After a long week on the road, all I could think about was sinking into the hot tub the moment I got home. The thought of slipping in with my clothes still on had been my secret reward all day, a fantasy that carried me through the miles.

I was dressed in blue jeans, a black long-sleeve shirt layered over a sheer white tank top, Adidas sneakers, and a jean jacket to guard against the cool June air. Exhausted but eager, I didn't even pause to kick off my shoes. Instead, I headed straight for the tub.

Perching on the edge, I dangled my feet into the steaming water. The warm water seeped through my socks and sneakers, sending a rush of anticipation through me. I lingered there, savoring the moment, before slowly slipping deeper until the water enveloped me. My jeans, denim jacket, and layers of cotton grew heavy, turning slick and shiny as the warmth wrapped around me.

Leaning back, I closed my eyes and let myself melt into the sensation. The cling of wet denim against my skin, the weight of the soaked jacket pressing close every detail felt electric.

When I finally pulled myself out of the tub, water streamed down my body, leaving a trail of droplets across the patio. It reminded me I hadn't watered the flowers yet. Still fully-dressed, I picked up the garden hose, laughing softly to myself as I moved between pots, my clothes dripping with every step.

Once the flowers were tended, I kicked off my sneakers, squishing around the patio in my drenched socks before slipping back into the tub. This time, I peeled off my jacket, then my shirt and jeans, until I was left in just my white tank top braless and soft white panties. The fabric clung sheer and delicate against my body as I sank back into the water, letting it caress every curve.

A spontaneous soak turned into pure indulgence and I want you to enjoy this wet moment with me.