One Day in 2335: Dexa, Morale Officer - Sex Stories

One Day in 2335: Dexa, Morale Officer

... training for combat would be detrimental to my primary responsibilities. Thus, my role in this exercise was the civilian being escorted through hostile territory. With my limited field experience, it was not clear if the bank slide was natural or a trap. Krudge stopped himself by a fallen tree which reminded me of the large oaks back on Earth. It was at least four feet thick. Reggie and I waited for Krudge to check out his new position. He slipped under the big tree and continued down the slope to better cover and signaled for us to follow. The wet grass let me slide much faster than I expected. I went down on my back, feet first, zooming towards that monstrous tree. Part of the trunk was covered in a blue moss-like growth. My feet slipped and I continued to slide underneath. As much as I love my boots, they are not as helpful in this situation as what the guys wear. It had been a long time since I questioned the wisdom of my boots. They have tall wedge heels and a fairly basic tread, which looks great but is more suited to urban life. My reactions were much too slow. I had barely accepted the fact that I would keep sliding all the way down the slope when my body stopped. Pressure on my chest made it difficult to breathe. Momentum had jammed me under the tree and I was stuck. I lost my composure and panicked until Reggie appeared next to me. When I looked up at him, I tried to ignore the raindrops in my eyes. Reggie grinned, "Your tits are always getting you in trouble, ...

... Dexa?" My entire wardrobe was now under scrutiny. Most of the time I love them, but this was one of those rare moments when a DuraBust form supporting bra was not helpful. The design prevents my boobs from dropping around my sides even though I was on my back. Their ads claimed they keep a woman in the same form as Larcroft, the ancient goddess of love. She was said to have the perfect body, far beyond natural proportions of mortals, and was the most beautiful goddess ever. My implants were several times the natural size my petite frame warranted, another of my attempts to resemble the goddess. The reinforced mesh in my bra preserved a perky shape which refused to fit through the gap. Reggie looked down, planting his boots on the trunk just above my head. It was clear from his face that he was trying very hard not to laugh. He reached for my chest and gave one boob a squeeze. In turn, I gave him by best offended expression. Reggie always made me smile. My reliable friend hoisted me out by my uniform with one hand. I put my feet on the tree to stabilize myself and silently thanked him by kissing my hand and then giving him a pat on the groin. I inched sideways along the trunk to where the gap underneath was wider and slid through easily. Reggie waited for me to get to the bottom before following. Together again, our trio crept closer to the structure. Stun guns zapped around us. Before I knew where they were, the enemy team had taken out Krudge and Reggie. I felt the temporary ...