Unbreakable Shower Doors Novels & Stories

They continued on to the bathroom, where the promise of a refreshing shower awaited them. They entered Efrain's luxurious bathroom, a showcase of refined taste and luxury. The walls were adorned with sleek, dark marble, complemented by touches of brushed gold and chrome. In one corner, a spacious, glass-enclosed shower stood, boasting multiple showerheads and a built-in bench for maximum comfort.

, She smiled as saying, "That'd be great." She stood, noticing the bathroom within. There were two double vainities and an average toilet beside a small closet. Then there was the shower, there was no tub, but a large stand-up shower with an entire glass front. The shower was tiled with a standard shower head, along with a rainfall head mounted in the ceiling. In the back, was a bench that was not only wide enough for your feet, but also to sit on, giving the shower an almost spa-like atmosphere.

I asked impatiently. “The lock on this bathroom door is busted. It’s one of those old ones that only unlocks from the outside with a key. If it swings shut while you’re inside… you’re stuck.” I laughed out in frustration. “You expect me to believe that? In a hotel? I am a thirty-four-year-old woman! Try again!” "I am telling the truth, please believe me. I usually shower with the door propped open for that exact reason, but you are present and also Angel. I had to close the door and forgot totally about the lock until it slammed shut and I knew it was over for me."

“I swear if this thing tells me a knock-knock joke—” “Knock knock,” the system said. I shut the door in disbelief, laughing so hard my towel nearly slipped. I stepped into the master bathroom with a towel clutched to my chest, staring at the sleek, touch-sensitive shower panel like it was a spaceship control board. “Why does it have five buttons for just water?” I mumbled. I poked one. The shower panel blinked. “Good evening, Luna Maggie. Would you like a calming rainforest simulation or volcanic mist mode?”

“Sure.” “I need to shower, and stop by my place for clothes.” “I hate the thought of you putting your clothes back on,” he said with that grin of his as he swatted my butt playfully as I got up. I opened the shower door to see the most amazing shower I had ever seen. It was huge, could have fit ten people in it. There were nine different shower heads arranged at different levels on three sides of the walls. The entire area was covered in a beautiful ceramic patterned tile. There were overhead dimmers and heat lamps. It had built in surround benches large enough for a man to lay down on.

He wrapped his heavy arm around my waist, dragging my semi-clothed body toward the back of the gym where the heavy glass doors opened into the private steam room and marble showers. "We need to clean you up before the board meeting, doll," he whispered roughly, turning the dial on the wall. The overhead nozzles instantly hissed to life, cascading a heavy, blinding downpour of scalding water over our heads, completely soaking my hair and the remnants of my clothes. The room rapidly filled with a thick, opaque cloud of white steam, reducing our visibility to less than three feet. Suddenly, the heavy, reinforced glass entry door of the shower block shattered inward with a deafening, explosive c

Which…helped perk the morning wood back to life in me. I retreated to my room, only to remember, shit, my sister had invaded it. I wouldn’t be able to shower with the bathroom door open as I liked. Since moving out on my own with a bathroom connected to my bedroom, I had discovered I hated showering with the door closed. It made me feel claustrophobic, so I rarely ever closed it.

It stands out beautifully in contrast to the black floors. On the other side of the room was a shower big enough to fit six people. Why does someone need such a large shower? I walked over to the shower to turn it on and my jaw fit the floor. There are shower heads all over the walls and the ceilings, the only place that didn't have shower heads is the long glass wall that has three doors on it. I looked around for the water nobs to turn the shower on but I couldn't find them anywhere. I felt along the walls for a hidden chamber or something but it was flat solid black and white tile. I looked on the wall on the outside of the shower and found a small tv screen.

This is not even considered a bathroom, just a less than one square meter place on a shower head, relying on a half-encircled wooden door separating a dozen bathing points, not even a shower curtain. The wooden door was designed to barely cover the parts of the bath below the waist and above the knees, and the wooden door had rotted to the point that fingers with a little force could poke a hole, and there were potholes everywhere. There is almost no difference between this sheltered and uncovered. Not to mention that if there are only a dozen shower spots, the real shower comes in as many people as there are now, so won't there be several people waiting around when a person is washing.

I don’t have the luxury of showing weaknesses. “Then I shall go take a shower now.” She pushed me to stand up and I let her go. After a few minutes I followed her to the ensuite. I know she will call for my assistance. The shower system I have installed activates with my voice. This is to prevent anyone from entering here and use what is mine. “Umm, Atticus? How does this thing work?”