Haruna sat back in her seat with a soft, satisfied chuckle, still clearly amused by the little incident with Maki.
After a while, Maki returned from the washroom. She had disposed of the broken heels and was now walking in the comfortable spare flat shoes the air hostess had provided.
She gave me a polite nod as she passed, her charcoal-gray pencil skirt hugging her wide hips and thick thighs with every step.
The fitted blazer still strained slightly over her full breasts, and her jasmine-vanilla scent lingered faintly in the air as she sat back down in her seat without saying anything.
I wasn't in any hurry to interact with her. I simply relaxed in my seat, enjoying the quiet luxury of the first-class cabin.
Then Haruna suddenly stood up. She looked at me with sparkling, mischievous eyes and said softly but commandingly, "Follow me…"
Yuko, sitting in front of us, was still staring out the window and didn't pay any attention to what was happening behind her.
