Johnny returns a favor.

Johnny was the first to move, and Johanna watched in paralyzed silence as he slowly rolled over, and crawled over to where she was lying. It wasn’t far, but she still noticed a single moment where his wound, temporarily forgotten amidst the sexy fun, caused him to flinch in pain. Still, the cabin boy was soon hovering above Johanna’s lower body, taking deep, nervous breaths before gathering the courage necessary to place his hand on her thigh.

The sudden contact finally ended Johanna’s temporary freeze, and she smiled warmly at the young man. “What do you think you’re doing there, sailor?”

Johnny considered his captain’s question for a moment, his insecurities and doubt holding him back for a moment. Eventually, though, he gave her his nonverbal answer, confidently moving his hand up Johanna’s thigh, brushing it against her own hand, then placing it intently on her sex. The cabin boy fixed Johanna with an purposeful gaze, giving her a chance to stop him. When it was clear she had no intention of doing so, Johnny finally began his efforts in earnest.

He explored her vulva slowly and methodically, starting in her sparse pubic hair and slowly working his way down, teasing around the edge of her lips from the top to the bottom, then back up, one finger on each side of her warm pussy, teasing and testing the sensitive flesh. Johanna hummed appreciatively, and withdrew her own hands from her body, relaxing against the soft earth beneath her. “Attaboy, Johnny. Way to, unh, show some initiative.”

Johanna’s encouragement gave Johnny the confidence he needed to really begin pleasuring her in earnest, the thumb of one hand gently moving back and forth against her clit while the other hand began to slowly feed a pair of fingers into her slit. The young man found her passage wet and wanting, his fingers easily sinking into the tight space, allowing him to feel out his superior officer’s most treasured space in intimate detail. Johanna twitched and writhed around his digits, reveling in the opportunity to finally get the relief she so desperately needed.

Johnny continued to fervently manipulate her most sensitive parts, and soon Johanna felt the telltale signs of an orgasm beginning to well up within her. She didn’t even consider trying to hold back, welcoming the warm, twitchy climax with all her will. Johnny, dutiful as ever, continued to feed his fingers in and out of her passage as all of the muscles in her body went through rapidfire contractions, his breathing nearly as erratic and frantic as her own. Johanna rode the waves of her orgasm to completion, her eyes squeezed shut and her face contorted in a visage of pleasure until finally her sanity began to return.

“Gods,” She whispered, taking deep breaths while Johnny slowly continued to work her post-orgasmic flesh, “I needed that.” She continued to enjoy his ministrations for a few more minutes before finally sitting up and placing an appreciative hand on the young man’s wrist. Johnny froze at the contact, suddenly nervous again now that they both had an opportunity to release their pent up lust. He slowly withdrew his hands from his captain, moist and sticky with her juices. “Good work, Johnny,” Johanna spoke clearly and confidently, as if she hadn’t just been reduced to a quivering mess at the hands of the younger man, “That’s the kind of effort I expect to keep seeing out of you going forward.”

Johnny had pulled himself into a sitting position as well now, and was staring at his hands, half-listening to the captain’s words. “G-going forward?”

Johanna smiled, “That’s right. Can I trust you to continue giving your best, or will I have to take matters into my own hands?”

Johnny finally rose up to meet Johanna’s gaze, and while she looked as intense and serious as she ever did while in command of her ship, he also saw warmth, affection, and a hint of humor. The young man nodded solemnly, still somewhat in shock at what had transpired between them, “O-of course, Captain. I, uh. You can count on me?” The confusion in his voice was evident, but Johanna decided it was good enough, and rose to her feet, before walking over to the edge of the pool again.

“One more thing, Johnny,” She said, pausing before diving in.

“Y-yes, Captain?”

“We’re in a survival situation, here, we can’t afford to waste good water.”

The cabin boy pulled his eyes away from the captain’s shapely ass to stare confused at the back of her head, “Water?”

“On your hands.”

Johnny looked down to his hands, still wet with Johanna’s juices, and he suddenly realized what she wanted. “Oh! My apologies, captain.” The cabin boy made a show of noisily slurping the moisture away from his fingers, savoring the taste of her.

“Good boy.” With that important piece of policy resolved, she dove back into the pool.