And More...

Nikki was on me like an attacking hawk. Her hands grasped for the top of my shorts. They were skintight, yes, but they were far from secure. My hands went for them. I had to try to button them up again and I was running out of time.

We fought for supremacy. Nikki didn’t give me a moment’s rest as we stumbled and thrashed in the woods.

I was bent over, trying to get free of Nikki’s attacks. Nikki tried a new tactic and made an effort to get behind me. I was too slow and she gripped my thigh for just a moment, lifting it and causing me to wobble.

I felt Nikki grip the back of my shorts and she pulled. I tried my hardest, but I felt them drop an inch. She began to peel them away. I tried to throw her off, but she was relentless.

“You’re not winning this!” Nikki declared.

Nikki stopped trying to pull my shorts down and lifted my leg up from the back. With incredible ease, she managed to take me off my feet. Once again, I landed sprawled on my front, my face pushed into the soft topsoil of the woods.

“Got you now,” she said.

Nikki mounted me again and wrenched at the back of my jean shorts. This time I couldn’t keep up the struggle and I felt the shorts peel down the curve of my ass.

My matching RED thong was on show again. Nikki made the most of it by grabbing my exposed ass cheeks like two scoops of ice cream. I moaned at her touch. I’d been humiliated again.

“Finally...”

To my surprise, Nikki didn’t continue removing my shorts. She flipped me over like a piece of meat and sat down on my legs to stop me from kicking.

Now on my back, I did my best to pull my shorts up, but it was useless. She had me pinned flat.

Nikki started to work on unlacing my combat boots. It took her quite some time to undo all the laces, but eventually each one popped off one by one. One of the big advantages I had was now gone. She also made a show of removing my socks, leaving me barefoot.

It had all gone so wrong and now I was hanging on for dear life to save my shorts and save some of my dignity.