Summer in the City - Sex Stories

Summer in the City

I met him in a bar, of all places. I had always claimed to be such a good girl, but I lost myself on that dance floor, enthralled by the lazy summer beats and the slumberous passion in his eyes. Four or five shots of jack will loosen the most reluctant of hips, and I was already feeling a growing need by the time he pulled my waist close against his and I no longer remembered to count. I don’t know how long we stayed entwined in the middle of that club. All around us, lights flashed, bodies moved and alcohol-fuelled lust flared and died as quickly as alcohol-fuelled tempers. In that ever changing sea of bodies, we remained constant – at least for a little while. As the night wore on, our dancing became less like discernible movement and more like foreplay. It’s funny how you can get away with certain movements in public when you’re vertical. It became a game to us as we each moved sweetly against the other, our hands barely restrained by an ever dimming sense of public propriety. Finally, he cracked. “Let me take you home,” he breathed in my ear. Stopping only long enough to be saluted by our respective groups of friends, we made for the exit, weaving in and out of swaying bodies as we went. The humid air slammed into us the moment we stepped outside, an oppressive heat that sapped the energy. Not that we were in any hurry. We’d hardly gone a block before I found myself with my back against a wall, his hands in my hair and our tongues entwined. Lost in each other, the rain ...

... caught us by surprise. The humid, sticky city had finally cracked and the deluge quickly soaked through summer weight clothes, plastering them to skin within moments. I’m not sure which one of us recovered first and pulled the other to the nearest doorway to shelter, but by the time we got there, we were giggling like mad. We stood, huddled in the narrow doorway, still laughing, listening to the sounds of the rain and trying futilely to push wet hair out of our eyes. A car hissed past, its headlights cutting across the doorway for a moment, my white dress showing in stark relief against the black door. For an instant, I saw us as the driver might have. Two lovers waiting out the rain, huddled close. It brought back to me how near his body was to mine. The moist velvet air caught my breath right before his mouth caught mine. I felt like I was drowning in wet erotic heat as his lips skimmed over mine, teasing… testing. Breaking the kiss for a moment, he stared into my eyes from inches away. I saw dark passion and lust before I pulled at the back of his neck, impatient for more. That was all the encouragement he needed as he pushed me back against the door and claimed my mouth once more. Drips from our hair trailed down our faces, making the kiss deliciously slippery. Later, he was the only blanket I needed. The soft neon glow of street-lamps illuminated the path of wet, strewn clothes to where he moved over me, inside me, skin as slick as the streets were after the summer storm. ...