The heatwave was leaving me sexually frustrated – until I found the answer

Now, if you were to go into our garden, all you will hear is the sounds of splashing, giggling and moaning (Picture: Getty Images)

Sitting in our paddling pool, I finally sighed in relief.

The heatwave had made it exhausting to do much around the house. Even if I went to sit in the garden – shade or otherwise – it was sweltering.

We didn’t use the oven and ate just cold foods – standing in front of our fridge, rummaging around like raccoons. 

Fans were littered in every room, and even our cat had resigned himself to shade within the house – under the coffee table.

And on top of it all, I wasn’t getting laid. 

While we usually led a frequent sex life, my partner Sebastian* and I had not been able to get down and dirty for two weeks because it was simply too hot.

The frustration was getting to me. But after watching the cult classic film Showgirls, with the very well-known swimming pool sex scene, I came up with an idea.

Our paddling pool.

And now, if you were to go into our garden, all you will hear is the sounds of splashing, giggling and moaning.

Earlier in the week, I had attempted to initiate sex – and it went terribly wrong.

My partner and I hadn’t been able to get down and dirty because it was simply too hot (Picture: Getty Images/iStockphoto)

I put on a red little number one night, lay on the bed and waited for Sebastian. But everything felt uncomfortable. The sheets kept sticking to me, and the elaborate strings and ribbons on my lingerie became irritating in the heat.

It was suffocating. The thick air meant I breathed heavier, and the fan merely moved this hot air around me.

By the time Sesbastian had come into our bedroom, I was in a state of frustration, pulling at the ribbons on my outfit and grunting loudly at them. 

Not quite the sexy introduction I wanted.

After he chuckled at me, we still attempted sex – but as soon as our bodies touched, all I wanted to do was pull away.

Sweat piled up between us and as we slipped our clothes off, we became exhausted before anything was able to happen.

Sebastian pushed me away, out of breath: ‘No, I can’t’, he said before getting out of bed and going for a freezing-cold shower.

Saddened but relieved, I rolled over and fell asleep.

It was going to be another evening of no sex. I dreamt about having sex that night, like most other nights, as a reminder that I wasn’t getting any. It was beyond frustrating.  

But everything changed the next evening.

As the sun began to set, it still didn’t feel cooler outside, and in turn, our bodies were emanating heat as if we were supernovas colliding into each other.

Our bodies were emanating heat (Picture: Getty Images)

Putting on one of my favourites – Showgirls – we settled down to watch the film, with a bowl of popcorn, fan blasting. Soon, we managed to get horny despite the film being chaotically sexy – in a funny but weird way.

And as we started making out, from the corner of my eye, the swimming pool sex scene started. 

‘Wait,’ I pushed Sebastian off me and pointed to the TV. ‘Babe – we have a paddling pool’.

Sebastian’s eyes widened as he understood and we both smiled happily.

‘Tomorrow,’ he said, before pulling me in for another kiss.

We went to bed giddy that night – firmly on either end of the bed, lying on top of the duvet, unable to touch.

We went to bed lying on top of the duvet because it was so hot (Picture: Getty Images/Westend61)

By the time I woke up the next day, Sebastian was already out in the garden, taking our paddling pool out of the box. It’s around 2 metres long, so we can fit comfortably in it.

It was 10am when I jumped into the pool, Sebastian by my side. The sun was beating down on us, so we put up a cheap gazebo we had tucked away.

Smiling, I lunged myself at Sebastian and we pressed our bodies against each other. Our hands were everywhere, our mouths kissing as much of each other’s bodies as we could.

After a week of not being able to even hug without getting too hot, we were finally able to touch each other.

And my god, did we touch.

We were finally able to touch each other, says Sydney (Picture: Getty Images)

While we didn’t have sex – we have respect for our neighbours, and pool sex isn’t technically safe, especially with the lack of good lubrication – we still satisfied our need for intimacy.

Sebastian was wrapped around me, and I could feel our excited bodies rub against each other. It was more than I needed and I finally felt all my pent-up sexual frustration leave me.

I always find intimacy more satisfying than sex itself. While sex is incredibly important to me, I feel a big part of that need is met if my partner and I simply make out.

When he holds my hand, I smile. When he gives me a random hug, my shoulders relax.

During this heatwave, I hadn’t realised how much of that I missed.

Luckily, we’ve got our paddling pool – and we’re able to get close again. 

That paddling pool now sits proudly in our garden, and is, some may say, awfully overused.

*Name has been changed

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