It'd been a hot day in the midst of the twin suns that orbited this strange planet named Terratoone, most especially in a desert region the locals called 'Found', and was basically a barren and inhospitable wasteland with wind-smoothed rocks and valleys making up some of the region's landscapes. Lysine, a tall figure of a woman with just the right shapes, lithe curves and supple buxom, sweat like a pig under the heat of the suns that bore down 'pon of her little dwelling, giving more than enough reason for the toiling tanned woman to sweat. With that wife beater top literally soaked to the max from all the sweat it had accumulated whilst the tanned blonde-haired woman worked on digging a new spout for their well, the thin fabric nearly-revealed those pert and dark cream nipples due to the heavy sweat. But that didn't matter, Lysine lived far-away from the town's proper, a good 10 minute walk under the unforgiving suns, one of which was a yellow star like our own and the other a super-hot blue star, which emitted bluish light that made landscapes seem to look strange.
"Just my luck... grmph, not a single cloud in the sky..." the toned woman muttered to herself whilst digging with a shovel through the dry sand.
The heat was unbearable, but the woman was used to such, having lived in this ramshackle of an underground shelter ever since she was but a wee child, though nowadays the tall woman lived alone. Though today was different, the suns were their closest to each other and to the planet at this time of year and even the strong woman had to seek shelter when it got too hot. The hot sand baked through the thick soles of her work boots, bore blisters to her palms through the heavy material of her gloves and eventually forced the woman to head towards of her underground home. Grey eyes squinted through the nearly opaque Plexiglas of her shades; at least they were normally so under dim circumstances, but the extreme brightness of this desert land brought them to a nearly useless state.
"Ugh, I can't stand this anymore..." was what Lysine said as gloved hand soon rose up above of those shades; in an attempt dim the bright sunslight bearing down on those pretty eyes, before trudging through the sand with work boots sinking down into the sand up to ankles.
Yes, life was hard here, but that was normal. At least it left the inhabitants of the planet's regions and provinces in top-top shape and Lysine was a fine specimen at that. At the age of 29, the fair woman has been able to fend off the various crawlies (large ones at that) that lurked in this region. Creatures ranging from giant scorpions, dog-sized spiders and desert reptiles that ate anything they crossed paths with, and that menu did not exclude humans. Fair and relatively young, sleek and lithe with the right chest and rump size to become a ramp way model, yet equipped with the muscles and strength to pull a one-ton truck through knee-deep snow. The bulges didn't show, though, thanks to millions of years of evolution and fine genetics.
Once arriving at the doorstep of her dome-shaped home, boots were dusted clean by kicking them against a solid clay block, hand resting against an insulated rail whilst doing so. Denim short shorts were cleaned using slightly calloused hands, dusting off whatever sand stuck against of the sweaty article of clothing. Wife beater, though was pulled off, releasing supple chest with a slight bounce and revealing those ample mounds and erect nipples to the heated air. The top dusted against of the rail, causing particles of sand to disperse into the air, and the simple motion of which caused more air to circulate over those dark cream buds and bringing Lysine a small, yet, pleasurable shiver down along spine.
As soon as all was well and done the woman soon headed down the stairs, down under the heavy and thick clay dome that shielded any occupants from the heat. The stairs led down a narrow staircase where it was much cooler and darker than outside, allowing her shed to the shades she wore earlier. The bottom stopped at a heavy metal door, which opened with a heavy creak, and a small hissing sound as the pump forced compressed air to open the said door upon single push of a button. And inside Lysine went with wife beater dangling from right hand, only to disappear into the dark gloom of her home and with heavy door groaning out with the effort of closing like the countless number of times it had before.