A bath, and then a prayer

Amira and Ahmed got out of the laser center, and lucky for them the mosque was right across the street.

"I'm glad you came to me when you did," Ahmed opened the door to the mosque and led her in, "it's just about time for Asr."

Amira almost forgot! It was right about time for the third prayer of the day - and in the chaos of the day she had forgotten the second prayer already.

The two walked to the middle of the prayer room. Amira was glad it wasn't a Friday - otherwise the room would have been full of her friends, family, and neighbors. She walked over to a cistern of water and splashed some water onto her hands, washing her hands and feet for the wudu before setting her purse down and bending down onto a mat.

"My child," Ahmed interrupted her, "I highly suggest ghusl..."

Amira had just wanted to get everything over with, but with a sigh she went into the bath facilities and gargled water into her mouth before rinsing her nose and sinuses - this was hardly the first time she did this, but the water going through her system grounded her and helped to distract her from her predicament. She got finished and showered, rubbing the water through her black hair and even feeling the moisture on her smooth pussy for the first time. It took everything in her power to resist touching herself in an impure way, but resist she did.

Amira turned the water off and stood, shaking herself off and waiting to air dry before realizing that she didn't have any clothes to put on so it didn't really matter. So, she walked back into the prayer room where Ahmed was waiting with a smile - more one of warmth rather than lecherousness.

"Let us begin," he gestured for Amira to come down by her purse and prostrate while he did the same besides her.

It was only a few minutes, and something she had done for almost all her life, but Amira felt odd without her hijab, and with the weight of her moist hair bearing down on the nape of her neck, and wiping on her ears and on her forehead and the side of her face before resting gently on the prayer mat. This was before even mentioning her state of undress, her wet skin puckering up into goosebumps at the cool air.

Eventually they were finished and rose.

"You may go, my child," Ahmed gently led Amira out of the prayer room and out of the mosque, leading her out by the door with nothing but the purse on her shoulder.