Miami, In Heat Ch. 01

This story is based on real events. Names have been changed to protect the innocent. Everyone in this story is over the age of 18.

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The year was 2011. I was freshly out of college with a degree in journalism and had decided to move to Miami. I had made a political site that nobody visited but my gaming journalism site made me decent ad revenue. Looking for a job in Miami while unable to speak Spanish was not making supplementing my income any easier. I couldn't get a job as a local sandwich artist, let alone at a decent publication.

At the moment, Miami was going through a heat wave and as a gringo Yankee this had caused me to be more than a little irritable. It also didn't help that I was getting my ass handed to me online in Street Fighter.

"Is everything okay?" I hear a faint voice ask through the door to my bedroom. Sorry, OUR bedroom. I turned and looked and saw a big brown eye peeking through a crack in the door.

"Yeah, I just... you know how it is. With the lag. Our neighbors must be torrenting movies again," I said. My girlfriend rolled her eyes.

"I don't even know why you play that stupid game. It's just whoever mashes buttons the fastest," she said for the millionth time. I bit my tongue. I felt an arctic blast hit me as the door swung open and my girlfriend stepped out into the hallway. The A/C chugged happily in the bedroom.

"Ugh, it's like walking into an oven!" she said as she walked towards me. I reached out to grab her. She swerved but I still caught my arm around her waist and pulled her close to me.

"You wanna know what's really hot?" I asked. "You poking through your dress." My girlfriend was wearing a pink house dress that was little more than a tube of cloth. Even on her tiny frame, it showed ample cleavage and stopped above mid thigh. Her nipples could indeed be seen attempting to break free from their velvety prison after sitting in the icebox that was our bedroom.

"Don't touch me!" she yelled playfully as she tried to pull away. "Your hands are all sweaty." I allowed her to slip from my grasp and continue towards the kitchen.

"Uh, James, what the hell is this?" she asked. I came into the kitchen and saw her staring at the trashcan. She turned towards me with her cute lips drawn tight.

"I told you to empty the garbage. You didn't do it. I told you to do the dishes and you didn't do it. I told you to put the clothes in the dryer and you didn't do it!" her rising anger reminded me of the jokes my friends would make when I told them I was dating a girl from Cuba.

"What's the big deal? I'll get to it," I said because I was in my early 20s in my first real relationship and dumb.

"You better," she said, while pointing a finger at me. She then went to the washing machine and started taking the wet clothes and moving them into the dryer.

"Instead of standing there staring at my ass, you could, I dunno, do the dishes awhile," she said, looking over her shoulder. Her house dress had ridden up and revealed all her leg and was threatening to go even further. I was mesmerized and at once there was only one thing on my mind.

"What, and lose this view?" I said in an attempt to be funny. "It's a shame you didn't put your dress in with it." I started towards her. She opened her mouth to respond but we both were startled by the sound of breaking glass from outside. Her and I both peered through the curtainless window.

When I had met her a few months ago, she was living with her sister and her sister's boyfriend while I was crashing with a friend from college, unwilling to commit to an area where I couldn't find a job. After a few very successful dates she had mentioned wanting to get her own place. Apparently, her sister's boyfriend Mateo was a bit of a creep and would not only hit on her when her sister was not around but she suspected had taken a pair of her panties and bra.

On our meager salaries, we ended up getting a townhouse in a low-income part of town that wasn't very reputable. Drug activity and fights in the parking lot of the complex were common but the police were never called; or, if they were, they never showed. Naturally, I worried for my girlfriend's safety and she only left the house when I could escort her to her car and she only came home when I was waiting for her.

"They're breaking bottles in the street again," she said sullenly. "No more sandals to go check the mail." My girlfriend turned to me and saw my jaw clenched. She reached out and stroked my arm and brought me out of my funk.

"I'm sorry, I just want you to be in a better area. I just want you to be safe," I said.

"That's why I have you, silly!" she said as she leaned in and hugged me. Briefly. She drew her body away and made a funny face in reaction to my chest sweat now coating her face. I gave her a cool washcloth from the sink and helped wipe it off. I then kissed her softly and looked into her eyes. She smiled and sung "Those chores better be done by the time I come back out!" she looked at the clock and continued "It's just after nine now so do them by ten. That should be PLENTY of time, okay?" She turned to leave and I swatted her ass. She shot me a look over her shoulder of feigned shock, smiled and went back in the bedroom. I stood around the kitchen, drank some water and put the glass in the sink and then sat back in front of my Xbox.

At ten fifteen, the bedroom door opened again and my girlfriend strutted over to the kitchen without so much as a glance my way. I followed her.

"James," she said. No humor or levity detected. "What is this?" She looked me back in the eye.

"Ana," I said, "I'll get to it, I'm not going to bed yet!"

"Come on," she said, exasperated. "Honey, it's not hard to do these things. In this heat, I don't want the trash sitting there reeking or the clothes to sit in the dryer unfolded."

"What is this really about?" I asked. She turned her head and I could see tears forming in the corner of her eyes.

"It's nothing. Don't worry about it," she said. She turned and gave me a false smile. "When I say to do something, just do it, okay baby?"

I nodded and immediately started taking the trash bag out. She went to the sink and started doing dishes. I heard her yelp and I turned and saw that the water from the sink had hit a dirty plate and blasted rice all over the front of her dress. She turned and gave me the evil eye.

"This is why I tell you to empty your plate into the trash can before putting it in the sink!" she said. I didn't know it at the time but the next moment was about to change our lives heavily. Even now, all these years later I don't know what I should have said. I only know I should not have said the following:

"Well, hand me the dress and I'll put it in the hamper." I extended my hand with a wry grin on my face. My girlfriend gave me a look that I'd only seen on a sitcom mother's face when the dad tells her that he makes the money so he makes the rules; utter disbelief and contempt. Ana held that gaze for a full seven seconds before sighing.

"You want the neighbors to see your girlfriend naked?" she said.

We lived on the second story of a two-story townhouse. It was small but perfect for just the two of us. There was a single road that went through the complex and the homes faced each other across it. The windows were small and narrow so someone from the ground floor would have a tough time seeing in the upper floor homes but anyone on the second floor across the street had a direct view through. The distance was maybe 15 yards so everything would be clear. Welcome to low-income housing. I looked over my shoulder and saw there was nobody looking out the window or on the balcony in front of it.

"There's nobody there," I said matter-of-factly "besides, if you do get seen, next time you're in legal trouble just tell the judge you did community service." I grinned at my joke. She didn't. Instead, she once again gave me a look for seven or so seconds.

"Fine," she said. Time stopped. It felt like a bolt of lightning ran down from my brain to my dick. My chest grew heavy and my breath caught in my throat. My girlfriend looked up at me with her big brown eyes. She placed her fingertips at the base of her neck and slowly lowered them to the hem of her dress. Her fingers began to slowly push the fabric downward. She looked down as if even she couldn't believe what she was about to do. Soon the pink dress was pushed to the swell of her breast. Even now, this was way more cleavage than she would ever show in public. I wanted to turn and check the window but I couldn't look away. My mouth was dry as a bone but sweat was pouring down my face. The hem traveled further down until it caught on something suddenly. Ana looked up at me and gave me one final chance. I nodded slowly. She bit her lip and with one final tug, pulled the dress over her breasts, exposing her pink gumdrop nipples.

My girlfriend Ana was the only sister of five brothers. She was raised in a busy household but was the apple of her father's eye. Growing up with so many brothers and being spoiled by her dad, you'd think she would be a bit of a tomboy. Instead, she indulged in femininity especially in her late teen years. She cooked, she cleaned, she scolded; everything she thought a mother should do. She was the only member of her family to keep her faith and attended church every Sunday. When we first started dating, she explained to me how important her faith was and even had a gold crucifix necklace.

That crucifix was currently sitting on her dresser and was not laying against her flesh in between her exposed breasts. Ana never walked around our townhouse naked and usually reserved states of undress for the bedroom and bathroom. She explains that growing up with so many brothers, there were always her brothers friends around the house and she didn't want to give them any more excuses to catcall her, so she dressed very conservatively. The first time we ever did anything serious, she requested the lights be off and it amounted to blind groping and heavy-petting. After months of being together, our sex life was voracious and there was nothing she wouldn't do in the bedroom, often taking the initiative. The only thing I couldn't get her to do was to leave the room naked. Maybe it was the heat in the air or the heat from her anger at my neglect of chores but my sweet, shy Cuban girlfriend now stood in the bright light of our kitchen with the window open with her boobs out. They looked almost comically large on her small frame, especially in comparison to her thin arms. I was speechless. She wasn't.

"Can you move? You're blocking the air," she said. I instinctively shifted over but panic crept up my neck. Now anyone across the street had an unblocked view of my girlfriend topless, her pale body brightly illuminated in the kitchen.

"Thank you," she said sweetly. She smiled and turned back to the sink. She once again began washing dishes although this time her boobs jiggled and swayed as she scrubbed off grime. The sound of the water hitting the metal sink was loud but not louder than the blood pulsing through my ears. Her back was bare, the dress was bunched up around her hips covering her ass and upper thigh. I quickly finished taking out the trash bag and putting a fresh liner in.

"Good boy, are you going to do the laundry or should I?" The dryer was right next to the window. A million scenarios ran through my mind. I wanted to tell her to do it. I wanted to point out she is still wearing her dress so she's not naked like she promised. I wanted to tell her I'd do the laundry while she walked the trash bag all the way down to the dumpster. Instead I just numbly went and started pulling clothes out of the dryer. She was finishing the last of the dishes as I was reaching in and pulling out socks and underwear. I looked out the window and realized the light in the neighbors house that had been on was now off. It's possible they went to sleep... or it's possible someone was in the room watching us. I realized the only thing blocking the view of my girlfriend's body was me and that disappeared when I leaned down into the dryer. This feeling of power and control over who sees my girlfriend's breasts was intoxicating. I would bend down to pretend I was reaching for a sock at the back, just to give anyone across the street unfettered access to seeing my girlfriend. Eventually, I had emptied the dryer and started to fold the clothes.

"Are you going to fold them properly this time or do I have to go over there and show you?" she asked. I turned and my girlfriend had her hands on her hips, her head cocked to the side quizzically. Water from the sink was glistening on her breasts and her nipples looked like they could cut glass. I pulled up a pair of her work pants and made an exaggerated show of matching the seams on the pant legs to show I could in fact fold them properly.

"Good boy," she said with another heart melting smile. "Meet me in the bedroom when you're done." She turned and entered the main hallway. The front door was a screen door that, up close, blocked any sort of view into the home. From far away, however, it was practically see-through. The door was also fall taller than our kitchen window, meaning even people on the ground across the street could see up into our home. She stood there for a few seconds in profile before continuing into the bedroom. Anyone who had glanced up at door would have seen some generous sideboob. I finished folding the laundry, stacked it and made my way into the bedroom.

If it was 100 degrees out in the hall, it was minus 30 in the bedroom. The A/C continued to work it's little heart out keeping the room an icebox. The one light in the room, a small lamp in the corner, was still on. Ana lay on the bed with the comforter covering everything from the neck down. She was laying looking away from me as I walked in. I thought she was on her phone but that was charging along the wall. She turned her head slightly as I set the clothes on the chair.

"Did you take the trash out to the dumpster?" she asked.

"Nope," I said. My chest got tight. She rolled onto her back and looked me in the eye. Then I saw her gaze at my feet. I was standing on her pink house dress. We made eye contact which was only a few seconds but felt like years. She grabbed the comforter and lifted herself up on her elbows but before she could throw it off, I reopened the bedroom door.

"I'll be right back," I said. I searched her face for any sign of reaction but she just rolled back over on her side away from me. Back in the hallway it was scorching. I was wearing only basketball shorts and for the past 20 minutes they stuck out more than a half foot further than they usually do. I grabbed the trash bag, slid into my sneakers and headed down the stairs to the street. Unlike earlier, it was dead quiet. No cars, no talking, no bottles breaking. I walked past the mailboxes where the teenagers hang out and tossed the trash bag effortlessly into the dumpster. As I walked back to my apartment, a car pulled into the neighbor's spot. The door opened and I saw Carla beaming back at me.

"Good evening James!" she said. Carla lived on the second floor next to Ana and me. She had two young kids with her husband Luis who mostly worked at night and slept during the day. She was about ten years older than us and a darker complexion than my ghost-white Ana. Ever since we moved in, Ana and Carla have been best friends, cooking for each other, shopping together and even having nights out together.

"Buenas Noches!" I said, in my terrible Spanish. I looked past her and saw bags on the passenger seat. "Need any help with your bags?" I asked. I opened the car door wider for her. I saw her eyes light up as she looked at me and, for a heartbeat, I thought she might have glanced at my waist before making eye contact again.

"Sure! That would be a big help! I may have gone a little overboard!" I extended my hand and helped her get out of her car. I walked around to the passenger door and scooped all the plastic bags up into my arms.

"Now I see why Ana keeps you around," she said with a grin. "That and she says she always wanted a tall white boy."

"Yeah, she's told me that once or twice," I said. Which was true. Early on in our relationship, as a young man I was still prone to jealousy and feeling of inadequacy. I asked her once if I was really the guy she wanted to be with. She reassured me that she fell in love with me due to my heart. She also told me that her girlfriends always said to date a "tall white boy with a big dick" but she just considers that a bonus.

"What's she up to now?" Carla asked.

"Locked away in the bedroom, hogging the A/C," I said. Carla laughed.

"Be careful," she said "These units are cheap. If it doesn't get to rest, it's gonna break."

"It gets to rest while she's at work," I said. "I don't mind sweating my balls off."

"Well don't sweat them all the way off," she said "I'd like to see some blue-eyed little ones running around here in a few years." We reached the top of the stairs. "Just put them there in front of the door, Luis can grab them before he leaves for work." she said. We exchanged our goodbyes and I went back inside my apartment.

I stopped into the bathroom and flipped the waistband of my shorts down. A small wave of embarrassment washed over me as I realized I was still hard and that was almost certainly noticed by my sweet neighbor. I quickly but thoroughly washed my nether regions and my hands. I kept my shorts on just on the off chance anyone from the street looked in and saw my bare ass. Slipping into the bedroom, I saw Ana was still laying with her back to me. I ditched the shorts and laid down on my back under the comforter. I had been hard for so long now that I had a dull ache below my stomach that I had to shut my thighs together to lessen. I gave one glance to my Ana who was still sleeping. Beneath her long, black hair her soft white neck extended to her pale shoulders. Under normal circumstances, I would spoon with her, take her breasts in my palms and poke her butt until I felt her press back against it.

In this moment, however, I was worried she was mad at me and waking her up when she had to be at work in the morning was too great a risk. I closed my eyes and thought about what happened earlier in the kitchen. Even just the memory of my girlfriend's breasts springing out was enough to catch my breath in my throat. I gripped the base of my dick and slowly worked it up and down. I thought of my Ana's pale skin glowing under the light in the kitchen, a shining beacon for anyone across the street. I pictured her boobs swaying back and forth as she scrubbed the stubborn dirt off of the plate. I remember seeing her chest slick with sweat and her nipples hardening as the spray from sink landed on her soft flesh. I imagined her dress sliding over her hips as she picked up the trash on the way out the door-

"Whatcha thinkin' bout?" A train careening through our bedroom would have shaken me less. Ana was now facing me, a twinkle in her deep brown eyes peeking out from under the covers.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" I tried to play it cool. My girlfriend had never caught me jacking off before and I didn't know what reaction she would have. I didn't have to wonder for long and I felt a much smaller hand slide up over my thigh and settle on top of my own that was currently grasping my turgid member. Her thumb started lightly trailing up the side.

"Hmm, it must be your OTHER girlfriend," she said. Her thumb stopped. Using her other hand, she pushed herself closer to me, still sliding under the covers. "I guess I'll just have to make you forget all about her." She started kissing a trail over my thigh. I brushed her hair out of her eyes.

"I made sure to wash before getting into bed," I said. She turned to look at me and rolled her eyes.

"I know. I've got the super sniffer, remember?" she said as she crinkled her nose at me. She resumed kissing towards the inside of my thighs. She propped herself up slightly and lowered her head. Her hot, wet breath coated the top of my foreskin. Her hand proceeded to work me slowly.

"What were you really thinking about?" She turned her head slightly towards me until she could see me out of her peripheral vision. Her mouth still hung agape.

"You. Specifically you naked." It was an honest answer. Her hand stopped tugging me.

"Hmmm, what part of me specifically?" she asked. My mouth was dry. I decided to keep being honest.

"Your boobs. I can't get enough of them," I said. She turned her head fully to look at me. She considered my face for a moment then slowly raised herself up further. The comforter slid down to her hips and her breasts swayed gently. I reached out to them but merely brushed one as I reached past her and pulled the comforter up onto her shoulders. "I don't want my baby getting cold." I said. She smiled and gazed down longing at her hand which had resumed tugging me.

"Me either," she said. Her mouth engulfed the head. I was already far along before she started touching me and now with both her hand and tongue on me I wasn't going to last much longer. I lightly traced a nipple with my fingertips causing her to moan onto my dick. She opened her eyes and looked into mine. She moved her mouth off of my cock but her hand remained slowly moving up and down.

"Are my boobs better than the ones in your imagination?" she asked. They were perfect, swaying in time with the motion of her arm, her pink nipples were hard enough to cut glass. I slowly brushed one with my thumb and I could see her breathing quicken.

"They're beautiful," I said" "Works of art for my eyes only." She gave me a coy look and her hand on my dick stopped.

"Are you sure you want that?" she asked. "Your eyes only?" I nodded. She raised an eyebrow. "Hmm, okay. But would you be mad if someone else saw them?" My dick flexed and started twitching in her hand, catching her off guard. Her eyes widened. "James, what do you REALLY want?" she asked.

"I want you." I said. Now that she had an accurate lie detector test literally in the palm of her hand I had to choose my words carefully.

"What part of me?" she asked.

"All of you," I answered.

"Prove it," she said and got on her knees as she enveloped the head of my cock with her mouth again. Between the pumping of her hand and the darting of her tongue, I knew I wasn't going to last long. My hand found its way in between her thighs and encountered little resistance in spreading them open and finding that hot pink center. She was even wetter than usual and the way she whimpered at even the lightest touch revealed to me that she wasn't going to last long. I took my free hand and placed it on the back of her head and she loudly moaned in gratitude. Her breathing became sharper and higher pitched and soon she clamped her thighs around my hand and rode the wave on it while keeping me in her mouth. She slumped forward and tried to recuperate. I caressed her hair.

"You wanna go to sleep?" I asked. She shook her head and resumed sucking on me. She took my wrist and put my hand on her boobs. Her big brown eyes gazed up at me lovingly as she sucked on me. Soon I came all over her tongue while keeping eye contact. She swallowed it all down and cooed happily. She crawled up to me and kissed me on the lips.

"I love you," she said as she rested her head on my chest.

"I love you too," I said as I caressed her back.

"Are you sad we didn't have sex?" she asked.

"What? No!" I said. "You sucked the life outta me." She giggled. "And this way we both know for sure you're not pregnant." She nodded her head.

"Yeah. Thank you," she said. I found her hand and squeezed it. She squeezed back.

"Although I ran into Carla outside and she seemed eager for you to get knocked up," I said.

"Yeah. I know," she said. "She's wild." "Baby?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you ever look at other girls?" she asked softly.

"Of course not!" I said. "You're everything I could ever want and need and more!" I squeezed her hand and she squeezed back.