Yeah, rrright ... But what about just a quick peek beefore leaving?

As you slowly lean down towards the window, paying great attetion to every movement you make, you have to push away the irrational fear that they could hear the frenzied thumping of your heartbeat from inside.
The somewhat narrow room is well lit and the pearl white tiles, immediately channel your focus on the couple standing at the center of it.

Miranda and Tom, as you already knew. Her arm twitches rhythmically as she looks around, her hand firmly clinging to his cumbersome erection.
He waits, silently enjoying her handjob with his head tilted back and hands behind his back, almost flaunting his six pack.

She, on the other hand, seems way more interested in the bathroom furniture, though.
Her fully clothed attire, opposed to him being totally naked, adds unneded awkardnes to the scene.
Not that you would have preferred her to be naked too...

When did the idiot took his shirt off? And why?

"Have you locked the door?"

"Why should I have?"

"Don't you do it, when you use usually the bathroom, Tom?"

"Nah, not really, but you're the one in charge ..."He replies making the lock click after having shrugged in his shoulder.

"You know what? Leave it unlocked, I have changed my mind..."

"Pff, sure... Whatever your lady desires."

You notice with disquiet that in spite of Tom's words, you didn't hear the lock click again.

"Geeze... Sarah was right about the shower curtain, but she didn't rember how far it actually is from the toliet. Or did she?"

She's right.
Even form where you are, it's pretty clear how impossible would be to reach with an hand someone inside the shower box while sitting on the bowl.
Did Sarah lied just to cut the argument? That wouldn't surprise you...

"So what now?" Sighs Tom, actually way more collaborative than you would expect.

Clearly a tactic.

"Let's just ... turn around ... yeah, like that, and then ... no, wait, no no. NO, I said! Wait... It's not gonna work like that..."

"Like this?"

"Err ..."

You watch them goofily twist and turn one around each other a few times to find a comfortable position that would allow Miranda to sit on the toliet and keep stroking Tom's cock without him looking at her.

"I think you'll have to resign to do it in front of me, Miranda."

She lets out a sigh of frustration turning her head in your direction for a second, but fortunatley, completely failing to see you in the darkness.

"But ... can't I stop just for a minute, Tom? Just one tiny minute? Pretty please?" She whines.

"Ok now, I know I'm being soft here, which is quite funny, as I'm rock hard in fact, but I'm willing to let you off the hook this time. I'll trade a minute of relax for a minute of something that I want in exchange."

Funny? Idiot ...

"Uh-uh? A-And what would it be that you want?"

"Well I want you, you know that, but I will settle for a minute of that soft little mouth of yours around my cock. What do you think of it? Deal?"