Just got off work. Wanna help me relax

You walk through the door still in those tight yoga pants, fabric hugging every curve from waist to ankle. Hair tied back, face tired but smiling — the kind of look that says the day was long but the night doesn't have to be.

Hips filling out the stretchy material, round ass perfectly outlined, legs toned from whatever you do when you're not driving people crazy. The pants leave nothing to guess and everything to want.

Relaxing sounds good but those yoga pants need to come off first.