Hot weather makes me horny.
This evening it's sweltering. I get in the car and drive with all the windows down, to Home Despot. I love walking around hardware stores with high heels -- one time I actually made a stockboy knock over a whole stack of boxes when I clicked past in my knee-high stiletto boots, heh.
Tonight I'm wearing a flowery dress, little white sandals and no panties. I'm slick from the heat and my dress clings to me until the air-con hits and gives me goosebumps and makes my nipples stand at attention.
I smile as I walk slowly down the aisles, swinging my purse and my hips, and find myself in front of the children's paddling pools. I survey them with pursed lips and before I've even had a chance to touch anything, a smiling salesman with a ponytail and goatee offers his assistance. I tell him I'm looking for something small enough to fit on my deck, but large enough to completely cool off in. I fan myself and smile, and he swallows and grins back.
"Are you looking for an inflatable model, or a.. uh... rigid one, Ma'am?"
"Hm. The rigid ones are really nice," I stroke the edge of the one nearest me, "but I think I might have more fun with the blow-up kind." I smile. "I remember bouncing on the edges as a kid."
He's checking out my ass as I stand on tiptoe to peer at the boxes of inflatables on the top shelf.
"What size would you recommend for me?" I ask, looking at him over my shoulder, arms outstretched as I gesture at the rows of brightly coloured boxes above me.
"Well, uh.. I think you'd probably find our medium deluxe will fit best for what you want," he's grinning from ear to ear and reaches up behind me to point to one just above my right shoulder.
"What's the difference between the deluxe and the regular?" I'm talking practically into his ear over my shoulder, can smell his skin and a light musk scent of aftershave, mmm...
"The deluxe is slightly longer and has wider edges, but should still fit comfortably in a tight space," he's talking into my neck now, his lips brushing my hairline and I can feel his hips press my ass. I tense my muscles and bounce a little off his hard on.
"Fine, I'll go with your recommendation, then. Will you help me reach it?"
"With pleasure, Ma'am," and he presses me against the shelves, both arms above mine with his belly against the small of my back and his erection grinding my ass crack.
We stay like this for a few moments, enjoying the heat between us, and then he reaches down the box and releases me. I turn and smile and he walks towards the checkout with my box. I'm enjoying checking out HIS ass in his tight, tan pants.
******
Later that evening, immersed naked in my inflatable pool on my tenth-floor apartment deck, I listen to traffic sounds below and splash contentedly. My hands stray to my deliciously cool pussy and my fingers find the hot button and linger there awhile... I'm thinking again about the hardness of his cock against my ass and how good it felt when his strong hands gripped my wrists and pinned me to the shelving for those few sweaty moments.
I finish off for the fourth time that evening with a moan, and glance towards the pool-box, beside me on the deck. His phone number is written with green marker on the top flap and I can make out the writing in the dim light of my patio lanterns. I smile and reach for the phone.
"Hi," I say when I hear his low voice on the other end, "it's me. Would you like to come over for a dip in my new pool?"
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