'It was hot' just doesn't say enough. 97 degrees; 97 humid degrees. No breeze; the air seemed too heavy to move. The tropics had come to New York City.

And it was worse in the old apartment building; no ventilation, certainly no air-conditioning. Then at approximately 4:05 pm, the power went out. It was probably due to those people who did have AC. Now Jonah would have to walk up six flights of stairs to get to their shoebox apartment and motionless fans.

Velicity Von had worked the breakfast shift at the diner. After that she had gone for her daily workout. She felt clean and fresh after her shower - until she left the club. Within a few blocks, she was like everyone else on the streets - hot and sweaty.

When she got home, she had changed into a blue bikini top and a pair of shorts. She grabbed a cold beer and sat in front of the fan. It didn't help much, but it did help. Her skin glistened with sweat. The radio was playing "Summer in the City".

Jonah got off at 4:00 and Velicity Von was just going to call him when the power went out. Getting him on her cell, she told him to pick up a couple cold cut subs. There was no way she wanted anything hot to eat.

Jonah was in pretty good shape, but six flights in 97 degrees was a real work-out! As he came in the apartment, Velicity Von handed him a cold beer. He took a long drink. Going to the bedroom, he returned shirtless and in shorts. They talked a bit as they ate their subs, but the heat seemed to sap their energy for lengthy conversation.

They turned on their emergency radio (emergency = battery-powered). They sat at opposite ends of the couch, listening to the music, and rubbing the cold bottles on their foreheads before drinking them.

The song "Fever" came on. "Fever, when you kiss me, Fever when you hold me tight." Jonah looked down the length of his bottle at Velicity Von. She almost looked like she had a fever. She was dripping wet, and looked hot. But listening to the song, he thought, "She looks so hot!" Her bikini top and shorts didn't cover a lot.

"You give me fever." Jonah sang the words, "You give me fever, when you kiss me." Velicity Von looked over at him. She could see it in his eyes. He had the fever. And it was very, very contagious! "Fever all through the night."

Jonah moved beside her and pulled her mouth to his. They held the kiss a long time. They paused for a second before the second even more passionate kiss. When they broke that kiss, they took a moment to peel off the few clothes they had on. They didn't bother going to the bedroom. Velicity Von lay on the rug, and Jonah lay on her.

Their bodies embraced, slipping and sliding in their mutual sweat. His erection was hard and impatient. She spread her legs and he pushed inside. She did not mind. Not today. Not in this hot and sweaty sexual fever! They did not make love. They had rutted like lust-crazed fiends: hard and sweaty with moans and groans and breathless encouragements.

Finally with a yell, he pulled out and added his white fluid to her sweat-drenched body. Yet his passion barely waned at all.

Their slippery bodies joined again. Their tongues wrestled furiously. Jonah proceeded down her rubenesque body to her larger than average breasts. He could taste the salt in her sweat as he licked her. Once or twice he also tasted where he had splattered her. he nursed at her nipples, and teased them with his fingers.

Impatient, Velicity Von pushed him down further. He devoured the juicy land between her legs. He gently stroked her clit and licked her front to back. His fingers slipped in and out of her dripping pool. Velicity Von felt the pressure start to build and moaned in anticipation before she climaxed in a rush of orgasmic energy. Jonah greedily drank in the rush of fluids.