Lydia keeps humming as she walks into the bathroom. She wasn't sure what she was going to do today, but she knew that it was going to start with a nice, hot shower. As she stepped into the bathroom, she immediately pulled off her shirt, dropping it on the floor haphazardly and undoing her bra, adding it to the pile without a thought. Then she unbuttoned her shorts, slipping her thumbs into them and pulling them down, revealing her lacy red thong to no one in particular, or so she thought, and stepping out of them.
You stare up, mesmerized by the view as Lydia strips in front of you. No matter how many times you saw the girl naked, it never ceased to amaze you. So much so that you didn't realize exactly why she would be stripping in the bathroom. As she stepped out of her shorts, you were almost bounced off her foot, grabbing it on reflex, but slipping between two toes and getting caught.
Lydia continues, not noticing the tiny man struggling between her toes and pulls the thong free from its home nestled deep between her cheeks and pulling it down her legs, tossing it on the pile and stepping into the tub.
As she does so, you squirm for all you're worth but can't seem to free yourself. You want to be found, but the bottom of a shower is the last place you want to be right now. Still, when Lydia's foot enters the bathtub, her toes release a little and you are dropped, now hopelessly trapped if she doesn't see you. You are about to shout up to her when she turns on the water and you are drowned out by the sound of the water raining down on her and you.
Lydia shivers, the water starting off cold as hell. She turns it way up, finally relaxing when it reaches a comfortable warmth. She smiles, enjoying the heat for a few moments, letting it run over her hair, drenching it. After a minute or two, she grabs her shampoo and squirts some out, washing her hair.
Meanwhile below, you are struggling for your life. The water constantly tries to knock you over, and once you've fallen to drag you to the drain and wash you away to oblivion. You do all you can to fight it, but are slowly pulled closer and closer, fearing the worst.
Lydia finishes with her hair, reaching for the bar of soap next to her. She curses as it slips from her grasp and falls to the bottom of the shower. As you see the soap drop, you see your way out of this river from hell. And as it slides toward you, you leap for all you're worth, landing on it and holding on for all you're worth. Damn the consequences, you're not going down that drain.
Lydia bends over, grabbing the soap up and wrapping it in a washcloth, rubbing it down and getting the thing good and soapy. As she does this, you slide off the soap, pressed into the washcloth. You wince as the soap is ground against you, but manage to keep the lather from getting in your eyes. Lydia nods to herself, setting the bar back aside and setting about to cleaning herself.
You know you can't hold off forever, and some part of her body may very well claim you. Where do you lose your grip?