Novel & Cerita Towel Wrapped Around Waist

I need all my senses intact for the bargain I was about to strike with the hot dude behind me now. “I am toweling myself, or can’t you see that too?” I queried, wrapping myself up with the towel which ended up achieving nothing because my body was already dry and didn’t need the towel-I had done just that to get his attention-and the next second, Kaden was taking it away from my body. “I don’t think you need to cover your body up. We are alone here.” He muttered, wrapping his hand around my waist, bringing his hardened cock to my ass.

Himari’s POV. - Zorien steps out of the bathroom with a white towel tied around his waist and another over his dripping hair. My eyes bulge out and my jaw slackens. ‘W-what in the moon is he doing?!’ Every nerve ending in my body seems to be vibrating as he lifts both his taunt arms to rub the towel roughly in his hair.

I was struck too. The only thing Elio wore from his waist up was a chain of beads which slanted vertically from his right shoulder and to the left side of his waist. A white faux fur neckpiece hung around his neck with another red and white beaded neckpiece. He looked so good and as he turned even I was thrown off because I couldn’t remember his abs being that scrumptious. If it were up to me, he would wear that every day, every single day. Around his waist was a black belt which held a faux leopard skin apron or loin-like material which sat on two thick brown cotton fabrics aligned together, tied at his waist. The fabrics left space so when he walked, his whole leg was in display. The man w

Amara Making my way out of the shower with a large, soft, charcoal towel tightly wrapped around me with my long hair dripping with water. I felt much cleaner, much more relaxed and just overall a lot happier. I saw clothes laid out on the bed and a little note next to them. The clothes that were laid out were a pair of black cycling sports shorts and a large jumper to go over them.

I got distracted between reading the label, balancing the wide package, and walking that I forgot that the towel was too small to securely stay around my body. And it slipped loose. With a gasp, I dropped the package and ducked in time as the towel slipped open but my hands caught it before it exposed any part of my body that was way too private to be seen. I didn’t really think much about it until I straightened back up, still trying to cover my ass with the fabric when I saw Adonis frozen in the kitchen doorway. He was staring at me, in his sexy as fuck work-out gear, white air-pods in his ears, hair messily spiked with his hands wrapped with black and -surprise, surprise- Chase standing b

As he hadn't dried off completely, droplets of water slid down his abs and disappeared into the towel. While walking toward the bed, the towel shifted slightly downward, revealing his defined Adonis belt.

I was surprised that Jaxson was not yelling my name already, or was he already working on his files? I managed to tie the towel around my body; it couldn't go round so I just used my hand to roll it and fold it inside. It became too short, but I managed it that way. I came out gently, I was careful so the towel wouldn't fall off, and I stylishly used my hand to cover my thigh. “I thought you were going to spend eternity in the bathroom, and why are you acting like a shy teenager? What is wrong? "I couldn't find a bigger towel, sir; this one is too small for me so I don't want it to fall off.

he complimented and I smiled. "Aren't you going to get dressed?" I asked looking at the towel wrapped around his waist. The towel looked like it was hanging on for dear life. It hung loosely at the lowest part of his waist giving me a clear view of his abs and his v line disappearing into the towel. I shook away the thought and looked up to see him smirking. "My girl is drooling, you must like what you see," he said and wiped my face. His thumbs lingered on my lips before he brought them to his mouth, sucked, and winked at me.

I wrapped my hair in a towel, taking another one around me as I stepped out of the shower. I always found the art of perfectly wrapping a towel around oneself and moving around handsfree, very fascinating. I never got the hang of it. Instead, I would hold up the end of the wrap tightly under my arm. Basically making myself handicapped in one arm. I made my way to the living area of my small apartment, one arm holding up the towel wrapped around myself, the other hand drying my hair with a smaller towel.

My hair was left wrapped in a towel. What would I wear? I walked around until I saw two handles. Pulling them back to reveal a very neat looking closet. It was tiny but it would do. He would forgive me but since he had already lent me his t-shirt, his wardrobe was game. I pulled another t-shirt, wearing it and it was so baggy. I pulled, twisted and tied it to a knot at the back of my waist area.