Don't Drop The Soap Novels & Stories

I continued with my back to him, knowing that his height let him see exactly what I was doing, sliding the soap through my breasts, neck, belly. "Damn it." I muttered as someone who doesn’t want anything, when I let the soap fall on purpose on the floor. I bent over to catch it making sure to get my ass up, giving him a glorious view of my ass before lifting my body against his. I felt the hard erection against my ass and smiled victoriously, so I let the water take all the foam out of my body before turning around ready to get out of there. "Where do you think you’re going, young lady?" he held me by the waist, pulling my body into the position we were before, with my back against his chest

These people really didn’t care too much for personal safety. There was also a large wooden tub in front of the fire full of water. It wasn’t particularly hot, or even tepid, but it looked clean. There was a bucket with a brush in it the same as the ones they had used on the dragon outside. The bristles felt like they would rip yours skin off. There was also an orange bar. “Soap!” said Jenny as she sniffed it. Her eyes lit up like she’d discovered the treasure of Sierra Madre. “Strip.” She was trying to take charge as usual.

He stood at the gap, his wide shoulders blocking the view of the pedestrians. I sighed and stripped. I pulled the white shirt off, then the trousers. I stood naked in the biting air. I grabbed the cloth and dunked it into the barrel. The water was freezing. It felt like a thousand needles piercing my skin the second the cloth touched my chest. I scrubbed hard. My skin turned a raw, angry red. I knew no amount of scrubbing would easily take the fragrance off. It was oil-based. It was designed to last. Only real soap would do it, and I didn't have any.

Or so I freaking thought! I had never attempted to bathe this fast in my entire life. In the process of hurrying the soap slipped out of my hands. “Shit, shit, shitttt!” “Where is it?” My vision was clouded by the steam, I couldn’t see anything. I got on my knees to cover more grounds in search of the goddamn soap. And what do I hear next? “Looking for this?” My body froze. First, I saw his hand reach and pick up the soap and then I saw his bare feet in front of my kneeling figure.

I made sure to avoid looking at his face but I knew he was most definitely smirking at me for letting him get his way I also had to avoid looking down at his- gosh even thinking about it is making me crazy. Why did Lucas have to do this to me? The liquid soap made a little click sound as it opened and I poured very little of it's contents onto my palm. I dropped the soap back to it's former position before rubbing my hands together for a few seconds. I moved to Evan and rubbed the soap onto his neck. I held onto his neck in a tighter way to scare him a bit but to my surprise he had no reaction

I groaned, a guttural sound of pure effort, and then suddenly, the rope on my leg broke loose. I stared at it, shocked, but there was no time to think about that as I finally managed to get the soap into my trembling fingers. ​I wetted it under the scalding stream, the heat making me gasp, and then I began to lather my left hand, focusing on the thumb and the widest part of my palm. But my hands were shaking too hard, the soap slipped from my grip, and I watched in horror as it skittered across the floor, sliding directly toward the floor drain at the far end of the bathroom.

She gasped, her body trembling, and I chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated through the bathroom. I reached for her long, dark hair, gathering it into a low bun, the elastic band catching the strands and holding them in place. Then, with a sigh, I continued sponging her body, cleaning her so gently, so carefully. There wasn’t even soap in the water, I realized. I didn’t think there was soap in any of the stuff they had prepared. The water was supposed to be relaxing, cleansing, not a harsh scrubbing.

"What?" "It takes hours to get the dirt off the walls you're currently staining." I need you in this tub. I need your heat around my cock. Fire lights up her gaze and something hurtles for my head. I catch it before it can hit my head and peer at it. A soap bar. "Wash yourself then. Don't even know why I try."

Mia is butt naked and ready to get in the shower. "Get the fuck out your perve!",she throws a bar of soap at me. It hits my chest and chatters to the ground. "Oh my goodness, she starts laughing, you just dropped the soap. Careful picking it up",her laugh fills the room as she whips the curtain back and gets in. I sigh as I pick it up and move to hand it back but she doesn't acknowledge me. She stands under the water head on the wall a sad sigh leaving her mouth.

Oliver says, already taking off his clothes. "Right," I speak innocently. I take off my clothes and we go to the shower, Oliver grabs the shampoo and I turn my back, the thing about being short and not wearing heels is being able to rub myself against them, but I can always use the soap trick. I pick up the soap and "accidentally" drop it on the floor. “How careless I am...” I say, acting dizzy, and bend down to pick up the soap, sticking up my ass. “Turning that ass for me is a low game...” Oliver speaks softly.