Partytime!

The water hits hard. She stands under the shower with her head tipped back, blonde hair slicked to her neck and shoulders. Suds slide down her stomach, the thin trail of soap catching light as it disappears between her thighs. She runs her palms over her breasts, slow circles, thumbs brushing her nipples until they tighten. Her breath catches once, quick and sharp, then settles again. She steps out, skin still steaming, towel wrapped loose around her hips. The rest of the evening waits, and she already knows how she wants it to go.