How I hate summer

God, I'm tired... and hot. This in spite of the loose flowing summer skirt I have on, a cotton top and going braless. I hate this humidity. I hate summer, with a vengeance.

I close my eyes, sighing, my hands carefully cradling an ice cold glass of Bombay Sapphire and pomegranate juice against my forehead.

This job will kill me, that's if I don’t get bitten by some venomous creepy-crawly first.

I haven’t slept with anyone since arriving home... and I hate sleeping alone. I sigh and take a gulp of my drink. I enjoy the satisfying burn of the alcohol, as it slides down the back of my throat. I'm in no mood for dainty sips, throwing back my head, I drain the glass.

The bar is slowly filling up. I can tell it's going to be another busy Friday night. Good for the working gals. Turning to the bartender, I push my empty glass towards him "Same again."

Goosebumps appear on my skin as I lean forward, letting the cool air slip down the front of my top. My elbows on the counter, feet tapping on the chrome footrest, I rest my chin in my hands and let the music wash over me.

A body presses against my back, a pair of strong hands grab my boobs from behind. Alcohol addled reflex takes over. Instead of turning round and smacking the groper, I grabbed those hands. I recognize them.

"Hmmm..." This pair of hands belongs to Lucy, my soulmate. She must felt my call, my need and projected over.

I hold those hands in place, enjoying her gentle caress and squeezes, her fingers lightly tracing circles around tip of my boobs, making my nipples hard. I squeeze my legs together and let out an involuntary moan. I turn around to be greeted by her beautiful smirk, lips upturned at the corner. Leaning forward, my now erect nipples brush against her

"Look what you've done darling." The rough cotton fabric of my top is doing me no favors either. I’m literally panting.

She smiles, remaining motionless, letting me kiss her. Her mouth parts and her tongue runs teasingly across my lips. Her lips are soft. I cup her face and slide my tongue between her parted teeth, touching the sides of her mouth, exploring every inch. A sense of desperation takes over, as our tongues begin twisting like naked bodies in between soft satin sheets.

"What have I done?" she asks with a raised eyebrow. She moves her leg between mine, knowing exactly where to put the pressure. She hikes her leg up by resting one boot on the chrome footrest along the length of the bar.

I grimace "Oh fuck! There are people around." Yet, I arch my back offering myself to her totally.

"So?" she smiles. My hips start moving involuntary, rubbing against her leg. I can feel the rough denim through my skirt and panty. Small discrete movements, I'm hoping.. no asking Lilith that no one notices I'm acting like a love sick puppy fucking my master's leg.

In the dark of the bar, we look no different to the many amorous coupled cuddling in the dim lighting. But we weren't cuddling.

My mouth met hers, our tongues made intense love. I bit her lower lip, as she grabbed my ass, pulling it against her thigh. She squeeze harder, I couldn't hold it much longer. I buried my face in the nape of her neck to stifle a scream. I want this more than anything, making love with her, Lucy, my lover, my soulmate. I’m totally obsessed by her. She consumes my senses, her scent, her touch, our bodies pressed together.

It’s not enough but for now it will suffice. Tonight though, in our apartment bedroom, when our naked bodies touch, with nothing between our bare skins, I will rub my intimate, wet part against hers, I want her finger, her tongue between my legs. I want it all.

"Oh god.. I'm ..." I panted and shuddered as wave after wave hits me. I can barely stand, collapsing on her with my arms around her neck. My knees are weak, my fucking panty damp and stuck up between my butt…