You hurry over to your clothes and lean over to get prepared. But somehow, you feel his gaze on you. Smirking, you realize why. You simply had a wonderful, wet dream. Your crotch is dripping, even through the fabric of your sleeping uniform. You´re still horny, but you can´t give in to your feelings now. It would be the last sex you would ever have. Not an idea you like. You start to get dressed, but pay some extra attention on putting up a bit of a show for Trask.
After you got dressed, you turn back to Trask. Your clothes are a whitecottonlike shirt, which sits tightly at your C-cups with a small, brown vest over it. Your trouser are also made of cotton, or something, also brown. Now that your face to face to Trask, you can´t help but notice how he stares at your breasts. You grin slyly, step forward and slightly brush his erect cock through the rather thin fabric of his uniform.
"We should get going, right?"
Startled by your touch, but snapping out of his daydream, Trask responds stammering: "Ye.. Yeah, we have to get to the bridge to find Bastila. Come on, the Sith are maybe on board right now!" |