Don't Drop The Soap Novels & Stories

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.

This time. She also had to avoid looking down at his-gosh even thinking about it was making her crazy. Why does he have to do this to me? Leonor complained inwardly. The liquid soap made a little click sound as it opened, and she poured very little of its contents onto her palm. She dropped the soap back to its former position before rubbing her hands together for a few seconds. She moved to Armando's and rubbed the soap onto his neck.

And so I help her take her clothes off and lead her to the shower. ‘Here’s your soap and shampoo.’ I said, ‘And please don't use too much shampoo.’ ‘Will you not help me take a bath?’ ‘You’re 5yr old, already a big girl.’ ‘Okay , not too much shampoo.’ ‘Yes,’ I said. ’I’ll go wash the dishes while you take a bath.’ ‘But Ma, what if I drop the soap in the toilet.’ ‘You don’t drop it!’ I shouted from the sink. ‘Be careful with the soap and turn off the shower after you use it!’