Angie was hot. It was 90 degrees outside, the air conditioner had broken down, and what's more, she hadn't had any sex for more than two weeks, her boyfriend having gone away on a business trip. It was the middle of a sweltering Saturday afternoon, and she sat alone and naked in her apartment, the heat making her body shine with sweat. She thought about her boyfriend, and the night before he left.
Her mouth filled with saliva as she remembered the taste of his cock on her lips. She moaned and slid one hand down to her cunt, tenderly stroking her clit. Her other hand cupped her full breasts, pinching the nipples erect. Her cunt filled the air with the sweet smell of sex as she got excited. Abruptly she stopped her gentle masturbation. Coming to a decision, she went into her bedroom to put on some clothes. She put on some sheer nylons, clipping them to a garter belt. Then she put on a thin tank top with no bra, her breasts straining against the cotton.
She added a tight denim skirt and some sandals, put on some sunglasses, and went out into the blazing sunshine to her car. If her boyfriend wasn't around to satisfy her desires, she thought to herself, she would just have to do whatever she could. Across town, about five miles away, Angie's old boyfriend Mike sat in the middle of his non-air conditioned living room, listening to music, sweating, and trying to read a novel. Damn heat! he thought to himself, brushing the sweat from his forehead.
He put his book down and ran his thumb underneath the waistband of his shorts, trying to cool off his sweating crotch. Over the course of the day he had gradually removed items of clothing, until the white shorts were the only thing between him and complete nudity. He went to the 'fridge, hoping that there was one more beer left. As he stood in front of the fridge,
Mike heard a car pull up in front of the house. Shortly, there was a knock at the door. Mike opened it to find himself looking at Angie. Her tank top was now ad hearing to her beautiful tits, the nipples poking through the thin cotton like finger tips. Her ass was molded into her skirt, and the odor of her dripping pussy, which had not cooled off at all during the ten minute drive, hit Mike's nose like a hammer. His mouth watered, but he managed to keep the surge of lust he felt out of his voice. "Well, Angie! How nice! What are you doing here?" Angie almost swooned at the sight of Mike standing there, his muscular chest and legs completely exposed. She gained a little control of herself, and said, "Well, I was just kind of bored, and wondered what you were up to." "Just sitting around," Mike said. "C'mon in." Angie followed Mike into the dark living room.
He sat down on the couch and invited her to sit down. Angie was so excited now, she was almost visibly shaking. She could contain herself no longer. Two weeks of no sex, and the memory of all the wonderful nights (and days) she had spend with Mike, make her boil over. Smiling seductively, she straddled Mike's crotch, sitting on his lap facing him. Her skirt rode up, and her bare pussy pressed against Mike's now-hardening dick. Angie," Mike sputtered, "what..." Her lips came down on his as she cut him off. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissing him long and passionately, her tongue driving deep into his mouth. She almost died as she felt Mike's cock through his shorts surge towards an iron-like erection. Mike broke away from the kiss, moving his lips down to her neck. He kissed her neck tenderly, and then nipped at it with his teeth, making Angie gasp and squirm against him in delight. After a minute, Angie pushed away from him, smiled, and stood up in the middle of the floor. Swaying her hips and half closing her eyes, she began to dance around the room. She faced Mike and pulled her tank top down so that the deep cleavage was exposed. Turning, she bent over and inched up her skirt, showing off her fine ass.