Joemdexplorebasement5 - Revision history

Zaick at 04:11, 25 September 2015

Zaick — Fri, 25 Sep 2015 04:11:17 GMT

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-	~~WIP Jo moves slowly with Wes, who is injured~~. ~~Leans on her. Sees side~~ a ~~lot from shifting around~~. ~~Hoodie falls~~ at ~~shoulder.~~ Wes ~~falls~~. ~~Find stick~~ to ~~use as cane~~. ~~Try to help up, falls face on crotch~~. ~~look up~~ to ~~see him. choice~~. ~~[[JoemdgetsWesup6]] [[JoemdhelpsWes6]]~~	+	You know you can't just keep waiting here. There has to be a way out, even in this darkness. The slight illumination from half windows give you an idea of the far walls, and you begin to pull at Wes' arm. "We go to a wall and scale around until we find some stairs." You say. Wes nods and begins to move forward, but grabs his back with a painful grimace.

		+	"This isn't working well." He admits. His legs seem to be moving alright, but the support on his back clearly is hurting him. You move under his arm.
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		+	"Come on." You say. You doubt you can help much being his crutch, but you figure you can try. He does not hesitate to lean on you, and the pressure bends your knees immediately. He steps with you, only slightly groaning. You keep moving him forward, both of your heads tilted forward. You see that from his angle, looking down your hoodie would reveal the a line length of your chest to stomach, and a ways down to your pelvic region. You look to his eyes and see him looking forward, and decide it is fine for now. As you both inch along, you feel his arm shifting on your shoulder opposite of him. Your hoodie, already loose, suddenly falls down half your arm. Leaning forward, the dip of the hoodie stretches down the length of your right breast, and you hastily cover it with your hands before it goes too low. In doing so, you effectively throw Wes off yourself, and he sprawls on the ground with a loud grunt.
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		+	"Oh no!" You say, holding the hoodie closed.
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		+	"Why did you do that?" Wes says, sounding more hurt than angry.
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		+	"Um, I'm..." You begin, and look around, seeing what resembles a walking cane leaning against a dusty shelf. You pick it up hastily and bring it to him. "Here. Try to use this."
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		+	Wes takes the cane in one hand and tries to lean forward to get up again, but lays back down, clearly quite hurt.
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		+	You take his free hand, and try to pull him upward. He tries again, and then you feel his strength give way as he begins to shift toward his feet and stand. He falls, bringing you down with himself. With your distance, you do not land on his chest, but instead, your face lands directly onto his swimming trunks.
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		+	You look up and see him groaning, then slowly, he looked down toward you. Your cheek is against his inner thigh, and your lips are nearly pressed against his slowly hardening member. You initially try to apologize, but you feel the growth begin to stir closer to your mouth, and you push off of him to sit up. Your hand is on his hip, your thumb so close to him. He clearly is erect, now, and his eyes are wide in fear.
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		+	In the middle of a strange basement, you do not find this amusing. Still, though, this seems to be the only part of him acting energetically. You think you might be able to help him along with some [[JoemdhelpsWes6\| goading]]. Or else, you could just try again to [[JoemdgetsWesup6\| lift him up]] and hope it goes better.

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Zaick at 04:31, 4 September 2015

Zaick — Fri, 04 Sep 2015 04:31:29 GMT

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-		+	WIP Jo moves slowly with Wes, who is injured. Leans on her. Sees side a lot from shifting around. Hoodie falls at shoulder. Wes falls. Find stick to use as cane. Try to help up, falls face on crotch. look up to see him. choice. [[JoemdgetsWesup6]] [[JoemdhelpsWes6]]
-	WIP Jo moves slowly with Wes, who is injured. Leans on her. Sees side a lot from shifting around. Hoodie falls at shoulder. Wes falls. Find stick to use as cane. Try to help up, falls face on crotch. look up to see him. choice.	+

Zaick at 04:06, 4 September 2015

Zaick — Fri, 04 Sep 2015 04:06:55 GMT

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-	You move to the largest pile of fabric nearby and take Wes with you. You help him onto one of the sheet and wrap over the two of you three more. It was connected to some errant old furniture, so it you assume it looks natural considering it tents over you completely.

-	~~"How long we waiting here?" He asks. He still~~ is ~~not moving much~~.	+	WIP Jo moves slowly with Wes, who is injured. Leans on her. Sees side a lot from shifting around. Hoodie falls at shoulder. Wes falls. Find stick to use as cane. Try to help up, falls face on crotch. look up to see him. choice.

-	~~"Till you feel a bit better. You need to swim, after all. Think you can make it in a bit?"~~
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-	~~"So we are giving up?"~~
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-	~~"You are injured, Wes." You say shortly. You are knelt before him, with your hands on your hips.~~
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-	"Jo." Wes says, and you see he is looking away from you again. You look down and see you stopped bothering to cover yourself after all that moving. The open hoodie has slightly move down your shoulders, opening the front more and more, while exposing all of your collar and upper breasts. You grab it closed and turn away from him. "N-no." He then says. You then realize that by pulling on your hoodie, you have exposed all of your butt in a kneeling position toward him. You try and pull it down while turning to your side, but you hit one of the furniture the dust blankets are attached to, and it shifts violently downward.
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-	You move on top of Wes. With him injured, you know he can't move. Your initial plan is to keep things from falling on him, but as you move you feel the hoodie leave your breasts. Wes is not looking down at you this moment but you know nothing is covering you, and you press yourself against him. It is the first thing you can think. You cling to him, your body wrapped above him.
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-	~~The furniture does not fall, and the dust covers are only slightly smaller.~~
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-	~~You wait above him, then sigh. "Don't look. I was just covering myself."~~
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-	~~Wes is still looking up. You can feel his chest moving underneath your nipples. "I won't. So. Consider the idea a bunch of spider may be down here?"~~
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-	"Don't you even dare start that!" You say and back away to get off him, but feel as you move back something hard press against you. It is him, pushing against the limits of the cloth of his pants, now pressing against your own crotch. You gasp and move slightly upward, and it continues to slide against you, up and down the length of your slit under the panties.
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-	"S-hey. W..." Wes begins and starts to look down. You hide yourself again by pressing your body against his, your head under his chin, your chest against his stomach, your crotch pressed against his. You can feel the warmth under your panties. You feel a little warmth at each side of your thigh - you slide him out with your own movements! Pressed against the opening, you moved the cloth aside and let him free, pressed against your panties. Your lips escape a small noise - was it a moan? Was it frustration? You do not yet know, and nor does Wes apparently, who looks down in confusion at your face.
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-	The thing is, pressed against him, you can easily think of all the nice things he has done for you - after all he saved you from drowning. You can easily think of his fit body, and how he saved your bag, let alone all the other times he helped you with your adventures for nothing in return. Now, he is injured, and it is still because of you.
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-	In the distance, you hear something open. It is slightly to your right, and far off. The way upstairs, no doubt. Someone is down here to look for you. Now that you know where it is, you could [[Joemdescapebasement6\| go there]], but you may want to wait until whoever it is leaves, though that would mean being [[Joemdkeepshiding6\| here longer]], on top of Wes. Unconscionably, you see you are moving your hips left and right. "What is...?" Wes begins.

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-	WIP Jo moves slowly with Wes, who is injured. Leans on her. Sees side a lot from shifting around. Hoodie falls at shoulder. Wes falls. Find stick to use as cane. Try to help up, falls face on crotch. look up to see him. choice.
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You move to the largest pile of fabric nearby and take Wes with you. You help him onto one of the sheet and wrap over the two of you three more. It was connected to some errant old furniture, so it you assume it looks natural considering it tents over you completely.

"How long we waiting here?" He asks. He still is not moving much.

"Till you feel a bit better. You need to swim, after all. Think you can make it in a bit?"

"So we are giving up?"

"You are injured, Wes." You say shortly. You are knelt before him, with your hands on your hips.

"Jo." Wes says, and you see he is looking away from you again. You look down and see you stopped bothering to cover yourself after all that moving. The open hoodie has slightly move down your shoulders, opening the front more and more, while exposing all of your collar and upper breasts. You grab it closed and turn away from him. "N-no." He then says. You then realize that by pulling on your hoodie, you have exposed all of your butt in a kneeling position toward him. You try and pull it down while turning to your side, but you hit one of the furniture the dust blankets are attached to, and it shifts violently downward.

You move on top of Wes. With him injured, you know he can't move. Your initial plan is to keep things from falling on him, but as you move you feel the hoodie leave your breasts. Wes is not looking down at you this moment but you know nothing is covering you, and you press yourself against him. It is the first thing you can think. You cling to him, your body wrapped above him.

The furniture does not fall, and the dust covers are only slightly smaller.

You wait above him, then sigh. "Don't look. I was just covering myself."

Wes is still looking up. You can feel his chest moving underneath your nipples. "I won't. So. Consider the idea a bunch of spider may be down here?"

"Don't you even dare start that!" You say and back away to get off him, but feel as you move back something hard press against you. It is him, pushing against the limits of the cloth of his pants, now pressing against your own crotch. You gasp and move slightly upward, and it continues to slide against you, up and down the length of your slit under the panties.

"S-hey. W..." Wes begins and starts to look down. You hide yourself again by pressing your body against his, your head under his chin, your chest against his stomach, your crotch pressed against his. You can feel the warmth under your panties. You feel a little warmth at each side of your thigh - you slide him out with your own movements! Pressed against the opening, you moved the cloth aside and let him free, pressed against your panties. Your lips escape a small noise - was it a moan? Was it frustration? You do not yet know, and nor does Wes apparently, who looks down in confusion at your face.

The thing is, pressed against him, you can easily think of all the nice things he has done for you - after all he saved you from drowning. You can easily think of his fit body, and how he saved your bag, let alone all the other times he helped you with your adventures for nothing in return. Now, he is injured, and it is still because of you.

In the distance, you hear something open. It is slightly to your right, and far off. The way upstairs, no doubt. Someone is down here to look for you. Now that you know where it is, you could [[Joemdescapebasement6| go there]], but you may want to wait until whoever it is leaves, though that would mean being [[Joemdkeepshiding6| here longer]], on top of Wes. Unconscionably, you see you are moving your hips left and right. "What is...?" Wes begins.

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WIP Jo moves slowly with Wes, who is injured. Leans on her. Sees side a lot from shifting around. Hoodie falls at shoulder. Wes falls. Find stick to use as cane. Try to help up, falls face on crotch. look up to see him. choice.

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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Wearing</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> wet Black hoodie with zipper broken up-front down to navel, boots, wet ripped black socks </td>
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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Mood</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> A bit wet... </td>
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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Inventory</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> (with Wes) knife, bag of 10 cans of paint, rope, pepperspray </td>
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