Take the shower

Kelly is still pressed lightly against you when she suddenly goes still.

Her eyes flick down between your bodies, and a slow, satisfied smirk spreads across her face. She can feel it — your cock thickening and hardening in your boxers, pushing firmly against her lower stomach through the thin fabric.

She doesn’t say anything at first. She just lets out a quiet, amused hum and deliberately presses her soft body a little more firmly against you, letting your growing erection nestle between her hips.

“Well, well…” she murmurs, voice low and teasing. “Looks like someone’s enjoying the view.”

Before you can reply, you make your decision.

“I’m still gonna risk the shower,” you say.

Kelly’s smirk widens. She gives your hardening cock one last deliberate little grind of her hips before finally stepping back, giving you room to move.

“Go for it,” she says, clearly entertained. “We’ll try not to peek too much.”

You grab a towel from the small linen cupboard and head into the tiny bathroom. The door clicks shut behind you, but you can already tell it’s not going to stay that way. The extractor fan whirs to life the moment you turn it on, and within seconds you feel the slight pressure change. The door shifts in its frame like it’s thinking about swinging open on its own.

You strip off your boxers and step under the spray. The water is cool and feels incredible against your overheated skin. You take your time, letting it run over your body, very aware that the door could open at any moment.

Out in the cabin, you can faintly hear the three girls talking, though you can’t make out the words. Every so often you catch movement in your peripheral vision through the gap that keeps appearing at the edge of the door.

After a couple of minutes, the door does exactly what Kristen warned you about — it slowly swings open a few inches from the air pressure.

Through the gap you can see part of the living area.

Kelly is still standing where you left her, watching the bathroom door with an amused expression. Alicia is leaning against the counter, sipping her drink and glancing over every few seconds. Kristen is sitting on the arm of the couch, legs crossed, but her eyes keep drifting toward the open bathroom door too.

None of them make a move to close it.