The hottest day in decades. The temperatures were breaking all the records for the past forty years and my flesh felt every single one of them explode, as tiny droplets of moisture crawling every inch of me. Of course, as it happens every morning, my desire to steal a few more moments of sleep won over the preparedness of listening to the early weather report. I had paid for it throughout the day. The day had definitely started out more promising as I paused in front of the dressing mirror for one final check.

Emerald eyes flecked with warm sparks of amber stared back at me, as they hurriedly glanced over my form. Chocolate hued tendrils pulled back at the nape of my neck with a loose ribbon, tight enough to keep me from worrying about every escaped tendril throughout my work day, but still loose enough to leave a sensual cascade down my back. Already, a few soft tendrils had escaped their restraints and framed my face delicately. Cheeks naturally flushed atop porcelain skin left very little need for makeup. There was only a dusting of smokey shadow to almond shaped eyes and a deep red gloss covering perfectly shaped lips that always appeared just a touch swollen, as if they had just escaped a backseat teenage makeout session.

A full grin spread to my lips as I remembered those days, my eyes travelling down to the impeccable fit of the charcoal grey suit, casual as far as suits go. The fitted blazer buttoned snugly at the waist with a slightest flair adding even more fullness to the hips confined within the straight skirt. The hem rested perfectly at mid thigh. It was low enough to hide the lace top of the thigh high stockings beneath, and high enough to accentuate the well toned calves and provide a hint of the matching thighs.

Slipping first one heel on and then the next, the four inch heel necessary on my petite 5'3" frame. The only splashes of color were a sliver of brick red on the sole of the heels, the red hair ribbon and a figure hugging red top beneath the jacket. Grabbing my keys and bag I slipped out of the door. With the turn of the key, I started the brisk walk to catch the subway. Trying to drive anything in the city was a waste of time and money. I usually welcomed the twenty minute ride to mentally prepare for the day ahead. Today was a different story.

On the short walk, I realized I still clutched the delicate hoop earrings inside the palm of my hand. They were in their place atop my earlobes as I reached the top of the escalator. The train would be pulling in any moment. Reaching the bottom, I only had a few paces to travel through the turnstyle and reach the platform. Judging from the swarms of people waiting, I could only hope for an empty train. A huge gust of air arrived with the train sending several silken strands of hair across my face. Reaching up with one expertly sculpted fingernail and sweeping them back to thier proper place. I moved forward as if part of a trained herd of cattle being packed into transport.

A quick glance revealed every seat filled. I resigned myself to the sardine packed stand and ride. I grabbed a hold of the pole just in time for the lurching depart and inwardly groaned as the belly of the man behind me pressed snugly against my lower back. Not even an apology muttered. The blush heated my cheeks as I noticed he didn't retreat back. With the next stop I stepped away a few inches turning to the side. My stop was next and I slipped into the sardine packed group about to exit. Just as one heel hit the platform, I felt fingertips curl under my ass cheek and one very large palm press in grabbing a handful of ample assflesh.

The yelp escaping my throat was muffled as every passenger exiting hurried by. I whirled around; however, it was useless. Finding the cheap thrill seeker was futile. Maybe it was time to cave and get a car after all. Of course, I would just be stressed from the commute and expense instead of the free mauling I had just been gifted. By the time I made it the few short blocks to the office, I was wound tight and it was obviously written all over my face. All the receptionist could do as I passed by, was lower her gaze and pretend I wasn't within hearing distance.

My first encounter with solitude was the elevator ride up to the 15th floor. Enough time for a few deep breaths to clear some stress. I began what felt like a mile long walk down the hall to my office. Along the way the cubicles full of support staff seemed more like landmines waiting to explode if I even looked in their direction. The one direction I did dare to look was two offices before my own. The glass walls, while frosted, still confirmed that he was in the office. Even as I breezed by, he didn't glance up from his work. This had gone on for over a month now. This wasn't like Dave and it was definitely starting to bother me.

As I closed my office door and peeled off my jacket, I couldn't help wondering why Dave was acting so differently towards me. We had worked together for years. At least once a week, we would grab a few drinks at Sid's Pub around the corner but the last time I popped my head into his office he nearly snapped it off with a curt dismissal. I had heard some others say he had recently broken up with his most recent girlfriend. Normally, this is something we would have shared with each other. I just assumed that he was being distant due to the break up.

Whatever the reason, now wasn't the time to analyze it to death. I had a pile of work to get through and a meeting after lunch that promised to devour my whole afternoon. By the time five o'clock rolled around, I was ready to end the day but dreading the sweatbox ride home again. At lunch, the temperature had already climbed another 20 degrees. With the humidity, it felt like a hundred. I can only imagine how it felt now. I definitely hoped ass bandit took a different train home in the evening. Clearing my desk, picking up my jacket and shutting the office door behind me, I planned a quick getaway down the hall only to hear what I thought was Dave's voice.

Now the heat was really getting to me. I am hearing voices. Next, I will be envisioning tall glasses of peach margaritas with neon umbrellas floating in them. But no, there it was again. I had only just passed his door so I retreated until I was just inside his door. "Yeah Dave?" His voice was still restrained but I thought I caught a bit of the warmth it usually had as he spoke. "I was wondering if you were up for a bite to eat." I was surprised but wasn't going to let it show. Maybe he was ready to start going out again. "Sure, that would be great", I replied. He was quick to reply, almost short even. "Good, I still have about an hours work here, I will swing by your place about seven." His gaze already starting to lower, I stammered out a quick "See you then".

The humidity hit like a ton of bricks as I exited the building. The ride home was a blur. It was hard to focus on anything except each article of clothing sticking to every inch of glistening flesh that was covered. After escaping the train, I found myself walking faster just for the slight breeze it provided. If it weren't for the heels, I would have taken the steps by two to get inside and let the air conditioner chase every wicked bead of moisture off my undeserving flesh. "DAMNNN!" No reprieve of cool air. That only happens when someone remembers to turn on the air conditioner before leaving for work. Could the day get any worse?

I flung the door shut and nearly sprinted across the room and flicked on the a/c. It would take a good hour before the place was perfect. I couldn't wait that long. Slipping out of my jacket and tossing it as well as my bag to the couch, I made my way to the kitchen. Reaching behind to the small of my back I pulled down the zipper freeing my hips from the confines of my skirt. I paused only to step out, pick it up and drape it over the back of the bar stool in the kitchen. I am sure I appeared a sight as I searched the cupboard for a glass in nothing but heels, stockings up to my thighs and black lace panties. The top was the next to go.After peeling it away from my chest, I made every attempt to toss it atop the skirt and failed miserably.

I pressed my glass to the icemaker, pulling it away only after five or six had landed in the glass. After filling the glass with water and gulping down half of it in a flat second, I finally was able to breathe. Holding the glass against my chest and letting the condensation cool me down I glanced down at the pretty matching bra and panties that had been last weeks treat to myself. The panties were a perfect fit. Remembering how the lace panties allowed just the perfect amount of ass cheek to tauntingly peek out from beneath. Too bad there was no one to see it. The bra equally decadent with its lace cups and silken red ribbon woven in and out of the lace. The full D cup was barely enough to contain my breasts and as I gazed down at them now I couldn't help lusting after them a bit myself.

Grasping a cube from the glass and placing it to first one breast, then the other. The ice melting instantly sending puddles down the valley. Placing the glass to the counter and reaching around unclasping my bra as my other fingers struggle to hold onto the melting cube. The clasp freed and a slight shrug of my shoulders rids my breasts of their annoying bindings. Lowering the cube of ice to a pert nipple watching it scream its way to attention under the merciless frigidty. The rivers of water flowing down my breasts...some falling to the floor below...others slithering down my belly soaking the front of my panties. Achingly each nipple thrusts out,flushed now with desire rather than heat. Nothing left of the first piece of ice, I grab anotherand lower my fingertips to the top of the lace.

My back arches instantly against the counter as the cube follows my fingers inside the hot confines. A slender fingertip spreading swollen cunt lips, while another presses the cube inside the waiting fire. The scorching walls of my cunt sending a flood of water right back out, soaking my panties completely as droplets trickle down my inner thighs. The rush of chill entering deeply steals the air from my lungs and a gasp of pleasure fills the room. My head falls back as I fuck my cunt with first one cube and then another. A dripping mess from the waist down and wound tighter than I thought possible, I made my way to the bedroom, sliding out of the panties and kickiing them aside. There was something I was supposed to be remembering but all I seemed to be able to focus on was the nightstand next to the bed.

More importantly, what was in the drawer of the nightstand. I leaned over the bed, the ribbon falling from my hair as I did. The cascades of chocolate tendrils shielding my face from view as I yanked open the drawer and retrieved what would have to do for now. There was no time to shed the heels and stockings as I fell to my back on the bed, closed my eyes and plunged the fake cock deep into my begging cunt. This was not the time for teasing or coaxing. I needed fucked and fucked hard. My hips rising to take the eight inch vibrator as deeply as it could. It still wasn't enough.

The tip of my finger flicked on the vibration and the cock started dancing inside of my pulsing walls. The sounds of each slick stroke filling my room and how little I cared about how slutty I looked, sounded or felt. Who would know anyhow? My free hand reached up pinching each nipple as the cock danced over my clit before diving back into its snug lil cave. I knew I could cum in two seconds flat but still I rode on from beneath my driving hand. Retreating and tossing the still jumping cock aside, I reached for the clamps knowing they would have been in the drawer as well.

Each clip biting down on my nipples, ripe for the taking but still tender to the touch. My yelps broke through the silence of the room unashamedly. The chain was short between the two but enough sway that any movement would torment me just enough. I turned to all fours, thrusting my ass high into the air, one palm pressing to the matress and the other frantically searching for that eager cock. Grasping it, and teasingly rubbing it against my clit. I can feel my hips already thrusting, begging for more. Easing the cock in slowly, letting the tightening walls of my cunt rape it until I just lose control and plunge it deep, holding it deeply letting the sweet juices coat my hand as they already stream.

My body taking control of its needs at this point as each beast like thrust sends the chain on the clamps to a punishing dance through the air. Ample breasts swaying with first one thrust then another, I can feel my clit hard as a rock as it pulses out its begging request to cum. Every inch of my body quivering from exhaustion, need and ultimately release as my fingertip curves around the chain of the clamps. The strokes deep, hard and full of intent as the first spasms of release take over my body. The chain tugged. The clamps snapped away as the blood rushes back to each nipple engorging them in a new round of pleasure.

The moans barely recognizeable as my own, the thrusting stills, cock impaled deep within my dripping cunt. The moans take on low animalistic growls as the final waves of release subside, eyes closed relishing every last wave. My body tensing instantly, fear taking over, eyes unable to open as I feel hands lifting my hair to the nape of my neck, a silken ribbon against my flesh. Only as I feel it tied does scent filling the room become familiar, the blush to my cheeks turning crimson as I feel a warm breath to my ear. "Is this your way of saying you would rather eat in tonight?"

Knowing I couldn't keep them closed forever, I turned and whispered, "Are you kidding? I am starving." He chuckled and surprising I did as well. Sputtering a bit as I slid from the bed, "By the way, how did you get in here?" The smirk was obvious as he answered, " You must have been in a hurry for some reason, the door wasn't locked, I knocked a few times and then tried the knob." Some of my shyness returned as I peeked up to hold his gaze. "Just how long were you there?" He paused then leaned over with a brush of his lips to my ear before whispering, "Long enough to know that I want a repeat performance."

The End