Summer Air(Current Rating 59/100, based on 30 votes)
The asphalt glistened in streams of heat penetrating the humid air. The silence of the night surrounded her mind. She walked down the middle line and spoke to no one aloud
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“Can’t believe he left me here!”
Every shadow of the early morning haunted her movements, sending shivers down her neck.
“It is his problem if he can’t get it through his head” pouting she lifts her face and feels the mist of the summer sky.
The evening started with passion and the sexual desires of two people in love, his apartment was warm as they made love with all intensions of welcoming the morning.
When both bodies were exhausted and lay still in the sheets, she leaned over and whispered, “Let’s sleep next to each other”
“I will drive you home, and then we can meet up tomorrow”, he said.
Confused she dressed and they both started the drive to her place. Realizing she was not happy, the fight began and ended with him calling her a controlling bitch and letting her out of the car. Right here still blocks from her apartment.
Usually when passing through this part of town, she is driving and not noticing the surroundings. Her route from work to home and she had never taken the time to absorb the scene.
Silence is broken by the faint sound of footsteps, she wants to freeze and run at the same time. Continuing her pace with stiffness and awareness, she notices humming of a familiar song. The melody is hypnotic; she strains to figure out how she knows it. It swallows her into the night and lightens the air.
“Excuse me!” The voice echoes in sharp jags that paralyze her in fear and curiosity.
The soft male voice is pleasing. She turns to it. A tall slender form comes closer to her. When the streetlights light up his face, she notices how handsome he is and also the riveting calmness his presence delivers.
“Walking alone?” he mutters. “Oh that was most likely a creepy thing to say.”
“Not at all, I was on my way home,” She states with ease. A stranger in the middle of the night and in the middle of the street, she talks to him as if they had fallen from another time and place.
The exciting feelings of all that is new overcome her and she giggles. A quick and sheepish grin is thrown her way as they head down the street into the night.
The conversation has a cuteness of discovery, two people in the summer air.
Five concrete steps lead to her front door; with mindless agreement they sit on the third step and continue the conversation of all that is pure to them. Almost dawn, her heart pounds “Would you like to come in for coffee?”
He shrugs and grabs her hand as they enter her place.
The soft smoky moonlight filters into the room, the door swings shut and the eyes of two strangers meet. Locked in the understanding that they have entered into no solid ground.
His hand slowly embraces her long sandy hair, guiding her lips to his. With a wistful union, the kiss takes form and proves itself full of desire.
“Hi, my name is Charlotte” she snickers at the absurd irony of the introduction.
Two large hands cup her face and engulf her in lustful kisses, tongues swim with erotic intentions. They fall to the bed in a parallel splash.
Two bodies; two minds; dazed in paradise.
Above her with his slender rigid mass, she is pinned to the bed and awaits his moves. The sweat of the summer air clings to their hot flesh, lubricating the friction that burns into sweltering passion. His throbbing member tickles her inner thigh as he swings his hips, gliding the soft head up to her melting creases. Lowering into a position of embodied power, her breath sails along his neck with anticipation. Legs spread around his waist; her wetness invites him to enter. Pelvic thrusts easily accommodate. Sensational bursts of dramatic elation, the first orgasm comes with power and quickness relieving her from tension and pent up energy, she relaxes and feels the smooth pumping in the drenched folds of her pelvis. Holding her tight he rolls her on top of him, straddled, she feels him deep. He takes her nipple between his teeth gently and rolls his tongue over it with moist swipes. Feeling pulses inside her she rides him with exhausted thrusts, every muscle joining in the erotic desires. The moans and gasps fill the room as his hands bear down on her shoulders, slamming her buttocks to his swollen balls. Both people in this summer air orgasm in the moment of shared pleasured circumstance.
The night drifts to morning and the heart gets to learn in this day.
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Author: Gio |
