Towel Wrapped Around Waist Novels & Stories

Ignoring my curiosity, I continued tracing my fingers down his well-toned body in a straight line toward the exposed navel just above the edge of the wet towel draped around his waist. The sight of his belly button made me crave the taste of it so bad that I couldn't resist. So, I slid down to sit on his knees, lowering my body and sticking out my tongue to gently moisten it. However, I paused midway when I sensed something hindered my movement—something hard, hot, and twitching. It kept poking my behind when I was straddling his hips, but now it was poking my neck. Glancing down, I noticed a thick white towel was restraining the poor buddy. I couldn't help but pity it, so I decided to give

Noah told me, while rubbing a part of my forehead. "Or here?" He told me, now rubbing another part of my forehead. Few drops of water were present on his chest and few were passing down from his chest to his stomach. He looked like some Greek God. Perfect face, with well built chest, six packs on abdomen and hard biceps and triceps. Wait! He already had a towel tied around his waist. "You had a towel, then why did you ask me to bring another?" I asked him. "Well I found it just now. Give me that," he told me and took the other towel from my hand and placed it on the hanger.

"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.

Aziel walked out of the bathroom with a towel tied around his waist, loosely. The more I stared at it the more I feared that it would fall. The towel was so low on his waist that I could see the v-line just below his abs. I found myself gawking at the happy trail that went from his belly button down into his towel and…and. My eyes slowly glanced up from his waist up to his abs and chiseled chest. It wasn’t until my eyes met his that I realized what I’d just done and the magnitude of it.

“If you like those weird sorts of designers.” I looked down at myself and giggled. “It’s not completely disreputable,” I agreed. “Good job, and thank you. What about you?” “It’s fine. You can look.” I turned around and saw he had tied his so it kind of resembled a kilt with a zipper on the edge. Theo’s waistband was sinched in with another one of those pillow rolls. “I couldn’t do as much for mine as I could for yours,” he said. “But at least everything that needs to be covered is covered.”

Oh God! What does she put on?? She really didn't want to go nãked in front of Khalid before he gets arouse again and decides to.... Gosh! She looked around and finding a towel closeby, she took it and wrapped it around her chest. It was damn short but manageable. She walked to the door, opened it and returned to the bedroom. Khalid was fixing his neck button in front of the mirror when she walked in and as soon as his eyes spotted the mini towel she had on, he paused. She actually had to support the chest with her hand to prevent it from falling off or something.

I looked up at him, then leaned forward and steadied myself on his shoulders, my plastic-covered arm making crackling noises in his ear. His hands held my waist, steadying me as I motioned to climb out. I was wet... In more ways than one... and the droplets of water that clung to me felt like ice crystals on my skin. I think he noticed my discomfort, because instead of allowing his hands to linger on my flesh, he wrapped a charcoal-colored towel around me, rubbing my shoulders to warm me up. He definitely wasn't done with me yet though, and once he was satisfied that I was likely mostly dry, he pushed the towel off of my shoulders, allowing it to land in a bundle on the floor around my ankle

'Will you be able to do that? "I'm not naked, curly hair" with one of his hand, holding her hand, he pushed the strands of hair to the back and watched her. Priyanka closely opened her eyes and saw that the towel that was tied to his slim waist. It barely covered his thighs. She looked at him and hold back her breath. He was looking super hot but she would let the temptation pass her by "this towel is equivalent to nothing."

It made me chuckle. He put me down in front of the closet, and opened it, “make sure you wear something sexy” he said to me before going into the bathroom. He took his bath and 15 minutes later he came out of the bathroom wearing just a towel on his waist. I stood there gazing at my man's hot body, and the towel that was wrapped loosely around his waist which could go off anytime.

"W-what? Of course not, I just wanted to inquire. I became intrigued. I've just recently had the opportunity to pose this question." He gave a nod. "Alright. And the other one seems to be doing, and sometimes does not." "Alright, fine. Whatever." When we were finally ready to go, Justine took a new, feathery towel from the bathroom countertop where he had put it and rolled up it firmly over me. It felt really good to have something warm and smooth against my skin that I tightened it over my abdomen, even more, oblivious to the fact that water was flowing down to my knees and drenching the carpet at our feet. I observed as Justine put a clean towel around his waistline and beads of water drip