Ariannaemdhidebehindwaterfall3

From Create Your Own Story

You press yourself behind the waterfall, its weight pushing against you and your dress once more. You hold yourself in the humid undercroft and press your body into the darkness of wet rock. You can see outside through the water barely, just a few feet away. You see a young moose, just barely in the distance, running. Behind that, a bear, the source of the grumble, who plods onto your set of rocks next to the muddy ground. The bear sniffs at your belongings, steps over your bag with a fateful crunching sound, over the set down clothes, and then snaps its head up at a sound, and takes off at an alarming rate.

Terrified, you stay behind the waterfall a bit longer in wait and listen. It could be ten minutes, maybe thirty, before you muster courage to take a closer look outside. You try and move out of the crevice of rock, feeling it pull on your dress slightly. You panic and fidget to free yourself, then move toward the water. You see nothing and hear nothing aside from the rush of the fall. You slowly move through the waterfall, letting it push against you again. On the other side, still, nothing, and you breath easily and look at your things.

Your bag is flat, and your net broken. It is unfortunate, but you have more of them. Inside the bag, the boxes are ruined, though they were empty (although expensive, and you are disappointed). You pack the net into your bag, though the rest of the stick is useless. There are sticks everywhere, here, you figure, and you can not fit a long broken stick in your bag.

Your panties and slip were stepped on initially, then flung somewhere from the weight of the bear's take off to run. You search for a few moments before finding remnants of the cotton panties, dragged and torn against the rocks while wet, it is nothing but a bit of loose scrap cotton not long enough to wrap anything more than your arm, with no more elastic purposes. You leave it with your socks. The slip would have been a hardier piece of equipment, but it had been flung into the middle of the mud pile, even past your sunken, nearly gone boots. You think you could circumvent the entire mud to the other side, but even then, reaching the slip might be dangerous. You do not want to take any chance stepping in, though you could try and do something with that broken stick. All you have on now is a transparent sundress.

And the sundress itself! You note that the rock caught your front again, taking two more buttons with it. Without a kit, it hangs open, exposing between your chest almost to the bottom of the curve of your breasts.

You hear another sound. This is not the grumbling of a territorial bear. This is the sound of people! At least two, you hear, and initially only a man's voice. Here, with only the transparent sundress, wet, thin, and clinging to you, you become incredibly aware of how well it attaches itself to your mound, as well as outlines the slight shape of your nipples. You do not want to be seen, but you would be abandoning your only chance of clothes - muddy or not.

Status
Wearing	Wet and transparent beige sundress with front buttons broken down length of breasts and back end torn up to knees
Mood	Adrenaline!
Inventory	Bag of broken boxes, wet net, long scrap of dress fabric