"I just finished getting everything repaired. You will just have to wait."With that we stood looking into each other's eyes.I felt a lump in my throat...as I gazed at my wife of 22 years. She was still a real head-turner. She smiled, picked up her bag, and went to the door."We'll see if anyone else shares your opinion of me," she taunted as she closed the door.It was around 4:30 and Baxter generally found his way to the hotel bar around then. Susan knew what he looked like and was going to do her. "Well, thank you, Milady," he smiled as he doffed an invisible hat, causing Shannon's body to further flush with a sense of excitement. Whit looked at her response and grew concerned. "Are you OK?" he asked."I'm fine, I guess I didn't sleep that well," she admitted."Well you should feel free to take a nap. I can always call in for you." Don't bother. I have the day off. Besides, the Captain is willing to let me stay as long as you need me." Shannon, you've done way more than enough..." I'm only. From my viewpoint I could see her pussy, the lower lips pronounced, no hair visible. I ran my hands up and down her legs, she put one hand on the top of the cubicle to balance herself as I washed one foot, then the other. Small feet. I noted several tattooed stars around her right ankle. She stood forward under the water, the suds washing off her back. I was still on my knees. She turned. My gaze rose up her body. She had strong legs, not muscled, just well-toned. She did have pubic hair, one. Maybe it was the idea that he hadn't touched a woman in years and he yearned for hot young flesh. I could feel his eyes ravishing my body. I felt my pussy pulsate and it shocked me a little. I couldn't possibly be turned on by HIM! But I couldn't deny that I was. I've had sex with a few guys, but none had ever made me feel the wet heat that was swelling at the apex between my thighs. My clit ached under the pressure of my white lace panties. I imagined him kneeling in front of me, hiking up.