Myself, I enjoy soaking in the bath while dressed up, so from time to time I will fully clothe myself in a nice ladies outfit with all the trimmings and gently soak in my bath, or stand under the shower and let the spray soak over me and everything I wear or carry.

Last weekend I had come home from the office (dressed in a men's suit of course, I keep my crossdressing quiet among people I know) and decided then and there to prepare a warm bath. To make preparations I retrieved a couple of lavender and honey bath bombs along with some salts infused with green tea extract to heighten the experience.

I quickly undressed and slowly began picking out my outfit. First came a pair of grey silk panties which always feel deliciously cool against my skin as I raise them up. Over this I smoothed some sheer dark pantyhose up my legs making sure it was evenly spread along them before securing the waistband. I donned a silky lacy bra which provides a slight chest bump for whatever I would wear over it, securing the straps at the back (trust me, it takes practice to get this done quickly!)

I then stood there in my undergarments and looked at what to wear, and chose a black Michael Kors pleated leather skirt I had picked up a few months ago. It had never been soaked but I figured it was the right moment to break it in, so to speak. I threw on a white long sleeved silk blouse which I tucked into the skirt waist before pulling over a matching black Le Suit blazer jacket, of which I left the buttons undone.

I then picked up a small dress watch and put it around my wrist, and applied some clip-in earrings (I have yet to pierce my ears) and a silver chain necklace with a small diamond pendant at the end of it. Elements like this really serve to heighten my experience when I dress up.

Moving to my closet again I looked through my purses and decided on a black and white Zara shoulder bag, which would pass for a large clutch without the strap. I made sure to add inside my makeup, smartphone (Thankfully I now own a waterproof model, hooray for 2019 phones!), my actual wallet, keys, a small notebook for keeping appointments, and various other ladies essentials (Hygiene products included..) before I lifted it over my shoulder.

I picked out a pair of red suede heels, not too high with a cute bow on the tip of each shoe. By this point I was feeling quite excited, but I still needed to apply my lipstick and blush before I made my way to the bath. I still am not perfect at doing this but I managed fairly well.

Admiring my looks in a long wall mirror I couldn't help but grin as I started my prim walk to the bathroom, my heels clicking on the hardwood floor as I entered. I plugged the bath and added the bath bombs before turning on the hot water, adjusting the cold to make it non-scalding.

As the bath slowly filled the bombs began to dissolve and the water slowly became slightly pink. I then poured some of the bath salts around evenly while using my arm to stir it slightly, naturally soaking my jacket cuff and sleeve in the process. The bath bombs also added a bit of bubbly foam as it did its magic.

Once the bath was full I turned off the faucets and looked down at the pink oily water, anticipation filling every inch of my soul. With a slow movement I lifted my left foot into the bath and lowered it down, the suede heel beginning to fill with water as it rested on the tub bottom. Wiggling my pantyhose clad toes helped me relax as I brought my other foot to rest on the bottom of the bath, both heels submerged with little bubbles escaping from the tops. It was hard to see completely through the surface due to the pink haze.

Feeling as confident as ever I lowered myself down, enjoying my lower leg make contact with the very warm water, the leather skirt bunching up on the surface as my leg became submersed. Of course I felt a little tingle of concern for the expensive skirt, but the damage was likely done at this point so I soon settled on my bum on the bath floor. My knees peaked out from above the surface as the front dry hem of the skirt poked out with them. The water permeating my panties felt lovely, a little soapy-oily in nature. I decided to cop a feel underneath as I lifted the skirt and fondled myself gently.

It was around this time I noticed a slight buzzing sound in the washroom, which took me a moment to figure out that it was my smartphone; someone was likely sending me text messages. My purse was floating around by my knees, half sunken with a residue from the bath salts covering the leather surface. I lifted the purse out of the water with a slight torrent and opened the clip to peer inside. Everything was indeed soaking wet, I could make out the blush and eyeliner leaking, and one of my lipsticks had a slight residue to it indicating it had been flooded.

With the phone peeking out halfway I picked it up and pressed the power button. Sure enough my coworker had been messaging me about a project we had been working on that day at the office, and had gone into some details about what she had managed to do that night at home. I chuckled a little as I tapped on the screen to reply back, water beading and dripping off as it jostled in my hands. Before I had even realized it we had been happily chatting away through SMS for a good twenty minutes before she had to run to make coffee. I took the opportunity to take some photos of my predicament for my personal collection before I slipped the phone back into the mess inside my waterlogged purse.

I now decided to concentrate on arousal, so I began applying body wash to myself and soaped up my clothing and hair, washing it thoroughly as the suds washed over my blazer jacket and now rather tatty leather skirt. I decided mischievously to take off one of my suede heels and use it to rinse my hair, the bath now a pink bubbly collection of froth.

Finally I lay back and began to fondle myself directly through the clothes, one hand on my skirt stroking myself and another on my chest pressing my nipples as I accelerated my movements, the water sloshing around as I worked. As I glanced around I could see my heels floating around by my pantyhose clad knees, a wet lipstick sitting on the bath edge, my handbag now only slightly peaking above the surface with a slight trail of makeup residue flowing from under the buckle. These views only accelerated my orgasm as I came with a large gasp, twitching in the water before I came to relax, a complete soggy ruin.

Cleanup took some time, but of course that's not that important. Needless to say, I enjoyed it. Can't wait for the next weekend to enjoy something else. I'm always on the lookout for bath bomb scents and flavours, as well as new cute outfits to add to my collection.

I hope you enjoyed this story as much as I did writing it.

(Slight edit to fix spelling).