me like a wall. My highly evolved body begins to adapt, raising its internal temperature to cool me down, but still I sweat.
Anya’s thin dress immediately begins to become translucent. I notice this especially over her breasts, as I can easily make out the outline of her nipples. I pretend to double-check my satchel, which allows her to catch up to and pass me, and then I enjoy a new view of her body curves through her dress from behind.
As we reach the outer wall of the dome, the forest fully overtakes everything. The door to the airlock is barely visible. It’s permanently open, I realize, and filled with vines. The ground is thick with grass and roots, and I take Anya’s hand to guide her through it. It will be difficult for her to walk through the forest with her human woman’s shoes. Fortunately she is not wearing the high-heeled style shoes, but her flat-bottomed shoes are thin and not at all durable.
I feel the vines and roots beneath my bare feet, and though I’ve never walked in a jungle, my ancestors have, and my instinct takes over.
Anya trips, but I catch her before she falls.
Her dress is wet with perspiration, and I can feel every curve of her beautiful body beneath the thin cloth. I smile at her, and make no hurry to put her back on her feet.
Her face blushes as I maintain a grip on her body, and I realize she’s holding tightly to my arm.
I set her back on her feet, and we walk on. I take special care to warn her of thick foliage so she doesn’t fall a second time, though I long to hold her against me again.
We exit the other end of the airlock, and step into the full space of the forest.
It’s raining when we step in. The water is falling in thick sheets, and it’s difficult to see too far ahead. The trees are as tall as the buildings in Sankt Petersburg, and the canopy blocks out the sky.
There are flowing streams of water on the ground, and I hear animals hooting from the treetops. The buzz of insects is thick, and combined with the rain, the sound of the jungle is nearly deafening.
“Wow,” Anya says, holding out her hand.
Water pools in her palm, and she slurps it into her mouth.
I do the same. “It’s very fresh and crisp,” I say.
Then I look down at her. Her dress is completely soaked through. I can see the hardened points of her nipples pressing against the soaked cloth, and I can see the full contours of her panties outlined through her dress.
My eyes widen, and I can’t help but gawk at her in awe.
When she realizes I’m staring at her, she puts her hands over her breasts to cover them, and I see them press together, arousing me even further.
I feel my cock begin to vibrate as it hardens, and then I realize she’s looking down at me. Her eyes are even wider than mine.
“The dress...” I say.
“I’m not taking it off,” she says. “And stop doing that!”
“What?” I ask.
She looks down at my massive cock, shakes her head, and shudders, “ That!”
“I may as well ask for your nipples to stop pointing then. It’s not something I can control,” I say.
“Then stop staring at my nipples!” she shouts, shaking a fist at me, causing her hand to fall away from where it had been covering her breast. It exposes her left nipple to me, which jiggles as she shakes her fist, giving me a nice view.
“Then stop looking at my penis,” I say.
“Fine!” she shouts, shaking her head in disgust. “Let’s go.”
She turns to lead the way, which I realize immediately is a mistake. Luckily I reach her just in time to catch her before she falls once again.
I grab hold of her wherever I can, not wanting her to be covered in mud, but I just so happen to feel her perfect breast mold into my hand. I feel the hard pressure of her nipple graze into my palm, and as I stabilize her, my erect cock presses into her backside.
The moment I feel her ass up tight against me, my dick vibrates faster and my cock starts swelling, becoming larger and larger.
We hold each
Anya’s thin dress immediately begins to become translucent. I notice this especially over her breasts, as I can easily make out the outline of her nipples. I pretend to double-check my satchel, which allows her to catch up to and pass me, and then I enjoy a new view of her body curves through her dress from behind.
As we reach the outer wall of the dome, the forest fully overtakes everything. The door to the airlock is barely visible. It’s permanently open, I realize, and filled with vines. The ground is thick with grass and roots, and I take Anya’s hand to guide her through it. It will be difficult for her to walk through the forest with her human woman’s shoes. Fortunately she is not wearing the high-heeled style shoes, but her flat-bottomed shoes are thin and not at all durable.
I feel the vines and roots beneath my bare feet, and though I’ve never walked in a jungle, my ancestors have, and my instinct takes over.
Anya trips, but I catch her before she falls.
Her dress is wet with perspiration, and I can feel every curve of her beautiful body beneath the thin cloth. I smile at her, and make no hurry to put her back on her feet.
Her face blushes as I maintain a grip on her body, and I realize she’s holding tightly to my arm.
I set her back on her feet, and we walk on. I take special care to warn her of thick foliage so she doesn’t fall a second time, though I long to hold her against me again.
We exit the other end of the airlock, and step into the full space of the forest.
It’s raining when we step in. The water is falling in thick sheets, and it’s difficult to see too far ahead. The trees are as tall as the buildings in Sankt Petersburg, and the canopy blocks out the sky.
There are flowing streams of water on the ground, and I hear animals hooting from the treetops. The buzz of insects is thick, and combined with the rain, the sound of the jungle is nearly deafening.
“Wow,” Anya says, holding out her hand.
Water pools in her palm, and she slurps it into her mouth.
I do the same. “It’s very fresh and crisp,” I say.
Then I look down at her. Her dress is completely soaked through. I can see the hardened points of her nipples pressing against the soaked cloth, and I can see the full contours of her panties outlined through her dress.
My eyes widen, and I can’t help but gawk at her in awe.
When she realizes I’m staring at her, she puts her hands over her breasts to cover them, and I see them press together, arousing me even further.
I feel my cock begin to vibrate as it hardens, and then I realize she’s looking down at me. Her eyes are even wider than mine.
“The dress...” I say.
“I’m not taking it off,” she says. “And stop doing that!”
“What?” I ask.
She looks down at my massive cock, shakes her head, and shudders, “ That!”
“I may as well ask for your nipples to stop pointing then. It’s not something I can control,” I say.
“Then stop staring at my nipples!” she shouts, shaking a fist at me, causing her hand to fall away from where it had been covering her breast. It exposes her left nipple to me, which jiggles as she shakes her fist, giving me a nice view.
“Then stop looking at my penis,” I say.
“Fine!” she shouts, shaking her head in disgust. “Let’s go.”
She turns to lead the way, which I realize immediately is a mistake. Luckily I reach her just in time to catch her before she falls once again.
I grab hold of her wherever I can, not wanting her to be covered in mud, but I just so happen to feel her perfect breast mold into my hand. I feel the hard pressure of her nipple graze into my palm, and as I stabilize her, my erect cock presses into her backside.
The moment I feel her ass up tight against me, my dick vibrates faster and my cock starts swelling, becoming larger and larger.
We hold each
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