It was a summer day not unlike many a summer day that came before it; hot, somewhere between fry an egg on the sidewalk hot and the surface of the sun hot. And sticky, unbearably sticky. Though clouds loomed in the horizon there wasn't relief of rain anywhere in my general vicinity. I think I'd drained the local water well of all it's cold water by taken a dozen showers that morning. Still I sat drenched in a light summer dress, wondering why I'd ever bought that leather sofa. And it was only eight am.
It was looking like a long day.
Heat has a funny effect on people. They get restless. They can't sleep. They can't eat. They just kind of drift around from place to place praying for a shift of a breeze. Or a breeze at all.
And that's just about where I was that hot humid morning. Anything had to be better than sitting in that stifling house stuck to my expensive furniture.
Leaving the top down in the convertible I tooled around my quiet town generating my own kind of breeze since Mother Nature was obviously asleep on the job. The wind lifted through my long red hair, like a dozen fingers dancing over my scalp. My whole skin came alive as I began to think back to the last time I'd had sex. And not just your run of the mill sex, I'm talking howl at the moon sex, leaving permanent claw marks in the back of your favorite boy toy sex.
Maybe it was the heat, but I couldn't even remember back that far. Had it really been so long?
The more I thought about it, the more real the thoughts became. I could almost feel the heat of breath on my neck... a tongue playfully darting between my full lips... the strong touch of a male chest pressed up against mine... a thick cock thrust way up inside my tight, deprived pussy.
Despite the wind, it was a thousand degrees in my car. I quickly pulled over to the curb, just outside a pretty big park. I took a deep breath, trying to collect myself as much as possible. Before my imagination could again betray me I hopped out of the car and hit the pavement.
It was useless by then. Every nerve was alive and tingling. That lightweight cotton dress was now teasing my sensitive nipples. Without a bra the feather light brushes felt like fingertips. I began to groan. Suddenly the hunger for human touch was overwhelming me. Had a man walked past me at this point, I'd have drug him to the bushes, pushed him on the ground, released his cock and buried it in my hungry pussy.
What are kids doing in a park?? It's just not fair. I need to be fucked... and soon!
I rushed to the abandoned side of the park, where tall trees separated the playground from the picnic area and beyond that the bathrooms facing the tall brush. My heartbeat pounded in my ears, my legs dripping wet from my hot cunt. If I couldn't have a man, I was going to have an orgasm. Not even being in public could stop me.
On and on I went, till tall weeds tickled the insides of my knees. I couldn't even hear the kids anymore... just birds and bugs and the faint sound of a breeze wandering through the trees.
Finally I found a big flat boulder. It was a perfect bed away from home.
I spread out on the rock, my knees bent, my dress falling away to let the air dance over my heated flesh. With shaking fingers I began to unbutton the button down dress, my breasts springing forth begging for immediate attention. Finally I lay naked, wet and taunt - nothing to stop me from getting off.
Or so I thought.
"Hold it right there, miss," a deep masculine voice demanded.
