Try to distract her

Thinking fast, you yell, “Look over there!” and point in the opposite direction. Jessica’s eyes focus on your finger, suddenly realizing what she had been looking at, and hurriedly turns her head around as an excuse to not be staring at your junk. You discover what you’re pointing at is another suitcase, a bright pink one. “It’s… another suitcase!” you stammer. “Let’s go… see what’s in it?” Jessica swallows and says, “Yes, good idea. Yes.”

The two of you move over to the pink suitcase and open it to find something that does not in any way keep you from being hard. The entire bag is full of sexy lingerie and sex toys, ranging from a huge rubber dildo to some sort of whip or something. You also see rope, a blindfold, and even a pair of those cheesy fuzzy handcuffs, with pink trim and leopard print fur and everything. Jessica is staring into the bag, dumbfounded. “This is… uh…” she starts to speak, but stops. The both of you know exactly what the other is thinking, and there’s nothing really that needs to be said.

A sneaky idea comes into your mind. “Oh good, some underwear for you. Now you don’t have to worry about me seeing your hard nipples through that shirt.” Jessica snaps her head around to look at you, then looks down at her chest and blushes. “Um, yes. Good. Turn around and let me put something on.” You comply, for the moment, and smile to yourself. Anything she chooses out of there is going to be a hundred times sexier than the plain underwear she had on before. You lick your lips in anticipation and turn around, unable to wait any longer to see what she’s chosen. Jessica is standing there, one leg in the air as she puts on a pair of lacy black panties to match the bra she’s already put on. You get a perfect look at her curvy ass, and a pretty good glance at her pussy from behind. You see that she’s got a little bit of fuzz above her labia. I guess she’s naturally got black hair.
She notices and turns around after she finishes putting the panties on. They clearly aren’t covering as much as she was hoping they would. Not only that, but as she turns around you notice that the bra she picked must be two sizes too small for her plentiful breasts, which are just barely being held together by the sheer fabric. “Hey, I didn’t say you could turn around yet!” she says, embarrassed.