Eleni

The silhouette stopped in the bathroom doorway. Eleni stepped through the steam. She’d apparently taken Medical’s advice and showered already. Her short black hair was still damp, clinging in uneven strands around her pointed ears and cheeks. Instead of her uniform, she’d wrapped herself in a little white towel. In both hands she carried a clean black shirt.

“Eleni.”

“Lieutenant.”

“I’m in the shower.”

“I am aware.”

I pointed at the shirt. “Is that mine?”

“No.”

That wasn’t the answer I’d expected.

Eleni extended it toward me. “Your original undershirt was damaged during our passage through the jungle. There were three tears, extensive staining and I deemed it unacceptable to return it to you in that state so I procured you a new one.”

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

Neither of us moved.

Steam drifted between us.

I looked at her.

She looked at me.

“Well…”

“Yes?”

“Was there something else?”

“Yes.”

Of course there was.

Eleni placed the new shirt on the counter.

Then she walked into the shower, squeezing past me, I felt her towel covered chest graze my arm.

“I wish to wash you.”

I stared at her.

“You want to what?”

“Wash you.” A faint trace of color appeared across her cheeks. Eleni folded her arms. “Among my people, assisting with another’s bathing is an old expression of gratitude and respect. Traditionally it is offered after one individual has placed themselves at considerable risk for another.”

“You’re serious.”

“Of course.” She said as she let her towel slip down her body and pool at her feet. I stared as the steam curled around her naked silhouette, her flawless porcelain skin covered in a thin layer of sweat as a bead of water trickled down her collarbone, traced the curve of her breast until it arrived at the pointed peak of her pink nipple.

“I know you said this was a sign of great respect but a naked girl in the shower with you is generally interpreted a certain way where I come from.”

The blush reached the tips of her ears. There it was. Her expression remained perfectly controlled, but those ears were traitors.

“I am familiar with the interpretation.”

“Oh.”

She braced one hand on my chest as her other hand ran a bar of soap across my body. I instinctively placed my hands on her hips. She didn’t protest but she also avoided any eye contact with me. I felt her shift her weight letting her bare hips settle against my palms as she continued lathering my body with mechanical precision.

I Didn’t even notice I had become erect until I felt the tip of my cock pressing against her soft stomach. Her hand came to a still on my stomach as she looked down to see my cock pressing against her. She looked up at me with the same expressionless face she had had since she stepped into the shower. Without a word she grabbed my face and pulled me in for a deep kiss. I felt her tongue excitedly slip into my mouth as she eagerly grabbed my cock and gave it a a twist and stroke with what felt like a very practiced, mechanical rhythm.

She breaks the kiss just long enough to lean into my ear and ask me to fuck her. I spun her around and pushed her against the wet tiled wall as my cock slid deep inside her. She let out an uncharacteristically primal moan of pleasure as she felt my cock penetrate her.

The impact of my body against hers was muffled by the roaring water pouring down on our naked bodies but the sounds of her wet skin slapping against the cold tile with each thrust echoed around us in the tiny room. I watched her face being pressed against the cold ceramic wall as the warm walls of her pussy convulsed around my cock, pulling me back in every time I retracted.

She doesn’t try to fight my rhythm, she doesn’t try to guide it either. She gives in and lets her body absorb every forceful thrust as I feel an eruption brewing within me, about to burst.

She must feel it too because she turns to look at me, wet hair clinging to her face like seaweed and despite the intensity of the moment, calmly tells me “I cannot allow you to accidentally impregnate me lieutenant.”

She pulled away from me. I felt a quick sense of shock as my cock plopped out of her Wampanoag tight pussy. “It would be more efficient for me to swallow your seed to minimize the required cleanup afterward.” Eleni dropped to her knees and took hold of my twitching cock. She tried guiding it into her mouth but as I felt her grip close around my shaft, I couldn’t help but start spraying ropes of cum all over her face and hair. When my cock finally reached her lips, it still shot a few last intense ropes down her throat. Her face remained expressionless as I felt her tongue dragging along my cock, cleaning the last bits of cum off my throbbing tip.

I fell onto the shower floor in exhaustion. Eleni politely covered her mouth as if she didn’t want me to see it was full of my cum. She stood up and excused herself. She slipped her towel back on and said she’d see me during our meeting with the captain.