Johanna goes bushwhacking.

“Hells,” Johanna whispered to herself, before turning away from their meager shelter and heading into the thick jungle. Who knew when she would next have an opportunity like this? Moreover, could she afford not to? It was clear from last night’s dream that she was nearing the end of her sexual sanity, and if she didn’t seek relief now, then by this afternoon she would probably end up pressed against a tree, screaming out her pleasure while Bone drilled into her from behind.

Johanna paused at the unusually vivid mental image she’d unintentionally conjured up, and shook her head before deciding that she had ventured far enough. She sat against a tall, smooth-barked tree, took a ragged breath, and undid her belt. She gave a nervous glance around, to reassure herself that yes, she was alone and nobody would see the decorated captain succumbing to her lusts. Satisfied, she unbuttoned and removed her shirt, setting it beneath her, then wiggled her pants and panties down, past her knees, to rest bunched-up at her ankles. The feeling of cool morning air on her heated, moistening pussy and firm, excited nipples brought a gasp to the captain's mouth, and she lowered her ass to sit on her spread-out shirt. Johanna took a deep, steadying breath, looked around once more, then began.

This was not the first time Johanna had set out to manually bring herself to orgasm. Her fingers began to tease her favorite spots, pinching and rubbing, lubricated with her own juices which were now flowing freely in response to the direct stimulation. “Fuck,” She intoned, leaning her head back against the tree, “I needed this.” Her right hand, the more dexterous of the two, kept working around her lower lips, while her left moved, trailing the juices of her arousal across her torso to her breasts. The sensation of the liquid drying against her skin made her realize that after this little excursion, she would probably need to bathe, and wash her shirt, which was catching the excess moisture as it dripped out from between her legs. In fact, she thought, as she finally decided to slip the middle finger of her right hand into her slit, it would probably be a good idea to get into the habit of regularly washing her clothes, and being careful with them. She was already down one bra, and her backup wardrobe had sunken to the bottom of the sea with her ship.

As Johanna closed her eyes and fed a second finger into her hungry pussy, moving them in and out in quick rhythm, her thoughts came back around to Bone. In a way, seeking her own relief like this was a way to strike back against him. He’d been testing her patience, both during the day and in her dreams at night, and though she still didn’t like to admit it, much of the arousal she was feeling was a direct result of the well-built pirate. But rather than let him reap the rewards of his efforts and slake his lusts upon her, she was working it out herself. And if the well-mannered captain’s arousal was problematic, Bone’s was probably just as bad. Until now, he’d been with her constantly, so she knew he hadn’t found any relief either. Johanna moved her fingers faster. It was a good thing he wasn’t here. He would probably enjoy the sight of her, one hand buried between her legs and the other openly groping and teasing her breasts. She could almost hear the commentary he’d provide, now. “That’s it, Stern,” He’d say, in his irritatingly smug voice, “Really let yourself go, now.” Gods, he was such an ass. And loud, too, to make sure she heard every word.

In fact, she COULD hear every word. Johanna opened her eyes, and, sure enough, the filthy pirate was right in front of her, stroking his large, hard cock as he watched her make a spectacle of herself on the Jungle floor. “Don’t stop,” Bone said, and Johanna realized that for some reason she had not, in fact, stopped, “Besides, you look like you could use some help.”

Her orgasm was still minutes away, at least. Fuck.