It was hot. The day had been a brooding 40 degrees centigrade, and nightfall had failed to bring any relief. The barometer had dropped marginally but not enough to bring any tangible change in temperature. Not a breath of wind stirred the curtains on the French doors of my bedroom, flung wide open as I lay sprawled on the creased expanse of sheets. I groaned as I glanced across to the green luminescence of my alarm clock which showed 00:27. I'd have to get up early for a meeting and desperately needed some relaxing beauty sleep. I rolled over and wiggled my shoulder down into a pillow, hoping that my body would finally get the message and fall asleep. But no such luck. Images whirled around my head, delicious images of naked bodies contorting in the most erotic acts, shining skin and wicked scents, animated by my feverish imagination. My pussy responded, tingling and begging for attention. My thoughts turned wistfully to my vibe buried in the pillows of my bed, before quickly discarding the idea. The last thing I needed now was to get even more hot and sweaty.
What I
really
needed was a dip in the deliciously cool water of a pool. Unfortunately, that was one of the few luxuries my little 1950s house did not have to offer. Cosy as it was, no spare room could be found for a pool or spa, or even and air-conditioning unit, which usually did not bother me until nights like this. With a sigh I rolled off my bed and padded across the room to the clothes I'd discarded the night before. I threw on a singlet and some jogging shorts and made my way to the kitchen to grab my car keys. My house didn't have a pool, but I knew someone who did...
When I pulled up outside the apartment building, the clock on the dash showed 01:03. A momentary flash of guilt hit me as I thought again at how silly and selfish this must look like, but the heat helped me to crush any such feelings. Nothing mattered anymore except the blessed cool I knew was at the top of that building. I got out and pushed the 10th button along on the row of residents listed at the impressive front doors. I waited for the little speaker to buzz into life as another little flash of guilt assaulted me. But after a couple of seconds the speaker crackled and a voice asked "Who's there?"
"Mike? It's me..." I was at a loss as what to say. Luckily I didn't have to search for any more reasons for my sudden urge to drive half-way across town, as the speaker died again and a small 'click' announced that the door had just been unlocked. Gratefully I pushed into the dark but air-conditioned lobby and took the lift up to his floor. The stone floor felt smooth and cool on the bottom of my feet as I made my way along the corridor and knocked on Mike's apartment door. A wedge of yellowish light fell into the hallway as he opened it to welcome his late-night visitor. His eyes drifted over my dishevelled form, my tussled blonde hair hanging loose around my shoulders, my bare feet and the obvious lack of bra underneath my crinkled singlet. I smiled sheepishly at him. "I couldn't sleep..."
A small grin curved his lips as he stepped back and let me inside, into the lusciously cool air-conditioning. I had expected to see him in the usual boxers he wore to bed, but instead he was still dressed in a half-unbuttoned shirt and loose-fitting pants. The screen of a laptop was glowing with text and images as it sat whirring quietly on the coffee table in front of the expansive couch crouching on the floor of the main living space. Mike obviously hadn't slept a wink either...
"I'm sorry to barge in on you like this," I began my apology. I was having doubts again as to my pathetic reason for turning up when he was so obviously engrossed in some important deal he was preparing for his company. "I should let you get back to work." I heard the clinking of glass from the kitchen, where he had disappeared to after letting me in. He re-emerged now holding two vodka-on-the-rocks, leaning down to kiss my forehead as he offered me one of them.
"My door is always open for you darling, you know that," he said. "Besides, I'm really just passing time... I couldn't sleep either," he confessed with a lopsided grin. We took a seat on the couch and I sipped gratefully at the iced alcohol and rested my bare legs on the table beside the laptop. I saw Mike's eyes slide down the bare flesh to my feet, which sported pale pink painted nails. Those nails were one of those little flashes of my cheeky-girl personality that I usually hid away during the day. Sometimes I grew sick of the mature sensible business woman act I put on for my job in the up and coming architecture firm I worked for, and let my girlish nature shine through a little. That was perhaps one of the reasons Mike and I got along so well... around him I always felt like a little girl anyway, so strong was the cool, calm confidence he exuded.
"You realise why I'm here, don't you?" I said with a mischievous grin when I'd finished my drink. Mike raised an eyebrow at the tone and glanced again at my half-dressed body still draped over his couch.
"Enlighten me," he said with a knowing smirk as he placed his glass tumbler down. That smirk deepened when I got up slowly and bent over him.
