Relaxing and smoothing. And long.

Abby's shower was a blissful escape from the muddy mess she'd endured during her jog. Warm water cascaded down her body, melting away the cool, squelchy mud that had seeped into every crevice, chafing her skin and weighing her down. She soaped her arms, working the lather into a rich foam that slid down her skin like silk, caressing her curves. Her fingers traced the contours of her shoulders, then moved down to her breasts, where she lingered, washing away the mud and grime that had accumulated between them. The soap suds tickled her nipples, sending shivers down her spine.

As she washed, Abby's mind wandered back to her long, indulgent showers of the past. She'd always loved spending time under the warm water, feeling it seep into her muscles and calm her mind. Her hands moved down her body, soap suds gliding across her skin, caressing her hips, thighs, and legs. She paid special attention to the areas where the mud had chafed and irritated her skin, gently massaging the soap into her flesh, feeling the tender skin begin to relax and renew.

The warm water and soothing suds lulled Abby into a state of deep relaxation. She felt her muscles unwind, her breath slow, and her mind quiet. Despite assuring Matt she'd be quick this time, she found herself getting lost in the relaxing rhythm of the shower. The minutes ticked by, and the steam built up, fogging the sink mirror and reducing visibility to almost zero.

As she finally turned off the water, Abby felt refreshed, renewed, and utterly relaxed. She reached out, her hand swiping across the fogged mirror, wiping away the condensation to reveal her own smiling face, flushed and radiant from the heat...