Free Demon Wind by Kay wilde Page B

with an uncontrollable riot of reddish-blonde curls. At least with her hair long, the weight pulled some of the curl out and she could either braid it or pull it back in a clip.
    Rinsing her hair just enough to keep shampoo from dripping down into her eyes, Jayden squeezed soft soap onto a ball of soft nylon net. Working up a foamy lather, she washed her face, neck, and arms, then moved down her chest to her breasts. The slightly course nylon fabric caused her nipples to tighten and grow harder with each pass. A soft moan escaped her lips as she moved the lathered nylon down her stomach and between her legs. Jayden’s hand froze.
    "Stupid," she scolded herself. "The goal is to cool off, not make yourself hotter." Enough said. Jayden made quick work of washing her body then stood under the spray until the last bit of soap was rinsed from her hair and body. She remained in the shower until the water became unbearably cold and her already sensitized nipples puckered to an almost painful hardness.
    Returning to her bedroom wearing nothing but a skimpy towel wrapped around herself sarong fashion and another around her head, Jayden sifted through her lingerie drawer for something cool to put on.
    Even though her beach cottage was on private property and in a relatively secluded area, she didn’t feel comfortable running around nude. Unearthing the white, barely-there fabric of the baby doll PJ’s she’d bought on impulse more than a year ago, she hesitated only an instant before asking herself, "What are you saving them for?" It wasn’t as if she had someone she wanted to entice. Living in an area where the average age of the locals was seventy, and the male to female ratio was three women to every man, she didn’t see her dismal love life changing in the foreseeable future.
    Taking the manicure scissors from the catch-all pottery bowl, Jayden cut the plastic loop that attached the brief bikini panties to the top, and then cut off the price tags which also remained attached to the garment. Allowing her towel to drop to the floor, she stepped into the panties made of sheer, see-through fabric which left nothing to the imagination. The top consisted of thin spaghetti straps, a stretchy lace bodice which molded her breasts as if it had been painted on, and more see through, chiffon like fabric which fell from just beneath her breasts to her hips.
    "Jeez. What a waste," Jayden said as she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror of her antique vanity dresser. She was almost tempted to change into something else, to save the baby dolls for when, or if, someone special came into her life. "Oh, what the hell." The baby dolls were comfortable, they were
    cool, and there wasn’t enough fabric to restrict what little air was circulating in the room.
    Taking a seat on the padded bench in front of the vanity, Jayden towel-dried her hair, picked up her brush made of wide-set plastic bristles and proceeded to brush the tangles from her hair. Knowing the lesser of her just washed hair evils, was to leave it loose to air dry, she returned the brush to the vanity and reached for the beauty secret her grandmother swore by ... vitamin E oil. At seventy-five, Theresa Parrish’s complexion was ageless and relatively line free without the aid of cosmetic surgery. While many of her grandmother’s friends caked on the make-up in a vain attempt to look younger, Theresa used her vitamin E oil as a moisturizer, and little else, which gave her face a healthy glow that defied time.
    Not one to argue with success, Jayden moistened her fingertips with the oil and smoothed it onto her face and neck.
    "Who would have thought something so simple and inexpensive," Jayden said as she screwed the cap back on the bottle. She knew that while her face looked greasy now, in no time at all her skin would absorb the oil, leaving her with the glow often attributed to the Parrish women.
    After a quick trip to the kitchen for a fresh glass of lemonade, Jayden