The heat enveloped him like a heavy, wet blanket. You could see the waves of heat rolling up from the asphalt. Two steps from the door and his shirt was stuck to him. Why does it have to be so fuckin’ hot?
He continued to his garage, certain that the eggs he ate for breakfast could have been cooked on the driveway. With the power out there was no air conditioning in the house or the studio. Jon decided to go for a drive; at least in the car he could be cool. He backed the beamer out of its spot and cranked the AC. By the time he got to the gate the air in the car had started to cool and he was feeling a bit less cranky.
He coasted down the road, glancing out at the river every so often, slowing around the curves enough so that all four wheels stayed in contact with the road. As he rounded the last bend before reaching the intersection he rolled to a stop, put the car in reverse and backed up. There was a car on the side of the road, hood up, body bent over the engine. He glanced at the ass that came into view and smiled; the denim covered ass flowed into long shapely legs and ended in a pair of flip flops.
Jon pulled the car to the side of the road and sucked in his breath when the heat slapped him as he got out of the car. “Need some help?” He heard the rap of head meeting metal and a muttered “god dammit” and chuckled. He approached the car and a pair of frustrated gold eyes met his. “Damn piece of shit car. Just had her fixed too.”
Jon looked over the car and whistled. The silver blue corvette stingray was in mint condition, or at least the body was. So was the one bent over the engine. “Nice ride. What seems to be the problem?”
Glenna raked her eyes over her “rescuer”; a tight blue sleeveless t-shirt was tucked into faded blue jeans that hugged his ass and ended in a pair of worn sneakers. Not bad, nice body, hard to tell about the eyes with the sunglasses on though. “Thanks. Only bring her out in the summer, but her timing seems to be off today.”
Glenna wiped her hands on her bandana, “would you mind trying to start her?”
Jon grinned, “would be my pleasure.”
He got in and the heat was almost unbearable. Sweat beaded at his forehead and slid down the side of his face as he cranked down the window, hoping for a breath of air. He turned the key and pumped the accelerator.
Click, click, click.
Glenna banged on the starter with her wrench, “try it again!” He turned the key and this time the car roared to life. Slamming the hood Glenna grinned and headed to the driver’s side of the car, “thanks so much. Can I interest you in a cold drink?”
Jon looked at her through the open window, the golden red strands of her hair that had come loose from her ponytail were stuck to her cheek and there was a smudge of grease competing with the freckles dusting her nose. “A cold drink sounds great. He took his sunglasses off, “where are we going?”
Glenna smiled, “how about my place?”
Jon watched as Glenna executed a perfect three-point turn and then he followed her back the way he had just come, winding their way back along the river. They made the turn off into her driveway through a stand of trees and Jon hoped the shade meant cooler air. Glenna stopped in front of an impressive A-frame log cabin and Jon’s hope for shade was forgotten as he rolled to a stop; Glenna was bent over getting something from behind the front seat, her ass and legs on display, again.
He sat in the car and watched as she found whatever it was she had been looking for and straightened from the car. She slammed the door and looked over at him, “you coming rock star or are you just going to sit in the hot car all day?”
He shook his head and exited his car, feeling the heat from the driveway through the soles of his sneakers. “You know who I am?”
Glenna turned, the smile in her golden eyes matching the one on her lips, “You’re kidding right? Everyone between the ages of 2 and 102 this side of the moon knows who you are.” She stuck her hand out, “I’m Glenna.”
Jon looked at her hand, there was grease on it from the car, but he took it anyway, “nice to meet you.”
Jon followed her into the house. He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand and watched Glenna walk ahead of him. Did she just, no, she couldn’t have. The heat must have him hallucinating; she did not wiggle her ass at him, did she? He shook his head slightly and tried to focus on anything but that. He looked around as they walked through to the kitchen, big open rooms, furniture that looked like it could swallow a body whole. It looked, homey he thought, and welcoming. Hearing the chink of ice hitting glass Jon wandered into the kitchen and stopped dead at the sight before him.
Glenna’s eyes were closed and her head was thrown back. She had an ice cube in her hand and was tracing a trail from her lips down her neck and into the top of her tank top. Jon’s eyes followed the trail her hand was making, trying not to groan as he picked up his glass of lemonade. With great effort he pulled his eyes from her and turned his attention to the wall of windows and the expanse of back yard that was spread out before him.
The in-ground pool dominated the well landscaped yard and had Jon turning back to his hostess. She had just dropped the cube into the sink when he turned back around, “I can’t remember when we had a summer this hot.”
Jon sipped his drink, “hottest I can remember. Do you suppose its any cooler out back?”
Glenna eyed Jon, she knew what he was after and, actually, she didn’t mind. “Come on, let’s find out.” She led them through the sliding glass door and out onto an expanse of deck that was mostly in the shade. There was still no relief from the heat. They drained their glasses and with a snick of glass on glass set them on the table.
Jon looked around, “it’s fantastic out here.”
Glenna surveyed her domain, “thanks. I’m proud to say that I did it all myself.” She stood before he could say anything, “I’m going for a swim, care to join me?”
Before he could answer she dropped her shorts to the deck and peeled off her tank top. He heard the splash before he realized what she was doing. He looked to her pile of clothes and then out to the pool. She had resurfaced at the other end “well, what’re you waiting for? The water feels great!”
Jon smirked, “I don’t have a suit.”
Glenna waved him off, “neither do I. Come on in, cool off a bit.”
Jon toed off his sneakers and stood. He watched her as he peeled the sweaty shirt from his body and dropped his jeans. Glenna fought the urge to let her eyes roam his body and held his gaze as he dove into the pool.
The water felt blessedly cool on his overheated skin. He slid through the water effortlessly, surfacing at the other end next to Glenna. She smiled as he shook his head, drops of water flying everywhere. “Feel better?” His eyes roamed her up and down; even through the water he could tell there was not a tan line anywhere on her golden skin. His dick appreciated that fact. He turned slightly, trying to hide his rather obvious problem. “Much; thanks.”
They treaded water for a few minutes, the silence looming between them. “So tell me Glenna, how is it you have nary a tan line anywhere?” She floated closer to him, feeling the heat that was still radiating off of him.
“I’m sure you could guess but I’ll tell you anyway. I sunbathe nude.”
Jon looked around; it was secluded here in the yard, no one on either side to bother her. He trailed his fingers up her arm, “ever do anything else outside naked?”
She smiled and laid her head against the side of the pool, her legs stretched out in front of her, her breasts just barely covered by the water, “like what?”
His eyes perused her up and down. Her hair was slicked back off her pretty, unpainted face and her full lips were curled into a slight smile. The length of her stretched out before him all golden and curvy. Her nipples hardened and poked out of the water as his gaze roamed over her. His eyes widened at the navel piercing and tattoo and he nearly groaned at the lack of hair at her center before his gaze traveled down her legs, stopping at the mocha tipped toes peeking out of the water. He dragged his eyes back up her body and met her gaze, “water your flowers, plant seeds?”
Glenna righted herself and floated over Jon. She was so close she could feel his chest hair against her skin. Trailing a hand up his arm she traced the superman tattoo slowly before grazing his cheek with her mouth. “Never tried either of those. I do have something I need filled in though. Maybe you could help me.”
Jon swallowed, “I’ll help you with anything you want darlin’.”
Jon slid his arms around her waist and pulled her flush against him, pressing his lips to hers. Glenna wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held on as the soft coolness of his lips gave way to the heat and wetness of his tongue.
In between heated kisses they managed to work their way to the shallow end. Jon pressed Glenna up against the side of the pool and he gazed down at her. The pretty flush on her cheeks had her freckles standing out and her already full lips appeared more so after their hungry kisses. He pressed a kiss to her forehead as he caressed her cheek, “you sure about this?”
She brought her hands up through the water and across his hard abs and up across his pecs before rubbing her thumbs across his nipples, “never more sure of anything” she breathed out before pressing her mouth against his adam’s apple.
Jon slid his hands back to her waist and lifted her out of the water, setting her on the edge of the pool. He moved to stand between her legs and kissed her chest and neck. Glenna leaned back on her hands as he moved to take a nipple between his lips. She moaned at the sweet ache he brought to her as he sucked gently, then harder. He repeated the motion on its twin and Glenna nearly came right then.
He tried to work his way lower but the height wasn’t right. He urged her to lie back on the grass just off the concrete edge of the pool. She moved and watched as Jon came up the steps and out of the pool. Like Adonis rising out of the ocean, he was all bronze and wet, the drops of water sliding down his hard body creating a pool at his feet.
He approached her slowly, dropping to his knees in the grass and crawling his way over to her. Starting at her feet he kissed her instep, dragging his tongue up and around her ankle, pressing light kisses up her calf to the back of her knees. He looked up at her face, her eyes were closed against the storm that was raging in her and hair had come loose from the ponytail and the wet strands were trailing over her shoulders. Her hands were fisted in the grass on either side of her, braced for what was coming. He smiled to himself and dropped his mouth to her inner thighs.
Glenna thought she was dying. Had to be, no one could survive this sweet torture. His mouth seemed to be everywhere and nowhere. She whined when she felt his tongue slide up the crease of her thigh and up across her abdomen. She opened her eyes when she felt him pull his mouth from her skin. Looking down at him he was studying her tattoo. He looked up and met her eyes, “nice ink baby.”
She tried to smile, “thanks, just had it done last week.”
He traced it with his tongue, and worked his way lower again, smiling against her where there was no hair, sliding his tongue down to wrap around her clit, tugging slightly, reveling in her cries of pleasure.
Jon’s name and a mantra of “please God please” were the only semi-coherent words Glenna could manage. Her hands tangled in the dark head that was between her legs and she tried to urge him up. He lifted his head, “open your eyes baby.” She forced her eyes open to find his blue gaze trained on her, “what do you need baby?”
She licked her lips, “you Jon, I need you, NOW!” He dragged his tongue over her, taking one final taste before drilling the tip of his tongue onto her clit and up over her abdomen before rising over her and sliding into her. Her groan of satisfaction mingled with his as he filled her to the hilt.
The sweat dripped off of him as he moved, Glenna didn’t care. She met him thrust for thrust, her own body slick with sweat from the heat of the day, the heat of the man above her. She reached her hands up and cupped his face, pulling him down for a kiss. She could taste herself mixed with his own flavor and it only heightened her excitement. He pulled his mouth from hers and lowered his head to her breasts, taking a nipple and sucking hard. She was almost there; she could feel it, so could he.
Jon grasped her hand and brought it between their bodies. He slowed his movements and leaned back so he could see. He kept moving slowly as she touched herself and as she drew closer to release he moved faster. She moved her hand and he pounded into her, groaning out her name as he spilled inside of her, faintly hearing her own scream of release as she shuddered around him.
For long moments, he lay there on top of her, their overheated bodies limp on the grass. As he softened and slid away from her he rolled off of her, dragging her close. When he opened his eyes he found her gold ones smiling at him. “What’re you smiling at?”
Glenna propped herself up on her elbow, “you really like my ink?”
He laughed, “I do. When last week did you get it?”
She glanced down at the intertwined JGB on her lower abs, “while you were in Philly. When does Richie get back?” This was his house and pool they were currently catching their breath by.
Jon tugged her on top of him, “why? You have some other fantasy you want to live out?”
She kissed him lightly before rolling them closer to the pool’s edge, “I just might baby, I just might” she managed to get out before he rolled them into the water.
