No.

You decide against it. You really don't know how long Doe will take in the shower, and god forbid you can't finish by the time she gets out. Your half-erection is already potentially noticeable, but if you stroke it to full mast, there's no way she won't see it, even if she doesn't walk in on you.

This turns out to be the right decision, because it seems your fantasizing took a little longer than you thought. What seemed like a minute was actually closer to ten, and five minutes later, the shower shuts off. You hear her step out of the shower, her bare feet making a low squeaking sound on the linoleum floor. She starts using the hairdryer, and does this for about another minute, then she shuts it off and opens the door.

The towels at the hotel aren't necessarily small, but they certainly aren't big either. Doe has to wrap the towel around herself lengthwise, so it doesn't cover as much vertical space as she'd probably like. The top edge of the towel is wrapped across her breasts, falling maybe two inches above the nipple. Presumably it would be higher, but the bottom edge in the back just barely covers the bottom of her ass. The two ends of the towel are tied under her left arm so she can keep them together if they come untied. The towel hugs her hips magnificently, following the subtle curves of her body like smoke on a windy day. Her left side is facing you, and since that's where the split is, you can see her left leg all the way up to her upper thigh, but only on the outside. Her hair is dried and poofy, but not ridiculously so.

"Water pressure isn't great, but a hot shower feels good nonetheless. Just give me a minute to find my pajamas and I'll get out of your way."

Your suitcases are next to each other in the closet space immediately opposite the bathroom door. Doe kneels down looking for her pajamas in the suitcase, and because of the layout of the room, she is in your way. She searches through her suitcase for another couple minutes before standing up and turning to you, exasperated.

"Look, I can't find my pajamas. I'm sure they're in here, I've just got to find them. Let me get out of your way real quick and let you in the bathroom. Oh, and there's only one towel, so when you get stripped off and toss your clothes out, I'll give you the towel. Just DON'T PEEK, okay? Can you handle that John?"

"Sure I can. Now hurry up, I need to get cleaned off. six hours on the road does some unkind things to your hygiene."

She stands up, carefully, so as not to pop out of the towel. She steps into the main room and stands aside between the beds to make room for you. You walk past and enter the bathroom. Once inside, you strip your clothes off.

You open the door a crack to toss them out. You just open the door enough to fit your hand through, so as not to expose yourself. you drop your shirt, bluejeans, and socks, but you toss your underwear without thinking, to get it in a separate pile in the back. Doe yelps. "AH! Hey asshole, I'm still down here! God, they landed right on my shoulders, gross..." You hear her toss them into the back of the closet.

"Doe? The towel, please?"

"Alright, just a second. I still haven't found my pajamas. Do me a favor and let me know before you open the door to leave the bathroom, okay?"

"No problem, just give me the damn towel."

You open the door a bit. She is standing behind it, leaning her face and shoulders past the edge so you can see them, as are you on your end. She briefly glances at the ceiling and tweaks her mouth as if thinking, then undoes the rudimentary knot on the towel with her left hand. She bundles it up in her right hand and shifts around a bit to pass it through the gap. You take it, and she disappears behind the door. You close and lock it, and you hear her go back to shuffling around through her stuff, muttering incoherently to herself. You turn the shower on and get in.

Your boner is getting bigger, compounded by the fact that you know Doe is out there, naked, crouched down on the ground looking for pajamas. Again, you consider masturbating.