Gets some lunch.

Gulping hard, with concerted effort you don’t hyper ventilate but it is a near thing. Mariah’s smile widens as you lean against the cabin in sensory overlord.

“Are you alright John?” Mariah asks, with mirth in her gaze.

“Yes Mariah, I’m all right just something got in my eye.” You stammer, in a high pitched tone.

“Oh,” She coos “Something in your eye……. Well thank you for the compliment.” She says laughing.

Realizing what you said, and how ridiculous it sounded, you shake your head and start laughing too.

“Lets get something to eat in the galley.” You say after you both regain your composure.

Wandering into the galley, you open the fridge to see that your mother had stocked the fridge for you.

“Mariah. Do you feel like a sandwich and some chips?” You ask.

“That’ll be great John, also if you have any I‘d like a pickle.” Mariah answers.

Crouching down in from of the fridge you take out a couple bottles of Gatorade, and some sandwich fixings. Putting them on the table you turn back and find a jar of pickles and something unexpected.

“Oh ho, what’s this.” You exclaim, taking a bottle of red wine from the fridge.

Mariah comes over and takes the bottle from you to study it. When she does ,your hands brush and it feels like lightning surges up your arm going straight to your groin again. Looking at Mariah, her eyes widen knowing the she feels it to.

“So John, did you bring me out here to get me drunk, so you could have your way with me.” Mariah asks seductively.

Hunger hits you hard, but not for food. Looking at Mariah in her bikini top and tight shorts , her clothes in your mind eye disappear leaving her gloriously bare. Mariah leans towards you, and you groan in pain when she bends down at retrieves the jar of pickles.

Staring at Mariah, she sits back down at the table, and giving you an impish smile starts making her a sandwich. Rather stiltedly, you sit down opposite Mariah and concentrate on trying to eat as you watch her enjoy the meal. Entranced you watch as she first devours the sandwich and salty chips, then opening the jar she takes out the longest pickle inside.

“Mmmnn…. I just love pickles, don’t you.” Mariah says, as she slowly wraps her pink lips around the vegetable, and sucks on it briefly before biting it.

Shuddering, you take a gulp of Gatorade trying hard not disgrace yourself by cumming in your shorts.
Mariah slowly finishes the pickle, watching you squirm the whole time.

When she finishes the pickle she reaches over at gets a napkin and lightly pats her lips. “So John ready to study?” She asks, placing her hand on your arm.