Harinder wrapped his fingers around his cock and began to stroke. Preeti's eyes, fear and shame replaced with her own need, bore into him. She moved her hand down his chest and then to his cock. Never breaking eye contact, she pulled his hand away. Her long, soft fingers replaced his on the heavy shaft. Her touch was gentle as she tentatively began to stroke him. The water, getting colder, cascade over her following the contours of her body in hundreds of little streams and rivulets.

When she shivered, he reached over and turned the tap. Except for his heavy breaths and the sporadic dripping of residual water, silence pervaded the washroom. The husband and wife stared at each for interminable moments. Her hand still stroking him.