I walked to the closet and grabbed some clean clothes, hiding Shannon’s panties in the pocket of one of my pairs of jeans. No way was she getting them back. I climbed in the shower and just stood there, letting the scalding hot water massage my back and neck. Hotel showers always outperform home showers. They have more pressure and a never-ending hot water supply. In fact, before meeting Shannon, hotel showers were the only perk of working on the road.
I always leave the bathroom door open when I shower in a hotel to let the steam escape so I can defog the mirror quicker when I’m done. I heard my room door open and close then a soft voice. “May I join you”? The shower curtain pulled back and there stood Shannon. Her long hair pulled up in a bun on top of her head, her petite naked body through the steam and the smile on her face as she stood on her tip toes to kiss me. I took her hand as she stepped into the shower, and she wrapped her arms around me. “I missed you” she whispered as she kissed my chest then closed her eyes as we embraced each other with the water beating on my back. She washed my body, then I washed hers before we got out to dry off.