Jamie could feel his face reddening as he opened Akiko’s message, and a familiar stirring in his pants had him shifting in his seat to try to hide his growing problem from the stewardess. Unfortunately for him, Mitsuyu sent him away in a pair of light grey sweatpants, and it was undeniable.
“Are you okay, sir?” the stewardess asked, feigning concern.
“I’m fine,” Jamie lied, averting his gaze out the window.
“I don’t believe you,” she replied before Jamie felt her nails scratching suggestively down his thigh as she sat across from him.
Jamie hoped she was just being flirty for tips, so he ignored her touching him, “Just something from my girlfriend that I didn’t expect. All good.”
“Oh really,” she asked as she leaned in, her fingers now resting extraordinarily close to his evident e
