Drop The Towel Challenge Novels & Stories

Tiny tendrils of steam curl from the top of the water, evaporating into the chilly air, beckoning me. “Uh, that towel is clean,” Chase says, pointing out the fluffy black towel on the rod beside the tub. “There’s shampoo and shit on the ledge underneath.” “Thanks,” I murmur, eager to submerge myself in the warm water. Lifting the hem of my shirt, I tug it over my head, dropping it at my feet.

My towel which I ensured was tied properly round my waist, dropped to the floor. I was bare.

He finished with his chuckle. But when I think about what he said I think he wanted to say something else and he just kept smiling. He's thinking something else. Oh forget it and move your ass girl. So I walked towards him and asked him for the towel so that I can clean myself but he threw the towel in the air and I caught it. I started rubbing on my wet hair and my soaked clothes. After almost ten minutes of the struggle, it all went dry then I placed that towel on my shoulders. When I moved my head towards his direction he was just lying on the bed still shirtless. Bloody playjerk! A very annoying smirk was still plastered on his face, God knows what he's thinking.

Andy wiped the sweat from her forehead, before walking over to where the doll had fallen “But I promise I won't break anything.” “Of course you won’t.” Emberly laughed, handing her a towel as soon as Andy returned to the middle of the mat “And not just because Mrs. Tate would kill me if I let you destroy the materials she invested millions into building this gym.” she nodded at the clock at the top of the wall “Your time is up.” “It’s been an hour and a half already?” Andy gasped, but began to take off her leather gloves despite herself.

Miller said, "Alright, then. Mister Penn, we're going to be opponents now." Wilbur stared at Miller for a while before saying, "When do we start?" "If you want, we can start right away," Miller replied. Hagin glanced at his watch. "Let me go through the rules. This challenge will last ten minutes. If Wilbur cannot defeat Miller within that time and Miller is still able to get up, Wilbur will be considered to have lost. Of course, if Miller surrenders, the win will go to Wilbur. Alright. I'm going to count to three, and the challenge will begin. One, two, three—begin!"

] Charlie: [I’ll delete it if you pretend to drop your knife and pick it up. Taylor: “...” ‘Fuck, I’m falling for it,’ Taylor thought, feeling his manhood twitch. He dropped the fork and leaned under the table. Charlie… had spread her legs. She was wearing something worse than dental floss! ‘Fuck.’ Taylor swore vengeance. He shot up, face red, and texted back: [Change into something more decent. Like cycling shorts!] Charlie: [Make me. Meet you at the accessible restroom.] “Excuse me, Dad,” Charlie suddenly said. “I need to freshen up.”

Instructing me how to position myself, and when to move, dodge, drop, kick, punch, twist, jump… My entire body is sore and I literally watch, my hands on my knees, as a drop of sweat falls from my face and splashes onto the mat. I go to wipe my face, but my hand is slick too. “Here.” A white towel is tossed at me, and I catch it against my chest, looking up to see Alpha Tate watching me. “Thanks.” I murmur and straighten up, pressing the entire towel against my face and exhale against it. It smells like him.

"Name another challenge. I suggest you pick one you might actually win this time." I push myself up on my elbow. "You just think you're so smooth, don't you?" His mouth quirks. "A little smooth." "Cocky bastard." I give his nipple another twist before sitting all the way up. "I, for one, think it's time for a shower. What do you say?" His smile broadens into a devilish grin. "I think that's a very nice idea." "Good." I climb to my feet. "Then I have my next challenge. The first one to find some shampoo in that minefield out there is the winner."

he said with a chuckle as he spread his hands out. His chuckles and joking nature eased the tension I felt and made me feel less sel-conscious. I knelt on the bed and moved towards him shyly. “Do I or will you?” I trailed off quietly. “If you want, you may lose the towel,” he whispered in a deep sexy voice that almost made me gasp. I stretched out my hand and gently undid the knot that held his towel together and protected his dick from view. The towel dropped to the ground with a sound and I stared facing his dick.