Emboldened, the curvaceous Eflo stepped up even closer to him and, still stroking his cock with her right hand, put her left arm around his thickening waist. She knew she was getting her hair soaked, but now that it had to be so very short and soldier-like, it hardly mattered. Under the machinations of her slender fingers, she could feel life surging into the captain's prick. Oooohhh, it was a terribly sensual feeling as the soapy water caused her hand to slip almost without friction from head to base of the huge black rod. She felt lewd excitement expanding in her loins as the thing in her hand grew in size. Now it was elongated, sticking out in front of him as though it were the long, black rod of the old Chief's authority years ago.

"Quickly," she dared to pout. "Get the soap out of your hair and eyes," she said, beginning to feel impatient again and jerking his cock a couple of times in emphasis. He was enough aroused now to be clay in her fingers, she guessed.

Captain Happy, who had been standing them with his eyes closed once he knew who it was, let the sensations flow over his tired body. He had been up since dawn and had sent for Eflo to relax him so that he could take a nap and forget the tension of taking hostages. There was nothing she could have done for him better than to have taken her own initiative, something he had decided she had forgotten how to do lately. What miracle had happened?

He could feel the warm water flowing over his head, could feel Eflo's tits and nipples pressing against his chest, but the best thing of all was that excruciatingly wonderful movement of her hand stroking his hardening prick. Quickly he rinsed his hair and washed the soap from his blinded eyes. Then he looked at her. Even barefoot she was tall, but no woman was taller than he. He would not allow taller women in his country.