It was one of those steamy, humid, sultry summer nights. Even with the sun down and the first hint of a breeze, the air was just electric and torrid, an omen of what was to come.
You’d been feeling it all day; that potent mix of playfulness and sheer lust. You’d tried to get yourself off while imagining my gorgeous cock, but it had only left you frustrated and with an ache between your legs that you couldn’t seem to relieve. All day at work you’d been distracted, fantasizing. People had noticed and you’d gone home early. But your apartment seemed small and confining, and no amount of AC could cool you down. There was only one thing for it.
You parked a couple of blocks away, but that still didn’t prevent the butterflies in your stomach as you walked towards my house. What if somebody sees me, you thought? This was definitely against the explicit instructions I had given you. But you couldn’t wait, not this time. Like a thief you stole around the side of my attractive mid-century modern house and slipped behind the tall hedges that surrounded our pool. Here, you were finally safe.