heavy in the air.
'Who the hell is it?' a voice came from the bathroom.
'Barbara. Is that you, Jim?'
'Barbara who?' The voice seemed strained.
'Barbara, the bike freak,' she laughed.
'No shit? C'mon in.'
She opened the bathroom door and saw him sitting in a wooden chair that was placed directly below a shower that poured water on his head a shoulders. His body was perfectly tanned, beautiful muscular perfection.
She had to smile. He looked so wonderfully young.
'What in the world are you doing? You'll ruin that chair. It looks like an antique.'
'Naw,' Jim said, his hair washed flat down over his face. 'Early Salvation Army. These landlord gougers give us shit for furniture, they figure they've got a captive audience. Serves 'em right, the bastards.'
'But how long have you been sitting there? Your skin's shriveling up.'
'Big bash last night. This is the best thing for a hangover. Cold water, man. Cold water and then a hot woman. Cure you every time.'
'oh? Well then you've got both, haven't you.' She started slipping out of her shorts.
'Yeah, awesome. I'm just lucky, I guess. You like cold showers? Climb in. To tell you the truth I've thought about you a lot. You were some kinda lay, lady. Hmmm. That brings back some memories…'
Barbara was stark naked now as she stepped into the shower stall. She wasted no time kneeling to her hot young hunk. Barbara's lips and tongue were busy doing what they did best. In the middle of the heated session in the cold shower, the old chair broke.
Neither the hot sucking woman nor the young horny college student cared. Barbara hungrily continued blowing her dream lover knowing that all her plans would work out.
