Sweat

She stares at the thermostat with disgust. Cold water and sweat glistens on her honey brown skin as she sashays over to her bedroom window sliding the painted white lock causing the painted seal to crack. She wipes her brow with the back of her hand while reaching for the handle with the other. She gives the window a firm tug causing the white towel wrapped around her body to slip to the floor. She ignores her exposure since the frustration of the painted shut window grips her. It’s hot. It’s too damn hot.

The maintenance man was supposed to fix the air conditioning a week ago, but all the damn thing does is hum annoyingly loud while breathing its warm breath on an already scorching apartment. She curses at the window catching a glimpse of her exposed curves in the window’s reflection. She stares at the city from her 13th floor window thinking of the life she puts up with to one day call herself an attorney. Small one bedroom apartment. Barely enough money to even qualify as a poor college student. In a new city that stays hotter than hell. But worst of all a new city without him. She thinks of him and spews another obscenity at the window again.

She yanks open the dresser drawer grabbing a long tank top out and wrestles it over her body that now glistens with more sweat than cold water. Her damp footprints along the hardwood floor seem to evaporate immediately leading from the bedroom to the tiny open living space. She pulls open the patio doors before slamming the tall oscillating fan in front of the door. She plops down on the couch rolling her head on the cheap imitation leather while attempting to wipe away the sweat with the bottom of her shirt. She glares at the fan with disdain as it elicits only a slight cool in the simmering apartment. Cursing as she stomps to the refrigerator she’s forced to pause to look at his picture. Damn he’s sexy. Why isn’t he here? Why couldn’t he come? She yanks open the freezer door to grab the ice tray, slides over to the counter to grab a glass, drops a few cubes in, and fills it up with water. She shuts the freezer door catching one last glance at his picture.

He’s always done something to her. Even hundreds of miles away he still makes her hotter than even this bastard of a heat wave. She carries the remaining ice and glass of water back to her spot on the couch in front of the fan. She takes a sip of the water and feels the cool liquid course through her body. She grabs a cube of ice and slides it across her neck letting it transform into cool liquid dripping down her skin decreasing her body temperature. With air from the fan hitting the liquid, she closes her eyes as her nipples stiffen and she sits the glass down. Her mind returns to him.

She adjusts her leg on the couch and dreams he is guiding the ice across her body. Along her neck he places wet kisses as his tongue coolly drips down her collar bone. His hand slides up her calf and comes to rest on her knee as she gasps from his cold wet tongue trickling under her shirt onto her nipple. He moves the ice slowly from her neck just below her collar to her shoulder while creeping his hand up her thigh to the only part of her not moistened by the sun or the ice. He takes the melting cube and drips the cool liquid on her chest before placing it gently on her lips with a cool kiss sliding onto her tongue. He takes another cube from the tray and slides it up her other thigh while taking his hand tracing the lips of her shaven pleasure point. She moans at his slight touch arching her back in anticipation of his firm deliberate strokes. As she bites her lip he moves the ice cube to her face and gently places a finger inside her warm wet pussy before sliding it out rubbing her slippery nub. Her hips sway at his touch as the heat she feels is no longer external. He paints her pussy with his fingertips responding to her every moan with a slighter touch every groan with a firmer stroke every gasp with another cool wet kiss on her lips. His strokes become faster, stronger, lighter, firmer. She can feel the hot rush of excitement filling her body as she grinds along his fingers biting her lip in attempt to mute her pleasure as she releases a wave of heat and frustration. She opens her eyes to an empty room, an iceless ice tray, and a water glass sitting in a pool of condensation as her mind returns to him.

Damn he should be here.