Relaxation

I poured the oil first. Hot water carried the scent up around me, thick and sweet. Bubbles climbed the sides of the tub while the radio hummed low behind them. I sank in until the water kissed my collarbones, letting the day slide off my skin. My fingers drifted under the surface, slow at first, tracing the heat between my legs. The bubbles shifted, popping quietly around my wrist. I found the right spot and lingered there, breath catching, hips lifting just enough to break the surface. A slick sound joined the music, soft and steady. My other hand rose to cup one breast, thumb brushing the nipple until it tightened. Each stroke pulled me deeper into the warmth. I stayed there until the water cooled, coming with a quiet gasp that the radio swallowed whole.