Heatwave (futa/female, oral, light anal)

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This story contains futa/female, oral, light anal

Heatwave

“…And in the weather, more bad news today as the temperature has reached a record one hundred and four degrees, the seventh day in what we hope will only be a week long heat wave. Children and the elderly are reminded to stay indoors and do everything possible to stay hydrated. Local meteorologist Strom Rodgers is reporting that we could be in line for a lightning storm tonight. We’re hoping that the local nine doesn’t cool down, as our boys have been as hot as the weather, winning their last five games and eight of their last ten. Moving onto business…” the radio went on, blaring from someone’s car stereo system. At least this one wasn’t in Spanish.

Oh god, another day of this heat! Why did I move to the city? It’s like a burning oven during the summer time! And I missed my god forsaken bus, so now I have to walk eight fucking blocks down the street. As if things couldn’t get much worse, the air conditioning at the office broke on Wednesday, so for the last two days it’s felt like a hundred and twenty! It was so hot that they were required to send us home, governor’s order. Not like I have much else to look forward to when I get home, it’s going to be just as hot. What I would have given for a thunderstorm then.

Well, there I was. Eight blocks in the midday sun, and what’s my reward? Five floors up, no elevators, no central air, no air conditioning. Only stairway after stairway. I just poured the rest of my water bottle over my face before embarking on the climb. It was barely manageable, and I stomped up the stairs like a three hundred pound oaf.

The only reason I wanted to live here was because it was such a quiet building, in a nice neighborhood, and close to my job. In addition, it’s an old building, which means the apartment is actually nice, and big. My girlfriend and I are the only young people living there, the other occupants are almost all elderly couples. They all get up early, go to sleep early, and don&#8217