The Ambush

Before Elara could take another step, a sudden warmth pressed against her back — soft fingers tracing up her spine until they found the delicate straps of her bralette.

The model’s breath brushed her ear.

“Shh… don’t worry, my naughty thief,” she whispered, voice dripping with amusement. “I’m still here.”

A gentle but firm hand guided Elara forward, pressing her palms against the tree trunk. The model’s other hand slid lower, over the smooth curve of Elara’s waist, coaxing her hips back until her round butt pushed out invitingly — still safe within her pale blue shorts.

Then came the soft click of the clasp.

Elara gasped as her bralette came undone, sliding down her arms before falling soundlessly into the moss. Cool air kissed her newly bared skin as the model’s voice teased again:

“Be a good girl… and put your little bralette where it belongs.”

The model’s hand lingered a moment longer, gliding over Elara’s covered backside — a playful caress that made her shiver — and then she was gone again, as if the night itself had swallowed her whole.

Flushed and trembling, Elara bent to pick up her fallen bralette, clutching it to her chest for a brief second before walking to the basket. She leaned over and dropped it in, her bare breasts brushing the night air as she stood, breath quick and uneven.

The forest felt quiet now. Too quiet.

And Elara knew — the model was somewhere close… waiting.

Clothing Status

Elara: pale blue high-waisted denim shorts, white sneakers, socks, pale pink lace thong.

Model: Black lace bra, black lace thong, knee-high boots.

Basket Status: the model’s summer dress. Elara's lilac cropped tank top, pale pink lace bralette.