heat.
Preparing to take a quick shower to cool off before curling up with her book, Jayden unbuttoned her blouse. The few times she wasn’t displeased with her less than ample breasts was when it was extremely hot and her adequate but firm breasts made wearing a bra unnecessary ... at least while she was at home.
The air conditioner began to vibrate with a metal against metal clatter. It sputtered, coughed, then died.
"Please, not today," Jayden groaned. Every time this happened, she promised herself that she’d replace the damn thing, but the weather always changed or something more pressing developed to eat up the extra money. Not bothering to re-button her blouse, Jayden merely tied the front together under her breasts, slipped her feet into her sandals, and headed toward the front door.
Stepping onto the front porch, she felt as if she walked into a blast furnace. Not a leaf, a blade of grass, or even the air stirred. Even on the calmest days she could always count on a gentle ocean breeze ... not today. It was as if some evil force had pressed a pause button, stopping all movement on earth.
"Get a grip," Jayden scolded herself. There were times when, even though she didn’t take them seriously, her grandmother’s dire warnings unnerved her. And then there was the sweltering heat. It did weird things to people.
The waves continued to wash against the shore. All was as it should be ... except the heat and the damn air conditioner.
Jayden spared barely a glance toward the sun setting on the horizon before making her way to the rear of the cottage where the casing of the air conditioner stuck out from her bedroom window. She picked up the hammer she’d left on top of the unit for just this purpose and proceeded to add another dent to the metal, dents caused from similar repair jobs in the past. The air conditioner began to hum.
"Come on old boy, you can do it," she encouraged. The hum grew louder, it started to vibrate, then quit.
So much for being nice. "Start, you son-of-a-bitch," she demanded, then gave it another hard wallop. The hum returned, the vibration, then with a cough and reluctant shudder, the motor took hold. "Thank you, God," Jayden said. Nevertheless, she waited a few minutes to make sure it didn’t stop again before replacing the hammer on top of the air conditioner in case she needed it again.
Returning to the porch, she paused for a moment as she shook the sand from her sandals. The sun was nearly gone. All that remained was a glowing red tip on the horizon. The sunset was another reason for Jayden to resent the oppressive heat wave. What Jayden considered to be a perfect evening consisted of a light dinner, a leisurely walk along the beach, and sitting on the front porch with a glass of wine to watch the sunset. For the past week it had been too damn hot and appeared to be getting worse each day.
At least the air conditioner had been considerate enough to throw its temper tantrum before she had her shower. Turning on the water in the tub, she then removed her blouse and tossed it inside the clothes hamper followed by her shorts and panties. Running her hand through the flow to make sure the water
temperature was just slightly warm, she pulled the lever to switch from tub to shower. Jayden stepped into the tub, pulling the shower curtain closed after her. Closing her eyes, she turned her face upward into the spray and raked her fingers through her hair to comb it back from her face, savoring the soothing sensation as the tepid water flowed down her overheated flesh.
Eyes still closed, she blindly reached for the shampoo bottle within the recessed shelf on the tub enclosure and proceeded to wash her hair, which was no easy task. Long and thick with a natural tendency to curl, the humidity made her hair even curlier and nearly impossible to manage. Sheer frustration had once compelled Jayden to cut her hair short and she’d ended up looking like a cross between Shirley Temple and Annie,
Preparing to take a quick shower to cool off before curling up with her book, Jayden unbuttoned her blouse. The few times she wasn’t displeased with her less than ample breasts was when it was extremely hot and her adequate but firm breasts made wearing a bra unnecessary ... at least while she was at home.
The air conditioner began to vibrate with a metal against metal clatter. It sputtered, coughed, then died.
"Please, not today," Jayden groaned. Every time this happened, she promised herself that she’d replace the damn thing, but the weather always changed or something more pressing developed to eat up the extra money. Not bothering to re-button her blouse, Jayden merely tied the front together under her breasts, slipped her feet into her sandals, and headed toward the front door.
Stepping onto the front porch, she felt as if she walked into a blast furnace. Not a leaf, a blade of grass, or even the air stirred. Even on the calmest days she could always count on a gentle ocean breeze ... not today. It was as if some evil force had pressed a pause button, stopping all movement on earth.
"Get a grip," Jayden scolded herself. There were times when, even though she didn’t take them seriously, her grandmother’s dire warnings unnerved her. And then there was the sweltering heat. It did weird things to people.
The waves continued to wash against the shore. All was as it should be ... except the heat and the damn air conditioner.
Jayden spared barely a glance toward the sun setting on the horizon before making her way to the rear of the cottage where the casing of the air conditioner stuck out from her bedroom window. She picked up the hammer she’d left on top of the unit for just this purpose and proceeded to add another dent to the metal, dents caused from similar repair jobs in the past. The air conditioner began to hum.
"Come on old boy, you can do it," she encouraged. The hum grew louder, it started to vibrate, then quit.
So much for being nice. "Start, you son-of-a-bitch," she demanded, then gave it another hard wallop. The hum returned, the vibration, then with a cough and reluctant shudder, the motor took hold. "Thank you, God," Jayden said. Nevertheless, she waited a few minutes to make sure it didn’t stop again before replacing the hammer on top of the air conditioner in case she needed it again.
Returning to the porch, she paused for a moment as she shook the sand from her sandals. The sun was nearly gone. All that remained was a glowing red tip on the horizon. The sunset was another reason for Jayden to resent the oppressive heat wave. What Jayden considered to be a perfect evening consisted of a light dinner, a leisurely walk along the beach, and sitting on the front porch with a glass of wine to watch the sunset. For the past week it had been too damn hot and appeared to be getting worse each day.
At least the air conditioner had been considerate enough to throw its temper tantrum before she had her shower. Turning on the water in the tub, she then removed her blouse and tossed it inside the clothes hamper followed by her shorts and panties. Running her hand through the flow to make sure the water
temperature was just slightly warm, she pulled the lever to switch from tub to shower. Jayden stepped into the tub, pulling the shower curtain closed after her. Closing her eyes, she turned her face upward into the spray and raked her fingers through her hair to comb it back from her face, savoring the soothing sensation as the tepid water flowed down her overheated flesh.
Eyes still closed, she blindly reached for the shampoo bottle within the recessed shelf on the tub enclosure and proceeded to wash her hair, which was no easy task. Long and thick with a natural tendency to curl, the humidity made her hair even curlier and nearly impossible to manage. Sheer frustration had once compelled Jayden to cut her hair short and she’d ended up looking like a cross between Shirley Temple and Annie,
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