At 6:30 a.m., Anne, a 32-year-old marketer, had her alarm going off, and a new day had begun. She stared at the ceiling for a moment before rolling out of bed, her feet landing on a cold wooden floor. She got up and dressed in her favorite blue jeans, her new black underwear, a simple white long-sleeved top, and a knitted cardigan, then had a quick breakfast. She grabbed a cup of coffee, threw her keys in her purse, and hurried out the door to avoid the morning traffic.
The workday was long and demanding, filled with meetings and emails. By the time the clock struck 4 p.m., Anne was exhausted. She got in her car and drove out of town, away from the hustle and bustle of everyday life. Her thoughts wandered to a quiet forest lake she had visited occasionally. She followed the winding road and parked the car by the path. She walked along the path down to the calm water, some of the sunlight filtering through the treetops.
When she got to the water's edge, she felt an irresistible urge. The water looked so inviting, and she felt she had to do something unexpected to shake off the stress of the day. She decided to wade in the water a little. Gradually, with a determined look, she walked further into the water. The cold feeling on her legs gave her shivers. She continued to go deeper, with her jeans and cardigan and the rest of her clothes on and now she had waded so far that the water reached her almost up to her big tits, she thought now I'm so wet that I might as well put on a swim suit and swim around a bit. Unfortunately, she didn't think to take her cell phone out of the back pocket of her jeans before she got in the water because she was really just going to wade in a little to feel the water, so it drowned after a short time, the water was so inviting that she forgot to take her cell phone out of her back pocket before she started wading in the water.
When she was out in the water, she floated calmly on her back and stared up at the sky. She could hear the light waves gently splashing against the water's edge, and the gentle breeze made her hair dance in the water. After a while, an older man passed by. "These aren't swimming clothes," he said cheerfully, pointing at her. "These are my regular clothes," Anne said with a smile. "I just had to swim a little." He laughed. "Well, then you can just enjoy it. I'll see you on the way back," he said and continued on his way.
Afterwards, she took a short dip, dove under the water and came back up. The cold feeling was now embraced by her body. When she felt refreshed, she walked back to the car, soaked from head to toe. She eventually found her cell phone in her back pocket and took it out and checked it, and it was dead and she hoped that the cards and wet money that were in the cell phone's wallet would still work when she went to pay at the store. She knew she had to buy some food before she went home, so she drove to the store in her soaked clothes.
She felt like she had to go shopping for dinner even though she was soaking wet. She parked the car, took a deep breath, and walked into the store, her jeans and sweater dripping wet. She felt like everyone was staring at her, and she couldn't help but laugh to herself. The cashier, an older lady with a kind smile, looked at her. "The weather isn't that bad." "What happened?" she asked. "I just thought I was going to go for a swim, but I forgot my bathing suit at home," said Anne. The older woman laughed. "Well, it wasn't such a good idea for you to use these clothes as bathing suits, and then bathe with all your clothes on, you could have bathed in your underwear." Anne didn't answer this and paid for her food and left the store.
She came home, was cold and went straight to the shower with all her wet clothes and shoes still on, She turned on the hot water, and showered with her clothes and shoes on it was nice to shower with all her clothes on and feel the warmth of the hot water running down her body. Afterwards she took off her cardigan, shoes, white top, jeans, white socks and black panties and bra. Afterwards she washed her clothes and hung them to dry. Anne was surprised that she felt so alive, and she promised herself to do something unexpected again. There will probably be more spontaneous baths with all clothes on later, maybe with a friend or two, to bathe with all your clothes on. Anne recommends everyone reading this to take a spontaneous bath with all your clothes on.