I'm thinking about seeing you again. I can't wait for our weekend together.
I wonder what I'd do if I was already there in the hotel room and looked out the window and saw your car pull into the driveway.
I can imagine you walking into the room and seeing my clothing lying on the bed. You wonder where I am but then you notice that the bathroom door is open slightly and you can hear the shower running.
You put down your suitcase and take off your coat and your shoes. You walk into the bathroom. It's dimly lit by a few candles and full of steam from the hot shower. Hesitantly, you pull back the shower curtain, just to make sure that it's definitely me in there waiting for you.
I am standing under the stream of water facing you. I am completely wet. The water is running down my breasts and I smile at you. You smile back and without saying a word, you take off your clothing, leaving them on the bathroom floor as you step into the shower.
Your skin is cold from the outside air but I pull you up against me and wrap my arms around you as I kiss you. You shiver at the feeling of my warm body and the warm water against your skin.
I pull you under the stream of water with me, still kissing you deeply. My hands begin to slide down your back, coming to rest on your small firm ass. I cup it with my hand, squeezing gently and hearing you moan quietly, your voice full of desire.