Evan Peters Shower Scene Novels & Stories

Carla Rodriguez Black Fifty-five minutes later… I want you to imagine this for a moment, two grown adults of the opposite sex taking a shower alone in a private room without any sexual tension between the two of them…weird right? Well, that's exactly what happened when Ethan practically ordered me to take a bath with him… All that Ethan did was watch me as I bathed then he took his five-minute shower and was out Maybe he had a weird fetish about showering with strangers.

“Come in.” Evan entered without hesitation, though his movements were controlled. Careful. As if stepping into sacred territory. He wore dark training clothes, sleeves rolled to his forearms. There was a thin cut along his knuckles. “You’re bleeding,” I said automatically. “It’s nothing.” He stopped a few steps away. Not too close. Not too far. Ethan looked up, saw him, and immediately scrambled to his feet. “Papa!” The word still made my stomach twist. Evan’s entire posture softened.

Endorsement or not, he was ready to deck the star right in the jaw. “I saw, of course. You were awesome as always.” “Hey, I need to get a quick shower. You two can wait for me over there,” he said, gesturing toward a sitting area that was removed from the chaos of the open locker room. “I won’t be long.” Celia kissed his cheek. “We’ll be there. Take your time.” Noah ruffled her hair affectionately and loped off toward the showers. Evan opened his mouth to ask but then shook his head. He’d wait. This had to be worth the price of admission.

The only adornment on the vanity was a small potted plant, its green leaves adding a touch of life to the space. Ethan closed the door behind him and took a moment to appreciate the simplicity and functionality of the room. The shower, a walk-in with a glass partition, was invitingly spacious. The rain shower head hung from the ceiling, promising comfort. He stepped in, turning the handle and feeling the warm water rush over his body, As the water flowed over him, Ethan felt an overwhelming sense of happiness. This felt right. His heart was certain that it wanted Brandon. It needed Brandon.

"Go to the bathroom. Turn on the shower. Create a silhouette. I am coming in through the secondary vent behind the headboard." Evie did as she was told, her movements stiff. She entered the bathroom, turned the water on until steam filled the air, and draped a robe over the shower door to create a blur of movement for the camera's line of sight. When she stepped back into the bedroom, the air was thick with the scent of damp cedar and the sharp, metallic tang of the night. Kael was already there, but he hadn't emerged from the usual wardrobe panel. Instead, he had materialized from a narrow, seamless gap hidden behind the heavy velvet headboard.

he blurted out with reddened eyes, pupils blown wide in the dim bathroom light. I flinched and responded hastily. “Never. No one. Just… Just me.” Ethan didn't say a word anymore. Instead, he turned away, stepped fully under the rainfall showerhead, and let the water crash over him again. He dipped his head under the stream, then came up slowly, dragging both hands backward through his dark, wet hair. Water sluiced down his neck, over the broad planes of his shoulders, tracing the ridges of muscle along his spine.

As soon as the door closed behind us, we were on each other again, our wet clothes hitting the floor in a rush. “Shower,” I muttered against his lips, and he carried me there. He turned on the water as soon as we entered. The shower was hot and steamy, the room filling with fog. Evan pinned me against the glass, his mouth devouring mine. His hands roamed over my body, cupping my breasts and pinching my nipples until they stood erect. I gasped, my head falling back against the hard surface. "You're so beautiful, Julia," he murmured, his lips trailing down my neck. "I want to taste every inch of you."

Under the spray of the shower, Ethan and Beauty were now frenziedly masturbating each other, Ethan carried her to the bathroom and put on the shower, he has always wanted to feel how sèx in the shower feel like, they were intoxicated by the steamy scent of sèx splashing up from the shower below them. With a final cry, Nate shot his load on Oliver waiting breasts, stream after stream of thick come running down her nîpples and between her tits. Ethan felt Beauty body rock in silent but powerful orgasm next to him, and the combined sights and sounds were too much, and he too ejaculated, hot jism leaping high into the air and landing on Beauty thighs and belly.

I was pissed thinking she had a guy in the shower with her. I was going to charge in there and yank the fucker out. How dare someone touch what is mine? He was a dead man. That was until I heard my name. I heard Sabine moan ‘ Ethan.’ I stepped quietly around the corner and saw Sabine leaning against the shower pinching her nipple with one hand and a small vibrator in the other. My dick almost jumped out of my basketball shorts. I watched Sabine throw her head back in ecstasy moaning my name over and over as she came. Loudly. Even the water couldn’t drown her out. Fuck it was hot as hell.

So, the servant knelt humbly and quietly, stood up when ordered, smiled for pictures, and did not flinch when curious fingers touched and explored her hairless pussy. Before going to her sibling's place, Eve wanted to make sure her servant was presentable. Obviously, after a half-day of exhaustive hiking, she was not. It would not do to have a servant use her brother's shower, but she did not want Trish standing in the yard trying to clean herself with a garden hose either. Fortunately, the fire station had an outdoor shower. When Eve explained the situation, the fire-fighters were more than happy to oblige. The policewoman handed her servant some soap and shampoo, while the fire-fighters br