Escaping From a Heatwave Leads to a Sizzling Encounter

Sam Kestrel 10-12 minutes 9/22/2022

photo: SexArt

She offered a cool drink but gave so much more

The blistering hot day threatened to shut the city down. The oppressive heat kept everyone indoors, with the air conditioning blasting on high. Well, almost everyone. Whether delivering the daily assortment of bills, letters and advertisements, or packages ordered online, people drove trucks, many without air conditioning, or walked the streets, bags slung over their shoulder.

Mail carriers and even some online delivery drivers had a normal route or section of the city to which they delivered. Cori was no different. As she neared the end of her shift, the temperature continued to hover over ninety degrees, the still humid air making it feel closer to one hundred. At four-thirty in the afternoon, it was absurd. While she tried to drink enough fluid, the water in her bottle, her third refill, was warm, making it difficult to drink or cool her off.

Cori walked up to the white shingled house of Bobby Washington. The name she knew from the mail she’d delivered here for the last two years. Normally Cori approached this house with a tingle between her legs, for Bobby Washington, whom Cori pegged to be in her late thirties, was hot. But today the temperature was high enough that Cori’s feet dragged, her body slumped, and she longed for nothing more than a cold room and a drink with ice in her hand.

She pushed the mail through the slot and turned to retreat down the steps when the door opened.

“Hi,” a voice called from behind her. “Would you like something cold to drink?”

Cori eased around to face the house and the voice, which belonged to Bobby. The two women had said hi several times over the years. With a weak smile, Cori nodded. “That would be great. Thanks.”

“Come on inside,” Bobby said, holding the door open for Cori. “If you can spare a minute.”

“Oh, I can definitely spare a minute,” Cori said. A blast of cold air hit her as she entered the house. “It feels so good in here,” Cori said, nearly moaning as she spoke.

Bobby walked past her. “Why don’t you have a seat?” She indicated the sofa in the living room. “Take a load off. Do you like fresh lemonade?”

“Yes. That sounds wonderful.”

Cori sat down on the couch and immediately felt her body relax. Bobby appeared soon after with two glasses in hand.

“You look a little peaked, so I brought you a glass of ice water as well.” Bobby placed both glasses down on coasters resting on a wooden table in front of the couch.

“Thank you so much,” Cori said, grabbing the glass of ice water and drinking half of it in one gulp. “You don’t know how good that is.”

“Wait ’til you try the lemonade.”

“I wanted to drink this first. Quench my thirst and then slow down and enjoy the lemonade.” Only now did Cori glance around the living room. On the fireplace mantle, she noted a small bronze statue of a naked woman.

That her attention was drawn to the statue didn’t seem to be lost on her host. “I got that on a trip to Italy a couple of years ago. She’s beautiful, isn’t she?”

“She is,” Cori said, nodding.

Cori took a sip of the lemonade, having emptied the water glass. “Mmm. This is good.”

“Right? It turned out really well this time.”

“You made it?”

“Uh-huh. And it’s best when it’s savored. So kick your shoes off and rest a while.”


“Seriously. I’m in for the rest of the day. Aren’t I on the end of your route?”

“Just about. I have a couple more houses down the road.”

“Well, the Smiths are gone until Monday and the Wallaces both work late, so I’d say you can take as much time as you like. Unless you have someone to get home to.”

Cori wondered if Bobby asked the question as a fishing expedition, but if she did, Cori didn’t care. The tingle that used to develop between her legs when she delivered to this house had returned with the first sip of lemonade. With her body cooled off and her mind less foggy, she apparently had more energy for other things.

“No. No one to get home to. Not that I mind,” she added quickly.

“Oh, I didn’t assume that you did. I love being by myself, at least at this stage of my life.”

“What do you like about it?” Cori asked.

“No one to answer to. No pressure. No commitments.” Bobby said this last sentence while gazing directly into Cori’s eyes.

Cori didn’t flinch. “And what do you do for a living that has you home at four-thirty on a Thursday?”

“I’m a massage therapist. I have a studio out back.”

“Oh, that sounds lovely.”

“Would you like one?”

“What? A massage? No, thank you. I don’t have time for that.”

“I thought you said you didn’t have to rush home? I could make it a shorter one. And it’d be on the house.”


“Yep. But we should stay in the house. It’s been hours since the AC was on in my studio.”

Cori was hesitant, and it obviously showed.

“Why don’t you take your shoes off? Let me at least give you a foot massage. And if you like it, you can tell your friends and send some business my way.” She paused before adding with a shrug, “It’s up to you.”

“Oh hell, why not?” Self-consciously, Cori removed her shoes and socks, hoping her feet didn’t smell. While she did that, Bobby stepped away and returned with a bottle of lotion.

“Here. Swing your feet up onto the couch. You don’t mind if they’re in my lap, do you?”

The tingle between Cori’s legs turned into a heat wave. And then Bobby touched her feet.

“Oh, wow, you have good hands,” Cori said, closing her eyes, unable to resist relaxing into the massage. After five minutes, Bobby switched to the other foot. “Mmm,” Cori murmured involuntarily. Her face reddened in embarrassment.

Another few minutes passed.

“You know,” Bobby said, as her hands moved up to the lower part of Cori’s calf muscles, “I’m known for giving really good leg massages.”

Is that so? Cori managed to keep that thought to herself.

“Would you like one?” Bobby asked.

A beautiful woman offers to give you a massage. Of course you say yes. So why was Cori feeling shy and hesitant?

“I’ll grab a towel so you can stay covered if you’d like.”

That’d be great, Cori thought. What she said was, “No, that’s okay.”

“No, you don’t need a towel or no, you don’t want a massage?”

“No, I don’t need a towel. I’d be a fool to pass up a massage.” Cori swallowed the words, “from a beautiful woman like yourself.” She wasn’t that brave.

“I need to get a new bottle of lotion. You get ready and I’ll be right back.”

Cori removed her pants, and she was lying on her back when Bobby returned. The corner of Bobby’s mouth turned up, but Cori pretended not to notice. Bobby applied lotion to her hands before starting on Cori’s right leg. Her hands worked magic on Cori’s calf muscles. It was all she could do not to moan with pleasure. After spending a luxurious amount of time on the one leg but staying below the knee, Bobby switched to the left calf.

“You doing okay?” Bobby asked.

Cori opened her eyes, which she’d closed at the beginning of the massage, and met Bobby’s gaze. “I’d like to amend my previous statement. You don’t have good hands. You have amazing hands.”

“These hands can do a lot more than massage,” Bobby said, holding Cori’s gaze.

Lost for words, Cori blushed and closed her eyes, feeling stupid as she did so, but not knowing what to say.

Several minutes later, Bobby’s hands moved past Cori’s knee, kneading her muscles, causing her entire body to relax. As Bobby’s hands traveled up Cori’s thigh, Cori’s entire body tingled. An anticipatory excitement flowed through her body. Her clit burned with desire. But Bobby was the consummate professional, stopping well before Cori’s groin.

The right thigh received similar attention from Bobby. Again, as her hand moved higher, Cori’s body tingled and burned. Without thinking, without knowing what she was going to do, Cori’s legs moved of their own accord, spreading apart just enough to be noticed.

It was an invitation Cori hadn’t planned on extending. Bobby accepted. Her hands didn’t stop where they had on the opposite leg, but continued upward. Fingers caressed, more than massaged, the highest area of Cori’s inner thigh, shy of touching her underwear.

Cori let out a moan.

Fingers trickled across the bottom of her underwear, over her already swollen folds, to her left leg. Bobby lingered on her thigh, massaging but then caressing, before her fingers passed back over to the other side, lingering between Cori’s legs for seconds this time.

“Mmm.” It was a moan of protest that escaped Cori’s lips when Bobby’s fingers shifted back to her leg.

“Do I have permission to stay here?” Bobby asked, as her fingers pushed gently between Cori’s legs.

“Mmm-hmmm,” was the most Cori could say.

Bobby’s fingers pushed and rubbed against Cori’s folds and up to her clit. Even with the cloth in between, the rush of pleasure was inescapable. The magic of Bobby’s fingers when they moved against Cori’s underwear, while arousing, was nothing compared to the voluptuous pleasure they imparted when they touched her skin.

If there was a license for vulva massage, Bobby surely had one. Her fingers caressed Cori’s folds, her clit, the area around her opening, like they’d been there before. Like they were home. They read Cori’s body like a book, lingering for just the right time in just the right place. Higher and higher Cori’s pleasure mounted, until she was moaning continuously, uncontrollably.

Her clit exploded.

From between her legs, flashes of warmth and electricity burst, making time pause. It wiped her mind clean of all thought, sight and sound. Nothing else existed. Only pleasure and bliss. Her body was on fire, but fire that heated a room on a wintry day.

Cori had cried out. She knew that now. The echos of her voice retreated as her body cooled. Residual waves of pleasure pulsed from her clit as she lay, unable to move a muscle. Her body was so relaxed, and her mind so empty, she wielded no control over herself. Several seconds later, or was it minutes, Cori emerged from the fog she’d lost herself in. Sounds of water running suggested Bobby was in her kitchen.

Her pants back on, Cori stood by the couch. What was the protocol for such an encounter? Did she say goodbye? Just leave? If Bobby had retreated from the room, Cori guessed it would be best if she just left. When Cori was halfway out the door, Bobby called out to her.

“Have a good rest of your day.”

Cori smiled to herself. “Thanks,” she called over her shoulder. “You, too.” She walked out into the hot late afternoon, feeling perfectly cool.