Leave her things behind

Druuna carefully crept up the slope, her juicy ass bouncing as she moved upwards, and stopped to peek carefully over the top of it.
Scanning the terrain that laid just beyond the beach, Druuna did not feel assured. There were a lot of spots in which someone could lie in hiding and wait for a chance to ambush her, most likely either in one of the two tongues of forest or in the field of large boulders.

Examining the area, Druuna could see something white flap against the green wall of trees that made up the edge of the rightmost forest. Feeling pretty certain that that must be her top, Druuna bit her lip and remained still. Then, she slowly backed her way down the slope.
She would not go after her possessions after all, she decided.

The reason behind her decision was the growing suspicion that it was all a trap, set up either by someone who was merely looking to toy with her before acknowledging themselves, or by someone with much more malicious intents. Druuna had seen enough to know that there were people alive who were sadistic and twisted enough to prefer playing with their victims before subjecting them to whatever evil acts that best suited their fancy.
Not wanting to put herself at the mercy of such people, Druuna instead hoped that she hadn’t been spotted while scouting the area surrounding the beach.

Taking a deep breath and spinning her arms around in the air, Druuna then set off down to beach, running across the wet sand with the sea to the right of her.
At first Druuna rushed as fast as she could, hoping to put as much space between her and whoever had taken her things as possible, then she ran, then she jogged and finally she walked.

There were no signs of life on the beach, and after having made certain that no one was running after her several times over, Druuna began to feel safe again.
In fact, Druuna soon felt safe enough to put a smile on her face as she walked along the land’s end. Her situation might be worse then it had been when she had first reached the sea, but Druuna had weathered hard times before and always found a way to get through it.

And if she didn’t take her troubles into account, Druuna knew herself well enough to know that it would be vain of her to try to claim that she didn’t take at least a little joy from walking around naked. Her standard choice of outfit was hardly one which concealed… well, anything, and the only reason for her wearing it aside from some degree of pragmatic conformity was that she took a certain girlish joy from stripping out of it.

Sweaty from her long run, Druuna felt her pulse drop back to normal for a brief moment before her strong sense of alarm was replaced by one of excitement.
Her arousal apparent in how her nipples became harder, Druuna found herself wondering why she hadn’t taken the chance earlier to masturbate as she swam around in the sea, or afterwards when she had lain in the sand.

Just as she contemplated kicking her shoes and going into the water for another swim, Druuna spotted something in the distance, and this proved enough for her to stop to get a better look at it.