Jennifer decided that the most fun thing she could do with Eric right now, with him trapped on her finger, soaking in her love juices, was ... absolutely nothing. Holding out her hand to make sure she didn't accidentally brush him off, she reached over to the bedside table in her hotel room and picked up the novel she'd brought along for the trip. Nothing interesting, just some romantic nonsense that Eric liked to dismiss as "chick lit." Well, maybe Eric could spend some time pleasing this chick's clit, she thought with a smile. Maybe later.
For now, she just started reading. It was fun. She held Eric behind the book, knowing he was there, but not having to look at him or acknowledge his presence or do anything about the fact that he was still stuck to her finger. She had total power over him, and she loved showing it by just ignoring him when he was most in need.
After about half an hour, Jennifer looked up from her book and realized that her hand had dried off completely. She took a look at it and there he was, still sprawled out against her finger, obviously unable to move. She turned her finger upside down, and instead of falling, Eric just stayed there. It was amazing, he was just trapped. Jennifer gave some thought to leaving the room and exploring the resort, seeing if anyone would notice the tiny husband stuck to her, but she decided to move on. Besides, she had a smell about her after her masturbation earlier, and she didn't want to smell like that out in public.
So she went to the bathroom and turned on the shower. The heat and moisture quickly loosened Eric, and she put him on the floor of the shower. She liked the idea of him having to contend with her giant feet stepping around him. Unfortunately, when she looked down she noticed that he was already being swept away by the rushing waters, and if she hadn't quickly put her foot in front of the drain, he probably would have gone down the drain completely. The thought of that made Jennifer hot in ways she didn't want to think about, but she knew she couldn't do that to him. At least not yet.
She picked Eric up and placed him on the soap dispenser as she washed her hair. When it was time to wash her body, she lathered up the soap and then scooped up her tiny husband with it. As she applied the soap to her body, there was Eric, moving smoothly across all parts of her as she rubbed him in with the soap. She had no way of knowing if he was enjoying it, but she knew she sure was. She almost dropped him a few times, but she was good, and she kept control of him.
With a sigh, she realized she would have to decide what to do next.