She just wanted some peace and quiet.
The a/c was out again, the window fully open against the sweltering night. She was mangling the sheets trying to sleep in the city’s persistent cacophony.
She heard the creak of the fire escape and watched my naked leg slip over the sill.
My lips sealed up her squeal as the ice pack skated across belly and breasts. My heat followed the wet, making steam billow between her open legs.
I slipped the cold beneath her climax-arching neck, then crept away, closing the window behind me.
Peace for her at last. And quiet.
