Siren trekked through the cliff side cave with careful, measured steps. This was the fourth damn cave she had checked and she was getting dangerously close to giving up after a day in the unrelenting heat and salt splash. The ground beneath her feet was loose here and there with smaller rocks and wet with the steady stream trickling in from the ocean outside.
Just my luck, she thought vehemently to herself, for the umpteenth time that day. To have to make an emergency landing due to engine trouble was one thing, but why could she have been forced to land on a normal, civilized planet? Or a tropical oasis for that matter?
Planet CXF5473, as it was so poetically named, was an unhabituated wasteland for the most part. Little grew here in term of plant-life and as for the animals, her nav unit had told her that none of it would be larger than her palm or sentient. It's only saving grace was it had clean water according to her initial environment scan, which meant she could refill her ships drink tank and not have to make another stop once her engine part was delivered in about ten hours.
The ocean she'd landed in was salty as all hell, twice the salt concentration of that on earth, her home planet. But with any luck if she followed the water stream far enough back into the planets underground cave system, there should be fresh water, filtered by rocks, sand and silt.
She'd ditched her flight jumpsuit back at her ship due to the planets muggy climate, the atmosphere was harmless and the weather only got temperamental during what the nav had called "storm season" once every seven years, with the last one being well over a year ago.
"Silver lining, I suppose" she said to herself.
The opening into the cavern was high, really high. But it narrowed significantly after a few moments, making Siren feel a touch of claustrophobia as she trekked further into the dark, the dim glow of her torch kept her from falling over her feet but if she turned it up, she'd risk it running out before she got back.
Thankfully, before too long the walls started to open out, following a change in rock type, going from coal charcoal to linings of sparkling granite and beautiful cavern spread out before her.
Initially it reminded her of a luxury spa back on earth, one of those wild nature ones in the mountain somewhere. The rock walkway spread out around her and a shimmering lagoon covered most of the room, complete with a gentle waterfall where the rocks split on the other side, splashing down and causing ripples that had all but stilled by the time they reached the edge closest to her.
Okay, planet CX-whatever wasn't such a pain in her ass after all.
She stepped up to the water's edge and quickly took a vial of water and loaded it into the toxicity sampler hanging from her belt. After a few short moments the verdict was in, the water was fresh, drinkable and safe.
Siren nearly jumped for joy. She pushed a few bleeping buttons on her communicator, signaling her ship to float it's way over to her location. It would approach the mouth of the cave slowly and get to the water's edge and wait for her there. But the propeller unit was an older one and slow as hell, her hip was zippy in the skies, not so much on water.
In the meantime she'd drink her fill and wash off the traces of seaweed and salt off her skin. She quickly laid out her toolbelt and comms glove on the flat rocks bordering the lagoon. Once she was happy nothing important was going to roll into the water, she quickly divested herself of the skin tight top and shorts she wore under her jumpsuit, along with her bra and underwear.
Last of were her boots and socks, while there wasn't a soft beach of warm sands to pad across, the rocky surface was smooth from water erosion without being overly slick. She placed both her palms on the water edge and hoisted herself around and into the water.
To her pleasant surprise the water was perfectly warm, soothing even, on her skin. The water level just about came up to her chest. After days on end of being in a cramped spaceship in thick space clothes it was a relief to soak her skin. Wading gently towards the waterfall, Siren rubbed the sweat and grime from herself as best she could with her hands, scooping up some of the fine silt sand from the bottom to use as a scrubber. By the time she reached the waterfall the water had risen slightly to her shoulders and she was absently trailing her hands across her skin, relishing in the warm sensation.
She dunked herself under the waterfall at last and found it was warm as the lagoon itself, she absently wondered if it was coming from a hot spring further inland, she'd never come across warm running water in the wilderness before. She trailed her fingers through her hair leisurely, into the feel of finally getting her hair clean with ample water instead of artificial chemical foams.
Once she was mostly clean, or as much as she could be until she picked up some soap from her ship anyway, Siren simply enjoyed the feel of the water on her skin. She leaned back against a outcropping rock as she trailed her hands all over and soon found the warmth and stillness to be almost arousing.
She felt a slight tingle between her thighs when she tried to think about the last time she'd had some release, let alone gone to bed with anyone. Between flight navigation and trade trip after trade trip on her little carrier there'd been no time, she woke, worked and then crashed into bed at the end of the day, exhausted.
Maybe that was what she needed right now, after all, her ship wouldn't reach her co-ordinates for another while yet. She had the time.
Siren ran her fingers lightly from her neck downwards, brushing just past her shoulders and down her sides slowly, she closed her eyes and focused on the warmth of the water on her skin, the crashing sound of the water blocking out everything else. She was completely alone here to do as she pleased.
Her fingers brushed the sides of her breasts and she let her fingers trails inwards under the water, her palms cupped them from underneath and her fingers traced around her rapidly hardening nipples, not touching them quiet yet, staving off that little pleasure until she was really pleading for it. Instead she gently flexed her fingers across her soft, generous, mounds, massaging them playfully as she pressed her thighs tightly together, in rhythm with each squeeze of her breasts, feeling her wetness gather in anticipation. Tingles going down her spine.
Her breath hitched when she finally, lightly pinched her nipples between her thumb and forefinger. She kept massaging her breasts rhythmically, now rolling her nipples as she did, her breathing quickened and she longed to let one hand trail all the way down to her cunt and dip a finger inside herself, knowing how wet she'd be.
Not yet, she chastised herself. This was always her way, teasing slowly, until she could barely stand it, each touch, each escalation, earned beforehand. It was a sweet torture while it happened but the end result was so worth it.
She was flexing the muscles of her thighs hard now, completely sub-consciously in a desperate attempt to apply more pressure to her sex, to get some relief. Deep inside her she felt hallow, empty and desperate to be filled.
She trailed her right hand down her stomach slowly, already whimpering at the teasing she knew she'd have to endure. She brushed her fingertip over her hip and down until she spread them across the top of her right thigh, splayed so she was almost touching her sex, she flexed her fingers, nails biting into the soft flesh, a reminder of how close she was to the place she longed to sink into.