The sweat streamed down her body as she carried the groceries from the car. She was alone this weekend, her boyfriend was off with his family, who she didn't get along with, so she figured it was best she say she had things to do and stay here on her own, maybe plan a girls night in. But right now, in this heat and humidity, she'd rather be arguing with his parents at their cabin by the lake and she was damned if she was inviting the girls round when she felt this bad.
The sun was setting, but it didn't lower the temperature any. If anything the air just felt closer, wetter, this heat was killing her, driving her blood pressure through the roof and her libido with it. They couldn't afford air conditioning so the house had been baking all day. She went in and pushed open all the windows in the hope of some relief, but nothing stirred, no breath of breeze, no susurration of leaves to give her hope that the air moved at all. Even the cicadas couldn't be bothered to chirp it was so damned hot.
She went from room to room, switching on the ceiling fans, trying to create a draught, but all she did was emulate a fan oven, the hot air blasting over her body, and she soon turned them off again. There was to be no relief from this sweltering, this sauna, this hot box. She needed to get cool and she needed to feel clean.
She stripped off on her way to the shower, dropping her clothes as she went, her clammy cotton dress and soaking panties peeled off her sticky body and left in soggy heaps as she stepped into the cubicle and turned on the cold water. At first it was hot, warmed by the temperature of the house, but then suddenly it was icy on her skin, instant gooseflesh her reward, but she knew she had to endure it to reduce her bodys core temperature.
As the water cooled the air in the confined space she began to breathe easier, slowly soaping away the grime that had accumulated on her skin, the sweat that had tricked over her all day as she dehydrated. She'd drunk pint after pint of water from the cooler in the office, but she seemed to sweat it all out as soon as she drank it, she hadn't even peed all day and she was worried that she would end up with a kidney or bladder infection if she didn't get herself cooled down and rehydrated properly. Hygiene had to take a high priority in this weather, too, and she made sure she took her razor to every bit of body hair she could find, under her arms, down her legs, and even her pubic hair, losing all of it in the hope of shedding bacteria and heat traps as much as preferring to be smooth and fresh.
An hour seemed to do it, she was calm again, her blood pressure down, the goosebumps had stopped. Her heart beat slower and she seemed to be less light headed as she toweled herself down, knowing that it would soon return, that the heat would get to her again so quickly she might as well not have bothered, but she couldn't have stayed that hot any longer, she'd felt like she was dying.
Naked, she stalked through the dark corridors, down the stairs to the kitchen to fetch a cold bottle of water from the refrigerator which she gulped from before she even closed the door, bathed in the bluish light, feeling the icy waft on her nipples and belly as she drank gratefully. She took out a second bottle and closed the door, padding back upstairs to her room. She'd left the fan running in here and against all the odds it seemed a little cooler than the rest of the house. Laying on the bed she let the blades turn above her, making her skin prickle pleasantly as she fell into an exhausted sleep, the heat of the day having sapped all her energy.
* * * * *
She was awake and she was hot. Unbearably hot. She assumed it was the heat that had woken her, but then she heard the noise that had disturbed her sleep.
"Ping"
Damn, the computer. She'd switched it on when she was first home, not realising that she had then left it on after her shower. No wonder it was so hot in here. She went to her desk and turned on her monitor.
"Hi, is it hot there?"
"Hi Jerry, yes, it's hot here. Any more stupid questions?" She typed. Her boyfriend wasn't known for his tact.
"Yeah, you horny?" Well that was an odd thing for him to ask. Although now he mentioned it, she'd been horny all day, the heat driving her nuts and her damp panties chafing against her clit hadn't helped any, either.
"Now you come to mention it..." She responded.
"Why don't you turn the web cam on?" She paused for a moment. She'd bought the cam for talking to her mother, so she could see that she wasn't wasting away, but Jerry had never asked to cam with her before, maybe the heat was getting to him, too. She looked at the time on her browser window and saw it was nearly midnight; his parents must be in bed, he was probably out on the porch with his laptop. Why not, she thought, let's give the boy a bit of a thrill, and she leaned forward and turned on her cam. A tiny picture of her naked body and the room behind her came up on her messenger.
"How horny are you?" He asked.
"Oh, pretty horny. What about you?"
"I'm sitting here with my cock in my hand thinking of you and looking at your tits." Jerry had always liked her tits. "If you're as horny as me, why don't you play with yourself?" She felt embarrassed, this wasn't like Jerry at all, but with the heat that was building under her skin again she could feel the moisture building between her legs as her lips puckered, wanting something to ease their ache.
"You're pretty cock sure of yourself tonight, what's got into you?" She asked.
"The heat, the humidity, the sight of you."
"I'd have thought it'd be cooler at the lake."
"I'm not at the lake." Now she was really confused.
