The water has just stopped running. My skin is warm, my hair still damp, and I take my time with the towel. I press it between my legs, around my breasts, teasing myself as much as you. Then I start rubbing lotion into my thighs, up my belly, over my chest. My fingers glide with every stroke, slow and soft. I slip into a tiny thong and a relaxed little top. It is just for staying in... but I know what this moment does to you.