Back upstairs to the shower.

"I never had a workout coach before," Jonathan noted, throwing his towel into the bin.

"Well, you're going to have one for the next couple years if you like it or not!" Crystal giggled, intently watching him gulp down his bottle of water. "You're in very good shape though!"

"Thanks, I do try to workout as often as I can given my hectic work schedule," he replied, opening the door for her.

Crystal could sense the female hotel staff's eyes were on Jonathan as the two of them walked through the lobby towards the elevators and she smiled to herself.

"God, I need another shower..." Jonathan commented as they waited for the elevator.

"What you need is a good massage," Crystal suggested.

"I already did cool down exercises."

"That's fine with your regular workout but after the routine I had just put you through you definitely need a massage. It'll help with your muscle recovery and post-workout inflammation," she replied, looking up at him sternly. "As your patients should listen to you for medical advice, you should listen to me as your personal trainer!"

"Yes, doc!" Jonathan smirked and gave her a Navy salute.

Crystal was about retort but the elevator bell dinged and the door opened at an opportune moment for Jonathan. "I wonder how good the gym is at the site," she said, stepping into the car.

"I think it's at least as good the hotel's," he replied, following her in.

Realizing that the trip up to the fifth floor would be over before she knew it, Crystal was tempted to hit the emergency button because she realized it would probably be her only private time with Jonathan. "Do you mind if I take a shower in your suite?"

"What's wrong with the shower in your room?" he wondered. "We can call the front desk to have them fix it."

"Oh, nothing is wrong with the shower but my sisters are still sleeping," she replied, not revealing the fact that Amber had left her room.

"They don't work out early in the morning?" he asked.

"They had too much to drink," she shrugged.

"So did you," he smirked.

Crystal was about to protest but the door opened and she stepped out, looking around to see if any of the girls, especially her sisters, were around. "So do you mind if I shower at your suite?"

"Yeah, of course not!" he nodded and escorted her towards his room, instinctive glancing to see if anyone was down either end of the hall. He swiped his room door lock and held the door open for Crystal. "There are fresh towels on the counter."

"Thanks!" she chirped as she pulled off her workout shirt over her head to reveal her large breasts. She slyly smiled at Jonathan after catching his eyes lingering on her tits.

He quickly turned away not only to give her some privacy to strip out of the rest of her clothes but that he had also remembered about the bed stains and quickly covered them with the comforter before Crystal would notice and ask about them.

"Are you coming?" Crystal shouted from the bathroom.

Jonathan paused for a moment to wonder if she meant it as a double entendre or not. "What do you mean?" he shouted back.

"I thought you were taking a shower with me?"

"I didn't say that..." he replied, peeking his head into the bathroom to see that she was already in the shower stall with the water running.

"There's plenty of space in here," she cooed. "Besides, you already seen me naked..."

"We're colleagues..." he tried to explain but she would not have it and stepped out of the shower to reveal, without a hint of modesty, her curvaceous naked body glistening with water.

"Strip!" she barked like a Marine Drill Instructor, catching him off guard.

"But..." Jonathan meekly protested as she glared up at him.

"As your trainer, I said strip!" she ordered. "Now!"

He did what he was told and pulled his t-shirt over his head and Crystal savored the sight of his chiselled torso.

"The shorts too," she demanded. "You're not showering in those!"

Jonathan normally preferred more demure women but Crystal's forwardness got him excited and that was certainly not missed by Crystal as she definitely noticed his large erection after his shorts and underwear pooled around his feet. He tried to cover himself out of modesty but she swatted his hands away.

"We're just going to shower, right?" he asked as she led him under the warm spray of the shower.

"Sure," she giggled, unable to take her eyes off his wet toned body. She squeezed some shower gel into her hand and began to lather him — her hands caressed his pecs and worked their way down his six-pack.

"Crystal, we're supposed to be just showering..." Jonathan reminded her when her hands slid down to his erection and he let out a soft groan at her touch. Only a few hours earlier he had hardcore sex with the beautiful redhead bartender and now one of his crewmates was in the shower with him. He knew what she wanted and he knew he should say no because of the repercussions, professionally and personally.

"But your cock has to be cleaned!" she purred, wrapping her small hands around his thick shaft.

"Crystal..." he muttered.