As the sweltering summer was slowly turning to another crispy autumn, the town was sucked into a brief heatwave, as if the summer was trying to harness its last resources to prove its power. The humidity forced most people to stay indoors and those who dared to open the front door soon found their skin sticky and thoughts scrambled. It was the evening of one of these days when the two happened to enter the same sketchy bar, desperate for cold drinks and hot company. No words were needed in the desolate adult meeting place when the man grabbed the woman by the waist and she in return hopped onto the man’s lap. Their bodies pressed together, skin sticky with sweat, spilled drinks, and anticipation. The warmth of the last night of the summer paled in comparison to the couple’s passion, fulfilled behind closed velvet curtains as he held her through the night.
It was the night of her friend’s end of summer party when she, by coincidence, met a rather charming man. Too many drinks were consumed and too many significant looks exchanged, so when the man whispered “I know a motel nearby… should we sneak out of here?”, she agreed without even realizing it. After the intense 13.5-minute session in the shabby motel room, the man fell into a deep sleep. As her tipsiness started to wear off, her curiosity started to get the better of her and she couldn’t help but to flip open the man’s wallet that was resting on the bedside table. She thanked her lucky stars that the man’s driver’s licence was in the first plastic sleeve of the wallet so she didn’t have to invade his privacy more than that to at least know his name. First her eyes locked on the man’s date of birth. “Yikes, he’s twice my age…” she mumbled to herself. “No wonder it didn’t go beyond two puffs and a grunt.” However, even more shocking than the man’s age, was his name. “Oh, hell no!” she exclaimed a bit too loudly when she realized that the man was her friend’s father. As the man started to wake up, she grabbed her purse and the first pieces of clothing she could reach and ran out of the dusty room. Luckily there was a taxi dropping off some drunk people at the same moment as she reached the parking lot. “Hi there…” she said, breathing fast. “Umm… I need a ride.” The cabbie leaned against the passenger side door and looked at her with a grin. “Hell, yeah! Hop on, babe!” It wasn’t until the leather of the back seat pressed against her bare buttocks that she realised that she was wearing nothing but her sheer lingerie.
It had been years since she had last felt that smooth, cold metal pole against her skin. So now, when she had recently found her nights unscheduled, she decided that it was time to find out if the thrill was still there. She took the cab to the shady side of town and sneaked into one of those small strip joints where the drinks were overpriced and the girls cheap. “Psst, do you mind if I dance here for a moment”, she asked the bartender and opened her overcoat a little, revealing her little lace outfit. “Umm…” the man behind the bar mumbled, swallowing audibly. “Sure… Candy didn’t show up so the pole’s all yours.” Soon after she hopped onto the little table that the staff called the “stage”, she was back in the mood, swaying her bottom from side to side to the rhythm of some racy electro song. For a moment, she was afraid that she might break her neck but the old tricks came naturally. In fact, she was enjoying it so much that she didn’t even notice the bar gradually filling up. Dollar bills of different value kept raining on her and in just two hours, she had earned her next month’s rent.
As she was walking the empty streets of the charming little town that she had just discovered, her thoughts were scrambled and difficult to grasp. The faces jumped from one to the other in her mind. Names and places had altered meanings, some had even mutated into something she no longer couldn’t recognize. That afternoon, the beauty of the town was lost on her. Her feet walked on the narrow streets of cobblestone as if they were set on autopilot. On one of the streets that lead high up above the town, she leaned against a railing, feeling the gentle Mediterranean wind on her face. She closed her eyes and imagined a world in technicolor. Sometimes she wished that she could fly away in the arms of the wind.
For a few days, she had been adrift within the realms of her apartment. Although the sun was still shining bright and the summer clung to the trees and fields, she could already smell the autumn. She sat by her balcony, scanning the sky through the open doorway, watching the summer birds race each other in circles. Soon the swallows would remember the winter winds and make their escape. There was this one particular song that had been playing in her radio awfully lot during these last days of the summer. Its chorus echoed in the corners of her apartment. “And I keep on smiling, keep on moving, can’t stand still…”
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It had been a while since she last had the whole afternoon just for herself. No scheduled meetings, no need to think about anyone else, simply no plans. She smiled as she sat down on the soft fur she had placed in front of the fireplace. She leaned against her fortress of pillows and started to go through her pile of unread romance novels. “What’s this one about…?” she mumbled to herself as she started to read the back of one of her books. The suggestive expressions caught her attention and she started to read the novel from the beginning. At one point, her free hand wandered down along her body, making her silky dress slip over one curve and curl up over the other. Without even realizing it, she was gradually undressing herself while her eyes devoured the racy story of the book. She hadn’t remembered to close the living room curtains, so the old man next door might have gotten an interesting show if he happened to be out on his yard at the right time.