I find the body soap and rub it between my hands. Then I begin washing his neck, shoulders, torso, and arms. His body reflects his time spent exercising and lifting weights; I never appreciated his efforts as much as I do now. I imagine him using his strength to thrust himself into me, and I wonder how that will feel. I have never been with a man who was as physically strong as he is, and there was something primal about my lust for him in this way.

I move down to his hips and penises. I’m not surprised that they are both erect. I wash them gently and without any overtly sexual overtones. He wants to teach me something about his biology, and I should respect his wishes. He’s an alien, after all. I should want to be prudent as I don’t want to die from my lust.

I proceed down to his strong thighs, knees, ankles, and finally, his feet. Like humans, he has body hair where we do, but his is all white and finer, not coarser. The foamy soap reflects off his body and glistens on his hair, and for a second, it looks like he’s sparkling, which makes me smile.

“Something funny?”

“No, just an old Water people drama I was reminded of. It’s nothing.” I rise and motion for him to bend down so I can wash his hair. While I’m doing it, I’m reminded of the first time we showered together at the farmhouse. “Why did you make me do this for you at the farm?” I ask as casually as I can.

“I didn’t want to be alone. I trusted you, but I didn’t trust the others. Showers can be dangerous places.”

“But I left you alone in my room a few times.”

“You were never gone long, and it’s easier to defend oneself with your eye on the door and gun under your pillow.”

I silently agree with him as I wash out his white, blonde hair. When I’m finished, he says, “Now you.”

My Commander takes soap and begins washing my neck and shoulders. He purposely comes close to my breasts without fully touching them, which drives me crazy. I can feel his penises pressing up against my back, and again, my mind just jumps to imagining him entering me with his alien penises, and I feel another orgasm building, although he isn’t doing much. After a few minutes spent teasing me, he finally begins to caress my breasts, now slick with soap, and I arch back into him, making sounds of appreciation I cannot control. At first, he is merely running his hands over my breasts and nipples slick with suds, but as he continues, he becomes more detailed, specifically tugging and rubbing at my nipples, making me arch my hips with need.

My Commander moves his hands over my stomach and hovers there, teasing the top of my vulva. He says in my ear, “You were so thin on the farm. I remember that, and I was worried for you.”