Miami, In Heat Ch. 02

Note to the reader: This story is the sequel to the previous chapter. You don't need to read that one to understand this one but it would help familiarize you with the characters and setting. 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. Any feedback/questions/comments/concerns would be deeply appreciated!

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I woke up the next morning naked and with my face stuck to the pillow with drool. The air conditioner chugged along in one corner as my girlfriend Ana was finishing her makeup in front of her vanity in the other. She wore black slacks and a blue polo shirt. She leaned in towards her mirror to apply mascara, saw me in the reflection and smiled.

"Good morning, sleepyhead!" she said. I mumbled into the pillow. I half-heartedly tried to get up but the heavy comforter proved too enticing in the chilled air. I continued to watch with one eye open as Ana began to apply lipstick. I followed her long legs clad in black all the way up to her rear. I felt a surge of desire to pinch it. Dragging myself up out of bed, I lurched towards the attached bathroom to wash my face and take care of my morning wood. I squeezed my girlfriend's ass as I passed. She straightened up immediately.

"Hey!" she yelped. She turned towards me in mock surprise. I leaned in to kiss her.

"No way!" she said. "One, I just finished my makeup. Two, your face is gross. And three," she pointed towards my turgid member. "I don't want him to drool on me either." I followed her finger until I saw my own dick looking straight up at me. I frowned.

"My face is gross?" I said. I pretended to be puzzled and then pouted.

"You know what I mean," she said. "Clean your face up, put him away and MAYBE you'll get a chance to kiss me. I'm already running late as it is."

I practically tripped and fell as I slid into the bathroom. After a quick wash of my face, teeth and tongue, I slid on some basketball shorts and ran back to the bedroom and out into the hall. Leaving the bedroom was like stepping into a blast furnace. I found Ana bent over, slipping on her non-slip shoes. Her crucifix necklace dangled and glinted as it caught the sun from the screen door. She stood up, straightened out and smiled.

"How do I look?" she said. Her long dark hair stopped midway down her back. Big, brown eyes searched mine endlessly; either seeking an early answer or a way out of them. Her luscious red lips were as inviting as they were forbidden as smearing the lipstick would have my head served on a platter.

"Like I wish you had five more minutes," I said. She blushed.

"Hmm, try again," she said.

"Like a girl that's about to get kissed," I said. She rolled her eyes and batted the back of my erection with the back of her hand.

"He really doesn't settle down, does he?" she asked. She hooked a finger in my waistband and pulled it outward and looked down inside.

"Not when you're around," I said. I leaned forward and kissed her three times on each cheek. She opted to instead rub her nose against mine while looking into my eyes.

"I love you," she said with a smile.

"I love you more," I said back. She turned to leave and stumbled over some junk in the hallway. I caught her and held her until she put up her hands to show she was okay. I drew my damp hands away.

"You're sweating already?" I said. She turned to me and her eyes narrowed. She opened her mouth as if to reprimand me before her eyes lit up.

"Ooh!" She said. "Don't forget, you have to turn the A/C off. If you leave it running all day, it might break."

"Yeah, yeah, I know," I said. "Carla told me."

"Well, Carla also told you to knock me up but I hope you would take my thoughts into consideration with that," she said. I kissed her crucifix necklace.

"Don't worry, babe," I said. "Only when the time is right."

We walked together out through the screen door as I slipped on my sneakers. Up close, you couldn't see anything through the screen but down on the street below it might as well not even be there. I went ahead of Ana and searched the ground for any traces of needles or broken glass from the night before. We reached her car, I gave her a few more cheek kisses goodbye and then she was off. I went backup to our apartment, kicked off my shoes, grabbed a Powerade and a Pop-Tart and was ready for a day of videogaming. As my Xbox was booting up, I caught sight of the old shoebox Ana tripped over in the hallway. Remembering the night before when she got upset at me not doing chores, I decided to flatten the box and trash it without delay.

I continued thinking of last night. I thought of her being brave enough to get her boobs out while she was in front of the window that anyone across the street could see into. I thought of her breasts swaying and jiggling as she washed dishes, her pink nipples getting hard due to the cool spray. I thought of her walking past the screen door so that anyone on the street below could look up and see her topless. I felt a throb from below my waist and after a very short trip to the bathroom, relieved myself into some toilet paper while touching myself to the thought of her lips wrapped around me. I came so much harder than usual and this was less than ten hours after finishing in her mouth last night.

I went into the bedroom and noticed that the A/C was still running. I instinctually made a move to turn it off but hesitated. Normally I let the unit rest during the day and would turn it on right before she got home in the evening but I wanted to use our laptop and it would overheat in no time. Another thirty minutes couldn't hurt, right? The laptop came to life and I reclined as i watched a streamer friend on Justin. tv. Before long, my eyelids began to get heavy so the laptop was pushed to the side. On Ana's side of the bed, the comforter was still unfurled from when she left this morning.

Thinking of how she laid against me and touched me last night, my dick once again came to life despite being spent a few hours ago. Once again I thought of my girlfriend's bravery the night before and in no time i was throbbing richly. The memories of the wetness between her thighs, her passion in her moans and the playfulness of her tongue caused me to once again climax in no time; this time spraying all over my stomach. Luckily, my stomach was flat so it didn't slide down into the sheets or I'd have never heard the end of it. This orgasm was no less intense than the one earlier and I carefully wiped up my spill with tissues near the bed. I fully intended to go throw the tissues away but thanks to my activities and the A/C I was far too relaxed. Shortly, sleep took me...

Immediately upon waking up, something was wrong. My mouth tasted like batteries. My chest would glide against the sheets while stirring. The birds chirped happily outside... which I usually couldn't hear due to the A/C unit!

"Shit," I said. "Shit, shit, shit, shit!" Springing to the A/C unit, I fiddled with the knobs, switches and plug, desperately not wanting to admit the inevitable. Death comes for all things and it was certainly coming for me if I didn't get this room cooled before Ana got home. Rummaging through the kitchen drawer, I found the information packet for the apartment. The busy signal upon dialing the maintenance line sounded more like my funeral dirge; the 3:06 on the microwave clock in the kitchen a fitting epitaph. Six minutes past office close and fifty-four minutes until Ana gets off of work left me low on options. I tried the emergency maintenance line but that just went to voicemail.

Two small children came running up to the screen door as I knocked outside Carla's place. The light was soon obscured as her husband, Luis, lumbered towards me. He was a head shorter than me but he also had about two hundred pounds on me. Mostly gut.

"Hey," I said. "Do you know anything about fixing A/C units?"

He stared at me.

"Carla mentioned them burning out if left on too long during the day," I said. "Did you guys fix yours yourself or did maintenance do it?"

He continued to stare me while the children beamed up at me.

"Well, uh, I'm gonna fiddle with it," I said. "If I get it working, I'll let you know."

He nodded and went back inside, his shirtless back slick with sweat. The children eagerly followed him.

Back inside my apartment, I was at a loss to do. I told myself that it was an honest mistake even if Ana did remind me to turn it off before she left. Fiddling with it was out of the question as I would end up shocking myself to death or, worse, violating the terms of my lease. In the end, I figured only a peace offering would do: ordering Ana's favorite pizza so it'd be waiting for her as she got home for dinner. I called our favorite local joint to put in the order and despite being a seven minute walk away, they refused to deliver.

"What?" I asked. "Why?"

"Because," the employee began, "one of my drivers delivered there last week and someone threatened him with a knife and stole the order. It's been a week and we still haven't heard back from the police."

"Okay," I said. "Just put a garlic in the oven and I'll come pick it up." I grabbed my wallet, keys and a shirt and began walking there.

I knew how bad the area was but it was all Ana and I could afford. Everyday I walked her to and from her car as the denizens of the apartment complex weren't all fine, upstanding citizens. From drinking and breaking bottles in the street to intimidating people at the mailboxes to, now, mugging pizza delivery guys, apparently, it wasn't safe for Ana to be alone outside. Making it to the pizza shop and back, I was ready and waiting for her to pull in to her parking spot. I opened her driver door for her and extended my hand as usual but she brushed it off, got out on her own and locked up.

"Everything okay?" I asked.

"Yup," she answered. This meant things were not okay.

"I got you pizza," I said.

"Hmm." she said. I offered to carry her things but she briskly walked right past me. Her non-slip shoes made rough sounds on the sidewalk in harmony with the jingling of keys on her bags as I racked my mind trying to figure out why she was upset. Was she still thinking of last night? Did she somehow find out about the A/C unit from Luis? I knew that couldn't be the case because she only keeps her work cell on her for work and I don't think Luis speaks English. Panicking, I made sure the path was clear and held the door for her as she walked inside.

Her bags landed with a heavy thump near the door and the shoes slipped off just as quickly. Her work clothes, still damp from sweat, found their way into the hamper with a floating toss and she hung her head over the sink as she stretched her legs and back. The contrast of her pale form and the black underwear was startling and tantalizing and only fear of incurring her wrath stopped me from reaching out and stroking her.

"I'll go turn the water on," i said. The water heater was on the balcony and on a timer so whenever we wanted to take a shower, one of us (me) had to go on the balcony and flip the switch.

"What's the point?" she asked. "We're just gonna get all sweaty anyway." I noticed that anyone across the street on the second floor could look through the window and see my girlfriend in just her underwear.

"Babe," I began, "what's wrong?" She turned and looked deep into my eyes and I could see she had been crying. Her crucifix necklace lay on her chest.

"Men," she said.

"... me?" I asked. I knew I was risking her ire but at this point I HAD to know. She rolled her eyes.

"No," she said. "Of course not. You're amazing." I swallowed hard. I went and got her a cool Powerade Zero from the fridge and handed it to her. Grabbing one of her fingers lightly, I led her to our kitchen table, grabbed some napkins and the pizza and set everything up for her. She started munching away at her beloved garlic slices (which I had developed an affinity for through her) and crushing the Powerade.

"You talk while I eat," she said. "How was your day?"

"My day?" I asked. I knew better than to try and lie, at least directly. "Oh you know, I played some Xbox, then watched some streams. I called some places and they didn't answer or call me back." I brought in decent money from my websites but Ana still would pester me about getting a REAL job. I noticed as I talked that her chewing slowed and she once again had tears in her eyes. I asked her what was wrong and while nursing her drink, she told me.

Ana used to work at a popular restaurant chain that's a step above fast food with many locations in and around Miami(back in 2011 at least). When she started, she was trained in everything from customer service to cooking to the bakery and even maintenance. Due to poor staffing and her experience, she often would take extra shifts at other locations. She is not known for holding her tongue and would often complain about the poor work of others and especially their lack of following any cleanliness guidelines. On one such occasion, the district manager overheard this and asked her to step into his office. She was terrified but it turned out he wanted to offer her a brand new position at the company: one that focused on cleanliness, productivity and efficiency. Now she travels to every location and evaluates the stores internally.

Ana takes her job very seriously and naturally this rubs a lot of people the wrong way when they get poor scores. Many of her coworkers call her awful names behind her back, especially "ice queen" due to her stoic nature. Two men with positions as cooks at the store she used to work, Alejandro and Jose, are especially rude to her. They bullied her when she was new and now that she has power over them they resent her. Due to staffing issues, however, no matter how vitriolic they are to her or how poor their performance, they aren't fired.

"Today they played the Culo Game," she said with tears in her eyes. "That's when they will take turns saying 'culo' louder and louder as I pass by. I brought it up to Carmen but she just shrugged and said that men will be men."

Ana also explained that when a non-Spanish speaking manager was working, they would say absolutely filthy things to her in Spanish about her body so the manager couldn't punish them because they couldn't verify it. It has gotten to the point where she begins shaking as she pulls into that store's parking lot because she is afraid what they'll tell her that day.

"Usually it's not so bad but there's one thing they do that really gets me," she said.

"What is it?" I asked. Ana stared intently off into space for a second before wiping her greasy hands and clutching her necklace.

"They say it's wrong for me to wear this because any girl that looks like me must be a massive slut," she said. The reality couldn't be further from the truth as I was Ana's first and when it's not egg-fryingly hot, Ana dresses extremely conservatively.

"If you want," I began, "I can come with you to the store and tell them to leave you alone." Ana smiled through the tears.

"That's sweet," she said. "But they'll just pretend to not understand English."

"That's okay," i said. "I'll still get the message across." I flexed and patted my bicep. Ana giggled. I stood up and hugged her. She hugged me back tightly. As she pulled away, she ran her hand down the front of my shorts.

"Aww, I see he's not sleeping," she said.

"Can you blame him?" I asked. "You're sitting here in your underwear and he's been missing you all day."

Upon mentioning her underwear she sat up. Sitting at the table, nobody could see her from outside. She looked down at her body and shrugged.

"It's not like I'm showing anything people wouldn't see at the beach," she said. This was unheard of. Ana always dressed conservatively unless she was in the bedroom or bathroom. Before I had a chance to wonder why this changed, she stood up.

"Come on, " she said. "Let's take this to the bedroom." She winked and made a "come hither" motion with a finger. I stood motionless as she went in the bedroom as I knew what was coming. I didn't have to wait long as she re-entered the hallway shortly. She was holding some tissues.

"What the hell is this?" she asked. Shit. I forgot to throw away the tissues that I used to wipe up my cum the second time.

"I came thinking of you earlier and used them to wipe it up so I didn't get anything in the bed," I said.

"So you thought of me enough to cum for me," she began. "But you didn't think enough to clean up or go get groceries or even turn the A/C on for me?" There were tears in her eyes again.

"You know what I think?" she continued.

"What?" I asked. Rhetorical questions required answers when she was like this.

"I think you didn't jack off to me," she said as she jabbed a finger at me. "I think you looked up something you shouldn't have and panicked and did something to try and hide your trail and that's why the laptop doesn't work." She was leaning towards me so far she was practically at a right angle.

"Wait," I said. "The laptop doesn't work either?" She raised an eyebrow.

"What do you mean either?" she asked. I sighed and figured it was better to get it all out at once.

"The A/C is broken too," I said. "I fell asleep with it on and when I woke up it had died. I tried playing with it but I think it's shot." She raised her hands in the air and I thought the mother of all screams was going to hit me but instead she stopped and lowered them after a minute. She braced her forearm against the wall and rested her forehead on it. She took deep breaths to try and mask the sobs.

"I called the office but they were already closed," I said. "I called the emergency number and they didn't pick up or call me back. I'll set my alarm and call first thing when they open, I promise." Ana still refused to move or look at me.

"The laptop I guess overheated when the A/C died so I'll fix that too," I said. Ana still didn't move but she did speak to me.

"That's what happens when you go on those webcam sites," she said. Back in the early days of our relationship, I made the mistake of joking with Ana that she would make far more money being a camgirl than killing herself by working overtime at the restaurant. She got angry and asked me if I used those sites and I lied and told her "No". She found out the truth and told me that if I ever lie to her again, we're through, no matter what.

"I didn't go on any cam sites," I said. "I was watching someone do a deathless run of Demon's Souls." Ana still refused to move.

"I don't know what any of that means," she said. We were both silent for a minute.

"I would never go on those sites," I said.

"Again," she said.

"Right, I would never go on those sites, AGAIN," I said. "You're everything I could ever want and need and more." More silence before she finally spoke.

"You are calling the office first thing when they open," she said. "You are also going to fix the laptop before I get home tomorrow night". She finally turned and looked at me.

"Of course," I said. "I promise." She walked over to me and looked up into my eyes.

"What did you think about when came for me?" she asked. I'm pretty sure I could have said anything because she can't literally read my mind but I decided not to risk it.

"You," I said. "Just you. Your mouth. Your hands. Your body. Everything we did last night."

"What pushed you over the edge?" she asked.

"Thinking of your boobs," I said. "How they felt and how they looked, especially when you were in the kitchen." Ana tilted her head at me.

"Me topless in the kitchen was supposed to be a punishment," she said. My mouth was so dry my tongue barely worked.

"I'm not going to apologize for loving my girlfriend's boobs," I said.

"So you want me to take my bra off right now?" she asked. We were deep enough into our apartment that it would be difficult for anyone to see us but not impossible. I decided to call her bluff.

"Sure," I said. "Go ahead." Ana reached behind her back to unhook the clasp and stopped, staring into my eyes. My breathing was erratic and I felt the urge to reach out and stop her but seeing her cleavage glistening with sweat in the evening sun was too tantalizing. I heard the clasp snap and the straps went slack. She brought her hands to her front and just as she was about to drop the cups she threw her head back and laughed.

"As if!" she said. "I'm not that easy, baby!" She winked and walked over the trash to throw the tissues she had been holding away.

We finished eating and, since the laptop was broken, spent the rest of the night mainly talking. We talked about our fears, our hopes and dreams and little things we want to accomplish or get better at. She wanted to be more confident and to see more out of life while I just wanted to make sure I was giving her the best life possible.

"But I want you to have the best life possible too," she said. I reached out and caressed a boob still nestled in it's lacey chamber.

"I'm already living the BREAST life possible," I said with a smirk. She giggled. I showed her some of the games I play and we even found one where we could play together. After the sun set, I noticed her head doing the slow nod as she was falling asleep, so I led her by hand to the bathroom as we both got ready for bed. After brushing our teeth, she grabbed some towels.

"Go turn the water on," she said. I turned to leave but hesitated.

"You do it," I said. She gestured to her state of dress.

"You want me to go out on the balcony dressed like this?" she asked. I stepped towards her, unclasped her bra and dropped it on the floor.

"I think you should go out like this," I said. She grimaced and lifted her breasts with her hands.

"It's too hot to not have a bra," she said. The sweat on her chest shone in the pale light of the bathroom. I took her hands and put them on the side of my face while I lifted her breasts back up.

"I'll handle them," I said. "They belong to me, remember?" I looked her in the eyes and leaned in and kissed her with the confidence of a freshly brushed mouth. She kissed me back.

In the heat of the small bathroom, we melted into each other. She ran her hands over my scalp, through my hair, to the back of my head and pulled me in tighter for deeper kissing. My hands gently let her breasts back on her ribcage as they traveled down to the soft flesh above her hips, squeezed and drew her in tight. She moaned into my mouth. Her hands seemed reluctant to leave the back of my head, afraid I might pull away; but they also were determined to explore, and started to slide down my neck and shoulders. I continued to dig my long fingers deep into her hips, occasionally giving her waistband a gentle tug. She returned the favor and very quickly my cock sprang out of my shorts. Stepping forward, her hot, flat stomach sandwiched my dick between my own torso. She pulled back and began to slowly bend her legs while not breaking her intense eye contact. I stopped her.

"Wait!" I said. I pointed at my dick and then pointed at the sink. Ana has a very sharp nose and is very sensitive to smell. Despite how hygienic I was, I always made sure to wash thoroughly before we got intimate. She nodded and gave me one last kiss before heading to the bedroom. I thoroughly washed my nether regions and joined her.

The room was sweltering. The air was suffocating. Faint light from a dim lamp was the only thing illuminating the room. There, barely visible, was my angel laying on the bed, facing me. Long, coltish legs ran all the way up and met at mouthwatering hips. Her slender torso was propped up, displaying a pale, petite form with breasts that jiggled and swayed in the most perfect way. Dark hair clung to her flesh all over from the sweat but her eyes still pierced through the room into mine. I knew that look. That is the look she gave me the first time after we first made love and learned just how sweet it could be together.

I reached the bed, bent down, and took her hand in mine. We resumed kissing passionately, like moments ago, as I cradled her head with my free hand. She grabbed my ass and pulled me onto the bed. Cautiously, to avoid laying on her hair, I slid in beside her and started rubbing her back. She broke contact with my mouth and kissed her way down my jaw, my neck and then kissing all over my chest. I stopped her before she went any further and laid her back on the sheets, my hand moving from her back to her hips. i once again teased stripping her of the last thing guarding her innocence but instead my fingers just snuck under the border. Gingerly, I used one fingertip to glide over her soft lips, drenched and almost scalding to the touch. She was breathing deep and slow. Thighs oscillated; unsure whether to clamp down to keep the intruder out or to spread open to give it complete freedom. My finger slowly made the trip repeatedly from bottom to top. Gradually, it took it's paths a little wider. I applied more pressure.

The first time I brushed over her love button she gripped my free arm tightly. Teasing. Denying. Never truly giving her what she wanted. The tip of my finger tapped on her little opening slowly, like a dripping faucet. Toes flexing, she gripped my arm even harder and buried her face into my chest. Taps became pushes. Caresses became strokes. Before long, she was writing under my touch. Her entire body was slick with sweat as her breathing became ragged. Then her thighs started shaking as my fingers coaxed her weak spot into submission, her moans grew rapid and louder and finally, she rode the wave of pleasure and came hard all over my fingers.

Ana lay on her back trying to catch her breath. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, even in the dim light her nipples wiggled back and forth invitingly. I had other plans. Hooking my fingers on the waistband of her underwear, she weakly lifted her butt and I slid them off and threw them in the corner of the room. Laying on my belly, I spread her thighs open gently and saw her most sensitive area still twitching in the afterglow of me stroking it. She had been watching me intently but now looked away as her greatest treasure lay unguarded. Even now, Ana was shy about me seeing her precious pink flower. I moved my face closer to it and I felt her thighs close around me and a hand on my head trying to stop me. Ana had a frightened expression.

"It's sweaty," she said. Ana was a clean freak in all aspects. Luckily for her, her boyfriend was not.

"So am I," I said. My lips made contact with hers and I began to gently kiss them up and down. Her hands went from trying to stop me to running through my hair as her soft, quiet moans started up again.

I discovered early on in our relationship that Ana was even more sensitive to my mouth than my fingers. It took roughly a quarter of the time for her to reach climax when my tongue is playing with her. I've asked her before and she blushed and just told me it "feels nicer" but I suspect that there's more too it than that. My wager is that the "dirtier" she feels or thinks, the hotter she gets.

My hypothesis was proven correct as before long, her moans were echoing off the walls. My tongue was exploring her depths as far as I could fathom and my nose would sporadically bump against and stroke her love button. When her thighs started shaking again, she practically screamed while she writhed fiercely in bed. She cooed softly afterwards as I climbed on top of her.

She turned her head towards me as my lips found hers. Her hands explored my chest and arms and back.

"I love you," she said. Her hand caressed my cheek.

"I love you too," I said. I rubbed my nose against hers. I felt something warm on my nose and realized it was a tear.

"Please don't ever leave me," she said. I took her hand and promised her I won't.

"Do you want to just cuddle?" I asked. She shook her head. I felt her hand stroking the length of my cock that hovered inches above her.

"Should I get a condom?" I asked. She bit her lip and nodded.

The condom rolled on easily and I climbed back on top of her. Despite our kissing and her immaculate body beneath me, i was having difficulty keeping hard. I then remembered that I had orgasmed twice that day and I was beyond dehydrated. She reached down to assist me and looked hurt when she felt me so soft.

"Don't worry, baby," I said. I used my hands to explore her body and the feeling of her soft flesh in my hand, the wetness of her tongue on mine and her cute little moans got me stiff again. Just as I was about to get the head in, my knees were slipping on the sweat-slick sheets. I stood up, my fists balled up in frustration. I reassured her that it was just the heat of the room. She asked if there was anything she could do.

"We can try you on your stomach," I said. She frowned. Ana really hated doggy style. She said she felt it was degrading and lacked the intimacy of missionary. I usually alleviated some of her unease by leaning so far forward I could kiss her lips as I came but she still wasn't a big fan. This time, she did roll onto her tummy for me, and presented for me an amazing sight.

I loved everything about my girlfriend from head to toe, inside and out. I'd never met anyone who I'd gotten along so well with. She wasn't just my girlfriend but she was my best friend. We would have our disagreements but I'd rather spend time with her arguing than do anything else with someone else. I loved everything about her... especially her ass. I wasn't an ass man before I met her but she made me one. Her family, friends and even people she passed in public would tease her about her giant ass on her little frame. It was impossibly large and tight; not a single blemish on it. Naturally, she was shy about it and I was forbidden to even compliment it. But she knew what power it had over mortal men, especially me.

Now she was on her hands and knees, her thin thighs together, her dainty feet dangling over the edge of the bed and a perfect peach of a butt presented to me. Her damp hair clung to her narrow back and shoulders and her hips were begging to be grabbed. I bent down and spread her legs and gave her pussy a few appreciative licks. She moaned, lowered her head and kicked her feet. Thanks to this vision, I was rock hard, and slid my head into her with little resistance. Her breaths became rapid as she tried to take every inch of me. I went as slow as I dared, not wanting to stretch her out too fast. I hit her wall and she moaned and collapsed into the pillow. I withdrew carefully, making sure that the condom was still securely on.

We began grinding slowly. My hands on her hips guided her back onto me and she reciprocated with what strength she had left. I was staying hard but I couldn't get anywhere near vinegar strokes, even with the vision of loveliness before me. Sweat ran down my forehead and dripped off my nose onto her back like a faucet. She asked me if I was crying. My knees still slipped on the sheets. I was getting tired. In desperation, I took her arms behind her back and grabbed both of her wrists and pinned them behind her back. With my free hand, I reached underneath her and began to stroke her clit gently while still pumping her. Before long, she came for the third time that night and lay like a puddle on the bed. I gently flopped out of her.

"Did you cum?" she asked. Her voice was muffled by the pillow.

"No," I said. I could tell she was taking this personally. I explained the room was too hot, I was dehydrated, anything so she wouldn't blame herself.

"The bed is so gross," she mumbled.

"The bed IS gross," I said. I offered to change the sheets and she groaned.

"I want you to cum first..." she said. I knew I had to cum or else she would beat herself up all week.

"Well, I have an idea..." I said. She turned her head to look at me.

"The room is a swamp," I said. "Maybe we can try doing it in the living room where there's airflow."

She seemed to ponder it for a few seconds and then she slowly and weakly drew herself up onto her hands and knees. I helped her to her feet and we stepped out into the living room.

The living room was only a degree or two cooler but the air flow made it feel positively brisk. We both were delighted to feel the cool breeze. She stood there, hands cradling her breasts, bare hips just waiting to be handled.

"Now what?" she asked. We tried getting into position in a few places. The table, the bathroom, the wall itself. All were no good as the air went straight from the patio to the balcony.

"How about the balcony?" I asked. She sighed.

"Oh yeah, so passing cars can light us up?" she asked. The balcony to the rear of the apartment faced a main road with a curve so anyone driving by at night would easily see out pale bodies illuminated by the railing. She also added that she had no interest in being eaten by bugs by going outside sweaty. As we stood there, I came to the realization there was only one possibility left.

"What about the front door?" I asked. She raised an eyebrow.

"Okay, now I know you're trying to get us caught," she said. I explained to her that it would keep us in the air flow, there would be no bugs, and if with all the lights off in the apartment nobody could see us. As long as we don't make any noises, we won't be caught. She seemed to consider it for a moment before pointing out the obvious.

"How are we gonna... do it without making any noise?" she asked. She still was not comfortable saying "fuck".

"I'll go slow," I said. I also told her that if she can't hold it in, I'll put my hand over her mouth. I could tell she liked that idea because after a moment she held out her hand. I took her hand in mind as we slowly walked naked to the screendoor. We were a foot away before we first heard the glass break.

Ana audibly gasped and covered her breasts while I tensed up on hearing the noise from the street. I couldn't see them but I could hear them murmuring and joking on the ground below. Seeing Ana recoil in fear I felt an instinctual need to protect her but also I felt a strong desire to claim her. Looking at her slender back flaring out into wide hips and a bubble butt made me want to bend her over and take her. Placing my hand on the small of her back, she turned to look up at me and I made a shush gesture. I kissed her deeply and then moved her in front of me. Grabbing her hips, I slowly bent her forward. She shot one last look over her shoulder, then looked down and saw my dick sticking straight up. She dropped her hands from her breasts and leaned forward.

The faint orange glow from the streetlight was poor at lighting up cars and buildings but it easily lit up our pale bodies. If anyone on the street or across the way looked at our front door they would see the top half of me, my girlfriend's face and her bare breasts hanging in the cool breeze. Instead of me wanting to pull her away, I felt a surge of sexual desire and placed the head of my cock in between her legs and pushed. Half a moan escaped before she placed a hand on her mouth to stifle it. She took every inch of me silently aside from quicker breathing. Every time the punks in the street made noise, I could feel her tense up and clamp down on me. I picked up the pace and the sound of flesh tapping on flesh could be heard. Ana started to moan with gasps and I leaned forward and put my hand on her mouth. My other hand was firmly on her hips as she tried to keep her balance. She pressed her hands against the screen door to brace herself. From the force of my thrusts, anyone glancing our way could see her breasts bouncing wildly. The thought of an old man across the street getting to see my girlfriend in the throes of passion was a huge turn on and I fucked her harder.

Between her moaning into my hand and the unmistakable sound of our bodies slapping, even our next door neighbors could probably tell what we were up to. The sight of her incredible ass slapping against me as we both looked out of our apartment was becoming too much to bear. With my own climax approaching, I dropped my hand from her mouth and started squeezing one of her boobs. Her high-pitched squeals were sharp and short so I moved my hand in between her legs in the hopes of having her climax again for me. She gripped my wrist and placed it back on her breast immediately. The world got blurry and the blood rushing through my ears was a dull roar. I moaned and partially collapsed while riding my orgasm.

"Yes, yes!" she shouted as she felt the warmth growing in her. With barely any strength left in my legs, I carefully pulled out of her and took off the condom. She turned and kissed me deeply. The streets were eerily quiet. Her terrific ass and long legs could be seen from anyone in the street but instead of dragging her away, I embraced her tightly for a few moments. She strode over to the refrigerator and grabbed two cold Powerade Zeros. I opened hers for her and she began sipping it. I told her to go turn on the water while I changed the sheets. She nodded and walked away. I met her in the bathroom as she was waiting for the shower to heat up. We kissed with cool, blue lips.

"You're amazing," she said. She was smiling, looking up into my eyes and moving the hair out of my face.

"You're amazing-er," I said. I felt completely drained while she was humming like a sparrow.

"Oh by the way," she said. She stepped into the shower as i admired her ass jiggle.

"What's that?" I asked. I followed her into the shower and covered her neck in kisses as she giggled.

"Our neighbor just saw me naked," she said. I froze and felt my lungs grow tight.

"Luis?" I said. She chuckled.

"Oh God, no," she said. "If he caught me I'd just die on the spot. It was Carmen."

"Oh that's a relief," I said. But I wasn't relieved. Surprisingly, I felt a little disappointed.

"She didn't say anything," she said. "She just gave me that look."

"The look that says 'Nice culo'?" I asked. She turned around and slapped my chest playfully before scrubbing it

"You don't get to say that word," she said.

"Do I still get to kiss it?" I asked. She laughed.

"Of course," she purred and wiggled her butt at me. I watched the water run over the generous curves of her hips and ass and wondered just who else has now seen such a thing of beauty and how far it will go.