She walks along with her arm on the porter's, well aware of the stares from the other passengers. After all a woman of her obvious means did not covort with the hired help. Well, by god let them stare. She had spent the last few years living a much too rigid life and now it was time to become the woman she knew she was. And the porter was none to bad to look at either. So they walked and chatted as he escorted her to her cabin.
As they turned the corner, her heart stopped short. It was that very handsome man again. And he had smiled....What a nice smile....and wonder or wonders, she thought, his cabin is next to mine. Did she hear correctly? Did that gentleman say the other man was a flying ace? And an American?

The porter stops in front of a door labeled 10. She thanks him and lets herself in the cabin. She takes her coat off and tosses it across a chair. She stretches out across the bed and listens to the bustle coming from the next room. Was that him? Was he alone? Was he undressing? Oh, it had been much too long since those clandestined meetings with that sniveling twit she actually thought she loved. Her hands roamed over her breasts squeezing, they continued down her stomach, pulling her dress higher. Her hands slid up the inside of one stockinged thigh, fingers touching the garter....and now slipping inside the leg of her panties.....she quickly found her clit and began rubbing in slow circles around it. Listening to the noise from the next room, her imagination fueled, she slipped two fingers down her wet slit, teasing her pussy lips, softly moaning....the two fingers slid in easily as she was soaking wet by now....in and out faster and faster, her thumb rubbing quickly across her clit as he fingers plunged deep and hard.....panting....softly moaning.... she raises her hips and thrusts deeply as the orgasm overtakes her.....sliding her fingers out.....lazily licking them, she continues to listen to the noises and drifts off to sleep.