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Archive name: m03.txt (Mdom/F, size, exh, bond, sci-fi)
Authors name: JackBro (jackbro_99@yahoo.com)
Story title : Mission to a New World - Part 3

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Mission to a New World - 3 (Mdom/F, size, bond, sci-fi) 
by JackBro (jackbro_99@yahoo.com)

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Chapter 3: Camp D+1


***
 
I catch him doing it while lying next to me. It occurs at 
the edge of the desert, in a small tent at the last oasis 
before we reach the forest.

We arrived at the oasis three hours earlier with me 
behind the wheel. Thoughts of his big cock slowly 
diminished. A woman, after all, can only think about cock 
for so long. My thoughts returned back to the business of 
driving.

Brian's interest in my size diminished too. I saw it for 
myself - first hand. A few minutes after his cock left my 
mind; I looked over to see him soft. The sight 
disappointed me, although I don't think he ever softened 
completely.

We arrived at 3:00 AM at the last oasis. The plan was to 
hide the jeep, set up camp, and get a few hours sleep 
before trekking the last 2 miles across the desert to the 
protection of the forest. We arrived earlier than 
originally planned. The supposed "experts" were wrong in 
their estimate of the jeep's travel time across the 
desert. The sun rose late at this high latitude and was 
not due for another 4 hours.

The first order of business was to unpack the jeep. We 
were each provided with a backpack to carry the essential 
supplies: food, water, clothing, emergency survival 
equipment, and a small tent. Our only conveniences - if 
they could even be called conveniences - were cooking 
utensils and some precious stones to be used for 
currency.

I suppose we were no different than a traveler of a 
thousand years before except for a miniature radio and 
Geiger counter cleverly hidden away within the fabric of 
our backpacks. We used the radio to make a quick check 
with the Crion to inform them we were still alive.

We next drove the jeep a few feet out into the desert. We 
drove it away from the oasis to hide it between two sand 
dunes. Then we covered it with a sand-colored mesh and 
shoveled sand around the edges to make sure it stayed 
covered in the blowing wind. The shoveling took a lot of 
work and did a good job at preparing us for bed. The two 
of us staggered back to the oasis exhausted by the time 
the job was done.

We jumped into the cold water to wash up, put up the 
tent, and squeezed in. Naturally, we brought only one 
tent along. For reasons of security and since we were 
supposed to be traveling as a couple, we logically 
carried only a single tent. Separate tents would create 
suspicions if seen by the occasional desert traveler.

I normally wear only a T-shirt and panty to bed, and this 
night proved no different. The only problem was that I 
carried no T- shirt, so I went to bed topless.

Brian lay close next to me. I figured he wanted sex - and 
I have to admit that I was really tempted too - but it 
just wasn't practical.

"We better go right to sleep," I told him as he crawled 
in naked beside me. "It will be a long, hot walk across 
the desert, and we only have two hours before daybreak."

He agreed, although seemingly reluctantly. I don't know 
if Brian slept, but I know I did. I passed out right 
away. The excitement of the previous five-hour drive 
across the desert made me exhausted.

***

I awake droopily to the sound of water and to the hint of 
daylight seeping through the tent walls. It takes me a 
few seconds to realize where I am, but then I open my 
right eye to see Brian lying next to me.

I see him with his head propped up and a smile on his 
face. He seems to be looking at something at the other 
end of the tent and making motions with his hand. It 
takes me a while to figure it out in my half-wakened 
condition, although now I know for certain. I have caught 
him in the act. He masturbates himself.

I lie on my stomach and listen. The thing he is looking 
at, I know, is my ass. My panty is nothing more than a 
thong in the rear that leaves my ass mostly-bare. I know 
what fuels his ecstasy.

I close my eyes again, unsure what to do. 'Should I 
pretend I'm sleeping?' I ask myself. 'Or should I wake up 
and confront him?' 

I decide to do nothing - at least for now. His 
masturbating actually turns me on a little. I picture it 
in my mind, his hand running up and down the length of 
his erection. I hear he must be very wet. I wonder what 
his shiny, cream-covered cock looks like in the daylight. 

I find it a wonderful experience to wake up to, a naked 
man lying beside me with his hand around his wet cock. 
His stroking makes me more and more aroused. I think I 
even start to get wet, and I feel even hotter than I 
realize the sight of my half-naked ass drives him. I 
wonder what effect my bare tits will have, and then have 
an idea.

I sit up quickly to take a look. It is too fast for him 
to respond. Before he realizes I am awake, I see him make 
two more full- length strokes up and then back down the 
length of his hard erection.

"Having fun?" I question.

He quickly tries to recover. He stops stroking and turns 
to the side.

"No!" I tell him. "I want to watch."

This shocks him. "Debbie!" He cries out in surprise.

It looks as though the sun must be just starting to peek 
above the horizon, for a faint light enters the tent. It 
is enough for me to clearly see the head of his organ 
poke through the top of his hand even when he turns to 
the side. I also see his hand is covered with moisture.

"You heard me," I tell him. "I've been listening to what 
you were doing, now let me watch!" I can't help but think 
back to my fantasy, the fantasy where a hardened organ 
stands at the side of my bed and its owner begins 
masturbating it at my command.

He doesn't say anything. Brian just lies there on his 
side and looks at me. I catch him taking a glance down at 
my bare tits. I can tell he likes them.

Then he slowly turns back over and lies on his back 
again. I see his full erection now, and I see it much 
clearer than the night before. It looks wet enough for 
the weak light to sparkle off its surface. I see he has 
pre-cumed quite considerably, and it makes me excited 
knowing it is all due to the sight of my ass.

Slowly, his hand goes back down. It moves towards his 
engorged erection and then surrounds it. He grabs himself 
again.

"That's nice," I tell him.

He starts. His hand starts out slow, slowly running up 
the length of his member and then sliding back down 
again. The tip of his cock points at me. I see it visibly 
pre-cum, and then I see his hand spread it all around on 
the next stroke.

"That's nice," I tell him again. 

I have never watched a man masturbate himself before. 
I've done it myself a few times but never watched a man 
go a solo. The sight makes me feel surprisingly erotic, 
but I want to see more.

"Perhaps this may help," I tell him as I get up on my 
knees. The tent is small and not very high. I cannot 
stand up, even on my knees. I kneel with one leg on each 
side of his feet. I am forced to bend over, letting my 
tits sag down in front of me.

"Oh jes..." Brian starts to say, letting me know that he 
likes me better in this position. It is like catching a 
man looking down the front of my blouse, except I have no 
blouse to get in the way. I know this amplifies the size 
of my tits. He starts to stroke faster.

I like him better in this position too. I am now closer 
to his cock than any time before. There is also a lot 
more to like. From above, I see his entire length. It is 
easy to see the prominent veins bulging out of his 
engorged staff.

"That's the way," I tell him. "Just a little more. Let me 
see."

He looks close, very close. His mouth hangs open, and I 
notice his eyes are looking directly at my sagging tits. 
I sway my chest back and forth for an instant to show 
them move.

I only have to do it once and Brian cums immediately. He 
first lets out a low moan and looks away from my body. 
His waist rises and his hand stops its stroking action. A 
moment later he erupts.

He erupts with a vengeance. It is a powerful orgasm. I 
see why he couldn't sleep and decided to jerk himself off 
instead. No doubt, he has been holding out for a long 
time. I can see that his balls were quite loaded.

The first squirt goes a good distance and lands on his 
chest. The second drops on his belly. Then he has three 
more, and still his dick continues to shake and pulsate 
with energy. It looks as though he is experiencing an 
unusually powerful orgasm, which momentarily wants me to 
have one of my own.

"That's nice," I tell him a third time. "That was very 
nice. You put on a good show."

He slowly calms back down again.

So do I, and then I think about what I have just done. I 
can't believe it! I have just witnessed a coworker jack 
himself off. Even worse, I enjoyed it.

I come back to my senses and crawl out of the tent. I 
still can't believe it! I momentarily walk around in a 
daze, and then I run into the spring that serves as the 
source of the oasis. The water feels soothing. It 
momentarily makes me think that perhaps the experience 
was only a dream.

Brian soon joins me. I pop my head up out of the water 
and see him walk towards me in the nude. He is flaccid, 
and I see an incredibly sexy line of spunk run down the 
middle of his chest. It reminds me of what I have just 
witnessed.

As he walks in, I walk out. I do not want to be near him. 
I do not know why, but I just know that I need time to 
think and sort things out.

"Thanks," He quietly says as we pass near. It is the only 
thing either one of us says.

***
 
We leave a few minutes later for the last leg of our 
journey. As soon as Brian silently packs the tent and I 
get a few berries out of our backpack to eat, we set out. 
Our job is to trek by foot across the last 2 miles of 
sand to reach a jagged outcropping of the Northern 
Forest. This is also the most dangerous part of our 
journey, but essential. Anyone caught out in the open 
desert can easily die from heat and thirst, yet we must 
also hide the jeep far from civilization. Our only option 
is to walk the last, short segment.

I do fine the first half of the journey. The backpack 
feels heavy, but I do all right. I wish the load could be 
lightened by the use of modern plastics and fabrics, but 
that might "contaminate" the world we are about to enter.

"I need to stop," I eventually must admit to Brian. My 
legs ache. I pant with exertion. Despite the bikini 
around my body, I feel hot and sweaty under the bright 
morning sun.

"Not yet," He warns. "We need to keep going. It will only 
get worse if we take a break."

I realize it is the first thing I have said to him since 
watching him eject. It feels weird, talking to a guy who 
I just watched jerk himself off, but I try to put it out 
of my mind.

"I really need to stop," I tell him again a few minutes 
later. I feel myself stumble. Up the next sand dune, my 
feet slip and it feels as though I am moving in place.

"All right, but only for a minute," He sits down at the 
top.

I sit down along side him and quickly take a deep drink 
of water from the canteen in my backpack. It is almost 
gone.

"We're behind schedule," He warns. "It's only going to 
get hotter."

"I know! I know!" I pant. "But I have to rest. I'm not as 
strong or resilient as you."

"You've spent too much time sitting in that lab of 
yours."

"You're right," I have to admit.

We rest for only a few seconds - or at least it seems 
like only a few seconds. Brian soon rises, and I 
reluctantly join him.

I think he walks faster after the brief rest. I can 
hardly keep up, especially when we walk up the face of 
the next dune and then the one following. It isn't bad 
going down, but the uphill journey makes my legs ache. 
Brian soon pulls out in front of me. I have to admit that 
he is in excellent physical shape, being a marine and 
all.

"Not so fast," I yell to him, but he does not seem to 
hear. He pulls further ahead without looking back.

I see trees in the distance. I think they pull him, and 
then they begin to pull me. The trees look too numerous 
to be just another oasis. Clearly, we approach the edge 
of the Northern Forest.

My shoulders ache from the combination of the backpack 
and my bikini top. I cannot do anything about the 
backpack, but I realize I can do something about the 
bikini. I take the straps off and allow my big boobs to 
protrude free. The bikini does not offer much cover 
anyway, and I no longer worry about Brian seeing me; 
especially after what I saw of him.

Brian soon pulls a full sand dune ahead of me. I only see 
his tracks from the bottom. We go over three more peaks 
before I think he must notice my topless state, for he 
stops and waits for me to catch up. 

"I need another rest," I tell him. "Just for a minute."

"But we only have another hundred feet to go!"

"I don't care," I object. "I need to rest anyway."

I take the last drink of water from my canteen.

"Here, have some of mine," He offers his own canteen as 
he stands next to me. "We should find a river about a 
mile into those trees," He points. "Have as much as you 
want."

I can't believe how thirsty I am. And I can't believe how 
exhausted I feel. The combination of the hot temperature, 
high humidity, and little sleep make me feel like I am 
about to die. I begin to wonder if I might be coming down 
with something, like maybe a strange virus from this 
alien planet. I am so exhausted I almost forget about my 
topless condition.

"Come on," Brian soon wants to continue. "We need to get 
a move on."

"Not already," I complain.

"Give me your pack," He takes me by the arm and pulls off 
my backpack. "I'll carry both, but only to the edge of 
the forest."

The absence of the backpack helps a lot. I no longer 
stumble. My feet do not seem to sink as far into the 
sand. It feels as though I almost float over the top of 
the dunes now. I even think about putting my top back on, 
but then decide Brian deserves the reward for carrying my 
pack.

"We need to get into the forest," Brian starts to jog 
with one pack over his shoulder and another in his hand.

I easily catch up, walking faster and then jogging like 
he does. I do not see it at first, but then notice him 
look over to me. I realize he looks at my tits, admiring 
them as they bounce and sway with my steps. I again 
consider putting the top back on - or at least slowing 
down to stop my tits from bouncing around so much - but I 
no longer care. Brian is getting an eyeful, I know, but 
the knowledge of what he witnesses provides me with a 
surge of energy. For some unexplained, strangely 
voyeuristic reason, I continue to jog right beside him.

"Race you to the first tree," He challenges as he pulls 
out ahead.

I strain to catch up. My tits fly all around. I can't 
believe he is in such good shape. Even with the penalty 
of two packs, I can hardly keep up to him.

We advance quickly. The last few feet take only a few 
seconds to cover. The sand turns to gravel. It becomes 
easier to move. The trees rapidly grow before us.

"Hold on!" I nearly double over with exhaustion within 
the shadow of the first tree I find. Brian already 
touches it. He has won the race. I bend over in defeat, 
putting my hands on my knees, gasping for breath in the 
heavy alien atmosphere.

Immediately, I feel Brian again. I feel him look at me 
from the front, and then I realize what he sees. I am 
bent over with my big boobs sagging down out of my chest. 
It is like the tent all over again. 'What a tremendous 
sight Brian has before him!' I can't help but think to 
myself.

I sit down in the shade of one of the trees. On the one 
hand it feels embarrassing. On the other I feel a strange 
twinge of excitement. It is as though I want to feel 
embarrassed at having shown myself in such a position, 
but there is also a sense of excitement about being in 
such a provocative pose.

"Time to take your own pack," He hands it over to me.

I hear him pant too. Both of us are exhausted. Running 
the last few feet may have been a mistake.

I take the pack and notice he wears another bulge. It has 
been less than two hours. He has excellent resurgence.

"Let me see you do it again," I giggle as I look down 
upon it. I mean it as a joke, but he takes it seriously.

To be continued...

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