Journeying on

Standing up with Leela unashamedly watching was an... experience. Clara shifted awkwardly, moving her hands to cover herself the moment she no longer needed them to push herself up.

She swayed slightly, struggling to keep her balance on the alien ground. Awkwardly she hunched over; it just felt wrong to stand up straight when she was stuck being naked.

God, why couldn't there be any cover?!

Not that Leela seemed to have the same problem. Her pose wasn't exactly casual, but it was what seemed normal for her; her knees were bent slightly, and her arms were to her side if not hanging uselessly. She seemed poised to strike, each toned muscle in her body tense.

Then again, they'd ended up stripped naked in an unknown location, wariness was expected. Less easy to adjust to was her lack of any effort put into hiding the fact that she was as naked as Clara, tanned tits and even her pussy shamelessly bared. And when she turned around, Clara's gaze lingered for a few seconds on the warrior's firm ass, before coughing and quickly looking up.

"Come," Leela said. "We should find higher ground."

At least Leela wasn't staring at her any more. Awkwardly, Clara followed, constantly turning her head to make sure no one came out of nowhere.

"You seem to know what you're doing," Clara said.

"I am a hunter," Leela said. "No matter situation, I adapt."

Then Clara regretted speaking as Leela turned around, each of them midway up a gravelly hill. Clara squeaked, face going redder.

"Why do you do that?" Leela cocked her head.

"Do what?!" Clara squeaked.

"Limit yourself," Leela said. "You have two arms to aid with balance and self defence, why do you waste them?"

"I'm n-naked!" Clara said, indignant.

"So?" Leela said.

Was she actually serious?! Clara stared incredulously. She squeaked a little as Leela showed no **** to keep regarding her.

"It's embarassing," Clara said, flushing further.

"Emb-arass-ing," Leela turned the word over in her mouth. Then she shook her head and sighed, apparently resigned to not understanding. "You are strange."

"I'm strange?!" Clara said. "You're the one who doesn't think it's weird to be-"

"It is... weird," Leela said. "I was clothed and I was not here moments before. But it is not emb-arass-ing, and the weirdness is what means I should keep my arms prepared for battle. If you will just cower then I have no reason to waste that same effort on you."

Great, stuck on a probably alien world, naked, with some kind of warrior-nudist, and being judged for the fact she didn't want to prance around in her birthday suit. Clara's cheeks burned.

Leela meanwhile sighed wearily.

"Keep up, if you can," Leela said.

She turned and began walking; after a moment Clara followed, her blush not fading this time. If anything Leela just made her feel even more naked, idly flaunting her own state.

And then Leela was groping her. Clara jumped; one moment they were walking, the next Leela had flung an arm back, absently grabbing her breast.

"Just a minute-" Clara began.

"Shh!" Leela said, whispering, turning and still not moving her arm. Clara reddened. "There may be someone over the hill. Get down and stay silent."

Leela stared insistently. After a moment she moved her hand from Clara's chest and, red-faced, Clara slowly got down onto her knees. Pleased, Leela did the same, turning as she did.

Now, laying on the ground, Clara had far too good a view between Leela's legs. She coughed, flushed, and shifted along the loose rocks until she was closer to Leela's side.

At least like this she was hiding her front, though the feel of the air against her ass still made her blush.

"Now what?" Clara whispered.

Leela raised a finger to her lips before, with considerably more grace than the flustered Clara, she made her way to the top of the hill, and peered over at what was beyond.