From a rack Nabil pulled what looks like a pair of tea towels, only longer. One he lashed around his own waist. And he slipped the other around her back and tied it at the front over her breasts.
‘Do you know how the Iranian bath looked like?’ He asked
‘No.’
‘You should have a taste, before you return home. But until then, let me give you a taste.’
Nabil slid his hands under the cloth. ‘But we can dispense with these,’ and he slipped his fingers into her panties and slid her perfectly serviceable and utterly boring underwear down her legs.
Technically she wasn’t naked, despite her cloth was short enough to be considered indecent and left her legs exposed for him to see, but the combination of his touch on her skin and the knowledge that there was nothing more between them than a
