So I climbed into my car and drove a very lonely trip to the hotel.

I reached the hotel and rode the elevator up to the third floor, where my home away from home was waiting for me. I rather enjoy my room, which is mine 7 days a week, even though I go home on the weekends.

After initially tossing my stuff on the floor and myself on the bed, I decide to take a shower to cool off a bit.

The water is warm and it seems to just wash the stress and tensions of life away. Most importantly, it provides a wet, slippery place for some simple masturbation.

"Can I lend you a hand?"

Quite startled, I slip and fall in the tub, landing square on my ass. Standing up and pulling bacl the curtain, I discover my airplane goddess standing in my bathroom, fully clothed. A gush of questions spill out of me (my penis suddenly very limp, but intrigued). She explains that she followed me home from the airport and then sweet talked the desk clerk into giving her a key to the room of "her boyfriend", so she can give him a sweet surprise.

Well, her surprise was definately sweet enough.

I swallow, pull my pride back on, my ego back together, and tell her, "Absolutely". To my suprise, she simply steps directly into the shower with me, clothes and all. The ONLY items she has removed ahead of time are her shows, socks, watch, and other jewelry.

I watch in facination as the water cascades down her lovely outfit, slow rivulets soaking her shirt and jeans. Her bra becomes outlined, then completely visable beneath her white shirt.

But the watching ends when she brings my hands to her waist and asks for a kiss. I kiss her in the warm water, feeling the heat drip down my back and feeling the heat soak through her clothing. I reach and untuck her shirt from the hem of her black jeans, and start to slowly unbutton it. Inch by inch, the slightly tanned skin is revealed, it's smoothness entoxicating me.

When the last button is released, I pull the shirt back from her shoulders and drop it to the floor outside the tub. Her wet tummy glistens in front of me and her pale blue braw shines forth, oddly matching the color of her eyes.

We kiss again, deeply. This time, however, my fingers and hands begin to explore every inch of her newly revealed skin. My lips soon follow as I paint trails across her stomach and back with the tip of my tongue.

Unable to resist, I let go the wet clasp of her bra and allow her magnificant breasts to be released from their bondage. In my hands, they feel so perfect - large enough for a handful, but not so large to be oversized. A perfect size C set of breasts, with a rosy little nipple right in the center that grew harder and harder as I made love to her breasts with my hands, lips, and tongue.

Each touch brought a new, small little moan from her lips. Soon she stopped me, however, and pushed me into a sitting position at the opposite end of the tub.

"My turn," she stated simply.

She knelt over me and kissed my lips. And then she kissed my chin, neck and adams apple. Bit by bit, she kissed her way down my body. And finally at last, she reached my hard penis, which was placed carefully inside her mouth. She pulled it in and out of her mouth, and I moaned uncontrollably.

At last, she grabbed by waist and clamped down hard as my cum spilled into her mouth and down her throat. I tried to pull back, but she insistently held on, not allowing one drop to go unswallowed. When complete, she wiped her mouth and just plain cuddled with me in the therapeutic water.

No longer disappointed, this evening was getting more and more interesting all of the time.

(To Be Continued, Again...)