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Chapter 23 by cnswissfan cnswissfan

Does she do something in the meantime?

She can't help but observe her body

Amira was fascinated by the bright colors that the setting sun casted in the sky.

As her eyes wondered around, taken aback by the beauty of nature, they ended up on her bare feet. She noticed how her white painted toenails looked so shiny when hit by the light just right. Her soles were instead soiled by the dirt she stepped on while walking around barefoot. With an expression of slight disgust, using her fingertips, she brushed as much as she could off.

In order to do so, she had spread her legs and bent her knees, so that she could pull her feet closer to her hands. Her eyes moved to her slender limbs. Amira was really proud of those and considered them one of her best physical features. On top of was her... her... gosh... She couldn't believe she was staring at her lady parts exposed to the sunshine. She instinctly put her free hand on it for protection, but she flinched when she felt how warm it was. She didn't dare to test if she was getting wet from the situation and simply moved it away, exposing herself once again to the surrounding woods.

However, even without further investigation, she noted that her nipples, the crowning jewels of her luscious breasts over her flat stomach, were indeed quite stiff. Without thinking, she poked one and giggled to how the tiny thing popped in when she pushed it in her flesh and out when she released it again.

That's when she accidentally brushed her hair. Oh yeah, her hair... her hijab, possibly even more important to her modesty than her panties, was gone as well. Without it, not only she got messy hair, she just felt so shameful. Now her silky hair was dancing in the breeze, blowing among the trees. The last time Amira got to feel the wind like that was many years ago, when she didn't have to wear a hijab. It somehow reminded her of her carefree childhood. The sensation of the cool air not just on her head, but on every inch of her exposed body made her feel... good? She cringed as she realized that she was getting used to her condition. She immediately got her legs close to her chest and hugged them to protect herself from possible stares.

She waited until it went dark, flinching at every noise she heard, scared of being seen by anyone in such a compromising situation.

Does she eventually get up and try to get home?

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