Pull off her chafing tunic

The sodden cloth of her tunic clung to her skin the worst, and with how sensitive her nipples had gotten Vivia couldn't bear to keep it on, so she wriggled to her knees and pulled it up over her head, stripping the sticky garment from her body.

She kept panting, still affected by the sap. Bare-breasted in the clearing, she fell across the boulder once more, moaning as her chest was pressed to the stone. Its smooth surface, rendered slightly sticky already, felt even warmer on her bare skin. She was squirming to try and get comfortable, but soon she was rubbing herself into the boulder in masturbatory motions, unable to restrain herself. Pushing her tits against the rock felt too good. She was letting out moans and arching her back as her hands slid to her belt, loosening it enough to fit one past and slip a sticky hand over her wet slit.

It felt naughty, giving in to her lust outdoors, but the brush obscured her from the trail, and her inhibitions fell away like water through her fingers—and something was definitely flowing through her fingers now. She mewled against the stone, basking in the heat of the sun as the sap set her skin to tingling. The ordeal with the vines had her more pent-up than she'd realized, and it wasn't long before her ministrations sent her over the edge, one outstretched foot nearly slipping from the edge of the boulder in the trembling process.

A cry of pleasure echoed through the clearing, followed by a quivering gasp. Her sweat mingled with the sap as a feverish orgasm swept through her, one boot desperately kicking against the rock for purchase. Vivia's hips fell against the low boulder's curving crest as she slid down a step, and her movements pressed the slope between her legs in a way that evoked another moan.

She was humping the boulder before she knew it, not quite satisfied yet. She wanted to strip even further, the slimy breeches chafing where the hard hump of rock drove them tighter. What were the odds someone would come across the trail today? Surely she could chance a little more exhibitionism while her lust was in control.