Hopefully, but at least it's fun.

Before embarking, Elara requested Johanna’s help in applying the oil. “I’ll need to be oiled from head-to-toe,” She explained, laying herself face-down on the bed, “There should be enough oil, but I’d like your help putting it on.”

Johanna spread the oil across her palms, then started massaging it into the soft skin of Elara’s back. She’d spent some time familiarizing herself with the other woman’s body last night, but now she really had time to run her her hands along every curve, memorize the contour of each muscle, and let her fingers wander over every inch of the other woman’s body. There was little need to be shy after last night’s sex, and Johanna didn’t hesitate to spread the oil over Elara’s firm rear, working the flesh until it had a healthy sheen. Johanna worked down Elara’s legs, too, and, remembering her instructions of “”Head-to-toe,” took extra time to spread the oil between each of Elara’s lower digits, and along the soles of her feet.

“Flip!” Johanna instructed, and Elara obeyed, smiling up at the captain and sending another blush to Johanna’s cheeks. She worked her way back up Elara’s legs, giving extra attention to the inside of her thighs. The oil was running thin now, so Johanna upturned the vial and emptied the rest of the viscous liquid onto Elara’s stomach, where it pooled in her bellybutton and along the grooves of her abdominal muscles. Johanna worked it down first, and Elara’s hips wiggled in reaction as Johanna’s palms glided over Elara’s mound and her fingers worked the outer lips of her vulva. Johanna would have liked to give the area a bit of extra attention, perhaps enough attention to cause Elara to scream or moan, but there would be time for that after the day’s work was done. Of course, there was still enough time now for Johanna to teasingly work her way back up Elara’s body, working the oil into the other woman’s round breasts with a series of circular, gentle rubs that caused Elara’s breathing to accelerate and her jaw to clench.

And then all that was left was Elara’s neck and face. Johanna diligently worked the oil up, taking extra care around Elara’s eyes and mouth. While the oil had only a faint, sweet scent, she didn’t know how it might taste or if it might sting the eyes, and she didn’t want to **** either of those possibilities on Elara, who quietly closed her eyes as Johanna finished working the oil over the last bits of her flesh. Finished, Johanna leaned down and pressed her lips to Elara’s, and the two women shared a short, wet kiss.

“Are you ready now?” Johanna asked, wiping her hands on her trousers before slipping into them.

Elara closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “Ready enough for now, I think.”

Johanna nodded, finished getting dressed, and made her way to the door with the pouch of dust in hand. “Let’s go catch a pirate, then.”