A dream come true.

By the time Johanna reached the edge of the pool, Johnny had fully removed his pants and was eagerly awaiting her. She floated just out of reach for a long moment before finally closing the gap, one hand taking a hold of Johnny’s firm thigh, and one finding his hard cock. A sigh of relief met Johanna’s ears, and it took her a moment to realize that she was the one who made the sound. Was her lust so great that she missed Johnny’s cock more than Johnny missed her touch? She was pondering this question when Johnny’s hand brushed against her cheek, bringing her back to the moment. Looking up at the cabin boy, Johanna gave a dangerous smile and began to stroke.

The cool water of the pool made for adequate lubricant as Johanna’s hand moved along Johnny’s firm shaft, and pulled tiny gasps and grunts from the young man. She was rather familiar with his instrument by this point, and knew just where to apply pressure, and when to brush her thumb along the underside, when to slow down or speed up, and when to lean in and release a soft, warm breath against the sensitive head. Johnny was utter putty in her hands, and she held the power to bring him to orgasm any time she desired, but Johanna had a little more in mind.

Johnny felt Johanna’s hands leave his body momentarily, and watched as she briefly disappeared beneath the surface of the water. When his captain emerged again, she was wearing that dangerous, knowing expression of hers, and she began to haul herself out of the pool, climbing up his body as she did so. Her hands found grip on his thighs, then his waist, then his shoulder, and then she was above him, pushing him back until he was lying in the dirt next to the pool, Johanna grinning above him.

Johanna loved how powerful and sexy she felt while playing with the cabin boy, and couldn’t get enough of the way his eyes drank in her naked form. She lowered herself close to him until her breasts brushed against his chest, then began to shift back and forth, dragging her sensitive nipples across his skin. Even dripping in cool water, Johanna felt like she was on fire, and her eyes bore into Johnny’s with a rare intensity. “Breathe,” She commanded, and Johnny finally let out the breath he’d been holding since Johanna had pushed him down. Johanna smiled at this, and finally began to move down his body, her breasts tracing a line down his torso as she went. When her breasts reached his groin, Johnny propped himself up on his elbows to get a better view, and Johanna lowered herself to her elbows as well, her breasts weighing heavily on either side of Johnny’s cock.

“Tell me about your dream again, Johnny,” Johanna whispered, swaying slowly from side to side so that the hard, hot rod beneath her pressed up against one breast, then the other, back and forth. The constant pressure against his cock made it difficult for Johnny to focus, but after a long moment he managed to stammer out “My dream? Y-you mean the one about… uh, you know, you, and…”

“That’s right, Johnny,” Johanna urged him on, “What was I doing in your dream?”

Johnny’s eyes watched the pendulous motion of Johanna’s breasts as they moved against him, scarcely able to believe the situation he had somehow found himself in. “Uh. First it was like yesterday. You were, um, touching me.” Johnny flinched as Johanna’s hands brushed against his sides. “And then you started to, um, stroke my, uh, manhood. W-we were both naked, I mean, so, uh.”

Johanna smiled at Johnny, then leaned heavily to one side, reaching with her opposite hand to grasp Johnny’s cock again, beginning to slowly stroke once more. “Like this?”

Johnny forgot how to breathe again. “Y-yes. Like that. And as you rubbed my, uh, well, I st-started to rub your, um, bosom.”

Johanna raised her eyebrow at this. That hadn’t come up this morning when she asked, and she wondered whether he had simply chosen to omit that memory earlier, or if he had invented the detail on the spot now. Either way, she decided, was fine, and she shifted once more, still stroking Johnny with her left hand, but her upper body was closer to Johnny’s now, and her breasts hung freely above near his face. “I’m not sure I understand,” She feigned, “Show me what you mean, Johnny.”

The young man didn’t any further encouragement, and he practically lunged for Johanna’s naked breasts, causing her to gasp at the sudden feel of his hands. Johnny eagerly pawed and rubbed and squeezed, and Johanna couldn’t help but moan. She had intended to maintain her composure, but between her lust and his hands, she quickly lost herself in the moment. The two continued to manually pleasure each other for a long, hot moment before Johanna remembered the game. “Okay, Johnny. I... ahhh, yes, I understand, now.” She managed, with great effort, to pull herself away from the handsy young man, who looked equal parts embarrassed and terrified at the realization of what he had just done to his captain.

“S-sorry, I, uh, got carried away-”

Johanna cut him off with a sharp squeeze, “Don’t apologize for following orders, Johnny.”

“Yes Captain,” He responded automatically, causing Johanna to smile and regain her composure. She was still in control of the situation, even if her body was on fire and she desperately needed some relief. “So, Johnny,” The captain purred, once she trusted herself enough to speak again, “After you had your fill of my breasts, what did we do in your dream?”

Johnny swallowed before answering. His Captain was presenting him with a rare opportunity, if he was reading the situation right. The question was: how far was he willing to push his luck?