Neighborly

On the only day off I have this week, after a 3 week marathon, it was the hottest day of the year, record heat, so they say. It's so hot that the asphalt is melting. Its so hot my air conditioner broke mid stream leaving me with stagnant city sweaty heat.
I sat in the window of my apartment, where the wind collects enough to brush your skin as a reminder, praying, hoping, wishing for more cool winds. My skirt has become part of my hips and thighs. My tank top has withered into sloppy pools of sweat with crinkle lines. I would move but moving requires effort, effort sounds like work right now.

My studio feels smaller. The heat is making my apartment feel more like a closet each passing minute. I can see and hear the traffic outside my window closing in on my already shrinking awarness. A knock at my door breaks the tormenting heat and pools of sweat I'm currently sit in. It takes sheer will to peel myself from me seat. I barely asked for a name, so I thought. I simply opened the door to find my very handsome neighbor. He looks just as hot and miserable as I do.

Me- "What's up"?
Neighbor- "is your refrigerator working"?

I thought he was going to insert a lame ass joke. I paused for a moment looking at him with all the sarcasm of a teenager, then he replied.

N- "I know how that sounds. I have a lot of ice I want to keep and my fridge just broke. May I store my ice in your box"?

So innocent the asking yet, my mind drove off the deep end of the shallow pool to places only heat stroke can take you.

M- "Sure! Only if I can have a pint of ice, I feel like I'm running through Hell".

He chuckled with a snort. It was cute. I opened the door wider to let him in. He was wearing flip-flops, beach type shorts and a tank which clung to his photoshoped body. His skin looked like melting warm cinnamon and he smelled like fresh laundry when he walked by me towards my freezer.

N- "Don't you live by yourself"?
M- "Yeah. This is temporary. Do you have roommates"?

Right then, I realized I had never spoken to him outside the polite hello and goodbye in the halls of this old ass building from the 20's. As he explained his living situation my mind wandered to his full lips. Watching him form words with those lips made my head get a bit light. I must have looked a bit dazed because his face changed a little. I heard him say something but the message wasnt clear so I asked him to repeat.

N- "Have you had any water today?"
M- "Yes! I have, had some water. I'm really hot. My clothes are sticking to my body. My mouth is dry and I keep drinking. I'm dehydrated for sure(chuckles)."
N- "I'll make us both some water with the ice I brought. Um...there's more ice, in my freezer. May I bring it over as well"?
M- " Sure, why not".

Before he made his way back to his apartment, he made us both a glass of water. I took my cold glass and placed it on my neck. It was chilling cold. Biting cold. Refreshingly cold. Without meaning to, I closed my eyes in pure happiness that my skin wasnt on fire, at least in one area. I reveled in the sweet shock of the cold glass touching my wet skin. I even let out a sound of relief when the glass first embraced my cheek. In that moment, I was on another planet.
My neighbor hadn't left. He stood there biting his bottom lip watching me enjoy my ice cold drink. I closed my eyes for mere seconds, enjoying the cold and the heat, feeling something in the air a bit off. When I opened my eyes again I saw him enjoying with me. We both smiled nervously.

N- "I'll be back with some more ice"
M- "Okay".

With a flirtatious grin he was off to his place to collect more ice for my box. I stood there motionless with my beverage. I felt myself swaying. I began to dance with my glass of ice cold water. The slight change in temperature cured my heat exhaustion for mere moments. I began to drift.

The unbareable heat took its toll on my decision making process. I caved when my neighbor walked through the door. I immediately wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him longingly. His sweat poured from his brow to the crest of his eyelid which landed on my cheek. His lips taste like sweat and spice, probably from whatever he ate earlier. My hands, placed on his muscular chest, couldn't stop fondling his pecs. So strong. With one hand on my face and the other clinging to the back of my head, I was lost in his spell I casted and backfired in the best way.
He picked me up and sat me in his lap, mid air, walked over to the moss colored chair that was given to me by my cousin who had an "All Must Go" sale the year before. Has served me well but not this well. In front of the third story window, on my mossy green chair, dripping in sweat and locked in embrace with my neighbor I just made the acquaintance a few moments before, now displaying unspeakable acts for the world to see...well maybe just my block.

In mid lip lock, my neighbor stops his wild embrace to pick me up and turn me around with my back facing him and my booty firmly onto his lap. He grabbed my ponytail to pull me against his body and proceeded to nibble on my neck then kiss my sweaty skin. I hadn't been accosted like that since this one off in Tulsa, of all places.
Control was an illusion, to say the least, and my body responded to his whims effortlessly. My neighbor growled every time he smelled my hair and became animalistic gyrating underneath me, staring me down like prey.

"Let me look at you", says my neighbor. He stops what he's doing, peels my shirt from my body, runs his hand over my stomach then exclaims, " My God, you are beautiful". While he's admiring my "beauty", I noticed he has taken my bra off effortlessly, Houdini like. And, before I knew it, his hands slid over my breasts while he engorged himself on the view. The way my neighbors eyes scanned me was a thing of beauty to behold. It was, as if, he wanted to remember every inch of the gift he was about to receive.

The way my neighbor surgically fondled and carressed my everything, took me to a place I had never been. Soaring over the Himalayans into burning rainbows that sparkled when you collided with its colors. I was captivated. He drew his hands along my chin and cheeks crowning the back of my head with his meaty paws for hands, giving me the deepest kiss I have had to date. My eyes, I thought, would never open again. His lips were soft like clouds. He smelled of heat and man. He tasted like "Dear God", breaking all my rules in one kiss.
The heat in the room grew more intense but the open window we sat next to provided a bit of wind that cured some of our previous complaints into welcomed delights. His face in my breast, his pants rising underneath me, his grip on my ass tightens...I can't breathe. Making out like some 50's kids with no backseat to claim, my neighbor and I fondled, nibbled and grouped the best bits of one another for what seemed like and eternity.