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Hot & Sweaty
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Hot & Sweaty
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It was an extremely hot day, the kind of day that makes just
moving seem like a supreme effort. The streets were nearly empty,
everyone with a shred of sanity opting to hide in the air conditioning
somewhere. Unfortunately, the window unit in Susan's apartment had decided
to crap out on her the night before. It was an old air conditioner, and
after running constantly for a week or more, it had just decided to stop.
Several calls to emergency repair services and the landlord had resulted
in nothing more than vague promises to `stop by when we can'.
Susan was suffering through the heat, afraid to leave the apartment,
knowing that as soon as she did the repairman would come. Instead, she just
did her best to stay cool; she wore just her panties and a T-shirt, and
kept the bathtub full of cool water. When the heat became too oppresive,
she'd strip off her clothes and lie in the tub for 5 or 10 minutes. Then,
still wet, she'd stand in front of the fan and let the strong breeze
dry her. It felt refreshing, and every time she stood in front of the fan,
the chill would cause her nipples to harden and send a little shiver up
her spine.
It was after one of these little baths, while she was standing
in front of the fan and enjoying the air blowing across her flesh, that
she began fondling herself. She placed her hands on her hips and slowly,
sensually, let them glide across her belly, around to her firm, round ass,
over her thighs. She brought one hand up to her breast and cupped the
soft globe in her palm, gently squeezing it. She took her hard, ruddy-
colored nipple between two fingers and pulled lightly, pinching it as she
tugged. The shiver that rose up her spine was more intense this time, and
she felt a mild throbbing in her loins.
She thought back to the previous weekend, Saturday night that she
had spent with Paul. It had been quite enjoyable; they had spent the better
part of the night sharing their bodies with each other, taking all manner
of physical pleasure. She had awoken Sunday a little bit sore, but
emminently satisfied. Her mind wandered as she replayed some of the
scenes from Saturday night, remembering Paul's head buried between her
thighs, his tongue penetrating her silken depths. Without thinking, one
hand dropped to her crotch and she started rubbing her hand gently across
her softly curled pubic bush. Her mind was still in the past, still
dreaming of earlier pleasures, unaware that she had begun masturbating,
not caring.
The sound of a passing truck brought her back to the present, and
she was mildly amused when she realized that she had been playing with
herself. It felt too good to stop then, though; the wetness was already
building within her, and she knew she really had no choice but to follow
through on what she had started. She moved over to the couch and laid back,
her head on a fluffy pillow and her legs spread far apart. She let her
hands roam across her soft skin, her fingers caressing her flesh. Eyes closed,
head back, she brushed along the edges of her pubic mound with her
finger tips. It felt so nice, so relaxing, she forgot all about the
opressive heat that surrounded her, lost within herself as she daydreamed.
She cupped her breasts in her hands, squeezing the lovely globes
together and pinching her nipples between her fingers. The mild sensation
of pain aroused her further. She let her hands wander down across her
belly until she reached her vagina. She rubbed across her mound with her
palm, feling the dampness that had already formed. She found her clit and
massaged it lightly with her fingertips, the action causing her passions
to rise even further. She parted her labia with two fingers and slid her
other hand up and down her tender inner lips. Her legs spread wide, she
slid one finger slowly into herself, penetrating the depths of her sex,
slowly fucking herself with a single digit. In her mind, she craved a man,
a man with a huge, hard cock to fill her. She introduced a second finger
into her pussy, and started moving her hand back and forth rhythmically,
sliding the full length of her fingers in and out of her hot, wet cunt.
Lost in pleasure, she was startled by a knock at the door. She
sat up quickly, found her panties and T-shirt, and hurriedly slipped on
them on. "Who is it?", she called out. "Air conditioning service!" came
the reply, and she unlocked and opened the door.
Standing there, tool box in hand, was a handsome young man. He had
tousled blonde hair and deep blue eyes, the kind of good looks one usually
sees in classic surfer movies. He wore a light gray work shirt and jeans, the
pocket of his shirt emblazoned with a patch that said `Steve' in an
embroidered script. "You called for service, maam?" he asked with a grin.
His eyes roamed down her length, pausing briefly as he admired her breasts,
her still-hard nipples easily visible through the light T-shirt. He glanced
down at her crotch, his eyes pausing longer this time.
Susan ushered him in to the living room and explained the problem
with her air conditioning. Steve proceeded to open his tool box and remove
the cover from the unit. Susan sat on the sofa and watched him work,
admiring his muscular form. As for Steve, he watched Susan almost constantly
out of the corner of his eye while he was working. He wondered what her
breasts must feel like, how she tasted. He thought he detected a spot of
moisture at her crotch and was intrigued.
Susan was amused at the frequent looks she was receiving and made
no effort to conceal herself from him. She had her legs slightly parted
and a little whisp of her dark pubic hair curled out from the leg of her
panties. She adjusted her position on the sofa so that Steve had a clear
view of her barely covered mound. The made some polite conversation while
he worked, talking about the recent heat wave and all the business it
created for Steve. All the while, Steve was admiring his customer,
fantasizing about taking her in his arms and making love to her.
After about half an hour of steady effort, Steve turned on the
switch and the air conditioner surged to life, emitting a steady, cool
breeze. When he stood to begin packing up his tools, Susan noticed a very
apparent bulge in the crotch of his jeans, a very exciting and very large
bulge. Steve glanced down when he noticed her eyes fixed on his crotch and
smiled with a hint of embarassment. "It looks like you find your work to
be quite...ummm...exciting!", Susan said with a smile. "It's not my work
that's exciting," Steve said matter-of-factly, "it's my customers!"
Their eyes met, and from that moment it seemed that they both
knew what was to follow. Steve closed the lid on his tool box and started
filling out his paperwork, which he presented for Susan's signature.
Standing so close to her, he could feel her warmth against his arm, and the
sensation caused his cock to strain against his pants. Susan moved so that
her breast brushed against his arm, and he could feel the hardness of her
nipple contrasted against the softness of her firm globe. It was more than
he could stand, and he brazenly reached down and squeezed her ass through
the sheer nylon panties that stretched tight across her cheeks. She didn't
resist, didn't move away, but rather squirmed a little. She was too horny
to resist, still on the edge after being interrupted earlier, aroused from
watching her handsome repair man at work.
"If you're not in a hurry...", she said, leaving the sentence
unfinished. She made her point more than adequately when she reached down
and gave the bulge in Steve's pants a squeeze. His heart began to pound
and his mind raced as he realized the offer that was being made. He'd
always fantasized about making love to a customer, but had always resisted
the temptation for fear of loosing his job. But this time the temptation
was just too great, and it was too ideal an opportunity to turn down.
Susan took him by the hand and led him to her bedroom. As soon
as they entered the room, Steve took her in his arms and pulled her close
to him, delighting at the feel of her warm, supple body in his arms. She
kissed him lightly on the cheek, then on the mouth. Their tongues met, and
Steve explored the inside of her mouth. His hand rose to her breast, and he
took it in his hand and gave a light squeeze. He felt the nipple and
pinched it between his fingers.
Susan let her hand slide down across his broad back, feeling his
muscles, until she reached his waist. She began fumbling with his belt
buckle, all the while still engaged in a deep, passionate kiss. Steve broke
their embrace and stepped back. He unsnapped his pants, lowered his zipper,
and let the jeans slide down his legs. While Susan watched with growing
excitement, he tossed his pants aside and stripped off his shorts. His
rock-hard cock sprang out in front of him, and Susan licked her lips with
anticipation. He had a very handsome cock, quite long and thick, the head
a deep purple color. As he unbuttoned his shirt, Susan dropped to her knees in
front of him.
She wrapped her fingers around the hard shaft of his cock. It was so
thick that her fingers didn't meet. The soft sack of his balls hung down,
and she held them in one hand as she planted a kiss on the tip of his cock.
She released her grip for just a moment when Steve reached down and pulled
her T-shirt off over her head. Now wearing only her panties, and with Steve
totally naked, she once again took his shaft in her hand and started
stroking it back and forth, delighting in the feel of his huge, hard shaft.
She opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the base of his head,
letting her tongue move back and forth across the tip. Steve reached down
and ran his fingers through her hair as she let her mouth slide down over his
shaft. Susan truly loved to suck a man's cock, and Steve's was one of the
nicest she'd found in a while. She moved her head back and forth, with each
stroke taking more and more of him in to her mouth. She had one hand wrapped
around the base of his cock, and with the other she squeezed and fondled his
balls, enjoying the feeling of his testicles rolling in her palm.
When she had taken his full length deep down her throat, she
started sucking him. She let her lips ride up and down his shaft, her
tongue working its way up and down his length. Her head bobbed up and down
rapidly, tastinf the sweet, musky flavor of a man who had been working hard
all day. She let him slide from her mouth and licked up and down the thick
shaft, looking up and smiling at him as she did. Then she took him in her
mouth once again and sucked harder. He was holding her head in his hands
and working his hips back and forth in time with her motions, forcing his
cock deep inside of her, fucking her mouth.
She kept fondling his balls with one hand as she sucked him, and
soon felt the soft sack start to tighten. She quickened her pace, letting
him slide deep down her throat and rapidly drawing back. His pubic bone
slammed in to her forehead with each dtroke. She felt has shaft start to
spasm, followed immediately by the first spurt of his hot sperm shooting
down her throat. She pulled her head back so that only the tip of his
cock was still in her mouth and worked her hand up and down his length as
he shot huge gobs of warm come into her. She ran her tongue in circles
over the head as she greedily swallowed his semen. Finally, she let him
slide out of her mouth so that the last few globs of his come shot across
her face, dripping slowly from her cheek.
Susan looked up to see her lover smiling down at her, his face
flushed from his climax. "Was that good?", she asked, the taste of his
juice fresh in her mouth. "The best!", he muttered softly, still recovering
from her efforts. "Would you fuck me?", she asked, an impish grin on her
face. Steve didn't say a word, but reached down and helped her off of her
knees. He bent slightly and started licking her breasts, gently biting and
nibbling at her hard nipples. He eased her down on to the bed and reached
down to her crtoch with one hand, letting his fingers slide up and down the
length of her hot, wet pussy. He penetrated her with one finger, wiggling
it inside of her and causing a preliminary wave of pleasure to course up
her spine.
Susan spread her legs far apart so that her pussy was readily
accessible. Reaching down, she spread her lips with two fingers so that the
pinkness of her depths was exposed. Steve guided his cock to her with one
hand, placing the head at her entrance. He pressed forward, easily entering
her, and withdrew. He entered her once again, this time penetrating much
more deeply, only partially withdrawing before plunging into her once again.
Susan laid back, her hands cupping her breasts, squeezing them together, as
she closed her eyes and experienced the incredible feeling of fullness that
Steve brought her. She moaned softly as he fucked her with long, measured
strokes. She moved her hips in time with his strokes, forcing him fully
in to her.
"Oh, yes, that feels so good! Oh, yes...fuck me...yes...fuck me!",
she moaned. Steve increased the pace gradually until his was slamming in and
out of Susan's cunt with hard, quick strokes. "Oh, baby, your pussy feels
so good!", he mumbled, barely able to speak through his passion. Susan
watched his cock sliding in and out of her and felt a climax beginning,
waves of electricity coursing up her spine and exploding in her brain. Her
body shook as she was engulfed with waves after wave of pleasure. Her body
tensed, eyes closed tightly, as she savored the many delights of orgasm.
Steve continued fucking her, not slowing, feeling her pussy tighten around
his shaft as she came. "Oh, God, fuck me! Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Deep in my
cunt!", she exclaimed.
As her climax subsided, Susan grabbed Steve by the hips and pulled
him to her. She worked her pussy over him, contracting her muscles and
gripping his cock with her pussy lips. Eyes closed, Steve's muscles started
to tense and Susan felt his shaft twitching inside of her as he started to
come for the second time. He held his cock deep inside of her as he
released a second load of his sweet sperm inside of her. She closed her
legs slightly, forcing her pussy tightly around him as he moaned and
groaned with pleasure.
When he was finsihed exploding inside of her, Steve held his cock
deep inside. They smiled at each other with contentment as his prick started
to soften inside of her and finally slip from her grasp. They lay on the
bed, side by side, and enjoyed a long, passionate kiss. "Can I call you if
I have any more problems with the air conditioning?", Susan asked him with
a sly grin. "Sure!", Steve told her, "And I guarantee you'll be first on the
list next time!"
Steve got up and gathered his clothes. Susan watched as he got
dressed and followed him to the living room as he collected his tools. As
they walked to the door, he wrapped his arm around her and, drawing her close,
gave her a kiss. Closing the door behind him, Susan wondered if perhaps the
air conditioner would be needing pretty frequent service from now on.
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