Heat Waves by Carrie Anne Ward Page A

was coming fast and hard, as he would be
if her hand didn’t let up on the intense repetitive strokes along
his shaft. It hadn’t occurred to Cole how close the cart in front
was, until the head’s of the couple before him twitched from the
sound of his erotic moans escaping his mouth.
    There was tension brewing inside of him, and
with the bumps and dips of the ride adding to the insensitivity,
Cole was almost ready to explore. Just at that very moment, the
pressure around his cock gave way, and when he turned his head
towards Vicki, he found her licking her lips and smirking just as
the cart rolled into the station. A frenzied panic set in, and Cole
struggled to tuck his rigid cock back into the confinements of his
jeans.
    Cole felt the warm blow of Vicki’s breath at
his ear, and he caught a waft of her scent, which he inhaled
sharply. She smelt like strawberries, which made his mouth
salivate.
    “Catch me if you can,” she whispered with a
mischievous tone laced in her voice, and jumped out of the cart the
second the bar popped up.
     
    Boy, was she fast for someone in such tall
shoes, and, ok, she had a bit of a head start due to the wrestling
Cole had with his erection and its reluctance to go back into his
jeans. However, she was easy to spot in the crowd, with that
beautiful red hair of hers, and as he pushed his way past the
people, he saw that menacing grin in the distance and those eyes
sparkling back at him as she disappeared into the mirror maze. This
woman was amazing, he knew nothing about her, but, unlike all the
other unknown women he took to bed, this one he wanted to
know.
    He reached the paying booth and was greeted
by a scruffy young man reading a comic.
    “Excuse me, other than the redhead that just
went through, is there anyone else in this maze?” Cole panted,
still a little out of breath from chasing after Vicki.
    “No sir. Just the redhead.”
    “Can you keep it that way until I say so?”
asked Cole as he slipped ten twenty pound notes through the gap
beneath the glass panel. The young man’s eyes went wide with shock;
he nodded, turned the sign round in his booth to closed, and pulled
down the blind.
     
    It was dark, with limited spot lights for
illumination. The heat inside was sticky and close, there was
excitement crackling through the space about him. The further he
travelled, twisting and turning within the maze, the heavier and
more intense the air grew. He felt the sweat protruding from his
skin, dotting across his forehead. His heart was pounding,
deafening almost, within his ears. The smell of strawberries blew
briefly past him, and he knew she was nearby, but the only person
he could see was himself reflecting in the mirrors around him. With
every corner he took, the more his breath burned in his throat, and
the fiercer the adrenaline pumping through his vein.
    He turned one last bend, but quickly jumped
back, hiding from Vicki’s sight. “You look lost, Victoria?” he
questioned with a hint of amusement in his voice
    “No, just waiting for you to come find
me.”
    Cole chuckled and stepped around the corner,
locking his eyes with Vicki’s in the reflective glass before her.
He strolled up behind her with only thoughts of lust clouding his
mind, and he pushed his nose into her hair, inhaling on her
mouth-watering scent. He snaked his right hand around her waist,
over her bare belly, and sighed at the feeling of her soft skin
under his fingers. He watched in awe as the hairs on her body
responded to his touch. He brushed her long red locks to one side,
exposing her neck for him to pepper soft, sensual kisses from her
shoulder to her ear lobe. He took his free hand and manoeuvred it
into the gap between her shorts and stomach, and skated south. It
lingered on her pelvis for a few moments, building the suspense,
but when he heard the sweet, erotic tone of her voice moaning in
frustration, he glided his fingers over her throbbing folds and
into her warm, welcoming sex. She