Heat Wave - Erotika Short Stories for Women (Adult Short Stories for Women Series) by E.M. Flemming Page A

is?” I asked the cabby, while
trying to look up and over to both sides to see if I could catch a glimpse of
what was holding us up. I couldn’t see anything.
    “I think it’s some construction, or maybe an accident,” he
said in a very thick Indian accent.
    “It’s just moving really slow,” I said to him. How was I
stuck in one of the only taxicabs in New York City with no air conditioning? My
luck.
    “I know. I’m very sorry miss.” He wasn’t sorry. He was
enjoying the time, carelessly undressing me every chance he could get.
    More honks.
    The meter was climbing and we weren’t getting anywhere. My mind
started to wander again. All I could think about was the heated embrace that
hopefully awaited me at my destination. The thought of our hot hard bodies
pressed up against one another sent me into another tailspin. The sweat was
literally starting to drip off of me.
    “I can’t sit in here anymore. I’m going to just get out
here,” I said to the cabby. I could see the dismay on his face as I got out. I
could see him continuing to eye me, hoping to catch a glimpse of what was under
the red floral skirt that hung loosely off my hips. “Thank you,” I said as I
climbed out.
    It felt good to be out of that cab, and to be walking again.
If nothing else, the act of walking created a bit of a breeze, even if that
breeze was a hot one. It would have been the typical hot summer heat wave day,
if it weren’t for the fact that I was meeting him for lunch. Robert Dorning. My
legs quivered again while thinking about it, and the oversized black sunglasses
I had on, hid me from the creepy men staring at me as I quickened my pace to
the meeting.
    Robert Dorning.
    I still couldn’t stop thinking of him. With each click of my
high heels, I was one step closer to being near him.
    But then what?
    Did I actually have the guts to go through with it? Did I
actually have the nerve to screw over my best friend? The summer heat was
definitely getting to me, and I was picturing myself doing things that only a
person in heat would do. No pun intended. But I must say that, if you saw
Robert Dorning yourself, you might not be able to resist either.
    Okay, picture this – six-foot tall, dark-skinned, jet-black
hair, light crystal blue eyes, sporting the body of a God. And, he’s probably
one of the smartest and most talented people that I’ve ever met. I guess I’ve
always been a little bit jealous of Amy. I mean, I’ve dealt with so much in my
past, and mopping up the aftermath of a messy divorce can definitely help to
wither you away.
    It was clear that I had made the right decision to get out
of the taxi, because I was already three blocks down the street, and the
traffic was still at a standstill. I would have been stuck back there forever
had I not gotten out. But something must have been going on. Traffic like that wasn’t
uncommon, even for New York City during rush hour. But after I had walked another
half block, I saw it. Construction. The loud drilling and banging made my head
pound, but it also had blocked off the street temporarily to allow a crane to
do some heavy lifting. Good thing I walked.
    I was only a few blocks from the hotel when the catcalls
started. I was used to it by now, but it does get to wear on you. I mean, a
woman does like to feel beautiful, but don’t men get embarrassed sometimes? Some
men certainly take it to a whole other level. “Damn, you’re fine,” said one of
the men sporting an orange reflective vest and hardhat. He just stood there, eyes
following me the entire time, as I walked by. Another called out from behind
the crane, “Wow, what I would do for a piece of that.” I guess it made me smile
a bit.
    I suppose I wasn’t too surprised. That day I was wearing
some pretty revealing clothing. I needed to do some heavy impressing, if my
mission was going to succeed.
    Robert Dorning.
    God, I couldn’t get him out of my mind. Only four more
blocks to go, I thought – only four more