Not Before Losing Her Top

Emma walked for 15 minutes in the woods, ignoring the late hour's worries about being noticed. Thankfully, the trails remained deserted; not a soul was in sight. Unfortunately, the dimness was now becoming complete darkness. Although the trails were easy to follow, Emma cursed the lack of light as she stubbed her toe for the fifth time on the uneven and dark trail.

Emma was thrilled to see a sign pointing in the direction of the parking lot/entrance a few moments later. Now she knew exactly where she was and was only a five-minute walk from freedom. The blonde turned and bravely stepped forward, but immediately tripped over a tree root. She staggered, trying to regain her balance, but eventually fell face-first into a patch of thorns along the side of the trail. She had to pull herself free from the shrubs as thorny branches scraped at her skin. Unfortunately for her, that wasn't all they scraped at. It was easier for Emma to attach the frayed edges of her top to the sharp branches than to attach it to herself because her top was torn up and dangling. Emma's torso ruptured free from the plants as the familiar sound of tearing fabric echoed in her ears.

It was no use trying to pull it from the bush; if she tried, it would not be strong enough to provide her any cover. "Oh no, no, no!" Emma screamed in frustration, seeing the garment in the bush, already in pieces. She covered her breasts in the darkness and continued along the trail. She was beyond eager to be back home by now. Emma lamented now that she had no top, but recalled by now that she was very close to the exit.