Nothing Underneath

The path narrowed as the two of them walked deeper into the park. The moonlight spilled faint silver across the ground, lighting the trail just enough to follow. Lena’s body hummed with heat, every step making her acutely aware of the slickness gathering between her thighs and the way her leggings clung to it.

The model walked close, too close, her shoulder brushing Lena's, her hand slipping around her waist. “Still with me, Lena?” she purred, lips ghosting over the shell of her ear.

Before she could answer, the model's fingers slid down, pressing between her thighs. The thin barrier of her leggings did nothing—she could feel everything. A startled whimper slipped from her throat as the model’s touch circled over her pussy, rubbing slow, deliberate patterns that made her legs weak.

“You’re soaked,” the model teased, voice low, hungry. “And you thought those leggings would protect you?” her fingers pressed harder, dragging over her slit until the fabric was darkened by Lena's arousal.

Lena gasped, clutching at the model’s arm for balance as they kept her moving forward, her steps faltering as the teasing continued. Every few paces, the model stopped her with a curl of fingers, forcing her to tremble on the edge of moaning.

“You’re walking deeper into this forest with nothing but a bra and these sheer little leggings,” she murmured, slipping her hand lower to press two fingers against Lena's pussy through the thin fabric. “Breadcrumbs scattered behind you… and your pussy begging to be exposed again.”

Lena’s hazel eyes fluttered shut, her lips parting as heat rushed over her. She stumbled, catching herself on the model’s chest, only to be rewarded with a firmer rub that had her thighs clenching.

“Keep walking,” the model ordered softly, her fingers stroking Lena as they guided her further down the twisting path. “You’ll leave more breadcrumbs soon enough. But first… I want you dripping.”

Each step now was agony—slow, breathless, delicious agony. Lena’s panties were gone, her skirt was gone, her modesty was gone. And yet with every teasing press, she realized she wasn’t just following anymore. She was craving what waited further in the dark.

Clothing Status

Lena: has surrendered her skirt, jacket, tank top, and lace panties. She’s now in boots, sheer leggings (with nothing underneath), and her lace bra. The leggings cling to her bare pussy, leaving her obscenely exposed to the model’s touch.