The water is warm as it slides over my shoulders, steam curling around me like a secret. I tilt my head back and let it rain down my chest, droplets tracing slow paths over soft skin before disappearing. My hands glide over me, slick with soap, savoring the way my body responds to the heat and the touch. The scent of clean skin and something a little sweeter fills the air as I linger under the spray, letting the moment stretch, letting myself feel every second of it. Titty Tuesday never felt so good.