Heatwave Temptation

The heat was unbearable. I’d rented this secluded lakeside cabin hoping for peace and quiet after another brutal quarter, but the AC died the first night. Sweat soaked my silk nightie as I tossed in bed, my neglected body aching for more than just cool air.

I called the local handyman service at dawn. The voice on the phone was deep and easy. “I’ll be there in twenty, ma’am.”

When he arrived, I was standing on the porch in a tiny white tank and loose cotton shorts, hair up in a messy bun. He stepped out of his truck shirtless, tool belt slung low on his hips, tanned muscles glistening already. His name was Jake. Mid-thirties, cocky grin, dark hair damp with sweat.

“AC’s toast,” he said, wiping his forehead. “Gonna take me an hour. You look like you’re about to melt, boss lady.”

“Don’t call me that,” I laughed, but my eyes kept drifting to the hard lines of his abs. “I’m Elena. And yes, I’m dying.”

He worked while I tried to read on the shaded deck. Every few minutes I’d catch him glancing at my legs, at the way my tank clung to my full breasts. My husband hadn’t touched me in months. The thought of those rough hands on my skin made my pussy throb.

After he fixed the unit, Jake came back around front, wiping grease from his fingers. “It’s running, but the condenser’s filthy. I can clean it properly tomorrow. For now… you got that big clawfoot tub out back by the lake? I filled it with cold water and some ice from my cooler. Figured we both need to cool off.”

I raised an eyebrow. “We?”

He shrugged, that charming smile flashing. “Unless you want me to leave you alone, Elena.”

My pulse raced. “I’m married, Jake.”

“Yeah? Where’s he at?” He stepped closer, smelling like sun, sweat, and motor oil. “Didn’t see a ring on your finger when you answered the door.”

I wasn’t wearing it. I never did out here.

“Fine,” I whispered. “But just cooling off.”

We walked to the tub together. The sun beat down, the lake sparkling beyond the trees. Jake kicked off his boots and dropped his jeans without hesitation. His cock hung heavy between strong thighs, already half-hard. I bit my lip, heat pooling between my legs.

I peeled off my tank and shorts, leaving just a tiny black thong. My heavy breasts swayed as I climbed in first, the icy water making my nipples tighten instantly. Jake slid in opposite me, water sloshing over the iron rim.

“Fuck, that feels good,” he groaned, stretching his arms along the edges. His foot brushed my calf under the water. Neither of us moved it away.

The silence stretched, thick and electric. I could see his cock hardening beneath the surface, thick and veined.

“You’re staring, Elena.”

“So are you,” I shot back, voice husky. My breasts floated just at the waterline, nipples dark and stiff.

He leaned forward suddenly. “Tell me to stop and I will.”

I didn’t.

Jake’s big hand cupped my breast, thumb circling my nipple. I gasped, arching into his touch. “God… it’s been so long.”

“Neglected, huh?” He pinched gently, making me moan. “That’s a damn shame. A woman like you should be fucked properly every day.”

His other hand slid between my thighs, pushing the soaked thong aside. Two thick fingers traced my slick pussy lips, then sank inside me. I cried out, gripping the tub edges.

“Jake… oh fuck, yes…”

He pumped slowly, curling his fingers against that perfect spot while his thumb found my swollen clit. The cold water contrasted with the burning heat inside me. I rocked against his hand, breasts bouncing.

“Take that thong off,” he growled.

I did, tossing the wet scrap onto the grass. Jake pulled me onto his lap, his thick cock trapped between us, hot and pulsing against my belly.

“I want you,” I breathed, kissing his neck, tasting salt.

“Then take it, boss lady.”

I reached down, wrapped my fingers around his impressive length, and guided the fat head to my entrance. We both groaned as I sank down, stretching around him. The water made everything slippery, obscene little waves splashing with every inch.

“Shit, you’re tight,” he hissed, hands gripping my ass. “So fucking wet for me.”

I started riding him, slow at first, savoring the way his cock filled me completely. The outdoor air, the distant call of birds, the slap of water against the tub — it all heightened every sensation. My clit rubbed against his pelvis with every downward stroke.

“Harder, Jake. Please…”

He thrust up to meet me, water flying everywhere. One hand tangled in my wet hair, pulling my mouth to his. We kissed messily, tongues sliding, teeth nipping. I moaned into his mouth as he drove deeper.

“You gonna cum on my cock, Elena? Right here in this tub?”

“Yes… fuck, I’m so close…”

His thumb found my clit again, rubbing tight circles while he pounded up into me. The pressure built fast. My thighs trembled. I buried my face in his shoulder, biting down as the orgasm crashed over me.

“Oh god… I’m cumming! Jake, fuck!”

My pussy clenched hard around him, pulsing, gushing. The cold water couldn’t hide how soaked I was. He kept thrusting through it, growling dirty praise in my ear.

“Good girl. Milk my cock just like that.”

I was still shaking when he lifted me off, turned me around, and bent me over the edge of the tub. My breasts pressed against the warm iron as he pushed back inside from behind. Doggy style in the water felt even dirtier. He fucked me with long, powerful strokes, one hand reaching around to play with my sensitive clit.

“I’m gonna fill you up,” he warned, voice rough. “You want that?”

“Yes… cum inside me. Please.”

A few more deep thrusts and he buried himself to the hilt, groaning loud. I felt every hot spurt of his cum flooding my pussy, pulse after pulse. He stayed there, twitching, until the last drop was spent.

We stayed locked together, breathing hard, the sun beating down on our wet skin. Eventually he pulled out, a thick trail of his cum leaking from me into the water.

Jake kissed the back of my neck softly. “AC should be perfect tonight. But I’m coming back tomorrow anyway… if you want.”

I turned, smiling wickedly, my body already aching for round two.

“I definitely want.”