I had flown out to the US on business and had arranged to meet a lovely woman I had met on line at a hotel in New York just off Broadway. She was a bit older than me, full figured, blonde and sexy as hell. I had booked a room on a high floor to try and get a view. Sure enough the hotel didn't disappoint, I arrived by Taxi from JFK and the bell boy came out to the taxi to collect the bags. The hotel had a huge marble reception, elegantly laid out and when I went to check in the receptionist told me that Mrs G... was already in the room.
A little confused, (as she wasn't meant to be arriving until later, let alone that you told them she was my wife) I entered the lift up to some ridiculous floor number that just made me go dizzy at the thought.
I found the room and let myself in I nosed around the room but she didn't seem to be there only her bag sat on a chair, then there was the sound of rushing water as she switched on the shower. She obviously wasn't aware that I was there yet so I stripped naked and slipped into the bathroom, I peered around the edge of the door to the shower, she had her back to me, I watched as the soap bubbles washed down over her buttocks and down her legs I watched as the bubbles washed down passed curve of her breast, my cock had grown rapidly and was now standing tall and proud as I watched her washing her legs.
I watched as she rinsed the bubbles out of her beautiful long blonde hair, traced the bubbles down as they washed down her back and between those glorious buttocks. I couldn't take any more, I needed to touch her, kiss her, hold her, so I snuck up behind her and slipped my hands around her waist and kissed her shoulder. She gave a little scream and turned around rapidly almost knocking me over. She looked at me wide eyed for a moment taking me in and then stepped towards me and pushed her body against me.