Towel Drop Novels & Stories

The towel fell on the floor. "What are you doing? Let me pick my towel." Tyler said. "Are you wearing a boxer short?" Charlotte asked. "No." Tyler answered sharply. He felt his manhood harden and Charlotte could feel it poking her. "I'll close my eyes now,pick it and wear it okay?" Charlotte asked. "Okay." Charlotte closed her eyes and released Tyler from the hug. He bent, took his towel and wrapped it round his waist. "I'm done." Tyler said. "Seriously?" Charlotte asked.

Tiny tendrils of steam curl from the top of the water, evaporating into the chilly air, beckoning me. “Uh, that towel is clean,” Chase says, pointing out the fluffy black towel on the rod beside the tub. “There’s shampoo and shit on the ledge underneath.” “Thanks,” I murmur, eager to submerge myself in the warm water. Lifting the hem of my shirt, I tug it over my head, dropping it at my feet.

Hanging low against his right thigh, and my breath hitched for a second. He looked at me on the bed. Then down at himself. "You used the only towel?" "Sorry," I whispered. Pretending to be sleepy. He just nodded. Picked the damp towel from the tiny chair were I kept it and brought it to his face. Then ran it through his hair, droplets flying everywhere. And I watched the way his muscles moved under his skin as he dried himself off. Fuck! Then he dropped the towel on the floor. Before flicking the room lights off.

I tried my best to ignore that, ignore those feeling and focus on him. He daintily dropped me back on the bed, removed the China blue towel he flung on his shoulder and used it to dry my hair. He made sure to squeeze out as much water as he could. When he was done, he took the towel and that white can he picked up from the shelf earlier. He walked back to the shelf, dropped that can and replaced it with two and a little bottle of some kind of pills. He walked to the bathroom and then returned to me. He climbed on the bed and knelt behind me. I was really curious to know what he was going to do.

"I can help you apply a hydrogen peroxide at least. Then get dressed up quickly." I notice her eyes dropping below my navel, so I look down, only to realize that in my fear, I didn't remember that my towel was on my head and not around my waist. "We're even," I say awkwardly, my hands flying instantly on my head to remove the towel. "Yes," she smiles, but her eyes remain on my thing. Making it worse, it suddenly grows hard. "Ignore it. It's useless anyway." I press a thin smile while I wrap the towel around my waist. Ella also grabs the bedsheets to cover herself.

“Always take a towel with you everywhere.” He shook it out to look at it. His was black with ‘Groom’ in white letters; mine was white with ‘Bride’ in black. “Cute,” he said, though I caught the eye roll. “What is this for?” “You always sit on your own towel. Hygiene is very important.” “Are we going somewhere other than upstairs to our bedroom at the moment?” “Yep. Need to work on the next lesson.” “Fine,” he groaned. “Where are we going and what is the lesson?”

He held it out at arm's length and let me take it, and that small carefulness — the distance he kept, his hands going back to his sides after — undid me more than touching would have. A man who had wanted to touch me for a long time, handing me a towel from arm's length because he would not take a single thing I had not offered. I dried my hair standing in the middle of his living room. Water dripped off Helen's jacket onto his floor. He did not look at the floor once. A lamp by the window. A script face-down on the sofa arm. A glass of water on the desk. And on the desk, half-turned away, a photograph in a frame.

The hair towel dropped on the floor and my hair fell down, wet and dripping onto my shoulders while the body towel loosened from the impact and pooled at my feet. I froze, completely naked inches away from Leo.

What else was I supposed to say? The towel was starting to feel flimsy. The air in the room was too still. I figured the quicker this was over, the better. I just… dropped the towel. Callum gasped as he looked away in shock. “Jesus Christ, Roman! Why are you so… so free with the nudity?”

"I was going to shower before going to bed, but there aren't any towels in my suite.' Oh fuck. I forgot towels. I put my head in my opposite hand and internally smack myself. "I am so sorry for that. I'll be right over with some. Be there shortly!" "Thanks, Nadia. See you soon." Click. I shoot up from the couch in my house, throw my hair up into a messy bun and head out the door. I get to the new building as quickly as I can and go to the storage room on the main floor, grabbing 4 grey towels and hopping into the elevator. The oh so familiar ding hits on the 10th floor, and I make my way to the last door. I sigh and I look down.