Right after some very nice lotion

When she finally turned off the cold water too, gentle dryers automatically turned on, buffeting her in air that smelled much better than before. She closed her eyes and just breathed, enjoying the tingling of her skin and the deep fragrance of the bodywash. Whatever the base note the two shared was, it smelled even better as a combination with both florals.

Her gaze fell on one last bottle on the shelf - a pearlescent lotion in the same crystal container as the other products. After the miracle the body wash had worked on her chafed thighs, she was curious what the lotion might do. She reached for it, dispensing a generous amount into her palm.

The texture was unlike any lotion she'd used before - slightly viscous with an almost silky quality that made it glide between her fingers. It had an opalescent sheen when she tilted her hand, catching the light in a way that reminded her of something she couldn't quite place. The scent was similar to the other products but with an added warmth, almost saltiness, that complemented the floral notes perfectly.

Well, she wasn't going to feel even slightly bad wasting it. Starting with her feet, the lotion seemed to melt into her skin on contact, leaving behind that same pleasant tingling sensation but with an added warmth that seemed to penetrate deep into her muscles. The tension in her arches began to dissolve almost immediately. By the time she reached her calves, she noticed her muscles relaxing in a way that went beyond just the hot shower. Tension she hadn't even realized she was carrying seemed to melt away under her fingertips.

She worked her way up her legs methodically, applying far more product than necessary. The bottle seemed inexhaustible, and there was something deeply satisfying about using these obscenely expensive products with such wanton disregard. The slickness of the lotion made her hands glide effortlessly over her skin, and she found herself massaging it in with increasingly lingering strokes.

"God, that's good," she groaned, applying more to her thighs. The redness from chafing was already fading, and in its place came a warmth that radiated outward from wherever she applied the substance. She worked it thoroughly into her skin, noting how the lotion seemed to become slightly thinner and more translucent as her body heat activated it.

When she reached the junction of her thighs, she hesitated only briefly before applying more lotion. The chafing had been worst there, after all - it was perfectly reasonable to be thorough. The tingling intensified immediately as she worked the slick substance over her outer lips, her fingers gliding effortlessly through the pearly fluid.

Her fingers slipped between her folds almost of their own accord, spreading the slick lotion across her most sensitive flesh. She was already wet, she realized with distant surprise, and not just from the shower. The lotion seemed to blend with her own slickness, creating a sensation that made her knees weak. Her fingertips circled her entrance almost of their own accord, then dipped slightly inside.

"Oh," she breathed, surprised by how good it felt. The lotion seemed to create a perfect glide, reducing friction while simultaneously heightening sensation. Her fingers moved with increasing purpose, circling her entrance, then drifting up to her clit, which was already swelling under her touch.

A moment of clarity broke through the haze of pleasure. What was she doing? She pulled her hand away with effort, breathing harder than she should have been. Just the lingering effects of a hot shower after months without one, she told herself. Just some particularly lovely lotion.

Dispensing more into her palm, she **** herself to move upward, working it into her stomach with deliberate, clinical motions. But even that felt better than it should have, her abdominal muscles relaxing completely under her touch. The tingling warmth spread through her core, making her feel languid and somehow hungry at the same time.

When she reached her breasts, her resolve weakened again. The lotion made her palms glide perfectly over the sensitive curves, and she couldn't help but linger. Her nipples, already hard from the shower, seemed to tighten further as she worked the pearlescent fluid around them. She found herself pinching them lightly, rolling them between her fingers, each touch sending sparks of pleasure straight between her legs. The warming sensation had built to something more insistent now, a pulsing need that centered in her core.

Almost without conscious decision, she was dispensing more lotion, her hand traveling back down her stomach, past her navel, to the smooth skin between her legs. This time, she didn't even try to justify it—she needed to touch herself there again, needed to feel that perfect glide against her most sensitive flesh.