She walked toward the bathroom; her skirt dropped to the floor several feet in front of the doorway, as did her sweater and bra. Only her panties remained. Her backside reminded him of the smoothness of his favorite winter toboggan run when he was a kid. Before she entered the bathroom, she looked back at Gavin, knowing he was watching, and smiled seductively before she closed the bathroom door behind her. But she didn’t close it completely. Gavin quickly threw her black roller travel bag off the bed and pulled back the covers in preparation for his passion, then stopped, thought better of it, and walked to the bathroom. He never touched the champagne.

The steam slowly rose, and this allowed him to watch her through the glass doors of the shower. He enjoyed the view of her washing herself while he drank in her shapely silhouette through the now partially steamed shower door. When she bent over, he couldn’t take it any longer, and pulled off his jeans, but with difficulty due to his arousal. He forgot to take off his shirt and hurried into the shower, but it didn’t matter because she immediately saw his excitement when he pulled her close to him and he kissed her quivering lips, neck, and finally her more sensitive aroused areas as well. He found her light and easy to pick up in the shower. She eagerly wrapped her tanned legs tightly around his waist and the slick shower wall served as their support while the muscular conqueror first made her moan, then scream so loudly that the next day her fellow flight attendants half-scolded her for disrupting their precious sleep with her nighttime activities.