It was one of those heats where the shirt is suctioned to your back, where your underwear becomes a chastity belt. The heat that sticks to you like glue, suffocates your senses.
The day was drawing to a close, home time by the clocks.” trouble was tourists don’t seem to watch the time when they are on holidays”. She thought to her self, noticing a Black Audi Sports slowly moving down the driveway.
Peeking out the window she observed a hansom man emerge from the car estimating him to be about 5’10’’ with wavy dark locks to his shoulders. Scanning her eyes along his body noticing leather sandals, cool linen pants the hue of fresh cream and a tight t-shirt accentuation his toned torso. She smiled a dreamy smile, tracing her lips with her long fingernails, “just like the man I see in my dreams’ she softly sighed.
Walking in with purposeful strides he reached the little shop in just moments. She held her breath the whole time. Maybe she was dreaming.
The heat surrounded her as soon as he stepped in. More intense than even the hottest of hottest summers day.
She felt it all round her, in, through, over, above and inside her.
Trying to down play the excitement that was rising inside of her, almost forgetting where she was. Softly she asks if he would like to look around.
His smile: made her insides melt.
“Thank you Ma’am I’d love to look around.”
His voice, her knees buckled.
