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Mission's Mischievous Streak	By : megacharizard Category: +G through L > Knights of the Old Republic Views: 13518 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Mission groaned in frustration. She had spent the last half hour fine tuning her Pazaak deck and she had finally reached a conclusion. She was bored. It was so unfair. She had risked just as much on this job as everyone else had, but now here they were, almost ready to attack the Star Forge and who gets left behind to guard the ship while everyone else heads off to find supplies to repair the ship? The kid.
With no real purpose in mind she threw her cards down on the table and stood up. As she stood though, her pants caught the corner of the table and were dragged down a little, exposing her grey boy shorts. With a yelp, Mission grabbed them and yanked them up again. Her heart was pounding. Her underwear had been on display! If anyone had seen her...
Well actually thinking about it, no one would have seen her. She was alone on the ship, wasn’t she? Completely and totally....alone....
Whether it was a genetic thing or a cultural thing Twi’leks, particularly female Twi’leks, had a natural urge to...well “show off” was not necessarily the correct word, but they tended to feel quite comfortable regardless of how much, or how little, clothing they wore. So with everyone else off the ship, Mission couldn’t help feeling a certain urge...
She moved into the cockpit and looked out through the canopy. There was no sign of Revan or the others, just the empty beach ahead. Her heart was pounding again. It was now or never. She gripped her grey vest and whipped it off before she lost her nerve. Not that it took much willpower, she was hardly indecent. Yet.
Next she bent down and pulled off both of her boots, quickly followed by her socks. Her heartbeat was quickening. The next item would be a much bigger step. She undid her pants and began to pull them down. Her shorts started to slip down with them, but she grabbed them and pulled them back up. She didn’t want to rush this.
Once the empty pair of pants hit the floor she pulled her black shirt up and over her head, revealing her grey sports bra. As the shirt fluttered to the ground, Mission, now clad in only her underwear, took a few deep breaths. It was time for this private striptease to come to an end.
She grabbed her bra and yanked it up and over her head, exposing her small breasts to the world. She threw it away and before it even reached the ground, she grabbed her shorts and stripped them off as well. Stepping out of them, she gasped as her bare feet touched the floor. She was done. She was naked.
She giggled nervously as she ran her hands all over her bare body. She had never done anything like this before. There had always been crew members of the Ebon Hawk around and as much as she was enjoying this, she was no exhibitionist. And as for life on Taris, parading around the Lower City in the buff with the swoop gangs around was not a good idea.
She gathered up her clothes and ran to the women’s dormitory. She stuffed them in her bed and ran out again, intending to run a few laps of the ship and then perhaps return to her bed to “enjoy” her nudity some more.
However as she stepped out of the dormitory, she caught sight of the loading ramp. She knew she shouldn’t. The others could easily return at any moment. There might be other people or creatures out there who could see her. But the blood was rushing away from her brain and to her nether region. It was just so...erotic.
Before the loading ramp even hit the sand, the naked girl sprinted out of the ship and onto the beach. She laughed as the sun hit her bare skin. The wind caressed her body, stroking her breasts, her bottom and her pussy.
Throwing caution to the wind, she streaked across the beach and up the hill. From the cockpit she had seen a small outcropping. She had decided that this was what she wanted to reach. Within moments she had arrived. She was overlooking the entire bay. She stood for a moment, arms outstretched. She let the sun rays wash over her nude form.
The heat in her loins was building. She could feel the juices running down her thighs. There were no two ways about it. There was only one way this would end.
Lying back on the sand, she spread her legs and prepared. She gave a soft gasp as her fingers brushed up against her pussy. That gasp gave way to panting as she parted her opening and slipped inside. Her other hand began to play with each of her nipples in turn. Her feet found the ground and she arched herself, raising her bottom off the ground.
Her hips bucked wildly as she attempted to grind against her own fingers. She was tempted to cry out, but she stuffed her free hand in her mouth. It would not do to allow the others to find her in this situation.
But that did not stop the thought entering her mind. And what a thought it was! Images of the others finding her, bare naked and playing with herself this way. They would be angry with her of course. She imagined them forcing her to march back to the ship completely naked. Would they force her to get dressed immediately? Or maybe...
Would they punish her? Force her to remain naked like this. Wherever they went, whatever they did, Mission would never be allowed to wear clothes ever again. If they defeated Malak, they would probably through a parade on Coruscant in their honour. Imagine walking down the streets of Coruscant, not a shred of clothing on her body. All those people staring at her. At the most intimate parts of her. And of course the others would decide that if she liked masturbating in public like that, well then she might as well do it for all the people who came to see her that day. All those people watching her tease her pussy and...oooh....
She bit down on her hand as she came. The pleasure was wonderful. Her hips bucked one last time as her orgasm washed over her. Her bottom came to rest on the ground again. She panted for breath as she lay back, letting the cool breeze flow over her nude skin.
She grinned to herself. It was strange what sort of fantasies came to mind when she masturbated. Of course she would never really want the other members of the crew to parade her around naked like that. But still, it was fun to dream...
Speaking of dreaming she found a great tiredness come over her. The logical part of her mind, that was finally getting blood back to it, told her that it would be prudent to get back to the ship and put her clothes on before anyone found her. But she hushed that voice as she drifted off to sleep. There would be plenty of time to get dressed later. She was only going to rest her eyes for a minute. It wasn’t as if anyone was going to find her like this...
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