Towel

The outdoor showers were running, doors swinging open and shut, splashes of puddles on the bare concrete. A refreshing coolness contrasting the blaring hot sun, evaporating the water marks left behind. Barefoot feet drawing footprints across the pavement. An affluent, luxurious, and relaxing escape.

"If you wrap the towel around your body, one edge touching your thigh, and roll the top down before tucking", he said touching her near, an incidental moment of touch. "It won't fall.”

He took a step back.

"I wish I knew this earlier."

"Though... unless, you meant it to fall," he said as a capricious wink.

He brought her closer, his hands on her waist. I forgot to mention mischievous, if only ever just a suggestion, a caress to the imagination. He glanced at her, observing a sensual touch about the way she wore what she wore.

"Well, that depends," she said. "If we don't get caught."

He nudged her shoulder and gave a subtle smirk, "Oh... I'm sure we can get away with it".