Wednesday, June 27, 2007

One Steamy Summer Night

The heat does funny things to people. Especially this kind of thick, oppressive, city heat. Walking out of an air conditioned room, the feeling of stepping into a warm soup is unmistakable...the first instant of thick, humid air filling your lungs is a shock to your system.

But that kind of heat makes people slow down and think, too. And so there we sat on a fourth story deck, private enough to be in our underwear, but public enough to hear all of the sounds of the living, breathing, gasping city. The nighttime view was spectacular, lights twinkling a little bit through the thick air, the hum of air conditioners softening the noise of the traffic. Beer tastes better, and fights off the sweat better when it comes from an icy bucket. The water dripping off of the bottle and onto my chest was shocking and refreshing at the same time.

We talked about everything, like we sometimes do. Real stuff...politics and world events. Serious stuff...families and children and marriage. Goofy stuff...shoes and celebrities and hair and pretty dresses. I know what you are going to say almost before you say it, but I still like to hear it come from you. I like to hear your voice, and listen to you talk. I just like being around you, away from any of the other distractions of life, alone in the bond that is just between us, and no one else.

Time stands still in moments like this, just you and I, alone with ourselves and our thoughts. You already know how much I love you, but I still wish I could say it better than I can. I need new words. But the time goes fast, too...how can six hours disappear that quickly? The sun was still up when we sat down, but is now long gone until tomorrow. Moments like that should never end, but eventually they do, hopefully to be followed by more moments like it.

The sex is hot, and sweaty and urgent but not rushed. A well-designed symphony of mouths and hands and bodies. The occasional breeze is a welcome addition, and reminds us of the excitement of being outside. We know by now that no one can see us, but it still feels just a little bit wrong, and a little bit dirty. When we are done, lying there searching for a usable breath, soaked in our own and each others' sweat, I am at peace. Totally and completely content.

Going back inside, the cold air on wet, sweaty skin is startling and relieves us both immediately of the heat from outside. Its late, and I am tired, and so are you. The sheets are cool and by now your warm body feels good next to mine. The sleep will be peaceful, we will both wake up once together. This time the sex is sweet and warm and comforting. The orgasm is longer and softer and makes we wish it will never stop. We fall back asleep together, too.

Outside it's hot, and outside it's scary. But in here it is cool and perfect. And in here, there is you. And nothing bad can happen to me as long as I have you.

9 comments:

e.b. said...

that was hot but also very well written and totally sweet. glad you could find a nice time despite the oppressive heat

Accidentally Me said...

e.b. - I aim to please! I was feeling moderatly poetic this morning...

ella w. said...

Yes, much more poetic than your usual "Penthouse Forum' posts. :)

Accidentally Me said...

Ella - Yea, but I kinda like those ones, too:-) I get to say dirty works like "fuck" and "cum" and "blow jobs"

2xA+r0n said...

You picked a fine time to let the boy read your blog.

Now he's gonna know about you and the sweaty pool boy sex you've been havin!

brandy said...

And all I've noticed is that the heat makes my ice cream melt faster. Seriously. I need to go on a date. Today. (Seriously though, I really loved this. Well written!!)

Accidentally Me said...

Brandy - That just means that you have to eat the ice cream faster!!! I am willing to rent The Boy out for a reasonable hourly rate for dates;-) He is very charming!

brookem said...

i enjoyed this one lots! man was it hot last week.

Lisa said...

that was poetic.. sounds like a great boy