A forest in the Middle Ages

The window through time to the Waverider closed itself up in front of her; Ava stumbled, trying to reach it, only to fall onto loose twigs.

Scrambling back up to her feet, she looked around. Right, adjust, take stock of the situation.

She glanced down, jumped, and quickly crossed her arms over her chest. Panicked, she looked up again; good, at least she seemed to be alone.

And she’d been having such a good night…

Now, the Sun was in the sky. Trees surrounded her, and the air was cool, making her nipples stiffen almost instant. Ava backed against a tree, her bare ass touching it.

Quickly she adjusted her arms, so only one covered her boobs, and her other hand concealed her pussy. Even if she was alone, she didn’t want to risk it.

Ok. Options. She could wait here, hope Sara or the Bureau could trace her exact space-time location from her Time Courier. That might be easiest-

But it would mean everyone that rescued her would see her like this. She was the Director of the Time Bureau, she couldn’t afford to damage her reputation.

Maybe there was some settlement nearby. She didn’t know the date, but if there was a washing line or something she could at least improvise clothing.

A twig snapped. Ava turned her head sharply, catching a glimpse of motion.

No, no, no…

Ava pressed herself back further against the tree, doing her best to avoid being seen.