Jen!

"Oh hey, Jen," Jonathan whispered after opening the door, afraid that one or more of his crewmates would hear him. "What's up?"

"May I come in?" the redhead asked but slipped inside his suite before he could answer.

Jonathan was taken aback for a moment but did not complain because he rather have her talk to him in his room than outside in the hallway where someone, particularly his mother, could overhear. He peaked his head out into the hallway to make sure noone was around just in case before closing the door behind him.

"Sorry to interrupt your shower," the young bartender apologized, unable to take her eyes off her the bulge beneath the towel around his waist, "and barge in on you but I just got off work and wanted to say bye before you leave tomorrow morning."

"Yeah, thanks again helping me out babysitting the girls," he smiled and reached for the door handle but Jen blocked him.

"I overheard the girls talk about how perfect you are," she smiled back.

"Thank you but I'm far from perfect," Jonathan corrected, humbly waving away the compliment and tried to reach for the door handle again but the redhead stepped forward, pressing her large breasts against his wet, chiseled torso. He instinctively stepped back, unknowingly trapping himself between her soft body and back of the bed headboard.

"I've never been with someone who's a Navy SEAL and a doctor before," she purred.

"And astronaut," he added, unable to take his eyes off of her cleavage that was exposed from her blouse's top buttons having been undone.

"What can't you do?" she asked, looking up at him with a mischievous glint in her green eyes.

"I can't have sex with you..." he warned.

"Why not? I'm more sober than you," Jen frowned while reaching down to cup his large bulge. "Besides, I can tell you're really frustrated..."

"Jen..."

"Twelve women — sorry, thirteen — who all think you're hot," she grinned impishly. "I know that you know what they were thinking and you're just too much of gentleman to act on it."

"Jen, I can't," he sputtered as her hand rubbed against throbbing erection with just the towel between them.

"Why not?" she asked curiously with a slight tilt of her head. "We're both consenting adults..."

"Jen..." he groaned as she continued to rub his erection through the towel.

"Have you ever fucked a redhead before?" she asked, taking a step back so she could run her hand from between his pecs down to his chiselled abs.

"No..." he shook his head, not wanting to admit that he had a weakness for redheads but never got the opportunity to date one thanks to his busy careers.

"Well, I never been fucked by an Asian man before," the redhead purred as her finger slipped down to his towel and tugged it away, revealing his large throbbing cock. "We can take each other cherries!"

"Jen..." Jonathan protested weakly but did nothing to stop the beautiful redhead from kneeling down in front of him. She was correct that he was frustrated all day having been surrounded by twelve beautiful women who had teasingly pranced around him in lingerie, swimsuits, and skintight Chinese dresses.

"You seem perfect to me," Jen giggled, examining his long, thick cock with her delicate fingers. She looked up at him and gave him a playful smirk before running her tongue from his balls, up the length of his veiny shaft, and then twirling around his sensitive glans.

"Jen..." Jonathan moaned when he felt her crimson lips wrapped around his cock and then her sucking in her cheeks. He leaned against the back of the headboard for support, enjoying the sensation of the redhead taking more of his cock into her mouth and down her throat. He could not remember the last time he got a blowjob.