Hot nylons in the shower!!!!

from Melly4You

The steam hung in the air like a secret as the two stood under the shower, shoulder to shoulder, as if the room belonged to them alone. Water beaded, laughter bounced off the tiles, and somewhere between the scent of shampoo and the warm moisture lay a silent understanding: nothing would be taken seriously today. They hadn't taken off their nylons—on principle. Subtly shimmering, dark, and defiant, they defied every rule of reason and bathroom etiquette. The water made them gleam, tracing lines as if they were made specifically to play in the light. "Completely absurd," said one. "But brilliant," replied the other, grinning. The nylons were a little sticky, a little tight, and that was precisely their charm. They were no longer an accessory, but an attitude: cheeky, self-assured, a small, fashionable "no" to expectations. Between laughter and playful glances, it was clear—this wasn't a moment for haste. It was a moment for style. For fun. For the feeling of being exactly right, even (or especially) with wet nylons under running water.