Summer Heatwave

Payton pulled into Kylie's driveway, her car tires crunching on the gravel. The sun was high, casting a warm glow over the sprawling house that sat back from the street, surrounded by tall, leafy trees that whispered secrets to the breeze. She stepped out, her sandals slapping against the hot concrete as she made her way to the front door, her beach bag slung over her shoulder. The anticipation of a lazy afternoon by the pool had her pulse quickening, the scent of chlorine and sunscreen already thick in her imagination.

But when she stepped inside, the house was eerily silent. "Kylie?" she called out, her voice echoing through the empty halls. There was no response, just the faint hum of the air conditioning and the distant bark of a neighbor's dog. She frowned, pulling out her phone to check the text again. "Come by around 2, we'll hang out by the pool," it read. She glanced at the time. It was 2:05.

Wandering through the house, Payton found the sliding glass door that led to the backyard and let herself out. The sight of the sparkling blue water made her heart sink. Kylie's husband, Dan, was there, reclining in a lounge chair, a book open on his chest and his sunglasses perched on his nose. He looked up, his eyes lingering on her bikini-clad body for a beat too long. "Hey," he said, his voice a low rumble. "Kylie had to run out. She said she'd be back soon."

Payton felt a knot of tension tighten in her stomach. This was not what she'd planned for. But then she remembered the whispers, the stories Kylie had shared about Dan's exceptional endowment. Average in every way but one, her friend had confided, and that one way had always been enough to keep their sex life spicy. Now, alone with him, she couldn't help but let her gaze drift down to the bulge in his swim trunks. It was definitely not average.

"Make yourself at home," Dan offered, his voice a little too casual. He sat up, setting the book aside. His movements were fluid, hinting at the confidence of a man who knew he had something to offer. "I'll grab us some drinks."

Payton nodded, her eyes following him as he disappeared into the house. The thought of Kylie's words played in her mind like a siren's call. Average in every way but one. As she settled into a lounger, she couldn't help but feel a thrill of anticipation. The air was thick with the scent of sunscreen and the promise of a secret she hadn't meant to uncover

When Dan returned, the ice in the drinks he carried clinked against the glass, drawing her gaze. His physique was indeed average - a slightly soft belly peeked out over the waistband of his trunks, and his chest was more furry than muscular. Yet there was something undeniably appealing about the way he moved, the way his hips swayed slightly with each step. He set a drink down next to her, his fingers brushing hers, and she felt a spark of something she couldn't quite name.

"Where is Kylie?" she asked, her voice a little too high, betraying her nerves.

Dan shrugged, his eyes never leaving hers as he handed her the drink. "She had some last-minute errands. Shouldn't be long. You know how she is, always running around."

Payton took the drink, her hand trembling slightly. "Yeah, I know," she murmured, her voice trailing off. She couldn't help the way her thoughts were racing, imagining all the ways she could take advantage of this unexpected situation. After all, Kylie had practically painted a picture of what lay beneath those swim trunks. She took a sip, the cool liquid calming her nerves a bit.

Dan settled into the chair next to her, his eyes never leaving hers. The silence between them was charged, the air thick with unspoken desires. Payton could feel his gaze on her, tracing the curves of her body, and she shivered despite the heat. She knew what she wanted, and she just needed to make the first move.

Dan leaned over, his hand brushing against her thigh as he reached for the bottle of sunscreen on the small table between them. "Want some?" he asked, holding it out to her.

Payton felt a jolt of electricity at the contact, and she nodded, her breath hitching. "Yeah," she said, trying to sound nonchalant. "Thanks."

Dan squirted a generous amount of sunscreen into his palm and began rubbing it onto her arms, his touch firm and sure. Despite the circumstances, his manner remained respectful, a stark contrast to the way Kylie's other friends had behaved around her. They had always been a little too eager, their compliments edging into territory that made her uncomfortable. But Dan was different. He had never made a move on her, never leered at her in that way that made her skin crawl. His touch was gentle, almost chivalrous, and it sent a warmth spreading through her that had nothing to do with the sun.

As he moved to her shoulders, she felt the knot in her stomach begin to loosen. The scent of the sunscreen filled her nostrils, a coconut-infused aroma that brought back memories of beach vacations and summer romances. She closed her eyes, letting the moment wash over her, and she leaned into his touch, savoring the feel of his hands on her skin.