Towel Wrapped Around Waist Novels & Stories

Then I sipped the coffee. After a while, Sahir stepped out of the washroom wrapping towel around his waist, and hurriedly went inside the closet. My mouth hung open while chewing the food, seeing him in a towel, which was loosely hanged around his waist, showing his perfect shaped body and sculpted torso.

I knew it was meant to be a white towel, but it had gone grayish. “I don’t suppose they have some big, soft, Hilton-grade terry cloth robes in this place,” he muttered, grabbing a towel for himself while I tried, unsuccessfully, to keep my boobs from popping out of mine. “Pretty sure we’re out of luck on that one,” I replied. I took my hand away from his cock so he could wrap his towel around his waist. But, eyes twinkling with mischief, Caleb took my hand and inserted it between the folds of the towel so I could wrap my hand around his thick dick again.

​My breath hitched, dying in my throat. ​Xavier stepped out, a white towel tied loosely precisely, dangerously loosely—around his waist. It hung low on his hips, held by nothing more than a haphazard knot that looked like a single tug would send it to the floor. Water droplets clung to his skin, tracing the terrifyingly perfect lines of his body. ​

The lower half of the gown was slightly loose to conceal her belly, and the bust and hip area had a laced edge that made the wearer look even sexier. As she waited for Jackson impatiently while counting to a hundred countless times, Jackson finally finished bathing and came out with only a towel wrapped around his waist. His body had just the right amount of muscle tone from his usual exercise routine. He was covered in vapor from having just bathed and the fragrance from the shower gel. One look was all it took for Tiffany to have a hard time keeping herself from pouncing at him like a wild animal.

turning around to face him, she watches a never ending smirk on his face and he reaches out to touch the towel that is wrapped around his waist. With a sudden pull, he slips the towel off his body and his member comes exposed. She feels her mouth left open and he watches her eyes becoming wide with surprise. Elizabeth's hurried departure leaves him standing alone in the room, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips. His fingers glide through his hair, tousling it slightly as he contemplates the encounter that just transpired. The heat of the moment lingers, electrifying the air around him. With a sense of self-assured confidence, he wraps the towel snugly around his waist, the fabric barely

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.

I wrap the towel around my naked body, tucking the ends under my arms. Owen flinches slightly. “You know Hazel Summers?” He turns around to look at me, the towel unfortunately wrapped around his waist. Thankfully it’s low enough that I still see the perfect indentations of his V shaped abdomen. I bite my lower lip as naughty thoughts enter my mind.

He had clearly just stepped out of the private steam shower in the adjoining bathroom. The only thing covering his body was a single, dark gray towel wrapped precariously around his waist, clinging to his low, powerful hips. My heart leaped into my throat, hammering so hard I was sure he could hear it. I stared up at him in absolute shock, my mouth dry, my voice trapped in my chest.

The man is walking sin wrapped in Egyptian cotton. His chest is this perfect expanse of golden skin stretched over muscle that probably has its own ZIP code. Every movement makes his abs shift and contract like he’s performing some kind of anatomical symphony. Water droplets from his shower are still trailing down his torso, following the ridges and valleys like they’re mapping territory. And that towel? Christ, that towel is doing absolutely nothing to hide the fact that he’s apparently blessed by the gods of inappropriate timing and superior genetics. Alexander Fucking Madrigal.

The eyes closed once more and a tongue poked out and licked the lips. A sigh left the lips before the owner reached for the towel that was hanging on the hanger and wiped his body, a muscular chest with flat strong tummy with sexy looking six packs, the water beads made it sexy to look upon and he slowly dabbed the towel on his skin before tying it around his slim waist. He opened the glass and stepped out, then walking to the door, he opened it and stopped, looking at the woman dressed in nothing but red lingerie.