What a fucking day. The heat was intolerable, coupled with stifling humidity. Gloria's office was usually quite comfortable but the AC just wasn't keeping up that Wednesday afternoon.
She felt like a steamed ham by the time she was able to clock out just before 5.
The car was worse. She started with the windows open, trying to clear out the worse of the oven heat and only rolled them up when the AC started accomplishing something. It was just bearable by the time her thirty-minute drive was done.
Thank god the house itself was cool. She'd beaten her husband William home. She made a beeline for the shower.
Gloria wasn't very tall and she carried what can only be described as "plenty of padding". But a lot of that padding was tied up in her bra.
Mrs. McCoy loved her body. Every curve and cranny. And she loved the effect her enormous tits had on men. They were her pride and joy.
But on days like today, the crease under her soft mountains could get as nasty as an armpit. She shucked her work clothes and sighed with release when her bra came free. She started the shower and massaged her strap-grooved shoulders while waiting for it to get hot.
She shook her head; it was weird how much she wanted a hot shower despite the miserable heat of the day.
When the temperature was to her liking, she stepped in. It stung just a bit but she bore it and thirty seconds later she sighed and relaxed as her body adjusted.
Eyes closed, she rolled her shoulders under the jets. After a bit, she turned to face the shower-head, the water feeling very hot again on her tender chest. She ran her hands over her generous belly and up under her heavy tits. She sighed again as the numbing heat did its work.
Gloria dipped her head into the cascade. In full sunlight, her thick brunette main showed hints of amber but usually, it resembled dark chocolate.
When wet, it was nearly black. Under the influence of the shower, her thick waves turned to clinging sheets.
She reached blindly for her shampoo and pulled her head back from the water. She squeezed half a handful into her palm and then started to work it into her scalp, building lather. The scent of lilac and sage filled her head.
She *almost* didn't notice him step into the shower. He tried, but the waft of cold air from the curtain was impossible to miss. And the tub creaked.
So she wasn't surprised when a second pair of hands, thick-fingered and strong, glided up her back, shoulder and neck and into the roots of her tresses. As she swept her hands front to back, their fingers entwined in the middle of her hair.
She sighed and leaned back against William. He wasn't a tall man but there was a very male solidity to is square, swarthy stature that always felt vital and powerful.
Neither said a word. He massaged her scalp while she worked the thick bubbles through her hair. She luxuriated in the feeling. The rest of the world drifted away and they were just man and woman.
William was patient. Gloria had completely lost track of time and petty concerns like work and bills before his hands made their way down her neck, across her back and around to possessively scoop up her heavy bounty.
Her breasts were soapy and slick and sensitive from the hot water and steamy situation. She moaned and pressed her own hands down on their upper slopes. All four hands together couldn't quite contain all of her plentiful blessings.
