When Happy did not come, Eflo bit her lower lip indecisively and then tiptoed rapidly toward the bathroom. She opened the door, and the steam hit her with a warm moistness. Through the white fog she could see his dark, muscular body outlined in the glass door of the large shower stall. He was still humming and then again broke into louder song.

Suddenly her eyes flashed as mischievously as her heart beat, and she slowly reached out for the little gilt handle of the door. Quickly she opened it and stepped inside. There was no better setup to try one of her alternate plans, she thought. For here was Captain Happy, his kinky hair all lathered up with the sweet-smelling soap, his eyes closed and not the least bit aware that someone had stepped into the shower stall with him. It was so good to be with him, so exciting, she choked back a giggle as she watched him, watched the white soapy suds running down his ebony backbone to disappear into the crack between his strong black asscheeks. Slowly, with a prankish grin on her face, she reached out for his magnificent cock.

Captain Happy's first awareness that someone was in the shower with him came with the soft touch of a hand sliding down his abdomen to fasten gently on his cock. It frightened the shit out of him! After all, he was a target now… for the government, for the envious, even for his friends very likely!

"What the hell!" he shouted, jumping in sudden alarm but grabbing the slender wrist at the same time. His eyes snapped open, but the soap blinded him again immediately. Yet he had seen that it was Eflo, and he was shocked. Before thinking that he should maintain his anger in his new position as Head of State, he yelped in surprise.

"Eflo?" he gasped, then choked as soapy water ran into his mouth, for Eflo had begun to slowly move her hand back and forth on his wet prick. A low groan of desire came squeaking out of his larynx, and her delighted, relieved laughter rang in his ears.