A busty blonde bombshell in her late teens

Samantha couldn’t help but flash the youthful face looking back at her in the mirror an amused little smile. Still three months short of her 19th birthday and already the captain of a spaceship. Admittedly, a spaceship that was on the brink of becoming little more than scrap unless it got a new drive core. But if the Lady was getting a bit long in the tooth, she was still a good ship, sleek and reasonably well armed and capable of outrunning just about anything as long as the drive core was operating at full efficiency.

After quickly distracting herself from thinking about how she ended up as captain by checking to make sure that her red, pouty cocksucker lips were still coated with gloss that gave them just the right sparkle, that her eyeliner highlighted her expressive blue eyes and that the tresses of golden blonde hair that hung free framed her face the way she wanted them to, Samantha took a step back from the mirror and couldn’t but take a good look at the rest of herself.

It really wasn’t surprising that most people tended to notice her tits first, considering how they exploded out from her chest in all their round, full F cup glory – not that the cup-size really mattered, considering how rarely Samantha bothered wearing a bra. Currently, her boobs were squeezed into a pink top that was tighter and showed off much more tanned cleavage than her father would have let her get away with. Underneath, her toned stomach tapered into a narrow waist that then blossomed out into a pair of wide hips that in turn led onto a pair of long legs that were slender, but with a fair bit of definition.

Having gotten that far in admiring herself, Samantha quickly proceeded to spin around and present her back to the mirror. As far as she was concerned, the full, firm, heart-shaped ass that filled out black leggings so tight that a minuscule thong was really the only underwear to wear along with them was her best feature. As if it wasn’t spectacular enough as it was, her ass also had its already flawless shape enhanced by the heels of her strapped sandals that also added six inches to her 5’6 frame. If she’d had an identical twin, odds were that they’d spend most of their time together squeezing, groping, kissing and licking each other’s sexy asses.

“Guess I can’t stand here all day,” With a shrug of her shoulder and a shake of her hips that made her bare her teeth in a lustful grin at the motion of her bubble butt, Samantha proceeded to get a move on. Mr. Cole would most likely want to talk to her face to face and she should probably check how the rest of the Lady’s crew was holding up.

Note: With permission from Stormrunner, this storyline’s going to feature a different crew than the others.