Malam Pertama Di Kamar Mandi Novels & Stories

Where's the bathroom? The busy counter man looked at her strangely and replied, "The bathroom is on the first floor." He added, "There's a big hall-type room on the first floor, and the bathroom is located there." As she went upstairs, she found a corridor. Above one door was labeled as a VIP room. Thinking the VIP room might have a bathroom, she opened the door to find a spacious, well-furnished room with dimmed lights, a bed, a chair, and a table. An ashtray and a bouquet of flowers adorned the table.

If the non exclusive room looked and felt this good, she wondered how all the better rooms would feel. She walked into the bathroom. There was a tap, a shower, a toilet and a wash hand basin. The better rooms probably had a Jacuzzi or an hot tub or something, Malvika thought, moving back to the room. She slumped into the bed, sighing tiredly and closed her eyes, drifting off to sleep. -----------------------

I turned around from the mirror to continue with my morning routine and to bathe in the huge glass-enclosed shower room was the right first step to it. Turning on the knob, I immediately felt cleansed by the running water. Mist quickly rose up, covering the whole area and I could see the beginnings of condensation in the glass quickly. I hummed as I continued working on shampooing and then soaping myself. Gosh. I wonder... by humming like this, am I acting like a woman who just got laid last evening? I don't deny it though. It was of course the truth, but I certainly don't want my roommates to see me like this; especially Janine, who just suddenly told me yesterday afternoon that I definitel

Without exchanging any smiles or greetings, I headed straight to the room, hoping he hadn't arrived yet. Thankfully, the door was already open, and the unfamiliar man was nowhere to be seen. I entered the bathroom and proceeded to bathe. Just as I was about to finish, I heard the sound of the room door opening, indicating his arrival. My heart raced, and I paused for a moment. He knew I was in the bathroom, as the shower had briefly paused.

He nodded, then lumbered around my, closing the door behind him. At that moment, my maids burst through the door, chattering as the glanced around my room. I didn't think you could tell that a man had slept in here, but maybe it was just written in my face. They quieted, curtseying. "Are you ready for your bath my lady?" One of them asked, and I nodded. They hurried off to bring the large empty basin, and water, pushing a cart inside. I remembered then that there was a man in my restroom who, if he didn't hurry, was going to see me nude.

Malik hummed and pushed his bags in. "Are you going to shower?" He asked. "Yeah but you can go first" Wilder said as also he pushed his bags in and closing the door. “This is your room, you should shower first" Malik said. "And you're my guest you should shower first" "No, you should" "Go Malik" Wilder sternly said pointing at the bathroom. "So stern... I like it" Malik whispered to himself quickly grabbing his suitcase and pulling it into the bathroom. "I won't take long" he said before shutting the door.

“Shower and get ready for bed. I’m beat.” I jump in to wash off the dirt and grime from whatever day that was. I was actually worried about taking too long, but I couldn’t help it. All of the different jets just hit sore muscles I didn’t know I had. I will say it was a little nerve wracking getting in and out though, since there isn’t an actual door on the bathroom. It has a doorway so it’s not completely open, but there is definitely zero room for privacy. I have to keep reminding myself that these guys are my mates. They are going to see me naked eventually and I can’t be timid with three extremely hot mates.

Giant floor-to-ceiling windows framed a skyline of tightly packed high-rises, and sunlight poured in freely, spilling gold across the floor. Malcolm didn't even glance at it. He moved like a cat patrolling its territory, heading straight for the master bathroom. The movers left everything and disappeared, leaving just me and him in the empty apartment. I was still spinning around the living room, soaking in my first taste of rich-person happiness, when I heard the sound of water splashing from the bathroom. I walked over and saw Malcolm had already stripped and slid into the enormous massage tub. The water barely reached his waist. He leaned back, eyes closed, a look of pure enjoyment on his

My safe place. Unlike the guest room with its cool air conditioner and fancy sheets, my small cottage room was humble. But it was mine. Clean, warm, familiar. I did some quick laundry since it was still early, then got in the shower. After bathing, I got dressed for work and stepped out of my room. And, of course—Mali. Again. I bumped into him in the hallway, but this time I didn’t stumble, and I sure as hell didn’t let him touch me.

Apart from the huge glass window at the other side of the room which was covered with a huge curtain, which were black by the way, I was wrong about everything else. I roamed around the room for a few minutes, taking in the minimalism of the entire set up before walking towards one of the three other doors in the room. " So which is his bathroom?" I glanced between the three before shutting my eyes and deciding to go to the first. I needed to take a shower and change into... My cheeks redden as I thought of what was still under my arms. I brought it out as I opened the first door. " Nope... Not the bathroom".