Beat the Heat

With the continual heat waves grinding their way across the country, it’s high time that we pause a moment and take a little trip to the cooler side.  And par for the course, this will have to be told from the viewpoint of my female readers, because guys, the minute it starts, you’ll be off in your own visual stimulation anyway.  That’s just us……

 

Curled up with your partner on a deep cushy couch, cuddling under your favorite, softest fleece blanket.  Naked, you can feel the blanket caressing your bare skin each time it moves.  Curling under your partner’r arm, you can feel the beat of their heart, pulsing softly against your neck.  Smooth jazz plays low and slow in the background.  A bottle of wine sits close, two glasses freshly poured and breathing, the sweet aroma tingling your nose.  The huge stone fireplace holds a roaring fire that crackles merrily in counterpoint to the music.  Even the fire cannot take the chill from the air that flutters across your cheek and neck, seeking a path beneath the blanket.

 

Sitting up, you slide from beneath the blanket, picking up your wine glass and walking to the frosted window.  Outside, the moonlight creates a silent panorama of white and icicles, broken only by the dark contrast of the still pines.  Sipping your wine, you wrap your arms around yourself slightly as the cold fingers of air reaching out from the window intently stroke your skin.  Goosepimples and firm, erect nipples reward the chill.  Your feet are cold on the stone floor.  Yet you stand there, entranced by the peaceful scene on the far side of the window, like a looking glass onto another world.

 

Sliding up silently behind you, your partner, wine glass also in hand, wraps both arms around your stomach, pulling you back close against them.  Your back is oh so warm now.  Fingers gently pull your hair away from one shoulder, replaced by lips that nibble and nip lightly across your shoulder, and up your neck.  Slowly, teasing.  Warm breath across your ear.  A hand gently strokes your other cheek. 

 

“Come back to the couch, now.  It’s getting cold.”

 

You smile to yourself, wondering if they have the slightest clue just how hot it’s fixing to get…………….

 

Michael