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Johanna let out a ragged breath and closed her eyes for a long moment. She wasn’t quite ready to give in to her lust completely, and besides, if she had sex with Johnny, he might start to view her in a different light, and for now, at least, she wanted to maintain the Captain-Crewman dynamic. They’d been here a day and already he’d seen more of her than any male member of her crew before him. When she opened her eyes, she looked down to Johnny, and his wound, and his hard cock. Well, she thought, her efforts yesterday didn’t seem to damage their relationship, and in truth, she had enjoyed it almost as much as he clearly did. Her justification in place, Johanna leaned over the young man and slowly, carefully, pulled down his underwear, freeing his erect cock.

Johanna looked up at Johnny’s face; he was still asleep. She gripped his cock in her hand, and wondered if, when the young man had signed on to her crew as a mere cabin boy, he had ever dreamed of waking up one morning to find the beautiful Captain Stern stroking his cock. She leaned in close to his penis and let a stream of saliva leak down, allowing her hand to slide more easily along his length. She was tempted for a moment to engulf the whole of Johnny's cock in her warm mouth, to quickly lubricate it, of course, but that was a bit further than she was willing to go at the moment. So she just stroked. Slowly at first, up and down, up and down. She glanced up, Johnny's eyes were closed, but he looked to be on the verge of waking, his face twisted in an expression of pleasure.

Deciding that it was time to wake him up, Johanna picked up her pace a little bit, then leaned in close to his member, and spoke loudly, her breath tickling his firm cock. “Johnny, wake up.” Hearing his name seemed to be the trigger Johnny needed to cast off the bonds of sleep, and Johanna watched his eyes flicker open, slowly focusing on his superior officer. The realization of what was happening hit him all at once after a few seconds of watching, and he leaned up into a half-sitting position, wincing slightly as the movement agitated his wounds.

Seeing the pain on the young man’s face upset Johanna, and she paused mid-stroke with a look of concern on her face. "Are you okay, Johnny?" The young man took let out a breath and blinked the last of his sleep from his eyes before answering. "Um. Yes Captain, uh, very g-good." Johnny blushed, the weight of his position dawning on him, and Johanna took his response as a sign to continue.

"That's what I like to hear, sailor." She spoke, resuming the handjob and donning a sultry expression again. She adjusted her position, so that she was now seated between Johnny’s legs, her breasts swaying gently above her hand on his cock. The young man’s eyes were constantly sliding up and down from her face to her chest to her hand. "I thought I was still dreaming," Johnny admitted with a shaky voice, making eye contact with his captain.

Johanna smirked cruelly at him and slowed down her pace. “So you were dreaming of me, then?” Johnny, realizing that this was exactly what he had admitted to, blushed even darker than before, but to Johanna’s surprise, he didn’t try to deny it. “Yes. I was.” Johanna stopped stroking, instead just enjoying the warmth of the cock in her hand as she asked her next question. “And was I stroking your cock in this dream?” Johnny hesitated for a moment, then nodded, but the captain could see tell that he was holding something back. She squeezed his cock, not enough to cause pain, but Johnny let out a gasp all the same. “That wasn’t all I was doing in your dream, was it? Tell your captain the truth, Johnny. Tell me everything.” She leaned down to breathe the last word against the head of his cock, her breasts briefly brushing against the sides of his instrument as she did so, and again as she pulled back up.

Johnny let out a sharp breath and considered his words carefully. “You stroked it with your hands, and then with your b-bosom, and then we, um.” He paused to collect his words again as Johanna resumed her stroking to reward his honesty, “And then, um. You laid down and I put it inside you.” Johanna grinned. She had suspected as much. Young men often dream of sex, and after yesterday, she would have been insulted if he hadn’t dreamed of her at least a little bit. And in a way, she was here, making his dream come true, at least in part. “Thank you for your honesty, Johnny.” She sped up her stroking to a frantic pace, and used her free hand to squeeze her breasts together for his viewing pleasure. “But we need to finish up here. Come for me, Johnny. Come for your captain.” Johnny didn’t last long after that. His eyes squeezed shut, his hips bucked, and he ejaculated long strands across Johanna’s hand. She was prepared for his climax this time, and the hand on her breasts moved down to catch the rest of his orgasm, saving her from having to scrape it off of him. She squeezed the rest of the semen from his cock, then waited until Johnny opened his eyes.

When she was sure he was watching, she made a show of licking the semen from her hands. Once it was all off her hands and in her mouth, she gulped loudly, swallowing the whole load at once. Johnny let out a long breath. "Gods, Captain, I. Uh. Wow." Johanna smirked and moved to pull Johnny's underwear back into place.

"Enough chatter, Johnny." She switched back to her serious voice as she set about helping the young man get his pants and boots back on. When she donned her own pants, she noted with some annoyance that her panties had a large damp spot up front, evidence of her own arousal. As much fun as it was to bring Johnny to orgasm, it did little to help sate the captain’s own lust. The longer she put it off, she knew, the worse it was going to get. Lust was far from her only concern, though. Johanna looked towards the mouth of the cave and steeled herself for whatever the new day still had to present her with.