He would, if he could...

As the sun rose and Set slowly awoke the next morning, the first thing that he noticed was a disturbing lack of juicy titflesh filling his palm. The next thing he noticed was the horrible absence of Alyxia’s luscious round ass pressing against his aching morning wood. His eyes still closed against the bright morning sun, his hand hopefully searched ahead of him, looking for a handful of silky flesh. After several moments of groping air, he finally, and reluctantly, opened his eyes to see that he was lying alone in the small jungle clearing.

“Balls,” he muttered as he quickly sat up to get a better view of the jungle around him. There was no sign of Alyxia or her slutty tits. All her gear was missing, as well. For a moment, he thought that she may have been a dream, but that theory was quickly dashed when he spotted a bit of white material sticking out of his supply sack.

He pulled out the material, which he quickly recognized as Alyxia’s thong. There was no note with them, but she had left a lipstick kiss on the front of the panties, giving him a clear enough message. She had left on her own before he woke and this was her thank you for their night together. Apparently, she had decided that she could handle her business here in the jungle better solo.

He held the panties up to his face and inhaled the scent of her pussy juices that had soaked into them the night before. “Hmmmmm,” he sighed with a smile, “Well, I suppose it’s back to business then...” He tucked the panties in his shirt pocket and began gathering up his clothes and supplies.