Shower Rack For Shampoo Novels & Stories

“Bath or shower?” I looked around me to see a giant vanity with two sinks, one stocked with Elliott’s things and the other with a few hair products and a tooth brush which must’ve been from Cleo as well. There was a big stand up shower with shiny glass doors and a massive shower head with a window in the ceiling overhead. Beside the shower was a large bath tub, probably big enough to fit two people. “I’ve always wanted a hot shower.” I replied sheepishly and Elliott frowned for a moment.

“I only have two-in-one shampoo.” “Goddess, you’re such a guy,” I tease but make a mental note to raid my mom’s heavily stocked bathroom for her good shampoos and soaps tomorrow before the memorial. I pluck the single bottle off the shower shelf and gasp, holding it up to him. “Cole, this is three-in-one. Shampoo, conditioner, and body wash? That’s worse! Who are you?”

I smirked and strolled inside the closet. I knew she wouldn’t move now. And if she did, then she was solely responsible for getting my dick tonight. I went inside the bathroom and took a quick cold shower. The hand was not going to work. Cold water had to work. My eyes went to the shampoo bottles placed neatly on the racks, the strawberry and jasmine things. She took her time setting everything up after freeing herself and she thought she could pretend to be miserable under those sheets. I smirked, turning off the shower and wrapping a towel around my waist before walking out of the bathroom.

She could imagine soaking in the tub while looking out at the greenery, the sun casting warm light across the space. The bathroom had everything she could ever want. There was a large vanity with a backlit mirror, drawers filled with high-end skincare products, and neatly arranged fluffy towels. The shower was a walk-in, encased in glass, with multiple jets and a rainfall showerhead. Even the scent of the room was inviting—a delicate blend of lavender and vanilla that made her feel instantly relaxed.

But given how rushed I was with packing, this kit feels more like an 80/20. Stepping into the decadent marble bathroom with a pair of yoga pants and tank top in tow, I open the bathroom cabinet with delight; eager to see the free samples on offer. Like a kid in a candy store, I take out the miniature bottles of shampoo, body wash, and cream supplied.

Her tone sank a bit as she recollected her crammy room in the packhouse of the Red Moon Pack, "This bathroom can accommodate two rooms like the one I had in the packhouse!" Skyla could spot cabinets which she believed were accommodating shampoos, shower gels, towels, toiletries and hair dryer. She spotted a white colored wash basin with a mirror above it. The mirror was bordered with several bulbs that were turned on. And there was a cabinet below the wash basin while the counter in which the basin was drilled had a pile of towels on it.

I say, and immediately make way to the bathroom, knowing she’d protest. It’s a good thing her clothes fit me. I close the door of the bathroom against Wilma’s complaints. It smells like the Bath and Body Works aisle in here. Curiously, I inspect the rows and rows of bottles on the glass shelves in the bathroom, and realize there’s enough shampoo, conditioner, and body washes to last three girls three separate lifetimes. Everything in here is made of transparent glass; the shower stall, the sink, the shelves, even the towel handles, except of course the toilet seat, because that would be too ridiculous to believe.

Now staring in awe as I move to inspect each item within the basket. Small ooh’s and ahh’s soon gracing my lips as I move to spot many new things. Things I’ve never heard of before as I continue to inspect each piece. My eyes spotting things from shampoo to conditioners. To bodywash. To even a personalized bathrobe and matching slippers. Now excited to use most if not all of my new items as I move to enjoy my magical shower alone.

When she opened the door, she came across all the knobs in the shower. She touched one and was shocked when a jet of cold water shot at her from the side. She touched another and let out a shriek when cold water jetted at her from the top. She decided to turn towards the shower shelves and pick out what shower gel she would be using. She smelled each and every one of the many jars until she found the one that smelled like Alpha Amal. It was vanilla scented and woodsy, and that's what she wanted to smell like. She also picked up his shampoo gel and went over her hair, scrubbing the suds into her long hair. She couldn't remember the last time she had washed her hair and she wanted to relish it

One of the additions to the shower, an improvement over supporting yourself grasping a safety handle, was another stool. This was a sturdy molded plastic 4-step stool with a large flat top somebody could stand on. It was also perfect to bend over when taking it from behind. The stool was designed to shed water, no extra care was required. We tested it and it got our seal of fucking approval.