Looking at her resistance, I proceeded to clarify that I wasn’t implying that I’ll be completely naked, I was indeed planning to have a bath in briefs only. She nodded slightly and I took the cue and prodded to the shower stall. I turned the shower on and let the warm water seep all through my body. Mridula had also started cleaning up the sink and dusting the shelves while I was soaping myself in completely drenches undies in front her. My Armani briefs were so drenched that the shape of my cock and balls was completely visible through them. She would take small breaks in between her cleaning to look intently at my wet body, the water dripping from my well-built chest pecs to my navel surrounded by my abs and finally down my thick strong thighs. In less than 5 minutes I was done with my quick shower. I had forgotten to take a towel in all the rush, so I came out of the stall in my wet undies and asked Mridula to find me a towel. There was a huge bulge in my briefs and it was clearly visible – even the dickhead was making an impression on the black cloth.
Mridula came back from the bedroom with a white towel in her hands, “Yeh lo, Ajaz”, (There you go, Ajaz) she said. I took the towel and rubbed the water droplets from my body, starting with my hair, neck, bulging pecs, and my thighs and feet. I still felt a little wet on my back so I asked Mridula, “Yeh zara peeche saaf kardo?” (Just rub me from behind), while handing her the towel. She softly dabbed my flexed back muscles with the towel. As she reached my lower back, I sneezed suddenly. I had caught a slight cold. “Yaar yeh sardi kaise lag gayi?”, (Damnit, how did I catch the cold breeze?), I exclaimed to myself. I wasn’t expecting an answer but she retorted, “Gila kapda pehna hai aapne” (You’re wearing wet clothes), pointing to my undies. I smiled at her in an understanding way and nodded in agreement. “Sahi baat hai” (You’re right), I said, while loosely tying the towel around my waist and taking one hand inside the towel to push down the brief. I then held the towel with the other hand and put my hand from beneath the towel to tug my wet briefs off. I then tied my towel tightly and handed her the briefs to put for a wash. I walked into the bedroom, opened my underwear drawer, took another pair out and with my towel tied to my waist, put one leg after another in the briefs and pulled them up. When it was halfway up, I took my towel off with my back towards the bathroom door and slid the brief all the way up.
The next morning I had a marathon practice with my gym-buddies, so I got ready and left along with Mahima only. I was back home in a couple of hours though, Mridula opened the door to me. I was sweating profusely and asked her to make me a limesoda, as I paced towards my room having picked up a banana from the dining table. I usually don’t close doors and I walked into my room, turned the AC on, ate my banana. I was just pulling my vest off my chest when I heard Mridula walk in. I smiled at her nicely, handed her the banana peel asking her to chuck it into the trash, and then also proceeded to hand her my vest to put in the washing machine. She was about to turn away and exit, when I said, “Arrey yeh bhi le jao” (Arrey, take this also), tugging on my gym shorts and taking them off. I handed it to her but she looked a bit perplexed. I was confused when I finally felt a cold breeze brush my butt-cheeks. Then I realised that I was wearing just a jockstrap underneath the shorts and nothing else. “Ah, acha. Yeh bhi underwear hi hai, kya hua?” (Oh, okay. This is also an underwear only, what happened?) I responded curtly as if it’s completely natural, as it is for me. She just nodded and now her eyes left the ground and were more comfortable looking at everything around and me as well.