Sharing A Shower Novels & Stories

Oh, baby. Not wanting to wake him, I carefully slide out from under his arm and make my way to the bathroom and get in the shower. I’m halfway done, having just finished with my hair when I hear the shower door open and arms snake around my waist making me smirk. “Thought you might like some company,” he says against my ear. I look back at him, my eyes trailing the droplets of water coating his body and for just a moment I’m envious of them. “I didn’t realise showering is a two-person job,” I say ignorantly.

Besides one night in this is more than I could have ever dreamed of. Jake draws me out of my day dreams as he starts talking. "No excuses for a too small shower this time. You are coming with me now", I scream and chuckle as he throws me over his shoulder and drags me to the shower. "You reek", I tease him. "Hmmm, and you smell like fresh lavender fields after that workout?" He chuckles. "We both need a shower and I am happy enough to share this with you." This shower is amazing and so luxury, whoever owns this place is damn lucky.

Ivy The hot water shut off at precisely the wrong time—five minutes after Ivy had lathered her hair, and three minutes before Lake had planned to step into his own post-workout rinse. Chaos followed. Someone screamed. Then, Willow's voice rang through the cabin intercom like a chipper death sentence: “Attention, couples! A burst pipe has temporarily taken out two of the four private showers. We kindly ask couples to—ehm—share and conserve water until repairs are complete. Thank you for your understanding, and remember: communication is key!”

"Pleased to meet you, Mr. H." Bill shook his hand, and said, "Likewise. Welcome to our home. I think you've met my wife?" They all laughed, and Crystal said, "Yes, I've had the pleasure." "Well, let's hope that's just the first of many pleasures," Bill said, opening the shower door. They all got in, and then had to take turns under the shower head to get wet. The shower itself was just narrow enough, that one pretty much had to make body contact with another person for all three of them to change positions.

It's a sensory experience that transcends the physical, creating a space where we can simply be. As we switch roles, and I take the soap to lather Jim's back, the water becomes a conduit for unspoken emotions. The shared shower is more than a routine; it's a ritual of intimacy, a moment where the outside world fades away, leaving only the echoes of our shared laughter and the comforting sound of water. In this private sanctuary, the barriers fall away. We talk about the day, about dreams and aspirations. The vulnerability of being naked both physically and emotionally is met with trust and acceptance. The water becomes a witness to our unguarded moments, a silent confidant in our shared jour

We bathe together like we have done it before too, there is nothing to be ashamed of it. Since I have two showers in the bathroom. It wasn't impossible though so it was fine to just bath together. I really appreciate my brother for installing this in the shower room. We both cleaned ourself and bath. I stepped out first, my hair and my body was covered in the towel. I handed her the towel so that she could rinse the water. *** To be continued... Love you all♡♡♡♡

Then she leans down, kisses me, just a brush, just a promise. — We're going to take a shower, she says. — Yes. — Together. I smile. Really. A smile that takes me by surprise, that lights up my face without my being able to stop it. — Okay. --- The bathroom is immense, like everything in this house. White marble, mirrors, soft light coming from everywhere and nowhere. The shower is an open stall, big enough for ten people, with multiple showerheads, side jets, a stone bench. She enters first. Naked, without shame, without modesty. She walks towards the jets, turns the taps. Hot water begins to fall, creating steam, fogging the mirrors.

“Yeah. I’d like to give you the proper aftercare.” I press a hand to the bed and sit up. “What’s that?” “Where I look after you when we’ve been intimate together.” He cups my cheek with his large hand. “We don’t have to shower together. I can do it here.” The stickiness between my legs is evident. “We could save water?” Maxwell beams at me with bright eyes. “If you want to, then we can.” He stands from the bed and holds out his hand. I take it and let him guide us to the en-suite. As soon as we’re inside, he turns on the waterfall shower and starts to strip himself of his boxers.

Back then when it was only Rosie and herself, whenever she thought of the past and was angry, she'd pretend to go to the toilet but she was going there to calm herself down because Rosie was always over her and it would be bad if she transferred aggression on the innocent child. **** “You wanna join?” “Wh..what?” “You wanna join me showering? We can save water, you know,” Marcel invited, pulling his shirt and throwing it somewhere that didn't matter. “We aren't lacking water, are we?” “No, we aren't but we can just save some, can't we? Come on, it's relaxing showing together.” Izabelle frowned. Shower together? They were going to be naked in each other’s presence? It was something strange to

My dick was on board, switching his approval of my dirty shower thoughts. “We are NOT, I repeat, we are not having sex in the shower. It is a small space, and it’s a bad idea.” Hana said. “Agree to disagree, but fine. No penetration. Fun can still be had without it.” I winked as I stepped into the shower behind her.