Shower Together Novels & Stories

I said. "It's okay, when is it?" he asked. "Today and I think I am late already," I griteed. "Well then, let's get ready. I want to see our baby," MIn said and pulled me excitedly to the bathroom. it seems bathing together was going to be the normal thing around here, because how else would you explain Min casually dragging me to the bathroom and undressing me? He took off his clothes and we went into the shower. After Min washed me, he did the same thing to himself. He helped me wash my hair and led me out of the bathroom. I grabbed two towels and wrapped one around me and himself.

I think she understands to some extent because she doesn’t demand chicken anymore. Renia’s cries were getting really loud now, and I just can’t seem to get her to stop crying. So I kept bouncing and whispering some words to her and singing lightly, but she wasn’t having any of it. “You want to shower, Renia?” I asked her, and she sent me a watery smile at the ‘shower.’ One thing that Lucy and Renia have in common is their love for showers. They literally mess up the bathroom every time they take a shower, especially when they do it together.

He looked down at their bodies and proposed, "Sorry for the mess. Looks like we need to clean up, but since we are conserving water and all, how about we shower together?" Anna bit her lip. Somehow, she felt they would do more than just showering. Her nipples hardened at the thought of making love again. She cleared her throat and replied, "I'm for Mother Nature. Let's shower together."

“Together.” The shower wasn’t about sex. It was about washing away the tension. We stood under the warm spray, his body behind me, his hands soapy as they smoothed over my shoulders, my back. It was intimate, but quiet. A silent rebuilding. I leaned into him, my forehead against his chest, and let the water rinse everything clean. We dressed in simple clothes—sweatpants for him, a soft sweater for me. The domesticity felt strange, but good. Like we were resetting.

I mean we have been here a few days and we still haven't made love. So I guess it's safe to say that my husband wants to take his time with me and I am okay as long as he could repeat what he did to me last night. I must admit that I thought that we were going all the way. When the guest left we went up. I decided to take a shower and while I was in the shower, Jonathan decided to join me. At first I was surprised that he got in while I was in the shower. "They say water is a scarce resource, showering together saves water..." He said as he stood in front of me. Seeing him like this was already too much, the thought of having him that close to me was maddening.

She followed me into the house. We reached our room, and I walked with her straight into the bathroom. When I shut the door behind us and turned on the shower, she stared at me with wide eyes. "What are you doing?" I couldn't help smiling as I peeled off my clothes. "I'm taking a shower." "Um, okay...well, I'll just wait until you are done..." She backed toward the door. I grasped her wrist. "Oh, no you don't. We'll get done much faster if we shower together."

I asked hopefully. She laughed. "No, separately. If we shower together we'll never leave this penthouse." She was probably right, but what a fucking way to start the morning.

Given he’d be well aware that she was in no condition to indulge in shower sex this morning, she had no doubt that she’d be showering alone. They regularly showered together whenever she slept over. And whenever they did, it always went the same way… they each took care of washing their own bodies and hair. Then he would sit back and watch while she finished since he was always done first, leaning against the tile wall with arms crossed, eyes dark and hungry. Then they’d fuck… slow or fast, gentle or rough, depending on the mood that morning… and rinse their bodies again before coming out. The memory made her cheeks heat even through the hangover haze.

Surely they should shower first if they were going to meke love? Shower? Who had time for a shower when the arrow was already on the bowstring? But if he didn't shower, she would nag, so he took a deep breath. Since they had to shower, they might as well do it together. It could be a form of intimacy. Before she could react, he pulled her into the room and straight to the bathroom, even turning on the air conditioner!

It's been that long? He walks in. "C'mon. Time for a shower." I give him an incredulous look. "Uh…first off, I'm not a child. I will shower when I want to. Second, I would'nt shower with you in the room." A dangerous smirk darkens his features and I get the feeling I wouldn't like what he's about to say. "We're showering together." Wait. What? "You're joking, right?" He doesn't smile. "Nope."