened the door, I dove inside . I WAS DRENCHED! The blast of cold air from the summertime air conditioning immediately froze me! So my date asked the ma(R)tre D' if there were tables available, as I began shivering away uncontrollably. He looked at us, two drowned rats, and said "Yes, but please wait a moment." Then he dove behind the wall, before stepping back with a towel, which he handed to me. I knew my hair was a mess, so I wrapped it with the towel over my shoulders, as we followed him to a table where he sat us. Then my friend looked at me, with a sly grin, which I didn -(TM)t understand at all. As I took the towel and dried my face, I put it over her shoulders to keep the water running off my hair from running down my back any more. But I didn -(TM)t cover my dress, especially lower down. As we walked behind the ma(R)tre d' to the table, every guy -(TM)s eyes in the place must have been focused at me -" they all looked. They made me feel very uncomfortable as we walked to our seats. After we settled, and ordered our drinks and food, I still felt people staring at me, so decided to to spruce up and find out why. I thought it might have been my hair, or perhaps the outline of my padded bra through my dress. So I went to the ladies room. When I got there and looked in the mirror, it was immediately clear what was wrong, and why they stared. Now I knew what it was, immediately. My dress had gone -see through, - and my joke panties were screaming through beneath. Sky blue, on the front they had a picture of a tractor that said, -Plow me! - The backside just said, -Get to work -- get under these! - I was soo embarrassed by my panties that I took them off, folded them up in my hand, and wore my -natural self - back to where we sat. There I stuck them folded up in the towel the ma(R)tre d -(TM) gave me. Only then did my co-worker, date and friend -- naturally a guy -- tell me then that my dress had become sheer in the rain, as I looked down at it myself. Of course, by that time I knew that, and he had only raised my sense of embarrassment. He went on, -You look quite a bit better without those, - gesturing towards my towel with my panties, -but they could spot your panties easier across the restaurant walking through the bar. - Well, I was mortified, completely mortified, yet totally excited by what I -(TM)d just done. On the whole, it was a wonderful dinner; I was so excited. As we left, I handed the towel back to the ma(R)tre d, making sure everyone saw as I did. Then I dangled my still damp panties casually from my hand as we walked out. Knowing they could see the outlines of my cracks, made me soooo wet, as I did. Oh, and by the way, after my boyfriend opened the car door for me, I put on my panties standing by the car before I got in -- just as a special gift before he closed it!!! (You see, I make sure it pays to be a gentleman.... lol) As I stepped into them, I slid them up into position very carefully, as he watched. luv, Janie