Shower with Sarah

“Nothing, I guess…” You began, “though the Lt. would probably chew us if she found us like this.”

“That fucking martinet?” Sarah scoffed, “She’s too busy pining for glory and promotions to keep an eye on us lowly grunts.”

There was nothing that you could say in contradiction to Sarah’s description of your commanding officer, particularly since you agreed with her judgement of Lieutenant Cooper’s character. She might have made a fine officer, if not for the fact that she was a haughty bitch who never stopped hounding her marines and who never dropped so low as to actually interact with them on any personal level whatsoever.

Basically, she was an ice-queen longing for the day that she made captain, the higher rank meaning that she’d get further away from the grunts that she seemed to despise so much.

“Yeah,” you admit, and then quickly change the subject by adding “Want to follow me to the showers?”

“Right now I’d follow you anywhere,” Sarah informed you, her voice having a saucy quality which gave your cock cause to swell to full hardness once more, though you kept yourself from slipping it back into her pussy.

Instead, you got up on your feet and then offered Sarah a helping hand, your legs and back carrying the weariness caused by the fighting and fucking.

Once she’d resumed a standing position, Sarah leaned in close against you and placed a wet kiss on your lips, her large breasts pressing against your hard chest, her hands rubbing over your wide, muscular back before coming down to fondle your ass.

Due to hygiene concerns, the sparring room is equipped with a shower room, ensuring that people don’t walk around on the ship in a less than presentable state.
Now the two of you walked into the shower, which was large enough for about a dozen marines to squeeze themselves into it if they wanted to.

Like the one leading into the sparring room, the door to the shower can’t be locked, but at least you and Sarah are not positioned out in the open in quite the same way anymore.

A decidedly superior tactical position, you decided with a sardonic grin as Sarah walked ahead to turn the tap, making sure to wiggle her magnificent ass for your benefit.

You now stood still for a while, admiring Sarah’s beauty as she fixed the faucets until the temperature of the water pouring down was just right, after which she stepped into the stream, causing the water to cascade down over her delectable curves.

There was a bottle of shower gel located next to the tabs, and Sarah grabbed it with one hand while using the other to motion for you join her beneath the showerhead.
Unsurprisingly, you quickly accepted her invitation.