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She got off the bed as if in a daze, joining my side without a word as we left the bedroom. There were two doors—one thatled to a private office area where I could take calls and work in peace, the other leading into the bathroom. I opened the door and gestured inside.
“Fancy,” she said, her voice soft.
The space was just as nice as the rest of the plane, with gold and white décor, a shower on one side and a corner tub on the other.
“The plane carries plenty of water, so don’t worry about taking too long,” I said. “Is there anything else I can get for you?”
Still in a daze, she spoke. “Just my bag.”
“Of course. I’ll get it and place it just outside the door.”
“Thanks.”
With one more nod, I left the bathroom and shut the door behind me. A moment later, a strange noise came from the other side. The door was thick so I couldn’t quite make out exactly what it was, but it sounded like a groan or moan, or perhaps a sob. Whatever it was, it was a noise that suggested Emily wasn’t happy with how things had gone down.
So be it. She needed to know that what we’d done was a one-off thing, that she shouldn’t expect anything else from it. It might’ve hurt her to know that the man who’d taken her virginity wanted nothing to do with her in a romantic sense, but that was life. Really, I was doing her a favor.
As I left the hallway and returned to the main area of the plane, I considered that the sex hadn’t at all been me merely doing her a favor—there had been much in it for me, too. Not only had I slept with a beautiful young woman but I’d done the deed of sticking it to her asshole, idiot father. With a simple few minutes of fun, I’d ruined his precious daughter’s innocence for any man who might have her. On top of that, I was certain that once Emily had time to get over whatever rejection she was feeling, she’d be pleased to realize that she’d had such a chance to stick it to her dad.
I couldn’t take the smile off my face as I opened the hatch to the belly of the plane and descended the ladder. I was a man used to getting what I wanted, but rarely did it happen so quickly.
I spotted Emily’s bag with the pink trim in the luggage area. Once it was in hand, I returned to the main cabin and to the back hall, preparing to place the bag against the door. A bit of turbulence hit at that moment, however, causing the handle of the bag to thump hard against the door. The shaking only lasted for a couple seconds, thankfully.
“Are you OK in there?” I asked.
“Fine.” A few beats of silence followed. “Hey. Can you open my bag and take out my little kit? It has my shower stuff in it.”
“Of course.”
I took the bag into the bedroom and set it onto the bed, unzipping it and taking a look inside. What caught my eye first was the zipper pouch on the inner flap of the bag that contained Emily’s underwear. My eyes settled on a black, lacy thong. I couldn’t help but imagine her wearing nothing but the skimpy pair of underwear, a sly smile on her face, her hands cupping her full, round tits.
Just like that, I was hard again. Part of me wanted to march right over to the bathroom and throw the door open, strip down and climb into the shower with Emily, and ravish her once again. As enticing as the idea was, I put it out of my head as quickly as I could. Sleeping with her again might send the wrong message. I needed to play things smart.
I spotted her bathroom kit, taking it out of the bag. I zipped the luggage back up and stepped over to the bathroom. The hush of running shower water sounded on the other side, and I gave the door a firm knock so she could hear me.
“Emily? I have your kit.”
“Can you bring it in? I just jumped in the shower.”
I opened the door, a blast of steam greeting me as I stepped into the bathroom. Just as I’d anticipated, the shower screen was closed, Emily’s slender, curvy figure blurry on the other side. The erection that I’d finally managed to get down was returning with a vengeance.
“Got it here,” I said, starting toward the sink. “I’ll set it—”
I didn’t get a chance to finish before the shower door opened, another burst of steam coming from inside. I turned, and as the cloud dissipated, Emily’s figure became more visible. The steam cleared away, leaving me with a perfect view of her standing beneath the shower, water cascading down her glistening, wet body as she ran her hands over her head. Her hair was soaked, clinging to her neck and drawing attention to her stunning face. Her long legs were firmly planted, one hip cocked to the side.
The way she looked in that moment reminded me of some sort of classical statue, as if the most skilled sculptor in history had tried to capture Aphrodite in marble. I couldn’t help but stare like an idiot, my cock pulsing to life.
Finally, Emily stuck out her hand toward me. I wanted to take it, to pull myself into the shower, push her up against the wall, and give her the screwing of a lifetime.
“Hey.” Her voice over the sound of the shower brought me back into the moment. “Can you just hand me that? I don’t want to have to get out.”
“Yeah. Sure.”
As I stepped closer to hand over the bag, a thought occurred to me. Emily might’ve been new to the world of sex and seduction, but there wasn’t a chance in hell she was clueless to the effect the a gorgeous, soaking wet, naked woman had on a man. I wanted her like mad, and it took all the restraint I could muster to simply step over and hand her the bag.
Surprise flashed over her face when I did. Clearly she had expected me to not be able to resist her. “Thanks,” she said.
“I’ll be out there if you need anything else.”
