A Note and Panties

Diana stuck her head around the corner of the shower curtain. Jess and Marie were nowhere in sight. The whole bathroom was completely empty, the air cold and nippy.

After calling for the two again, Diana decided it would be best to stop. She didn’t want to attract any unwanted attention wearing nothing but a towel.

And a small towel at that! Diana had packed two of them for her trip - a long one for use after a shower and covering up, and this one, which she planned on using primarily for her face or as a backup. Wrapping it around herself, she found that the thing barely covered her body from the crest of her breasts to the uppermost parts of her inner thighs.

“What am I going to do?” she thought. “I can’t run all the way back to the cabin wearing only this!”

Diana surveyed the room again, looking for any clues to what she should do.

“Wait, what’s that?” She whispered.

On the far side of the bathroom, near the entrance, there was something red hanging from the edge of a sink. Wrapping her towel tightly around her slim body, Diana walked on over. What she found was a small red garment, thin and scrunched up, and a small post-it note that read:

“Hey Diana! Sorry about leaving you in nothing but a towel. Don’t worry though, we brought you this to help cover up the essentials! Meet us by the lake - we’ll have some dry clean clothes for you there. Don’t try getting into the cabin, it’s locked!”

“What the fuck! Why are they doing this to me?” Diana moaned. “And What the hell sis they give me to cover up?”

Diana picked up the small cloth item. It was deep red, tiny, and lace-like. As it unfurled in her hands, Diana gasped in shock. They were panties alright. But could she even call them that? They were way beyond her comfort zone, practically a thong. And the material was so light that it would leave little to the imagination when she put it on. Still, it was better than nothing.

Going back to the stall for privacy, Diana slipped the panties on and observed what she had. Sure enough, very little was left to the imagination. The underwear was thin everywhere, her pubic hair easily visible through it if one looked closely. The material rode up as she tested a few steps, and her legs were still on almost complete display.

Diana’s mind was in panic mode. All she had on were these and a small towel. Anyone who saw her would quickly know what was up.

“Still, I have ****.” Diana thought. “Oh god, I have ****. I have to walk down to the lake, practically naked!”

After a few more minutes of adjusting her towel, Diana decided to take the necessary course of action.

“It would be better to leave earlier than later” she reckoned. “Hopefully no one here is an early riser.”

And with that, she exited the stall and came to the exit of the bathroom. The great outdoors - dark, cold, and quiet - stretched before the doorway.

“I need to be fast, and I need to be quiet.” Diana whispered. Then, after a deep breath, she was off. She dashed across the main road, hand firmly gripping her towel, and jogged behind the backs of the counselor cabins. No one was up, and everything was quiet.

To get to the lake, Diana would run to the end of the row, where her own cabin stood, and go down the forest path there. It was more well covered than the main road, and if she had to, she could hide in the forest if someone came across her.

But just to be sure, when she reached her cabin, she checked the door. Sure enough, locked.

“The forest path it is, I guess” she thought.

And with that, Diana started her trek towards the lake.