Drop The Towel Challenge Novels & Stories

“Just... grab the towel. On the rack next to you. Throw it to me." I peeked through a tiny gap in my fingers, tracking the white towel hanging on the wall. Keeping my eyes strictly on the ceiling, I reached out, grabbed the fabric, and balled it up. "Catch!" I called out, tossing it blindly toward the steam. I heard a sudden, desperate scramble, followed by a loud, wet thud and a sharp grunt of pain. My eyes snapped open. Silas had tried to lung forward to catch the towel mid-air, but he had lost his footing completely, slipping sideways and falling hard against the edge of the tub, his legs tangling in the curtain.

I warned him in a trembling voice, a little worried that Sean would secretly look at me while I was picking up the towel, but I had no choice because I didn't want to stay in his arms. Sean seemed to nod. I quickly squatted down and moved my hands as they touched the floor, looking around for the towel without looking. "Here it is," I whispered happily, watching the man who flinched slightly but didn't turn his head as I asked. I tried to grab the towel to wrap it around my body immediately. Once didn't work, the second time was the same, and the third time, I pulled harder, but I lost my strength and collapsed. I groaned softly, feeling the warmth of the floor I'd previously stepped on, mak

I got distracted between reading the label, balancing the wide package, and walking that I forgot that the towel was too small to securely stay around my body. And it slipped loose. With a gasp, I dropped the package and ducked in time as the towel slipped open but my hands caught it before it exposed any part of my body that was way too private to be seen. I didn’t really think much about it until I straightened back up, still trying to cover my ass with the fabric when I saw Adonis frozen in the kitchen doorway. He was staring at me, in his sexy as fuck work-out gear, white air-pods in his ears, hair messily spiked with his hands wrapped with black and -surprise, surprise- Chase standing b

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.

Alex teased, barely able to control his laughter. Alex, not to be outdone, tried to lean on the back of the couch but missed, tumbling down behind it. "Hey, guys, I found a new spot. It's like a secret hideout. Join me!" I managed to perch on the edge of the couch, my limbs feeling unusually elastic. "Ivan, you're on the floor. Alex, you're behind the couch. What is happening?" Ivan, sprawled on the floor, raised an imaginary trophy. "I call this the Gravity Challenge. I win."

He spends a couple of hours on his desk, trying to figure out what the best challenge to offer to his seven remaining contestants would be. "So volleyball is the first cchallenge, and the second one is hide and seek, where I'm the seeker." Keith starts to talk to himself. "There was supposed to be a third challenge, but someone brought one of the communication devices. Maybe I should perform the third challenge or completely ignore and proceed to the fourth challenge that I'm planning to."

"Do you want to touch yourself, Davis? Do you want to feel it?" "I want to like mad!" I rasped. My voice was a raw, animal growl. "Aria, please. I’m going to explode. I can’t just stand here and watch you do this!" She stopped moving for a second, the toy still buried deep inside her. She leaned forward, her face inches from mine, her breath hot against my lips. "I'll give you one chance. One insane condition. If you want to touch yourself, you have to do it to the beat of my hand. You don't stop until I say so. And if you finish before I do, the challenge is over and you leave tonight. No Monday. No nothing. Do you accept?"

I reached for the large beach towel hanging on the towel rack. "Three." Fumbling with the towel around my body, I scrambled across the slick bathroom floor with wet feet. "Two." "Wait! Just one more second!" I hurried towards the door, my feet slipping from beneath me as they finished their countdown and opened the door.

“It’s time for the final round. We three will enter a sudden death challenge.” “What is it?” Sienna asked. The host quickly extracted a card from his box and read aloud, “The challenge will be a... a... spit roast! Yes, that’s it! A spit roast! One man on each side of this woman. The contestants must be fucking or sucking until all but one has cum. The winner will be the person who refrains from orgasming until the others have ejaculated.”

His chest is rising and falling strongly, I can sense his heart rate is as high as mine right now. Pushing all my doubts to the side, all thoughts of how Isaac will react if he ever finds out, I move my fingers to the edge of the towel where the end is tucked in and slowly, deliberately unhook it and let the towel drop down to the ground where it pools at his feet.