Her clothes are gone

Or rather, what she wasn’t seeing.

Her clothes were gone.

Ashley quickly rushed to the shore, placing her hands over herself as she frantically looked around, as if they could’ve simply moved out of sight somewhere. But no matter where she looked, she didn’t see them. Not even her shoes were there anymore.

Who had taken them? Why? Where had they gone? Would she really have to go home like this? She might be able to take the bus, but doing so like this would be…

She felt pure panic welling up inside her. Having to decide between riding a bus completely naked—if the driver would even let her—or spending nearly an hour walking back, where cars may pass by and see her, and then have to find her way back to her dorm either way…it seemed hopeless.

After looking around for nearly ten minutes trying to locate her clothes, she gave up, realizing they were truly gone. At least she’d had the sense to leave her phone back at the dorm. But that didn't answer the questions of who had taken her clothes and why.

For now, all she could do was start walking, and she’d have to decide what to do from here.

Yet as she started walking back up the trail, her body began to shiver as the realization hit her over and over like waves. She was completely naked, head to toe, without even socks or shoes to cover her feet. She’d never felt so **** and exposed, so far away from safety. Even bounce of her chest in her arm reminded her of that nudity and vulnerability. It felt horrible.

And yet, annoyingly, thrilling.

The idea of taking the bus was horrifying but at the same time, imagining all those people looking at her, seeing her nude body all exposed, it sent a tingle across her body that led to the hand between her legs slowly angling a finger up as she continued walking up the trail.

She was nearly at the parking lot, and nearly about to start masturbating when she heard a noise behind her. Her eyes widened, her face reddening as she whipped around to face whoever or whatever it was.