A Sultry Day

The city dwellers were baked mercilessly by the blazing sun. The breeze merely idly pushed white clouds across the blue sky, not in a rush to cool the backs of onlookers hurrying somewhere. Heavy raindrops pounded on the roofs throughout the day, and dangerous wind gusts attempted to smash the windows of glass skyscrapers with branches ripped from poplars. It seemed like only yesterday. May’s weather is as erratic as a woman’s menstrual cycle. Margaret fanned herself with a piece of paper while sitting on the bed in her lingerie. Torra, her cat, lay on the ground, attempting to take up as much room as she could. There was oppressive heat beneath the roof of the two-story house, where Margo had her little atelier on the first floor. She recently gave her pal Victor the air conditioner that could at least save the situation and prevent her from dying from the heat. He was well-versed in technology, and this particular technology had recently behaved poorly. Torra mewled as she rolled onto her other side. Margo envied the cat, who could simply lounge on the floor without a care for the thin layer of dust that coated the polished wooden floor, invisible at first glance but still there. The woman glanced at the clock. The hands were nearly aligned on the noon. Soon, as agreed, Victor would arrive with the saving air conditioner. Margo stood up from her bed in a lethargic attempt to get dressed, but quickly dismissed that thought. Even in a light sundress it’d be hotter than in a pair of skimpy pieces of cloth posing as lingerie. And Victor has been to the beach before, right? Margaret approached the mirror and critically eyed herself. A blue-eyed beauty stared back at her, her graceful curves enticing. Her broad, tanned shoulders were showcased by the delicate straps of her Italian lace bra, gently cupping her small, perky breasts. Her sun-kissed tummy protruded slightly—exercising for a flawlessly flat stomach had yet to yield spectacular results. Her quite disproportionate hips flowed into gorgeous long legs, this light disproportionality actually accentuating her slender waist. Her firm, toned butt proudly hinted to its mistress that all those runs and gym workouts were paying off. Margo twirled in front of the mirror, deciding she looked smoking hot and not bothering to wear anything else. When she returned to the bed, the door burst open, and Victor appeared before quickly disappearing again. Margo peeked out from behind the door. “Hey, what’s up with you?” Victor blushed, looking shocked. “M-Me?” “Oh, babe. Chill, you’re welcome here.” Margo sat down next to the young man on the step, and he awkwardly turned away. She practically dragged him into her room by force, refusing to accept his objections about her appearance as he glanced at the air conditioner box on the lower step. Accepting defeat, Victor picked up the box and headed inside himself. As Victor installed the repaired air conditioner, his eyes kept darting furtively at Margaret lounging on the bed, flipping through a magazine and still fanning herself with some papers. Arousal seemed to have driven all coherent thoughts from the young man’s ears, leaving them to hover dazedly around his messy head. Once he finished mounting it, he tested the AC unit. Within minutes, the room grew noticeably more comfortable. Margo released her grip on both the magazine and makeshift fan with a relieved sigh. She stretched languidly and sprawled across the bed in a starfish pose, her lush body on full display in that skimpy lingerie. Torra also seemed to appreciate their new surroundings. Copying Margo’s movements almost exactly, she reclined seductively on the floor beside the bed. “Wish I could tie you up and fuck you,” Victor muttered to himself. “Huh?” Margo got up from the bed, looking at him in confusion. “What was that?” Victor didn’t respond. He simply sat on the bed next to her, pulled her onto his lap, and after admiring her plump, dry lips for a moment, kissed her passionately. She wrapped her legs around his torso as he deepened the kiss. Margo wanted to let her tongue run wild, inviting him to a waltz that’d escalate into an intense tango, but Victor wasn’t having it. As soon as she started, he pinched her right on her bubble butt. She cried out into the kiss but he wouldn’t let her pull away, intensifying their makeout session instead. Calloused hands of Victor began to wander lazily over Margaret’s body. Rough skin of his fingers brushed her back between the shoulder blades, feeling for the clasp of her bra. A snap, and it was already hanging limply on her shoulders. His hand moved from her back to her breast, squeezing it greedily as he kissed Margo hungrily. The kiss was broken by a few rough motions. A light push sent Margo’s back slamming against the lightweight coverlet. Victor’s head hovered inches from her face. A bead of sweat trickled down onto the tip of his nose. With a light flick of a finger, Margo wiped it away. “God, you’re so sexy,” Victor breathed in one exhale. “Mmmm, my tiger!” Margo purred what she’d wanted to say for so long, gripping Victor’s lips between hers as she wrapped arms around his neck and legs around his sturdy torso. The couple rolled around on the bed for a long time, showering each other with kisses. Victor was on top, then Margo was on top, then Victor again underneath her. Finally they stopped and Margo found herself pinned beneath him against the mattress. Victor’s fingers hooked under a scrap of fabric covering her breasts, which had been obstructing his view of her gorgeous tits. She raised her arms up, and the straps slid off easily with his movements. The bra went carelessly flying off the bed onto the floor. Its clumsy flight ended draped over Torra’s face as she lay lazily nearby on the floor beside the bed. Startled by this strange bit of fabric covering her muzzle, the cat gave an indignant yowl before shaking it off and resuming her blissful napping… until she was fully engulfed once more when Victor’s shirt and pants landed on top of her in a heap. Torra burst out from under the pile of clothes bristling with annoyance and prudently relocated to occupy an empty armchair directly under an air vent to resume basking in the cool breeze. Margo straddled Victor, her hips undulating sensually, she ground against the bulge in his briefs. She pressed herself down, then lifted up, rubbing her already dripping wet pussy along the hard ridge of his cock through the fabric. Victor’s eyes fluttered shut as pleasure overwhelmed him. Suddenly Margo shifted, moving to kneel between Victor’s legs. As his cock sprang free from his briefs, a light shiver ran through him at the cool air hitting his engorged tip. Her fingers traced along the thick veins pulsing beneath its shaft. A guttural moan escaped Victor’s lips as Margo ghosting touches made his cock throb even more. The hungry look on her face sent fresh waves of lust straight to his groin. Holding eye contact, Margo leaned in and placed a tender, tantalizing kiss on Victor’s flared cockhead before pulling back with an impish grin. “Oh, you tease!” he growled, a mixture of accusation and lust in his tone. With that declaration, the young man pounced on Margaret like a starving wolf descending upon its prey. He flipped her onto her back with brutal efficiency, pinning her wrists above her head as he settled between her spread thighs. The heat of his rigid cock branded against the damp patch on her thong, making Margo gasp and buck against him wantonly. But Victor had other plans. Instead of giving in to their mutual desire right away, he began an agonizingly teasing torment designed to drive Margo wild. His calloused hands palmed her pert tits roughly, fingers sinking into the supple flesh as he kneaded and groped. Sharp teeth closed around each stiff nipple in turn, biting down just hard enough to make her squeal in pained pleasure. Margo writhed and thrashed beneath him, her body already glistening with sweat from the sheer intensity of sensation. Victor smirked at her pleading tone but finally deigned to slide further down the bed. His hands hooked into the waistband of Margaret’s soaked thong and peeled them off leisurely, inch by inch. The damp fabric clung to every curve before snapping free completely, baring Margaret’s most intimate area fully to his heated gaze. Victor started tenderly stroking Margo’s tight pussy. His tongue left a moist trail around her clit. The woman moaned, grabbing the bed. He gave his fingers free rein. Gently but carelessly, Victor spread and released her inner labia. His fingers were already covered in her juices. He moved his middle finger straight along the slit. The feminine moan became louder. His calloused finger slid inside. The walls of the vagina instantly embraced it, spreading and closing at each of its movements. Victor wanted to insert another finger, but after some thought he decided against it and instead pulled off the one that was already inside her, casually massaging the plump folds. The man shed his pesky briefs and positioned his cockhead at the near crimson, blood-flushed slit of Margaret’s cunt. Torturous seconds ticked by as he teased her, rubbing his dick around her soaked pussy, deliberately avoiding penetrating her hole. Margo thrashed and whimpered in anguish, begging him to stop tormenting her. She tried to impale herself on Victor’s shaft but he nimbly withdrew it each time she aimed for his tip. Victor abruptly plunged into her. Margo shrieked in surprise. He grinned smugly, starting to thrust as he watched her back arch seductively. Her moans poured out as frequently as his plunges, one hand guiding his on her tit, the other gripping her waist to drive himself deep inside her eager body. Desperate to take him fully, Margaret vigorously met each of his thrusts. Their rhythm intensified and so did the pitch of her cries. At the final moment, Victor pulled off his cock from Margo and erupted, his seed spurting forth to splatter across her belly. He collapsed onto the bed beside her gasping for air as cool air caressed their heated skin. After a while, Margaret flashed Victor a coy smile. “Let’s go get cleaned up,” she purred seductively. He smirked back at her and scooped the gorgeous woman into his strong arms, carrying her off to the bathroom. Their slick naked bodies slid against each other as they embraced, lips meeting in a deep zealous kiss that left them both breathless. And the bathroom became another site of that sultry day’s passion.