Getting wet.

Johanna smiled at Johnny, who was seated against the wall of the cave. Maintaining eye contact, she made a show of unlacing her boots, one at a time, and then standing up and stepping out of them. Johnny’s eyes occasionally flicked down to glance at her exposed breasts, which was perfectly fine with Johanna, and she removed her socks next. After that, she unbuckled her belt, and let it fall to the ground, pulling Johnny's attention along with it. He had learned not to question his captain when she started to undress, so he just enjoyed the show as she wiggled her hips, allowing her pants to fall down her legs as she did so. Johnny’s eyes appreciated the view for a while, but his eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw Johanna hook her fingers into her panties, turn away from him, and slowly inch them down as well. Johanna couldn’t see his expression, but she was certain that his eyes were glued to her well-formed ass.

“I’m going to go for a swim, Johnny,” She spoke, walking stark-naked towards the exit of the cave, “I want you to stay out of the water until your wound heals a bit more, but you’re free to watch.” The cabin boy made a strangled, **** sort of noise before squeaking out a “Yes, captain, thank you,” and rising to his feet in order to follow his sexy captain outside.

Johanna walked past the waterfall and stood at the edge of the pool for a few moments, making sure Johnny had time to get a good look, before executing a graceful dive into the clear water.

The water was cool and refreshing, an immediate relief from the oppressive jungle heat. Johanna dove down, then quickly surfaced, flicking her hair from side to side as she did, spraying droplets of water to and fro. She was in the center of the pool, so the spray of water didn't hit Johnny, but as Johanna turned to face the young man, the expression on his face suggested that he wouldn’t have noticed being pelted by canonfire, much less a few drops of water. The captain found that being the constant recipient of Johnny’s blatant adoration was giving her the confidence to do things she'd never considered before. She waded towards her audience of one, to where the pool was shallow enough that she could stand, and began to scoop up handfuls of water to pour over her head and breasts.

Johnny had made his way to the edge of the pool, now, sitting down and staring hungrily at Johanna’s naked, glistening form. “Gods, Captain,” he managed to say, “You’re perfect.” Johanna smiled at the compliment, but gave no reply. She made a show of bathing herself, running her hands over her breasts and through her hair, and leaving the poor cabin boy utterly speechless as he watched. The evidence of his arousal was quite visible, straining against his pants in an effort to get free. Johanna's arousal wasn't as obvious, but she was getting just as much out of this playful little show as Johnny was. If anything, she mused, her arousal was worse, since she’d done nothing to alleviate it, whereas she’d brought Johnny to orgasm twice already.

Johanna soon abandoned the pretense of bathing, instead using her hands to squeeze and caress her excited flesh, occasionally breaking the relative silence to let out a whorish moan or gasp. Johnny was fidgeting in place, his eyes roaming up and down her body, and Johanna eventually decided that the young man had been tortured for long enough.

“Get out your cock, Johnny,” She commanded, swimming closer. The young man hastened to comply, releasing the firm, fleshy pillar from his pants, but something about the captain’s smile made him worry…