The hot spell had lasted for 5 days so far, and wasn't forecast to break for another 4 days at least. The relentless heat had wilted the South East of England, with the expected travel chaos as rails buckled and roads melted.
Donna loved the heat. She couldn't stand people moaning about the weather all the time. She loved the feeling of the sun on her skin. Loved being able to wear nice summery clothes to show off her figure. And most of all, she loved how uninhibited it made other people.
She compared notes with her husband John each evening about the things they had seen that day which had turned them on.
They had been married for 7 years, and had a bit of a wobbly patch a year ago when they were both working too hard and they sort of drifted apart - each not giving the other the attention they deserved in the bedroom and it nearly drove a wedge between them.
Luckily, they had decided to take some relationship counselling sessions - most of which focused on their sex life. They discovered that they hadn't been fully honest with each other, and bottled in their feelings when it came to sex generally, and what turned them on in particular. Their therapist got them to try simple strategies, like being vocal if something made them horny - and asking for what they wanted in the bedroom.
So they had started a ritual of telling each other each evening all the things they had seen during the day that had made them horny. A handsome stranger giving Donna a smile. The hot girl at the coffee shop flirting with John. A glimpse of a nipple through a top. A sex scene on TV. They recounted these small things to each other and shared fantasies openly.
As a result, their sex life was now fantastic. They were able to act out some fantasies together (like filming themselves having sex, visiting a nude beach, and buying Donna a vibrator and some sexy underwear from a sex shop on the high street). They had sex much more often than before, and in some interesting places too - in a quiet spot in the woods on a picnic. In the sea on holiday. In chic hotels booked under false names...
And now summer was here, and Donna hadn't slept properly since the beginning of the hot weather - the sticky heat combining with raging hormones and all manner of erotic thoughts to prevent her from dropping off. John was happy to help satisfy this spike in her sex drive. They spent most of their time after work either in their house or garden doing various naughty things to each other, or down the pub beer garden, talking about what they wanted to when they got home.
Tonight was one of those post pub nights. Donna had persuaded John to go for a drink, mainly by wearing a maxi dress with a halter neck that showed her beautiful breasts off to perfection. Because of the cut of the dress she couldn't wear a bra, and the thin material made that very obvious. Donna had very pronounced nipples - large and sensitive sitting atop pert C cup tits. They were tits that turned heads normally, and shown off in *that* way made men (and women) forget where they were for a moment.
She had loved the attention she got walking to the pub along the canal tow path - passing dog walkers and joggers who openly gawped at her chest as she walked. One poor chap nearly fell in as he turned to get a better look as he jogged by.
In the pub it had been no different. The barman fumbled their order because he was trying to get a look at her hard nipples stretching the fabric. John whispered filth into Donna's ear about how the barman was going to relieve himself in the toilet thinking about her. The waitress who brought their drinks stood chatting for too long, also staring openly at Donna as she played with her hair. Once she was gone, John gave a similar commentary- this time playing on Donna's lesbian fantasy as he described what the 19 year old waitress probably wanted to do with her.
