Towel Drop Novels & Stories

His towel was loosely tied around his tiny waist , such that I could see the path leading to his region below his abdomen. Drops of water dripped down his wide chest , down to his tummy. It seemed he just finished taking his shower. I was drooling already, I couldn't even understand the feeling at that moment. I didn't notice he was walking close to the spot where I stood. I hadn't taken time to admire this young man and now that I was doing that, I can only gasp. I stared up to his broad shoulders, though not so muscular, I was loving what my eyes were seeing.

Wrapped in nothing but a towel. I am mumbling to myself about possessive sex slaves when I bump into something hard. Losing grasp of the towel that is wrapped around my body it falls to the ground as I scramble to cover myself back up. Bending quickly to the ground I pick up the towel and cover myself the best that I can before looking up to see who I have bumped into. Alexander is standing above me with a very amused look on his face. "Interesting," he says as he looks down at me kneeling on the ground. "Who knew you would look so good in a towel?" He says with a hint of laughter in his voice.

The fluffy material was now soggy from the water that had splashed out of the tub. I dropped the towel to the floor, trying to sop up the rest of the water when Oliver released the stopper from the drain. He stood up, getting out of the tub and nudging the other towel into the water before walking over to grab us another towel.

He helped me up and I held onto my towel quickly, fearing it would fall because it had already loosened. The towel wrapped around my head had already fallen off due to the fall that I had narrowly escaped but I didn't bother to pick it up, there was already enough awkwardness in the air. "I'm really sorry for barging into your room like this, I apologize for my rude behavior." He apologized as he ran a hand through his long blonde hair that almost fell on his face. I turned my back to him and secured my towel to my body. I would absolutely hate it if it had to come off in front of a stranger and a hot one at that.

Watching the water drop from my hair down to my body, it felt soothing how it trickled down to my legs. Father's call was soon to come, and I waited on it. Anytime soon, it'd ring and I would have to explain all the fucking decisions I made today. I came out of the shower, a towel round my waist and my hair dripping wet. “What a fucking long…” my voice trailed as I saw Amy standing before me. She gasped and I gulped. But then the most embarrassing thing happened. My towel which I ensured was tied properly round my waist, dropped to the floor. I was bare.

“Bet you’d love to watch, wouldn’t you? Creep. Mr. Buttons, we can’t let him see us naked. Quick, to the kitchen!” I thrust my glass in the air like a sword. “Operation Towel Shield is a go!” Mr. Buttons barked. Agreement? Confusion? Didn’t matter. I grabbed a kitchen towel and scanned the room. Chair? No. Barstool? No. Both. “Yes. Perfect.” I stacked the chair on top of the barstool, still gripping my drink with one hand. The chair scraped across the floor as I dragged the whole wobbly mess toward the bathroom.

I saunter up to him and run my hand down his abs. “You know you love it and wouldn’t have things any other way.” I look down and see the towel is now tented. I drop my hand down to where the towel is tied at his waist. I let my hand undo the towel, watching it fall to the floor. I inch my hand down with the intention of running it across his tip.

She tucked the top corner in, so it stayed in place around her. Hayward had long believed that there were few things sexier than a woman wearing nothing more than a towel, and Elissa only reinforced that. He slowly licked his lips and then followed her out of the bath. He took a moment to wipe himself down (just so he wasn’t dripping wet), then tied the towel around his waist.

It teases his nipples before continuing down to the very middle part of his abs. "Stella, how was the flight?", I hear him say, but it comes from a distance, almost like an echo that will take a light year to reach me as his real voice. "The water droplet continues and sways in the hollow of his belly button before collecting with more water and dropping with one strong fall on his towel. I notice it soak the folded part of his towel, one that is quite small for his size in a way that makes me wish it'll come lose.

"I wanted to bring you these, but it looks like you already have what you need." The moment the words left my mouth, Declan didn't hesitate. With a completely straight face, he let Ginger's towel slip from his fingers, letting it fall directly onto the muddy grass beneath his cleats. "Oops," Declan said, his voice entirely deadpan as he looked down at the ruined fabric. "Guess I can't use that one anymore. Can I have yours, please?" A collective, silent gasp rippled through the nearby students. I smiled, a slow, entirely satisfied curve of my lips, and handed him my towel and water bottle. "Of course."