Ugh. Hot. I swear you could use the ground to grill burgers. I glare down at the asphalt, trying to match the ferocity of the sun. My body finally reaches its tolerance for the heat, forcing me to retreat back inside from the balcony. Which to be honest, isn't any better. Several of the apartments in this building has had their a/c conditioner go out. Including mine.
I finally shed my t-shirt, sporting a black tank top and a black sports bra. The baggy, faded blue jeans will be the next to go. I sink down onto the couch and sigh. I tied my long brown hair up into a pony tail, but the humidity helps a few strands escape. I have four fans blowing, trying to create some kind of air current, and one facing me. I find myself praying that the air conditioner repair man gets here soon.
The door of apartment 16B must be open. I can hear her arguing with someone about her cooling system. She's loud. And bossy. A little crazy. Incredibly hot. Long, dark brown hair, sun tanned body, and curves that could make hands tremble. Her lips form the most kissable pout I've ever seen, and her eyes are a crystal clear blue-green that remind me of rain. Her temper makes her like some kind of tropical storm. Beautiful and destructive. And I just want to drink it all up.
So many times I've sat in this exact spot. Dreaming about what it would be like to have her ride my strap-on. Feeling her thighs against mine. Watching her pleasure rise. God, I wanna fuck her so bad. My hands reach down to the zipper of my jeans. I've been wearing my harness and its new attachment to get a feel for it. The draining temperature wins and I give up on the struggle to move it aside so I can touch myself as I dream about her. Kasey.
In an attempt to take my mind of her and the blazing heat, I turn on the radio. Music fills the living room and though the temperature seems to rise, due to an additional electronic being used, at least my mood improves.
The yelling across the hallway stops and I hear heavy footsteps quickly making their way to the elevator. Kasey follows them halfway screaming obscenities and then, I assume she walks back to her apartment. I just shake my head at the unnecessary commotion.
Suddenly there's a loud knock at my door. Who the hell wants to bother me today?
I open the door. To my astonishment and pleasure, Kasey is standing in my doorway. "Do you have any air conditioning?" she asks with her hands on her hips.
As I stand there staring with my mouth open and her impatience rises. "What?" I stammer.
"Is your A/C working?" she repeats.
"Oh. Not it's not." I say, disappointedly.
She breathes out in frustration and runs her hands through her hair.
"But, I do have ice cold beer and tea, if that helps any."
"It doesn't," she says pushing her way into my home, "but I'll still take the beer."
"Absolutely!"
She plops herself down on the couch, and I work on opening two bottles of beer. As promised they are chilled. I sit on the edge of the coffee table across from her and hand her one. She takes it and gulps a quarter of it down like soda. I'd be lying if I didn't say I was a little impressed. I take a swig of mine and set it down.
"The heat's bad isn't it?" Best I could do for small talk. She gives me a well-that's-pretty-obvious look and crosses her legs.
"Yeah. In fact I think it's even hotter in your apartment than mine."
"Sorry about that. I've got all my fans going. Not much else I can do."
"It's ok. I'll probably head out, soon anyways." Her beer drains another quarter.
"Sure you're not gonna want another one?" I say teasingly with a raised eyebrow.
"Can I?" She lights up.
"Yeah. Let me go get you another one."
