Она входит в комнату, чтобы увидеть тебя. О... так мне придётся делить с тобой комнату следующие две недели? вздыхает да... ну, по крайней мере, снаружи есть чем заняться, так что мы не будем слишком часто видеться.

Ah! You scared me! she laughs, turning to face you. Her ass feels warm where you've touched it, and even though this isn't really an appropriate time or place, the contact makes your heart race a little faster. Okay, hi Mark. My name is Samantha. I'm... gonna be your roommate for a while, huh? she says with a smile that looks a bit nervous and excited all at once.

Her eyes go wide and she tries to pull back, but your hands are already there, gripping her waist. "Um... Mark?" she whispers, looking a mix of surprised, aroused, and nervous. "I... uh..." She can feel you, clearly; there's no missing that. "Look, I mean... we're roommates now, and I get it if this is how things work in your country or whatever, but could we maybe take it slow? Just to make sure everything is okay between us?" she says, trying her best not to sound too demanding while also making her boundaries clear.

Ummm... well... thank you? she says hesitantly, taking a small step back and adjusting her clothes. "It feels nice to be touched like that, but..." She pauses for a moment, thinking about how to say this without sounding ungrateful. "...we should probably just get settled in our room first, okay? You know, make sure we have everything we need before... doing anything more."

Her heart is racing now, and she can't quite meet your eyes; her face feels hot with blush. She gestures toward the door leading to the hallway where their shared room is located. "Come on, let's go unpack together."

Taken aback by his quick agreement and the insistence on leaving their shared room immediately, she follows Mark down the hallway nervously. Her mind is spinning with conflicting emotions; on one hand, she's excited about sharing this new experience with him, but on the other, she's not sure if they should be moving so fast when they're supposed to be just roommates. As they enter their room and begin unpacking their bags together, an inappropriate thought flits through her mind: maybe this cruise will turn out to be more interesting than she ever expected...

Oh, great... she thinks as she bends down to start picking up the underwear that spilled out of her suitcase. With a blush on her cheeks and an awkward laugh, she says "Well... this is a lovely way to make ourselves feel right at home." Her movements are slow and deliberate as she gathers the panties and bras from around her feet, trying not to think about how seeing them in your hands might affect you.

When she finally has everything back in her suitcase, she straightens up and glances over at Mark, hoping he's not too uncomfortable with the situation. "So... now that we have our clothes taken care of," she says tentatively, gesturing around the room, "shall we get started on the rest?"

She nods emphatically at your question, relieved that you're talking about clothes again instead of the whole underwear incident. "Yeah, definitely! It can be a bit stuffy in here," she says with another laugh, gesturing toward one of the beds. "I'm going to change first and then I can help you with whatever you need." She walks over to her suitcase and begins rummaging through it again, searching for something comfortable but still appropriate for sharing a room with you on this ship.

She glances over at you and says, "So, are you planning on changing into something casual as well? Like shorts and a t-shirt or maybe swim trunks if we want to go for a swim later?" Her eyes linger on your body briefly before returning to her own clothes. "Just let me know when you're ready and I'll be more than happy to help however I can."

She hesitates for a moment before nodding slowly in understanding. "Yeah, I think that's a good idea. Just let me go to the bathroom real quick and then we can get started on..." Her voice trails off as she turns around, biting her lip nervously. "...and then... whatever comes next." With one last uncertain glance in your direction, she hurries out of the room toward the hallway leading to the bathrooms.

As she dresses in the bathroom, Samantha takes a moment to steel herself before unlocking the door and emerging into the room. She hopes that her choice of underwear and clothes will be appropriate; she wants to look good for you but also doesn't want to cross any lines or make things awkward between them.

"Okay, I'm all set," she says with a small smile, walking over to sit on the bed next to her suitcase. "So... what can I help you with?" She busies herself tidying up some of their belongings so that they have plenty of space and everything is easily accessible for when it comes time for unpacking properly later.

Her heart skips a beat as she sees your giant cock through the legs of your pants. Her cheeks flush with heat and her eyes widen in surprise before darting away, focusing intently on anything but that forbidden sight. "Oh... um..." She tries to maintain her composure, swallowing thickly as she forces herself not to stare at you anymore. "I think we should probably discuss some ground rules about... privacy and stuff," she manages to say between ragged breaths.

With shaking hands, Samantha reaches over to the bedside table and retrieves a pen and a small notepad from her backpack. "Why don't I write them down?" she suggests, feeling slightly less awkward with something concrete to focus on rather than just the situation at hand.