Towel Wrapped Around Waist Novels & Stories

That's why he threw a towel, so that she could cover her up. She wasn't even fully naked, despite that she was having such an impact on him. What would he do if someday she want to serve him in the bed? Zieve quickly brushed off such wild thoughts and begin to focus on other things. He finally released himself for the last time and took a quick shower. He came out of the shower wiped himself with a fresh towel and wrapped a towel around his waist. His bathroom had a cupboard that contained fresh undergarments. He took out one undearwear and wore it. He finally came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel around his waist, looking smoking hot with his exposed chest and toned upper body.

Water droplets lined his muscular profile in a sexy and charming way as he wiped his damp hair with a towel. Her gaze fell on the teddy bear bath towel, and she was instantly piqued. This towel was specifically bought for Youyou. After each bath, the little lad would wrap himself in this towel, which covered his body just right. However, on this man, it could only barely cover his midsection, including his private parts. “Hey.” She pointed at the bath towel on him neutrally. “That’s Youyou’s.” Unhappy, he threw her a sidelong glare. “So?”

To tell someone they were not to be higher would mean them crawling on their bellies like the worms they were. As appealing as that thought was, it wasn't functional. Nor was the towel wrapped about the bulk of his waist, covering his lower regions. It was thicker than the clothes worn in the old days and not as easy to move in, especially as the hem became saturated with water. He put up with it, it was a small irritant at the end of the day. He gazed around, enraptured by the destruction and his grin widened every time he saw the shade of a human, living or deceased, stiff in the shadows.

I scan from Two to the garment in search of further justification. "You wrap it like this." She says I blush as I blushingly let my towel fall to the ground as she takes the cloth and makes a gesture toward it. My face is flushed scarlet from my incapacity to take care of myself, and I feel like a child getting dressed by my mother. Two knots the cloth with a thread at my waist and my right thigh after draping it over my shoulder. All over my body, it rips huge holes, exposing pale, freckled skin. Once more, I reach for the towel, but Two stops me by shaking her head.

His skin was a healthy wheat color under the light, making one want to imagine him in the sunlight. The towel around his waist was casually wrapped, and he seemed not to realize how little he was wearing, but looked at Emily in surprise with the desk lamp in her hand.

I was half awake now so I could handle myself. Carlo passed me one huge white towel while he used a smaller one on my hair. He left first, with a towel wrapped loosely around his waist, droplets of water dripping down his ripped, sexy body. I joined him later when I was done and he already had grey sweatpants on and nothing more. His broad chest, shoulders and impressive pecs are on full display. My eyes dropped lower to his rock hard abs, moving down to the magnificent ‘V’ that led to that beautiful dick of his.

His broad shoulders and chest which seemed to stretch forever made her swallow as her mouth went dry. Her breath caught in her throat as she looked at him. She felt her face grow hot, her skin prickle with goosebumps. Her gaze moved downward to the towel wrapped around his waist which was slung low on his hips, the sharp V-shape of his torso. His waist was impossibly narrow, a tiny span of skin and muscle that seemed to connect his powerful chest to his chiseled lower back. The towel clung to his hips, outlining the subtle curves of his obliques and the sharp jut of his hip bones. It was as if his body had been carved from some denser, more resilient material than the rest of humanity.

CHERRY'S POV I come out of the Jacuzzi bathtub and tie my towel around my waist, instead of my chest, putting my stretchy arms on display. I cream my body then put on a black jeans trouser, a black long sleeved top and pack my hair in a simple ponytail after brushing and styling it with some hair gel.

Riley’s POV Jax stepped out, steam curling around him like some vengeful Greek god on a casual stroll. He was now completely shirtless, a towel wrapped around his waist at a disturbingly low level. Droplets clung to his chest like they didn’t want to leave, sliding over the sharp ridges of his abs and lower, disappearing into those sharp v lines just above his— Nope. Nope, no thank you. I shook my head. My eyes snapped back up like I'd just been caught stealing government secrets.

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.