It was a warm evening, the sun setting after a long still day, as she looked out across the rooftops.
The thin dress was not cool but as she moved it moved against her in an almost electric way - and she thought.
She thought of later, sun gone, oppresive evening heat given over to the rain. The rain that always came this time of year - heavy, warm, soft - like a lover in it's caress and explicit in it's pleasure after the humidity of the day.
Her mind flowed over the city, the skyline now a fretwork on the sky as she felt his hand gently fall on her shoulder, down her back, across her buttocks and around her waist.
He pulled her to him as the clouds began to form and his tongue gently caressed her bare neck.
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