The summer air is hanging like a hot blanket over the city. The smoldering heat is stifling-yet strangely erotic. A night that can only be described by one word: sultry.
You walk to the refrigerator in search of a cold drink, but a soft noise causes you to turn your head, and your blood stirs at the sight that greets you through the open glass door to the balcony.
I am leaning against the wall, looking out at the vast city, trying to catch what little breeze there is. I am wearing only a short, thin dress with tiny straps. The dress barely touches the top of my thighs, and you can tell from where you are that I am not wearing a bra underneath. Grinning to yourself, you wonder, "What else aren't you wearing?"
The refrigerator now forgotten, you begin to slowly stalk me. Unaware of being watched, I lift a hand to sweep my long, heavy hair off of the back of my neck, causing my dress to inch up even higher. You stop to enjoy the enticing view.
It's then that you notice I hold a tall glass of ice water in my other hand. I slowly drag the cold glass across my chest, and up the side of my neck. My eyes drift shut, and I sigh with pleasure-the soft sound causes your body to tighten in response.
You move towards me, eyeing the single drop of moisture that blazes a trail down my neck, over my breast, and then disappears down my dress. Your blood boiling, you quietly step behind me. Just then, I let my hair fall back across my neck, and down my back. The silkiness brushes against your bare chest, and you inhale sharply at the sensation.
Aware of you now, I begin to turn around, but your hands grasp my hips to prevent me from doing so. I lean back into you, and rub my butt against your arousal. Groaning, you slide your hands around my waist and softly bite my neck. Another groan, this time from me. My neck arches to give you better access, and I feel your hot, wet tongue lick its way to my earlobe.
"Mmm...I like that." Purring, I slide my hand behind me, between your legs, and I stroke you. "I like that even more!" I sigh.
You take the glass from my hand, and set it on the wall. "Place your hands on the wall, and leave them there!" Your voice is commanding and I freeze for a moment, unused to this side of you.
"Do it-Now!" This order is given with a sharp slap to my ass. There's a slight stinging, but it is quickly drowned out by the excitement that now courses through me.
I try to stifle a moan, but you still hear me and chuckle quietly. You take an ice cube from the glass, and slide it up my arm and over my shoulders. It feels like heaven in this heat. Your lips and tongue trail behind the ice, licking up the moisture left behind. My body begins to shaken uncontrollably.
Suddenly, the ice leaves my skin and you kneel behind me. You slide your hand up my leg. Under my dress. Between my legs.
"Mmm, I am glad you are not wearing panties."
