Irene was alone in the bathtub. The hot water enveloped her tired body. The curves of her shoulders and breasts barely emerged from the surface. She was resting, eyes half-closed. The steam from the hot water filled the bathroom. Her muscles were heavy, sore, after everything they had just experienced. A feeling of physical fullness overwhelmed her.
Suddenly, the bathroom door opened. Kaiser entered, the towel still knotted around his waist. He walked toward the bathtub, his bare feet leaving light prints on the floor. He lifted one foot, placed his heel on the edge of the bathtub, then stepped into the hot water. The water splashed gently around him, lapping slightly against the sides of the bathtub.
Irene saw him and moved forward a bit. She shifted her legs in the water, creating some space. Kaiser settled behind her, the water rising to his hips. Irene leaned back. Her back rested against Kaiser's stomach.
