Malam Pertama Di Kamar Mandi Novels & Stories

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.

It was a new day, and I couldn't wait to see what it had in store for me. After getting out of bed, I headed straight to my bathroom to freshen up. The bathroom was my sanctuary, a place where I could take my time and relax. I started by turning on the shower, adjusting the temperature until it was just right. I stepped inside, feeling the warm water cascade over me, washing away any remnants of sleep. I let the water run over me for a few moments, enjoying the feeling of the water and the steam enveloping me.

About half twelve I finally admit defeat, my bladder is ready to explode and I have to chance discovery, either that or attempt to pee in the now empty drinks bottle, but that's a feat I don't really want to try in someone else's bedroom for the first time. I manage to get the door unlocked with very little noise, opening it slowly, I listen out for any signs of anyone being awake but all I can hear is the soft sounds of snoring coming from behind the doors. The bathroom isn't far, so I tiptoe along the hallway and slip into the room, almost sighing with relief when I finally sit on the toilet. Oh no!

The entire room was silent and just filed with their breathing. Marcus spoke up first breaking the silence. “I’m going to bed.” “Night,” she whispered, voice shaky. He turned around without responding, moving as quick as his legs could take him. He enter the guest room, locked himself inside, stripped to boxers, and lay on his back staring at the ceiling. His cock strained against the fabric, leaking pre cum. He refused to touch it. “She’s right down the hall. One door away, do not do this.” He told himself repeatedly.

I actually paused a moment and marveled at how quiet the bathroom was for a change. Before Marni and I began our late-night masturbation ritual, I occasionally would slip down to the showers in the evening to relieve some of the day's stress before bedtime. But today, I didn't want it, didn't need it, and didn't have time for it. I know I set a record as I showered, threw on my clothes, slipped my dark curly hair under a baseball cap and dashed out the door to my first class. I may not have looked great, but I was on time.

Doors lined the hallway, private rooms, each one marked by a red light above the frame. I reached the first one. It was empty. Nothing but a glass of champagne sweating on a table. Second door. I yanked it open, and immediately regretted it. A tangle of bodies, four, maybe five naked young guys, moaning, touching. One of them looked up with a lazy grin. “Are you joining or watching?” I slammed the door shut. Fucking Hell. Third room. I barely managed to open it before a raspy voice shouted, “Do you mind?!”

As long as I can shriek or throw hands! Entering the first restroom I see, I knock my foot hard on the wall, though I’m the one who suffers the pain. “Gods! I must be going crazy,” I drawl, digging my fingers in my hair. “What the fuck is wrong with me, what did you do to me, Hunter?” A knock comes on the door. “I’ll be out in a sec!” “You are in the Male restroom, ma’am,” a man says from behind the door and I sigh, only now noticing the urinals lining the walls.

As I grasp at the moment to let it sit in my head on what is currently happening, He suddenly speaks again. “The bathtub in my room is broken but I don’t like calling servants for small matters. My room is just up ahead then I walked passed by this room and saw the bath tub was working. I helped myself to use it. But I am sorry for surprising you, believe me I am more surprised to see you. People usually don’t meet each other naked in their first meeting” He explains his story. I just got here and here I am flashing a random person with my body. “I just want to die”, I said to myself in a whisper tone while wishing the ground will eat me from this embarrassment.

I don't kow what to do or even who to turn to. I decide to shower for the first time in months realizing i am actually very filthy. I change into my towel and make my way into the big bathroom. Really, this bathroom is so big it looks like an apartment. I shower for what feels like hours before i make my way back to the room.

First, you'll go clean the places I should to yesterday, when you're done let me know so I can show you other things to do. Okay ma'am I said as I left the kitchen to go and begin with my work. I went into the first room and finished on time because there wasn't much to do there. I did my work fast and on getting to the last room I had to clean I opened it without knocking because all the other rooms were empty and there was no one there, so I didn't think much to still knock. I had started cleaning when I suddenly heard the bathroom door open, and I saw Nate walk into the room half naked, water dripping off his body as he just had his bath with the towel loosely tied around his lower waist.