The air in the southern city of Chattanooga was heavy with the heat of mid-Summer. The only salvation from the smug weather was a slight breeze which twined around branches like a lady weaving through a crowded ball. No one was more appreciative of this olive branch from the heat than Katarina, who despite wearing nothing but a red lacy thong and a long silver chain with the figure of Kali the destroyer at the end, was glistening with a thin layer of sweat on her plush white couch. The lazy waving of an ornate silk hand fan did little to alleviate the heat that smuggled its way into her modestly decorated white living room.
Turning onto her stomach and tossing her long black mane of hair over to one side of her shoulder, Katarina rolled her eyes at her bold assertion that painting the whole house white would reflect away the summer heat.
Katarina had not lived to experience the southern heat before, having lived in the cool seaside residence of a New Jersey home for most her life she was ill prepared for such long sluggish days. Her long legs, pale milky white skin, and hip to waist ratio already distinctly set her apart from the locals of this ever growing city. The fact that everyone else seemed to have long ago become adapted to such heat just further signified her outsider status. Katarina had moved to her home after her husband of 5 years assured her that she would have everything she could possibly want with the move to a much cheaper and higher quality of living city. The signature wrap around porch and beautifully planted garden enticed her enough to agree to such a drastic change, but as her husband was often at work at his construction company and her business as a fashion designer growing past her need to manage it everyday, she found herself idle and bored.
On top of this boredom, she was already agitated by the lack of sex in her life. Katarina had an overflowing sex drive and it was not being filled by her husband. Not that she blamed him, he worked hard everyday and came home beaten and exhausted by the intense physical labor of working with his men on site. Her love of his rustic energy was at odds with her physical needs though and as she laid upon the couch she could feel every day of the two weeks of sexual absence. Just as she was working up the energy to get up and retire to her bed so as to at least pleasure herself, a knock echoed across the modern furnished home. Katarina sighed, hoping it wasn't the group of church recruiters that had bothered her last week. Smirking, she playfully pounced off the couch, grabbing an elegant silk red robe with lace insets that just screamed heathen... just in case. Quickly tying the robe at her tiny waist, which was neither muscular due to her abhorrence of exercise, or fat due to her natural metabolism- Katarina lazily opened the door, her hip jutting out and her long hands with equally long and pointed fingernails gripping the sides of the frame.
"Oh, hey Katarina... um is your husband home?"
It was her husband's friend, Josh, at the door to her surprise. Since moving here they had made a random group of friends, one of which was an older punk named Josh with cyan blue hair, not quite a mohawk or a fauxhawk, with gauges in his ears and covered in tattoos. Katarina had a clear fascination with Josh, of which her husband was quite aware- as he knew she had a thing for authentic punk men, which Josh most definitely was.
"Oh hey Josh," Katarina smiled- her pouty lips emphasized with a deep red lipstick. "He isn't here but I am bored and I think you will be the perfect cure for my ailment!"
Josh, with a shrug of his shoulders walked into the living room, "Fine by me, I got nothing to do, I was just going to borrow a saw from Mark."
At 35 and over six feet, Josh looked masculine but still youthful, and in her clean white home his appearance was at stark contrast to her aesthetic. Wearing a black t-shirt with the sides cut out and bright neon pink jogging shorts, the man was either a fashion designer's worst nightmare or greatest muse. His lack of a job was offset by his apathy for worldly things and the intensity to which he accomplished household chores for those who housed him.
"I just got some gin and whiskey from the store and stocked up on the green if you would like to join me." Katarina tossed her hair back as she walked to the kitchen, she knew that Josh loved his gin and that he would never turn down a smoke session. He followed her into the kitchen, his presence making her already warm body feel even warmer, the two had clear chemistry of which they were both painfully aware. "Well you know I would never turn down hanging out with a beautiful woman and partaking." Josh grinned, taking two rocks glasses off the open shelf of the kitchen and putting them in the ice machine of the fridge. "Put more ice in mine than would seem wise, I am dying in this heat!" Katarina pitched from across the kitchen, completing her hyperbole with the resting of the back of her hand upon her forehead.
Josh did as he was told, and then walking over to the tiny bar cart, poured a generous glass of whiskey for her and a glass of gin for himself before grabbing both bottles. "Let's go to the back porch, that way we can get the most of the breeze."
Katarina relented and opened the side door, walking out into the private backyard. The porch was screened and shaded so she could avoid getting any sun on her pale skin. There were several sitting areas, but Katarina chose a plush cool outdoor lounge chair next to a tiny sunken in pond. She pulled out an intricate wooden box from a side table, which contained a grinder and some large nugs of green, as well as rolling papers. Josh sat next to her on the lounge chair watching as she slowly rolled a perfectly sized joint, her long legs curled up next to her beautifully sized ass and despite the heat, the distinct protrusion of her nipples could be discerned from underneath her silk robe.
Josh turned a bit away from Katarina, hoping to hide a swelling that was clearly visible in his bright attention grabbing shorts. Katarina was well aware of her impact on men however and as she finished the joint, licking the side to seal it, she suppressed her excitement by her glimpse of his large cock. A size queen for life, she felt her thong become wet with longing and pulled the back of her robe out from under her so the silk would not betray her.
"As you are a guest, you get the pleasure of the first hit." Katarina handed Josh the joint and lighter that was on the side table, allowing her hand to softly rest in his for a second longer than necessary during the pass off.
"Thanks," Josh lit the joint and inhaled deeply, then passed it back to her.
Katarina also took a hit, but before blowing out the smoke she grabbed her glass and then breathed the smoke into the ice and whiskey before quickly downing the rest of the drink.
As they smoked the joint, they talked about politics and other random life events, slowly getting closer to each other on the lounge chair.
Before they were close enough to touch however, Katarina abruptly slide back and with the lounge chair fully upright, leaned back against the chair swinging her legs out and over Josh's lap.
"I hope you don't mind, but my legs are getting cramped, the curse of long legs I suppose." Katarina smiled mischievously, pouring herself another drink from the bottle.
"Fine with me but you will have to excuse me then when I take this shirt off, it is way too fucking hot."
Katarina nodded and watched as Josh took his shirt off, revealing the tattoos on his chest, his body was not muscled after an abercrombie model but instead after a man who was well built through life instead of the gym. She jokingly arched her eyebrows and made a low "mmm" noise as he threw his shirt to the side of the chair.
