Ming Zhao actually has a plan

Ming Zhao quickly covers her breasts with her arms, brushing my chest with her hands. Her entire face turns red with shame.

"Okay," she whispers. "Don't panic. Just think."

"I'm trying, but I can't think straight."

"Actually, I'm talking to myself."

We continue to stare at each other as we lay on the floor. I can feel my erection growing against her leg and I know I should move, but something keeps me from getting up. Ming Zhao seems not to notice, or is too embarrassed to care.

"Okay," she breathed. "I have an idea. "I've going to get up, stick my head out, and get the stewardesses to hide us in the cockpit. It's the one place the passengers can't see us."

"How are you going to do that?" I ask.

She manages to make a small smile. "You have no idea how much money my company has."

She looks my body up and down. "Uh, Ahab? I need to get up."

"Oh. Right. Sorry."

I slowly get off her and let her squeeze past me to get to the door. She opens the door and I can hear her whisper to somebody. I get a few minutes of a good view of her perfect ass before she turns around with a weak smile.

"Okay. Let's go."