I always get the ‘heatwave horn’ – there’s no telling what I might do

As I opened the front door, my jaw dropped.

Standing in my foyer was a gorgeous man wearing nothing but a towel – which, seconds later, he let fall to the floor. I was rendered speechless by the sight of his sun-kissed skin and taut muscles, but kept my eyes firmly above his waist.

‘I just wanted to come upstairs and say hi,’ he said with a cheeky smile.

Lawrence* and I had met just an hour earlier down by the pool in the communal area. I asked if I could join him in the water and he happily welcomed my company.

We flirted wildly as I learned that he’s in town on holiday and staying in my building. Around 20 minutes later, having organised to meet a friend for lunch and in need of a shower before I did, I excused myself.

I had a distinct feeling that I’d see him again – but not quite this soon. And not quite this naked.

‘Well this is a nice surprise,’ I replied, while finally allowing my eyes to wander downwards.

Let’s just say that Lawrence was very happy to see me.

Suddenly, without warning, he reached his arm towards my waist and pulled me in so that we were standing with our faces inches apart.

I smiled and gently nodded – a silent version of giving my consent – and he leaned in for a hot, passionate kiss.

‘If you’re free later, let’s meet up. I am staying two floors down in flat 26,’ he said when we finally came up for air.

Seconds later, he picked up his towel, got in the lift, and left me standing in the doorway with a dazed expression and scrambled brain.

This delightful moment took place during a very hot summer several years ago and I still find the entire thing utterly bizarre in the best way possible.

I’m not actually all that surprised by my actions because I’ve always been a sucker for a good combination of sunshine and sex. When the heatwave horn hits, there’s no telling what I might do.

And I’m not alone in feeling this way.

Many studies show a spike in people’s sex drives when we get more Vitamin D, with one survey suggesting that July is our friskiest month.

With the UK experiencing unusually high temperatures right now that could easily match summer months, my libido has been feeling the effects – and with little warning at times.

Take earlier this week, when my boyfriend and I were on our way to the supermarket, hardly the sexiest of activities. But I couldn’t keep my hands off him; I was soon running my fingers down his jeans, grabbing his butt and kissing his shoulder.

I got myself so hot and bothered that he eventually had to tell me to stop because we were in public. It was a very fair point but something that my sun and sex fogged brain had all but forgotten.

We picked things up when we got home and he delivered the orgasm I’d craved all day.

In the past, I’ve been much naughtier with my desires.

During a hot summer’s day, one of my lovers asked me to swing by during his lunch break. 

We ended up making out on a picnic table by the bar where he worked. 

At one point, his hands slipped inside my jeans shorts and I struggled to keep quiet. 

Thankfully, there was no one around and we were well out of view from the main street.

Another time, the heatwave horn saw me shag my then-boyfriend at his workplace. We found a quiet room and went at it for about 15 minutes. 

It was incredibly hot but I was terrified that someone might walk in. 

The hot weather has also seen me shag on a sun lounger in full view of a dozen people. It was very fun but I don’t recommend doing this at your average all-inclusive hotel.

This was at a private swingers resort where virtually anything goes, so we didn’t break any rules or laws.

The horn doesn’t just see me choose peculiar sexual locations – it can also impact my choice of partner. Like that time I decided it would be a splendid idea to get in touch with a former flame for a heatwave hook-up.