The temperature was still over a hundred, and their air conditioner was still broken. He put the food he'd picked up for their supper into the refrigerator. Then he ran a cool, rather shallow, bath. It looked so good that he undressed and climbed in to wait.

"In the bathtub, honey," he called as the door slammed.

"My, you look cool," she said. She didn't look cool at all, and her face had a mask of dirt except around the eyes.

"Care to join me? The repair man is backed up until the day after tomorrow."

"Don't mind if I do." She stripped off her office clothes efficiently, almost ignoring him. Yet the process was every bit as sexy as any show intended to arouse. First she removed her blouse and bra, and her breasts swung free as she bent to deal with skirt, shoes and pantyhose. Removing the panties revealed her bare mound.

Then she turned to the medicine cabinet and its mirror. "Ugh," she said.

"I thought that you looked kind of cute, like a raccoon in reverse." She was leaning over slightly, looking closer at her reflection. This view was even cuter. Her ass was pushed a little outward; he could glimpse her pussy through her slightly spread legs. She soaped up a washcloth. "Bring that here."

She handed him the washcloth and climbed between his legs in the tub, her back to him. The glimpses of all her parts in motion stiffened him despite the cool water. Her shiver within the circles of his arms and legs increased the effect.

As she leaned back against him, he washed the grit from her face. He handed her a large plastic mug. "Fill this with hot, please." She barely needed to bend forward to reach the faucets. He poured half the mug over her hair and began to rub the shampoo in.

Her position leaning against his chest wasn't efficient -- his own chin kept getting in his way. But having her in his arms was much more important. And he loved her hair, loved running his fingers through it, rubbing the shampoo into every lock. Finally, he rinsed.

She filled the mug for him; he poured and combed for her. She adjusted the cold faucet and the drain so the water level was nearly constant. Then she leaned back in his arms for a rest. He stroked her slowly -- there was no hurry. Her nipples were hard under his fingers, he was hardening against her back; but they were mostly drifting.

"You won't believe this," she said after a while.

"Hm?"

"I'm starting to get chilly."

"I," he said, "can think of a fun way to warm up." She got out first, and they toweled each other off.