The heat was oppressive.  It was sweltering, overwhelming.  It was nearly midnight and she had yet to cool off enough to sleep.  The windows were wide open.  The ceiling fan was turned to high speed.  She had placed a pan of ice cubes in front of the box fan but still the heat moved insidiously into her bedroom.   

She was flopped in a chair, breathing hot, dry air with each breath she took.  Her lips were parched and her eyes burned as she tried to move out of misery to some level of comfort.  She picked up her glass of Long Island Iced Tea and rolled the wet film of condensation slowly across her forehead before taking a long slow sip.  She let the icy coldness trickle slowly down her burning throat.  She stretched her legs out in front of her as she arched her back away from the chair, trying to relieve the stickiness of the shirt clinging to her back. 

God, I am miserable, she thought.  She reached over and turned out the light, letting only the streetlight filter its strange green glow into the room.  After sitting for several minutes, she stood to remove what little clothing she had left on her body.  She pulled her shirt over her head, wadding it up in her hands.  She lifted each breast carefully and wiped away the hot sweat that was building up under her breasts.  She felt a slight coolness that rapidly dispersed as the sweat built up rapidly once again.  

She tossed her shirt in anger across the room, wondering how much longer she could tolerate the heat sucking the life out of her.  Not being able to sleep, her mind focused solely on the wretchedness her body was encountering.  She pushed off her shorts and stood naked, not knowing if she wanted to cry or curse.  She walked across the room and flopped backward onto her bed, letting her limbs land spread-eagled against the sheets. 

She could feel rivets of sweat running across her mound to trickle slowly between her legs, making her damp and sticky.  Under other circumstances, the slow movement of a drop of sweat might have been erotic, but tonight it was just damned irritating.  She spread out her arms to either side hoping the fan overhead would give some relief.   

Nothing worked.  The more she thought of how hot she was, the worse it became.  Finally, with a series of cusses, she rose from the bed and padded naked into the bathroom.  She leaned into the shower stall and adjusted the shower control to a steady flow of lukewarm water.  Laying out a towel within easy reach, she stepped into the shower and submerged her burning body beneath the tepid flow of water. 

Nectar of the gods, she thought as she lifted her face into the constant spray.  She could feel the difference already as the salty grit rinsed from her body and her skin absorbed the coolness of the tepid water.  As she stood under the spray with her head tilted back, she saw her partner entering the bathroom. 

She was worn out.  Her white uniform hung in a limp sodden mass of wrinkles where the heat had also taken its toll on her.  She used the toe of one shoe to prize the tight white nursing shoes off her hot, swollen feet.  She had been standing for the past twelve hours as she administered her duties.   

Her partner watched from inside the shower, as she managed to unzip and push her dress downward over her hips to kick it aside once it hit the floor.  Next, she reached down and unhooked the garters that clung to each thigh.  Normally, she would have drawn out the action for her lover’s benefit, but tonight, she simply didn’t have the energy to do so.  She sat on the commode seat as she touched first one leg and then the other while she rolled her hose down her legs to land on top of her discarded uniform.  She slumped back against the cool porcelain seat as she shut her tired eyes in a moment of rest. 

Her lover watched from the shower as she finally roused enough to sit back up to remove her bra.  Finally, she stood; sliding her panties off, leaving her naked.  She looked over at her partner and smiled a wane, tired smile.  She moved toward the shower where the door opened to allow her to enter. 

“Rough day, Di?” her partner asked. 

“You have to ask?  It was the day from Hell.  We ran non-stop from the time I went on duty until the time I finally left,” she replied. “Damn, Jay, I am exhausted.” Di continued as she shifted from tired foot to tired foot. 

“Here honey, let me help you,” Jay said as she guided Di under the shower spray.   

Quickly working a bar of soap back and forth in her palms, Jay turned and ran her hands over Di’s body, soaping her arms, legs and torso as she stood, nearly asleep under the cool water.  She took slow regular breaths as her lover tended to her immediate needs.   

“Baby..., move over here and sit down.  Let me soak your feet,” Jay said as she led her to the corner seat in the stall. 

Kneeling down in front of Di, Jay could see between her wide spread legs.  Her body and womanhood glistened with water from the shower.  Leaning closer, Jay could smell the perfumed odor of the soap she was using.  As she ran her hands slowly up and down Di’s legs, she began to feel the heat rising in her body again.  This time, it was sexual heat and not the climate in the room.   

Jay bent her head lower and inhaled Di’s unique womanly scent as she slowly slid her own wet hands up Di’s legs onto her inner thighs.  

Di, still leaning against the shower wall, finally spoke.  “Honey, go ahead and start without me.  I’ll catch up shortly.”   

She opened one eye and grinned a sexy grin toward Jay as her body began to relax. 

Jay took that as a challenge and moved closer on her knees.  She pressed nearer between Di’s legs and began to trail her tongue over Di’s damp breasts. 

“Hummm…god I love the taste of you,” Jay whispered as she opened her mouth to take a nipple inside.  She sucked hard, pulling more of Di into her mouth.   

Di’s body followed Jay’s mouth and pressed closer, forcing her breast closer to Jay.    She groaned, as her body began to tingle with repressed desires.  She widened her legs, reached out and slid her arms around Jay’s shoulders, pulling her closer. 

Jay suckled, first pulling, then releasing each nipple as Di continued to run her hands over her head and shoulders.  Resting her hand on top of Jay’s head, Di pressed her head down, closer toward her mound.  She wanted to feel that same suction on her clit.  She wanted Jay’s tongue stroking her slit and pulling it briskly between her lips. 

Jay didn’t hesitate as she scooted quickly backward, dipping her head lower.  She kissed her way down Di’s body, stopping to dip her tongue into Di’s navel as she moved lower. 

Reaching out with both hands, Jay parted Di’s nether lips and looked into the damp, pink flesh she had exposed.  Her blood heated and raced through her veins as she prepared to partake of her sexual delight.  Holding both lips open, Jay flicked her thumbs slowly up and then down Di’s slit.  With each slow stroke, Jay pressed inward harder feeling the roll of flesh flattening more under her movements.   Moving her head, she reached out with the tip of her tongue and slowly traced along the path her thumbs had taken.

Di hissed and moaned as Jay continued without stopping to let her catch her breath.  Di began rocking her pelvis back and forth against Jay’s tongue as her internal tension escalated.  Jay could tell Di was close to coming as she sped up the movements of her mouth.   

First, she would run her tongue quickly from Di’s clit to the beginning of her slit.  Sliding her tongue back up, she would stop on Di's clit and roll it briskly under her tongue before finally pulling it into her mouth and sucking hard.   

Jay’s body temperature began to rise again as she pleasured Di.  This time it was from her sexual excitement and not the external heat pressing in upon her.  She moved one hand down between her own legs and fingered her clit as she continued sucking and rocking against Di.  

Di reached out and wrapped her hands in Jay’s hair, pulling her tight against her burning, wet core as her body convulsed in one rocking orgasm.  Jay sucked harder until Di could not have pulled back without hurting her clit.  Di cried out as she slammed once more against Jay’s mouth as her orgasm overpowered her, tumbling forth out of control. 

Jay meanwhile had been rubbing and playing with her own clit as she pleasured Di.  As soon as Di grabbed her hair and began keening loudly, Jay plunged two fingers into her own slit as her body burst into a surging orgasm itself. She rocked violently against her own hand as fiery liquid spewed forth from her body.  She held her fingers still embedded within her canal as her body slowly stopped clenching against the deeply embedded digits.  

Slowly Jay pulled her fingers out of her core, as she once more leaned back away from Di.  She was slumped back in the corner, truly exhausted this time.  Jay stood and rinsed her hands and face before reaching out and turning off the spray of water.  She opened the enclosure, snatched the towel back inside and turned toward Di.  Moving closer she pulled her out away from the wall and dropped the towel behind her back.  She bent and scooped Di up in her arms, turning to carry her out of the shower.    

With tenderness and love, she walked toward their bed where she lay Di down before pulling the towel loose and quickly drying her own body.  As she dried her legs, she caught the flashing streaks of lightening through the open window.  It was quickly followed by the booming sound of thunder as finally, rain moved into the air breaking the oppressive heat wave that rocked the city.  The temperature rapidly dropped until the room became tolerable for sleep.   

Lying down on the bed, Jay was surprised to find Di rolling toward her and taking her lips in a passionate kiss.  She wrapped her arms around her as Di rose over her and lay down upon her body.  

“My turn, baby, to appease your burning fires,” Di whispered as she began kissing Jay’s neck. 

Outside in the darkened late night, the heat wave was breaking while inside a new heat wave was beginning.

The End