He was silent while I lifted his legs and arms out of the water and washed them. I looked at all his life marks. They told the same story that I had already plainly seen, that the captain was a man of great strength and resolution. His hands were rough and calloused from the weapons he worked with. He had various assorted scars across his body. Most of them were training or combat injuries, he told me, but a few on his feet and legs were from stinger fish or octopi from when he had worked on his father’s fishing ship. He had to explain to me what an octopus was. His explanation made me laugh, and this kept him somewhat distracted while I finished cleaning him. Even so, by the time I finished, he was fully erect and struggling to control his breathing, close to coming.OK, out, I said. He stood, and I dried him with a blanket. I got him to kneel while I stood in front of him to dry his hair. While I was doing this, he pulled my wrap down so he could look at my pussy. I opened my legs so he could see more. He ran his finger through my patch, along my slit, and gently rubbed my clit. Wow.