A guardian angel! With big tits!

There was a thunk, and the tiger felt like a dead weight on his back. He couldn't move.

"Um." Set said.

The weight was dragged off his back, and Set immediately rolled to the side, grabbed his revolver and shot two of the tigers in the head. The third, the smallest and sleekest of the group, roared at him from the side and slinked off back into the undergrowth, vanishing in an instant.
Set turned around to greet his rescuer. "Well he....llo." He said, not one to be disarmed by a woman.

And a woman she most definitely was. In her mid twenties, she was clearly an adventurer, her roguish garb gave that much away. Her double buckled boots rose up to her knees, where they cut to creamy flesh thighs and wide hips barely encased in tight fitting brown shorts. Above was two thick leather belts, holding, like Set's own, a manner of satchels, coin purses, hip flasks, tools, souvenirs and weaponry. Above the belts was her slim exposed midriff, sweating in the heat of the jungle. Her chestnut hair hung down over her dark red bandana, framing a gorgeous face with mascara streaked eyes and luscious lips. Again, like Set, pendants and exotic necklaces aplenty hung down her neck, but on her they hung down a much greater prize. Her longer pendants were obscured within deep cleavage; two huge heaving breasts riding high on her chest, pushed up and supported within a strapped and plated leather bra that only managed to conceal her nipples. Her tits looked like they could break free at any moment, but an adventurer wouldn't last long if they didn't consider practicality, and Set assumed that the 'top' was more durable and sturdy than it looked. Shame. Those tits were begging to be set free. Set wasn't complaining though, because that sexy cleavage was stunning. She was one hot curvaceous jungle wench...

"Excuse me." The woman said, in a well-spoken English accent.
"Wha?" Muttered Set, his eyes unfocusing.
"You've been staring at my... bodice... for a while now."
"36F?" Set replied distantly.
"What?!"
"Oh. Nothing." He shook his head, annoyed at himself. Much as he loved big tits and hot girls, he wasn't normally this fazed, but the heat of the jungle seemed to be setting in the light stages of delirium. He blamed this for his being taken advantage of by a tiger. "Cheers for killing Tigger there. My names Indy."
She arched her eyebrow. "It's not 'Tigger', it was a great white tiger, and they are a very rare species. I didn't want to kill it."
"Whatever. Listen, it's getting dark soon and this seems like a good enough place to set camp. How about we sit and light a fire and you tell me how you got in this neck of the woods?"
She paused to consider, eyeing him up, while Set took another unsubtle chance to eye up her tits.