I sigh, exhausted, as I step into the shower that evening. Yet again, an unplanned afternoon meeting has cut into my time to actually get things done, meaning the entire rest of my life has to get shifted an hour to compensate. Out of the building at seven, home by seven-thirty, with no time to relax before working out. Put on the rice cooker, grab the kettlebell, follow along to the all-too-chipper instructor on the YouTube video for half an hour. Then, finally, hop over to my neighbor’s place for a shower because mine is still broken.
The hot water cascades down my chest, my breasts gently rising and falling as I catch my breath after the workout. Each day, this is the time I look forward to most: simply standing in quiet reverie and letting the stresses of the day drip down and off. It’s gotten to the point that I daydream of my evening shower at work, in the car, whenever I can snatch a free moment.
I hear the dreamy music start to seep through the walls again. My neighbor always plays their music while I’m in the shower. It’s such relaxing music. It helps me relax. I should just relax and enjoy the water and the music.
The water, the wonderfully warm water, trickles down my chest and around my nipples. They’re so hard right now. I guide the showerhead to one breast, feeling a lovely surge of pleasure well up in my chest. There’s no reason to worry. This is my time to relax and feel good. I reach up and tweak my other nipple, welcoming another lovely surge of pleasure. Yes. This is the best part of my day. Feeling the warm water and the dreamy music and the lovely pleasure in my chest. So wonderful…
I’m standing in the shower, the showerhead in my hand now pelting my chest with ice-cold water. I must’ve been more exhausted than I thought to zone out like that. I turn off the water, step out of the shower, get dressed, and apologize to my neighbor for using all their hot water yet again.
As I step back into my own place, I can smell that the rice is ready. Time to eat, sleep, and do it all again.