Heat Wave

by Alison Tyler

  “Judy, I don’t think this piece is completely finished just yet,” I teased.

  “One final run-through, then,” she said. “If you don’t mind.”

  I was only too happy to comply.

  Beating the Heat

  JT LANGDON

  Joy padded around the kitchen wearing nothing but her favorite red silk kimono, hoping desperately that another glass of iced tea would rescue her from the oppressive Florida heat. The cute strawberry blonde who did the weather report for the local news predicted a high of ninety, but that marker had been passed before noon and the prospects for the rest of the day didn’t look good at all. Late-summer rains the night before left the air thick, heavy; the humidity was like a weight on her chest, making it damn near impossible to breathe. Her usual refuge from a day like this was the kidney-shaped swimming pool in the backyard, but the rain coupled with neglect denied her that option for now. She could do nothing but wait and suffer in the miserable furnace that was her house until the pool cleaner arrived.

  The job itself was probably simple enough, Joy mused, but she loathed doing menial tasks. Since she had the money, she preferred to pay someone to do those kinds of things. It allowed her to conserve her energy for other pursuits.

  She dug a handful of ice cubes out of the freezer and plunked them into her glass, finishing her second pitcher of tea. The relief it provided was minimal but preferable to nothing. Joy closed her eyes and sipped the tea slowly, imagining herself sliding into the soothing water of the pool, so cold against her naked skin, rushing between her legs like a lover, caressing the folds of her cunt.

  The rhythmic pounding at the front door shattered her fantasy. She took another sip of tea and wandered into the living room, the heat and sexual frustration making her irritable and fussy. “Hold on, hold on. I’ll be right there.”

  Joy came to a jerky, awkward stop. Standing on the front porch, slightly obscured by the screen door, was one of the most striking women she had seen in quite some time—maybe ever. Long, flowing black hair framed an innocent-looking face. The woman had skin the color of rich caramel and inviting brown eyes that met hers for the briefest of moments.

  “Ms. Patterson?”

  “Yes,” Joy said, nodding.

  “Good afternoon, ma’am. I’m Consuela Ramirez, from Regency Pool Cleaning Services. You made an appointment?”

  “That’s right,” Joy said. Her gaze drifted to the name tag sewn onto the breast of the brown, one-piece uniform the woman wore, the name Connie stitched attractively in red letters. She noticed, also, how nicely the swell of the other woman’s bosom filled out the top half of the uniform. “You’re early, aren’t you?”

  Connie blushed. “Yes. I should have called first. I’m sorry if I woke you.”

  “You didn’t,” Joy said, realizing, sheepishly, that she was standing there in her robe. She pulled the robe tighter around her body, then pointed to the stone walkway that led around the side of the house. “The back gate is right through there.”

  “Thank you,” Connie said.

  Joy leaned against the doorframe and watched as Connie returned to the company van parked by the curb and started to unload pool-cleaning gear. The woman couldn’t have been more than twenty-five, stocky, healthy looking, so much more appealing than the rail-thin bleached blondes she occasionally indulged herself in when the long summer nights were more than she could bear to spend alone. No…this one…this one was more, a lot more.

  She carried her iced tea with her to the connecting patio at the back of the house, sitting down in the shade provided by the enclosure just in time to see Connie coming around the side of the house lugging the equipment from the van. The dark-haired beauty moved with the sureness of someone who had done the job countless times and had it down to a science. Not a single motion was wasted. It was an elegant, well-choreographed dance done with pride, and Joy found herself entranced by it and by the woman performing it.

  The summer heat, combined with the very different kind of heat she felt watching Connie, made Joy even thirstier than she had been before. She downed the rest of her iced tea and went to the kitchen for more, fixing another pitcher and refilling her glass. Then, with a smile, she got a glass from the cupboard and poured a drink for the woman outside. By the time she returned to the pool, Connie was hosing down the deck, nearly finished.

  “I thought you might be thirsty,” Joy said.

  Connie took the glass of tea with a smile. “Thanks, I appreciate it,” the pool cleaner said, taking a long sip. Joy watched the way the other woman’s lips lightly pressed against the rim of the glass as Joy drank from her own, barely able to keep her hands from trembling.

  “Ah,” Connie sighed.

  “Good?”

  “Mm-hmm. This weather is awful. A day like this…I just wanna sit in the shade with a cold beer.”

  “I have some, if you’d prefer,” Joy said.

  “Oh, no. The tea is fine.”

  Joy smiled crookedly. “Days like this I just like to sit by the pool, go for a swim, sit awhile more. You know?”

  “Yeah,” Connie said. “That’s a great way to beat this heat.”

  “You look like you could use a swim,” Joy said.

  “It does sound good,” Connie admitted.

  “Please…be my guest.”

  Connie met her gaze and held it. “I didn’t bring a bathing suit.”

  “You don’t need one,” Joy said, deliberately, not taking her eyes away for a second. “The yard is closed in. No one will see you.”

  “Just you.”

  “Just me.”

  Connie laughed. “You really want to see me naked?”

  “Very much,” Joy whispered. Their eyes were locked in a meaningful, deepening gaze and neither of them seemed willing to break the spell. The breeze carried the scent of freshly cut grass from next door. Birds twittered overhead. Then Connie seemed to reach a decision.

  Joy waited while Connie downed the rest of the iced tea, then took the empty glass that was handed back to her, her insides doing flips as Connie stepped back and, with just a moment of lingering uncertainty, kicked off a pair of dirty sneakers. Their eyes met again and Joy watched, her breathing shallow, as Connie slowly unzipped the one-piece brown uniform and let it fall away to reveal a muscular body. Joy’s sharp intake of breath encouraged more, and Connie smiled shyly, reaching around to unfasten the clasps of a simple white bra that soon joined the uniform on the deck of the pool. Joy licked her lips hungrily, taking in the sight of Connie’s plump breasts—supple globes capped by dark rings with small nipples, like pebbles, in the center. She nodded appreciatively, her gaze traveling down Connie’s belly to settle on the damp front of a pair of blue panties that nervous fingers were slowly rolling over nicely rounded hips. Joy let out a small whimper as she looked down at the dark bush of hair that covered Connie’s pussy. The woman was simply gorgeous, alluring and captivating. Her own pussy twitched excitedly at seeing this woman naked in front of her—wanting so much to have her mouth on that body, to run her hands over the curves of those breasts. The lopsided smile Connie returned told her that her chance to do those things wasn’t far off.

  Connie turned away from her, and Joy marveled in the shape of the other woman’s bottom as Connie tested the water of the pool before diving in. Joy took a seat in the wooden deck chair she used for sunbathing, setting the glasses down underneath it and leaning on her side to watch Connie swim the length of the pool. The woman was even more graceful in the water, lazily moving back and forth, giving her ample opportunities to see that backside…those legs. The round of a breast slowly broke through the surface of the water as Connie switched to a backstroke and Joy stole a glimpse of the other woman’s cunt, pink and ripe for the plucking.

  Joy moaned softly. The itch between her legs burned like wildfire. The tropical heat made her crazy with lust, and everything about the woman now frolicking in her pool fueled that need. Her hand wandered down her midriff, across he
r tummy, and over the swell of a mound now damp with her sticky want. She twisted the matted hair around her finger, tugging gently.

  Connie flipped over again and swam to the edge of the pool, resting folded arms on the concrete deck. “Aren’t you coming in?”

  “I was enjoying the view,” Joy said.

  Connie smiled bashfully. “The water’s great…feels wonderful.”

  Joy slowly rose from her deck chair, undoing the sash of her robe and letting it fall away as she walked toward the pool. She saw the flicker of desire in Connie’s eyes and smiled, liking the way it felt to have this delectable young woman ogling her forty-three-year-old body. She descended the concrete steps into the water.

  Flashing Connie an impish smile, Joy dived under the surface and swam the short distance that separated her from that gorgeous woman. She came out of the water with a splash and a gasp for air to stand so close to Connie their breasts where practically touching. The proximity of Connie’s wet, naked body sent the most delightful shiver down her back. Joy reveled in the delicious sensation for a long moment, staring deeply into the other woman’s eyes, seeing the hunger there. She brought her hand up from under the water and slid it over the round of Connie’s belly to cup a breast, hefting the considerable weight in her hands, using her thumb to stroke the nipple. The other woman’s flesh was soft, warm, yielding easily to her demands. Connie moaned softly under her touch, eyes glazing over with desire as Joy massaged the nipple to a stiff peak.

  “You’re right,” Joy said, “it does feel wonderful.”

  “Mm-hmm,” Connie murmured.

  Joy leaned forward and kissed that lush mouth, pushing Connie back against the wall of the pool. She quickly discovered the sweetness of the younger woman’s lips and devoured them as if starved, sucking on them greedily, savoring the taste. Connie’s tongue slid over hers, hot and wet. Joy needed her so much her legs felt weak. The kiss deepened further, their mouths opening wider and wider in blind acceptance. Hands moved over her waist with a sense of urgency, pulling her close until their bodies were arching and writhing against each other. The other woman’s touch set her skin ablaze, making her dizzy…crazed. She bent down and took one of Connie’s nipples between her lips, sucking it gently. The skin was sweet, salty, and, with a trace of chlorine from the pool water, utterly delicious. She flicked her tongue over the tip, teasing it, squeezing the supple flesh between her fingers as she did so. Connie groaned in exquisite torment, grinding wildly against her as Joy suckled first one breast then the other, using her mouth and hands to make sure each got the attention those glorious mounds deserved.

  The young woman straddled her thigh, humping against her in search of release. Joy slid a hand under Connie’s leg, lifting it slightly, pinning Connie to the wall of the pool and pressing her knee hard into the other woman’s cunt. Connie bucked against her, riding her, the water splashing around them as their bodies slammed together in a frenzy of passion.

  “Yes…yes,” Connie muttered. “Oh…God…chíngame… chíngame…”

  Joy slipped her hand under the water and cupped the other woman’s mound, squeezing the warm, silken flesh. Her young lover grunted softly into her ear, clinging to her, one leg now wrapped around her waist. Their lips met again, ferociously, and Joy laughed into the kiss as she stood there with a handful of cunt and Connie bouncing excitedly against her. She rubbed the other woman’s slit with the pads of two fingers, not going inside, just making small circles. Her touch was gentle at first…then she began rubbing more vigorously, pressing hard against the swollen netherlips until Connie began to arch toward her, begging for more…begging her to plunge into the hot depths of that needy quim. She teased the young woman a few moments longer, then thrust her fingers into Connie’s pussy. The velvet walls closed around her, drawing her deeper as she pumped her fingers in and out of the slick passage. Joy treated her lover to a series of long, deep thrusts, sliding fluidly into that wet cunt, building a steady rhythm, the tempo increasing…moving faster…faster…using three fingers now…like a machine, her hand a piston. Connie arched hard against her, mumbling wordlessly as her fingers became a blur under the water. Then she felt Connie’s body tense, felt the tightness around her fingers. Her lover cried out, head tossed back, eyes fluttering, body trembling, shuddering, sputtering out of control. Joy held the woman to her, fingers still inside but moving slower now. Her free hand came up to cup the back of Connie’s head and she drew that sweet mouth to hers once again, kissing the woman deeply…passionately… losing herself in the sweetness of those lips.

  It was Connie who turned them around, the kiss going unbroken as Joy’s new lover moved swiftly to pin her against the wall of the pool this time. She slid her hands over the other woman’s bottom, grasping those firm buttocks and squeezing. Her young lover moaned into the kiss and that moan became a whimper when she found the puckered opening of Connie’s anus and teased it with the tip of her finger.

  Joy felt herself being lifted up and hopped back to sit on the edge of the pool, legs dangling in the water. Her dark-haired lover nudged her thighs apart and was quickly nestled between them, drawing her into a fierce, hungry kiss that left her panting for breath. Joy cradled the other woman’s head in her arms, sighing quiet sighs as Connie’s mouth slowly moved from her lips to her breast to suckle a hardened nipple. The softness of the other woman’s touch made her ache with longing and she cried out, raking her fingers through that dark mane of hair, arching her back to push more of herself into her lover’s greedy mouth. Connie lavished her breasts with long strokes of that capable tongue, making her already stiff nipples painfully hard. She licked them…sucked them…nibbled them playfully…taking one and then the other in turn until she was fidgeting restlessly on the deck of the pool.

  Connie pulled back slightly to look at her, and when those gorgeous brown eyes met Joy’s, time seemed to stop. The two of them stared at one another, oblivious to the world around them. In that moment there was nothing else—nothing but their naked bodies and mutual hunger. Joy reached out and curled the hair around Connie’s ear, smoothing it back.

  “You’re beautiful,” Joy whispered.

  Connie seized her hand and lifted it to those sweet lips, lightly kissing the tip of each finger. “Let me have you now.”

  “Yes,” Joy sighed. “Yes….” She leaned back, resting on her palms. The sunshine beating down felt good against her face and she closed her eyes, basking in the warmth of the moment.

  Connie’s mouth was soon on her, sucking her cunt, that hot tongue flicking wildly across her slit. She lifted her hips to meet each manic stroke as Connie licked out her pussy with a vengeance. Her dark-haired lover was incredible, lapping hungrily at her juicy pink lips, bringing her to the brink of climax and letting her dangle there for long moments at a time before yanking her away at the last possible second. Each trip down that path was more excruciating than the one before it until, finally, Joy wanted to scream. Then she felt the touch of those soft lips against her clit, kissing the hard little nubbin, sucking it, lashing it with that wicked tongue. She uncoiled like a spring wound too tight, her ass lifting off the deck of the pool as the orgasm ripped through her body. The explosion in her mind flared white and she felt lightheaded. She was gasping for breath long after the last tremor had passed, heart pounding in her chest. The sensation was heavenly.

  Joy finally opened her eyes to find Connie wading toward the steps at the end of the pool. She struggled to breathe normally, watching Connie climb out of the water and saunter over to the lounge chair. She was entranced by the sway of the other woman’s hips, the shape of that lovely bottom.

  Her lover plopped down in the chair with a sigh, leaning back to dry off in the hot afternoon sun. Joy took another minute to compose herself, then went over and sat down near the foot of the lounge chair, running the tip of her finger down Connie’s leg.

  “Mmmm,” Connie purred.

  Joy continued with her lips where her finger had left off, pl
anting soft kisses across Connie’s thigh. The other woman’s legs opened to her invitingly and she pushed them wider still, Connie’s feet now firmly on the ground, giving her plenty of room. She licked the soft skin of Connie’s inner thigh and her lover sighed, undulating in the chair as Joy’s kisses moved closer to the searing heat of the dark-haired woman’s cunt. The scent of Connie’s arousal was thick in the air and Joy inhaled the intoxicating musk, letting it fill her being to capacity. She parted the lips of Connie’s pussy with her fingers and took in the sight of her lover’s need, hot and wet, throbbing for her touch…and so very, very beautiful.

  Joy dropped her head between Connie’s legs and lost herself in the tangy zest of her lover’s cunt, swirling her tongue between the puffy red folds to get at the bud of flesh that was Connie’s swollen clit. She circled the tiny bump with her tongue, pummeling it, flicking it wildly and feeling the other woman’s pulse quickening. Her lover moaned and writhed in the chair, grabbing the armrests for support as Joy sucked the little nub, harder and harder until Connie was coming again…coming hard and fast…covering her face in sweet delight. Joy slurped up every drop of honey, licking it from Connie’s mound…her thighs…refusing to let any of it go to waste. Satisfied that she’d got all of it, Joy rested her head on Connie’s tummy with a sigh of contentment.

  “I want to see you again,” Joy whispered.

  “I’d like that.”

  “When?”

  “I could stop by after work.”

  Joy dropped a kiss on Connie’s belly and smiled. “Yes—do that. But not too early. I have someone coming by to fix the air conditioning.”