You caught me just as I stepped in—still in my red boxers, already clinging to me from the steam.

No bubbles yet. Just heat, water, and your eyes on me.
I peeled them down slow, let the spray hit my skin, and started working the soap in…
Chest first. Then arms. Then thighs.
Slippery hands trailing lower every time.

I wasn’t just cleaning—I was putting on a show.
Lather building, dripping down my body, and I didn’t stop until I was covered, flexed, and fully soaked.

Bet you wish you were the soap. 😏