There is something about a rainy afternoon that makes me want to stay in bed and touch myself. I am lying back in my white tank top and bright yellow panties, my ankle socks keeping my toes cozy while my glasses slip slightly down my nose. My braces catch the light every time I smile, and my small tits are already straining against the thin cotton, nipples hard from the cool air and the thought of you watching. I take my time. I run my palms over my chest, squeezing my breasts gently, letting you see just how sensitive they are. Then I roll onto my stomach and lift my…