Kiss her

You lean in slowly and begin kissing her. She gasps in surprise just before your lips meet. But soon, she moans softly into your mouth and her tongue mingles with yours.

“Wait,” she gasps regaining her composure. “What the hell are we doing?” She pushes you back away from her. The towel, now sagging slightly, has exposed more of her lovely cleavage.

“We cannot do this… I’m married,” she whispers somewhat reluctantly. With an almost disappointed look, she closes the door.